My wife blackmailed and fucked by security guards (REDUX) - Page 2

jchboy · #16 11-02-2011, 04:31 PM

Standing outside the door were 3 portly middle aged men dressed in security uniforms. 2 were Indian, one Chinese. All three were balding with beer bellies. Despite that, they still looked pretty fit for their age. Guess that is one of the perks of being a security guard. In short, they looked like the typical rough characters you see at almost any coffeeshop at night, swilling tiger beer, chatting up the beer aunty, cursing fluently and watching soccer on the tiny suspended TV. However, there was a subtle difference about them. Most of the coffeeshop uncles, for all their swearing and loud noises, were just boasters, all bark and no bite. But somehow, the three security guards gave the impression that they meant business, and god help anyone who got in their way.

Their name tags identified the taller and bigger built Indian as Ganesh, the security supervisor, the stout and ugly Chinese as Alan, and the smaller Indian as Vikram, the two security officers. All three were glaring at us menacingly, their thick hairy arms crossed against their chests. As befitting his position as the leader, Ganesh spoke up. 'Sir, miss, you are trespassing on private property. Please come with us. We need to make a report and take down your details.'

'Sorry sorry', I muttered, trying to look as apologetic as possible. 'We were just driving pass the area and needed to use the toilet urgently, saw the building not locked so just come in. We were just about to leave already, pang chance can anot bro?'

'Sorry sir, even if true we still need you to come with us to confirm your identity, otherwise if anything lost or stolen we will be responsible'.

'We were just using the toilet, we definitely did not touch anything else while we were here', Susan pleaded.

'Sorry miss, please just co-operate with us or we have to follow procedure and call the police.'

Seeing that they meant business, I agreed, 'Ok, no problem, understand you have to do your job. Let’s just get it done and over with.'

For the first time since I saw him, Ganesh grinned at us, showing teeth yellowed by years of cigarettes and neglect, 'Thanks for co-operating, don't worry we will take good care of you and your girlfriend.'

'She is my wife'.

'Oh issit? Cannot tell, she looks so young. Never mind no difference to us haha.'

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Alan and Vikram smirk at each other while stealing a glance at my wife's wedding ring, like they were privy to some amusing secret.

'This way please,' Ganesh ordered. We dutifully followed him, hoping to get this over and done with so that we could leave. Alan and Vikram followed behind us. Susan was still clutching at my arms, and as we walked she whispered furiously in my ear, 'I thought you say this building empty one?' 'All the while don't have one, how I know why now suddenly have? Don't angry lah after this we go home already k?' I whispered back, trying to placate her.

Ganesh suddenly stopped in front of us and pulled out a bunch of keys. It seemed we have reached our destination, a nondescript grey door at the end of the corridor, no different from all the others in this run down building. He inserted the key, unlocked the door and stepped into the dark room, motioning us to follow him......

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud 'ooooh' from my wife in the next room. She had already taken off the man's shirt and was now on her knees in front of him taking off his pants. Her pleased exclamation was caused by the man's erect dick springing out of his underwear the second she pulled it down, almost hitting her in the nose. It was moreover a good sized cock. Susan loved cocks of any shape and size as long as they were hard and bursting with cum for her, but a large one was always appreciated. I knew she would be horny from the previous client who didn't fuck her, and definitely would not pass up this one. As I looked on, my wife gazed lustfully upon the strange cock that was going to fuck her soon, stoked it gently, and slowly took it into her mouth. I could see she was relishing the sensation, taking the hard penis of a man she just met into her mouth, pleasuring him, tasting him, with the anticipation of more to come......

jchboy · #17 13-02-2011, 08:26 AM

I heard the door close and lock behind us after Alan and Vikram entered after us. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room after the harsh daylight, the first thing that caught my attention was several monitors and a high tech security console that stood out in stark contrast to the generally run down and dingy appearance of the room. There were six monitors in all, and each was further divided into several screens covering almost every area of the building. 'Please step forward, I want to show you something,' Ganesh ordered. As we stood in front of the monitors, Ganesh began pressing some buttons on the console. I was suddenly acutely aware of Vikram and Alan standing very close behind me and Susan, as if to ensure we could not run away.

Ganesh clicked a final button, and all the screens simultaneously changed to the same scene, the area right outside the handicapped toilet. To my horror, the date the videos were taken spanned a period of several weeks, and each showed a very similar scene, myself and Susan, recognizable despite the change of clothes, entering the toilet and staying inside for varying amounts of time, from 10mins - 20mins, then emerging again looking thoroughly disheveled. Susan tightened her grip on me in terror, I almost panicked myself. I realized we were in deeper trouble than I thought. This was no random spot-check, it was a meticulous trap planned out over several weeks. Who knows what the guards might have pinned on us during this time?

'Wah, your house no toilet ah? Every week come and use ours.' I heard Alan sarcastically remark behind us.

'Boss, wait' I spoke, trying to keep my emotions and voice under control, 'Ok I admit we not here to use the toilet, but surely there is someone in the management office we can talk to and settle this privately, no need to get so many people involved right?'

'Wait, there is more', smirked Ganesh as he took a thumbdrive out of his pocket and plugged it into the computer. At this time, I had also become aware that Vikram and Alan were brazenly staring at my wife with lust in their eyes, with no attempts to hide it. I'm sure most guys with a pretty girlfriend or wife knows what I mean. You go out on the streets, you become aware of people stealing glances at your girl but trying to make it less obvious. Well, Vikram and Alan were definitely staring, but they were not hiding the fact, as if they didn't care that we knew. Susan, perhaps feeling their eyes undressing her as well, snuggled closer to me. I felt her shiver slightly, out of cold or fear, I didn't know.

The autorun menu popped up onscreen once the computer detected the thumbdrive, and inside were several files, each named by date. I noticed the earliest date was about 2 weeks after we first came here, and the last one dated just last week. Ganesh opened up the first file and my blood ran cold. It was a video file, and it showed an empty toilet. The image quality was not as sharp as those taken by the security cameras, but it was clear enough to make out most details. It was the toilet where me and Susan had been using for our love making sessions! 'Paiseh ah hidden camera quality not so good hehe', Ganesh chuckled. Indeed, the perspective told me the camera was situated somewhere above the mirror, inconspicuous enough yet able to capture the whole toilet.

I knew what was coming, but I was still hoping for the best. Susan was clutching at me so tightly that her nails were digging into my arm, but I barely felt the pain. Sure enough, after a few seconds, the toilet door in the video opened and we were treated to the sight of us a few weeks back, cuddling and giggling like new lovers, entering the toilet and closing the door behind us. What followed doesn't need further description. We were making out hot and heavy, then we were making wild passionate love. The next few videos were repeats of the first one, and the camera caught us in all positions, doggy, Susan straddling me, the rear straddle, and throughout the video my face and Susan's were always recognizable when it could be seen.

I now knew how the guards had set the trap. They must have observed us the very first day we came in, and also suspected what we were doing inside, but they needed more damning evidence. So once they were certain we would return, they installed a hidden camera inside the toilet to capture all the raunchy scenes over the next few weeks. And now, armed with enough evidence, they sprung the trap. But what were their intentions. Blackmail? Money to buy their silence? Or worse?