Lindsey and Ron had been married for five years. Lindsey had recently delivered the couple’s first child but had managed to keep her body in great shape. She had already lost all of the weight she had put on during the pregnancy, and her breasts had blossomed to a size 36C. Ron loved to feel Lindsey’s tits, as they were still very firm. Ron’s only disappointment with Lindsey was the lack of exploration in their sex life.

Lindsey had grown up in a very conservative household. Her father was a minister for the local church. Growing up in a strict Christian home meant Lindsey never dressed provocatively, and she always wore her long blonde hair up in a ponytail. This lifestyle carried into Lindsey’s adulthood. Ron continuously asked Lindsey to dress in a more seductive manner or to shave her pussy, but she never agreed.

And that would all be fine with Ron if only Lindsey was more playful in bed. Lindsey would only have sex in the missionary position, she flatly refused to try oral sex, and God help Ron if he ever brought up anal again. The last time he suggested it, his buxom blonde bride threatened to leave him then and there.

Through all of this, Ron thought he had been relatively patient with his wife. But it was their fifth anniversary, and he figured he would give it another shot.

The couple had decided to stay in for the night and rent a movie. Ron’s parents had taken their daughter for the weekend. Ron thought for sure this would be the time Lindsey would agree to a little spice up.

After dinner, the married couple exchanged presents. Lindsey gave Ron the new fishing pole he wanted. Ron gave Lindsey a new tennis racket.

“You always manage to get me the perfect thing,” said Lindsey.

“Well, if you think the racket was good, wait ‘till you see your other present,” and with that, Ron handed Lindsey a tiny pink package with a silver bow.

Apprehensively, Lindsey took the package and opened it. Inside, she found a pink see-through nighty and a frilly pink thong.

“Ron, I’ve told you before, I just don’t see how dressing like a slut is sexy.”

“I know you’re not all that keen on the idea, babe, but you have such a great body, and all you ever do is hide it behind sweats. I’m always going to that damn country club you adore so much without even a complaint. The least you could do is dress a little sexier on our anniversary,” barked Ron a little harsher than he meant it to come out.

“You’re right, honey. I’m sorry. I should do more things for you, whether I want to or not,” said Lindsey in the tone of a little girl being scolded by her father.

“But I want you to want to do this, Lindsey. I don’t want you to do it just because I ask for it. That takes the fun out of it.”

“I know, I know. I do want to do it. I’ll go put these on, and we can watch the movie.”

After fifteen minutes in the bathroom, which Ron found surprisingly longer than he would have thought, Lindsey reappeared in her sexy pink outfit. The nighty was sheer enough to show every detail of her flawless body. Her large nipples and round ass were plainly visible through the material. Her pussy was the only thing covered by the outfit because of the tiny pink thong she wore.

As Lindsey stepped out of the bathroom, Ron whistled his appreciation. Ron was now stripped down to his boxers, exposing his overweight gut and his four-inch erection.

“You look great,” Ron said.

“I feel sexier already,” Lindsey responded. “This might actually be fun.”

Ron sat down and patted the couch for Lindsey to do so as well. As Ron was about to hit the play button on the remote, the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be at this hour on a Friday night?” Ron wondered aloud as he stood and moved towards the door.

Ron opened the door and said, “Yes?”

Four large black men burst into the house dressed in standard hoodlum attire. One of the black men knocked Ron hard on the head, and he fell to the floor on his ass.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” blurted out a dazed Ron.

“Shut it, cracker. You cooperate, and we don’t hurt you. We just want the cash and any other valuables,” shouted the largest black ruffian.

Ron was pulled to his feet by two of the other black men while the largest one, who was obviously the leader, tied Ron’s hands behind his back with his belt.

Ron heard the fourth member of the gang whistle and shout, “Shiiit, look at those tits.”

Ron instantly remembered his scantily clad wife sitting on the couch. The three other hoodlums shoved Ron toward her.

“Well, look at the little lady,” said the leader. “All dressed up for a night of fucking with hubby, hmmm?”

Lindsey had been silent throughout the whole ordeal. She had made no attempt to cover herself, and her nipples now stood out a good half-inch. Ron assumed it was the shock and fear of the whole escapade.

“Answer me, bitch, were you going to fuck your husband tonight?”

“Yes. It’s our anniversary,” Lindsey answered rather coolly.

“Really? Well, I’ll tell you what. You’re going to get your anniversary fuck, but it’s not going to be with hubby; it’s going to be with us.”

Again, no reaction from Lindsey.

“Get up and strip for us, slut,” said the leader.

Two of the other black men, the leader called them Prince and Bull, shoved Ron back to the ground and took a place on the couch along with the leader, who Ron heard called Trunk. The fourth intruder, called Moose, pulled up a chair for the show.

Lindsey, now standing in front of the four biggest and blackest men she had ever seen, turned on the radio to a rap station she never listened to and began to swing to the beat. Ron knew his wife was just doing it without protest because of the fear of what the men would do to her if she didn’t comply.