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"Adam! Adam!" I called, turning the handle on the changing room door.

"In here."

"Thank goodness," I exhaled softly, anxiety abating. "What are you doing? I was scared out of my wits, why don't you have the light on? It's as black as pitch...I'll just..."

I didn't have time to finish before hands grabbed hold of my arms from behind. Stunned, I dropped my phone and keys; they clattered to the floor as the sound of more than one person breathing heavily next to me penetrated my senses. A heady mix of aftershave and deodorant assailed my nostrils, the mixed aromas unpleasant but alluring at the same time. I tried to hold my breath.

Someone took my bag.

"Don't move a muscle or turn your head, Isabel. Perfect," said Adam. "Hold her there for the moment boys, while I have a word," he continued, dazzling me with the sudden beam of a flashlight.

"Remember all the times you told me that you'd like a little fun with more than one man sweetheart? Remember when we played hide and seek at home - just the two of us? Remember when I tied you to our bed and screwed you as hard and fast as you could endure? Well here's your chance to move our sex games up to a new, and I suspect, highly satisfactory level. Do you want to play?" he asked, his voice, at first, coming from the other side of the room, although I could hear him approaching.

"My god! You must be mad," I exclaimed, but in spite of my protest, I felt moist with lust as I considered my options.

My heart's pace increased, anxiety creeping upward, sizzling my nerve endings, my breasts heaving while I tried to breathe normally, slowly, deliberately in and out. Desperate neither to betray panic, nor excitement.

The beam of light extinguished; my eyes adjusted, teeth tugging my bottom lip. If Adam could see me properly, he would know exactly how I felt.

"Just going to have a little grope to check if your body agrees with your words." His voice closer still, his breath on my face as he reached down, pulled up my skirt and slipped his fingers inside my panties.

In all that time, the people kept a firm grip of my arms, held them fast at my sides, and remained silent.

"As wet as a whore on heat," Adam confirmed. "Just as I'd thought. Now I don't want you to struggle, Isabel, or I'm afraid we'll have to get rougher than either you, or we, would like. If you co-operate, you'll have just as much fun as you've always anticipated, and so will me and the boys. I've invited them along to make up the numbers. Okay?"

"Yes, Adam," I whispered, in a barely audible voice, simultaneously horrified and thrilled.

"Excellent. Right, lads, as promised, it's your lucky day. Strip her, let's have her naked, tied to the bench over there and blindfold. After that we'll take turns, I want you to give her what she's been begging me for, and I'm never one to deny Isabel her wishes. Yes, my lovely wife must have everything she desires."

"Isn't this madness? Are you sure this is wise?" I managed to squeak before a rough hand harshly clamped my mouth, followed by a gag, tied resolutely at the back of my head, the central ball thrust painfully between my lips, assaulting the tender flesh.

More than one man handled me onto a low bench, tying my hands above my head, and looping the ropes aloft, attaching them to what? I didn't know. I think it must have been a rack of some sort. They held my legs down, and wound rope tightly around each ankle, spreading my lower limbs wide; securing the ends of my bonds to the base of benches either side of the makeshift bed.

By this time, my eyes had adjusted to the dim light, and I could see Adam and three other men in the gloom, not for long though, the next thing he ordered was the blindfold, and with his last word of instruction, I was plunged into darkness.

"Doesn't she look beautiful, lads?" Adam said. "Just as I said. Worth every last second of planning wouldn't you say?"

The rhetorical question required no reply.

Restrained, arms painfully tied, raised above my head, legs spread wide, unable to speak and unable to see. I knew the men were closing in on me and intended to make use of my body in whatever way Adam demanded. Each ready and willing to do my husband's bidding, while at the same time no doubt, satisfying their own perverse needs.

Allowing my mind to drift dangerously, languor washed over me. Initial adrenaline replaced by torpor that I hoped was temporary. It was almost as if I had been drugged, and I could hardly believe that I had brought this upon myself.

Adam and I had been sexually adventurous from the day we became intimate not long after we met. I always played along with him; indulgent sex was one of our many pleasures in common. We'd enjoyed one or two risqué evenings with other venturesome couples where we indulged in swapping, but those playtimes rarely involved anything more than a little straight sex with each other's partners, observing each fuck the other, quite tame in many respects. Although I was acutely aware that Adam got immensely excited watching me have sex with others, and he and I had discussed developing our swinging encounters, hoping to take them to a new level.