After ten years of marriage, in which my wife coped admirably with my claustrophilia, and ultra-submissive rubber bondage needs, she informed me one day that she had been having an affair with my boss, for months, and thought she wanted a divorce! She chose to inform me of this, when I was securely trussed up in a big bag, of rubberized canvas, and utterly helpless, on the bed, tied at the neck, waist, and under my feet. I was still crazy about her, and asked if she saw any alternative to divorce, since I REALLY didn't want that...she said Ricky was on his way over, and they would discuss it when he arrived. I was still processing this information - I really HATED Ricky, and I was sure the feeling was mutual! I was worried about him having absolute power over me, and not sure my wife would or could protect me from the excesses I knew he favored. He was "cute" though, they told me, all style and no substance. When he arrived and she brought him to the bedroom, he laughed nastily, and said "Smart-ass doesn't look so smart now, does he?" She replied absently that it was what it was,and I wasn't going to cooperate with the divorce, it seemed. He got loud, and said "Then we'll just have to persuade him about it! Keep him in there long enough, he'll do anything to get out! Shit, Samantha, I could make him blow me! I mean what's he gonna do? Refuse? Don't think so! I kinda like the idea...very humiliating, in front of his wife too! You know, that's something you won't do, and you know how much I like it! Yeah, let's keep him in there,and make him suck my dick, until he's ready to sign the papers, and put the house in our - YOUR name!" She didn't seem to catch this slip, or maybe she did, and didn't care....I mean he was so "cute" and women just loved to do whatever he wanted! Mine too, apparently! She said "Okay, Ricky, honey, whatever you decide! Now let's get it ON!" So they screwed their brains out, on the bed, right beside me,and my latent subconscious need for humiliation fed on this, and I was massively erect, with a big protrusion in the bag, obvious to anyone! Eventually when they ran out of steam, he noticed this, and said "Hey the bastard LIKES this! Look!" He slapped the bulge, over and over, with casual strength, and I writhed and moaned in discomfort and not a little fear! Also, if I was honest, with a sick pleasure at my plight. "Let me show you something.." she said thoughtfully, and got off the bed. A minute later, paper crackled, and Ricky said "Holy shit! Jackpot!" Must have been the letter from the blood and sperm bank! They discussed the arithmetic gleefully, multiplying the $10 a pop by ten times a day, by seven days a week, and coming up with $700 a week. :"They say they'll take all they can get!" he chuckled evilly. "You'll have a full-time job, milking him this much!" She got an edge to her voice, that I knew so well. "Just a minute, bozo! I am not doing all the dirty work! Not something I like to do, anyway! You will have to harvest the bulk of the uh, donations! Why is this a problem? Good money, and what could be more humiliating for someone you really dislike, than to humiliate them this way? Use your brain, sweetie! He'll HATE it! So you'll LOVE it! No?" He sighed, I guess....it's just so much work!" "For that kind of money, it's not much work! Anyway that's the only way it's all going to happen! Take it or leave it!" "Yeah, yeah, okay! I'll do it!" So, I found myself being face-fucked through the zippered opening at my mouth, while he masturbated the shit out of me, and eventually collected my massive ejaculation in an "approved container" and Samantha took it to the refrigerator, and the "appropriate temperature"!...............After I had swallowed his load, helplessly, they sealed me back into silence with the fine nylon zipper, left my goodies still protruding from the bag, exposed and vulnerable, and went off to dinner at her favorite restaurant, leaving me on my own to ponder the future!