"N-No! F-Four is too much for me! I won't be able to handle them!"

In a midnight bus ride, four of my husband's work colleagues have me pinned down on a seat. Soon, I feel my legs getting wrenched apart by force.

The man standing before me takes off his belt before whipping it across my perky butt heavily.

"Spread your legs! Women like you are meant to give us pleasure!"

After that, he tears my soaked panties off my body.

My name was Kristin Peters, and I married young.

Ever since I was little, I knew I had a strong appetite for sex. Men caught my attention easily, but I was still raised with some sense, so I never fooled around recklessly.

I gave my virginity to my husband, Edward Carter, and after that, sex became an essential part of my life. I wanted him constantly, and I was always begging him to satisfy me and not to hold back with me.

Lately, however, Edward had been away for months working at a construction site, his absence leaving me feeling restless and unfulfilled.

I had tried every possible way to distract myself at home, but nothing worked. The restlessness inside me only got worse.

That day, I called Edward and told him I wanted to stay at his dorm on the site for a few days. I said I could keep him company and help satisfy his needs, too.

Wanting to surprise him, I deliberately dressed up before leaving. I put on a low-cut dress that revealed my ample chest and a pair of black thigh-high stockings, then boarded the bus headed for the site.

The bus was packed, and plenty of men kept sneaking looks at my chest and my legs. Under their lingering stares, my body started heating up, and I felt myself getting wet.

At that moment, my only thought was to reach the site so that Edward could satisfy my needs.

That was when I noticed four men sitting diagonally across from me. They looked familiar, and after a second, I recognized them as some of Edward's coworkers.

I had seen them before when they'd visited our place.

They carried the same smell Edward always did after work. Their skin was tanned from the sun, and their bodies were solid from hard labor. Every single one of them looked strong.

I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they pinned me to the ground.

The four of them noticed me, too, and waved.

"You're Edward's wife, right?" one asked. "Heading to see him?"

Their eyes swept over me from head to toe, and the way they looked at me made my skin grow even warmer.

I nodded. "Yeah. What a coincidence running into you guys here."

"It's a long trip, and there's still a bit of a walk after we get off. Just stay with us."

"Okay, thanks."

After that, I shifted in my seat. I already felt uncomfortable, and with how hot and stuffy the bus was, my underwear was soaked.

One of the men said irritably, "This bus is way too hot. I'm dying here."

My heart jumped, and I could feel myself tingling down there.

He glanced at me and grinned. "It's too stuffy in here. You don't mind if I take my shirt off, do you?"

I waved it off with a smile. "No, it's fine. You're all Edward's coworkers. It's no big deal."

"Good."

After that, the others took off their shirts, too. Each one was more muscular than the last.

I kept swallowing hard, forcing myself to stay composed as I fought the growing restlessness in my body.

The bus rattled and swayed, and every bump in the road made me tense. If this kept up, I felt like I might actually lose it.

I took out a small purple toy from my bag. While no one was paying attention, I slipped it under my dress.

A breath of relief escaped me as I leaned back against the seat, my legs parting just slightly. I turned it on, and the faint vibration finally eased some of the pressure.

Traveling without a toy really was impossible.

I closed my eyes for a moment. The desire churning inside me was too strong, and the little toy could only do so much.

All I could do was pray the bus would get there faster.

By the time night began to fall, the passengers had gotten off one after another.

The construction site was the final stop, so only Edward's four coworkers and I were left on the bus.

They seemed worn out from the long ride, too. One by one, they leaned back in their seats and started dozing off.

I closed my eyes as well, planning to rest for a bit so I'd have the energy to squeeze Edward dry when we arrived.

I had no idea how much time had passed when I faintly heard the men's voices.

One of them whispered, "Shh. Is she asleep?"

"I don't know. Why don't you check, Wilson?" another muttered, nudging him.

Then, I felt a hand slowly reaching toward my chest.

A third man stopped him at once. "Are you stupid? If she's not really asleep and catches you, you're screwed."

"Damn it, I've wanted a piece of her for ages," Wilson Bates said under his breath, practically smacking his lips. "The last time I went to Edward's place, I even stole one of her stockings. The smell was unbelievable."

So that was it. I had noticed a pair of stockings missing before. It turned out that Wilson had taken them.

All of a sudden, Wilson said in surprise, "Damn! Frank, George, Timmy, look at what's on her thigh."

"Is that her underwear? You've got to be kidding me. She took them off to sleep?"

"I'm telling you, when we took our shirts off earlier, she was staring at us. She definitely wanted something."

As they spoke, they moved closer, and I felt them tug my underwear lower.

"Look at it. It's damp. She couldn't take it anymore and came running to her husband."

Listening to the four of them talk about me like that sent a rush of excitement through me. I kept pretending to sleep because I wanted to see what exactly they were planning to do.

The toy was still quietly vibrating. If they discovered it, things would get even worse.

"She's not reacting at all. She's definitely asleep. I'm going to cop a feel," Wilson said.

With that, he reached out and put his hand on my chest. The rough, heavy weight of his palm sent goosebumps across my skin.

No man other than Edward had ever touched me there, and I never knew how good it could feel.

Wilson sounded thrilled. "She really is asleep. Not even a twitch. She feels amazing, and it's soft, too."

After he said that, the other three got curious and reached over as well.

Having all four of them touching me at once sent a jolt through me. I bit my lip, fighting to keep any sound from escaping my throat, though I felt squirmish inside.

"She's unbelievable. She feels amazing! I can hardly hold myself back."

The four of them kept looking me over.

"How did Edward get so lucky? He married such a gorgeous wife. Her skin's soft and smooth, and she's at least a 36D."

"A man like Edward can't possibly handle her alone. By the time she gets to the dorm, she'll probably drain him dry. Maybe we should help him out."

Would they really dare try something like that on a bus? This wasn't some lawless place, after all.

Then again, Edward really had struggled to keep up with me over the years. Most of the time, he couldn't satisfy me at all. Sometimes, I had even wondered whether he went to the site on purpose just to avoid me.

Just then, Wilson spoke again. "She took off her underwear before going to sleep, and she's wearing a dress. She might not have anything else on under there."

Then, he lifted the hem of my dress.

He stared in disbelief at the sight and blurted, "Holy shit!"

One of the others quickly hushed him. "Keep your voice down, idiot. What if you wake her up?"

Wilson was unable to contain himself, his voice thick with crude excitement. "She's definitely a slut. She's got a toy hidden under there."

The moment he said that, the other men peeked under my skirt as well, their curiosities piqued.

"No kidding. Is she that desperate? Then I guess we really do have to help."

Wilson reached in and pulled the toy out. "Look at it. It's soaking wet!"

My legs tensed instinctively. The second it was removed, a sharp jolt ran through me, so intense I nearly screamed.

Wilson caught it immediately and pointed at me. "Damn it. She's faking. Her legs moved!"

"No way. Don't scare us like that," the other three said, their faces paling as the fear of being caught started to set in.

"I'm telling you, she's awake. When I touched her, she didn't react at all. She was pretending. Hell, she might've even been enjoying it."

They started talking over one another, and my heart leaped into my throat.

These men were all Edward's coworkers. If anything really happened, how could I ever face him again?

In the end, Wilson gritted his teeth and egged the others on. "Who cares if she's pretending or not? If she is, then she's obviously into it. And if she were really asleep, she wouldn't know anything anyway."

After hearing that, the other three lost whatever sense they had left. They yanked my dress up, leaving me fully exposed before them.

My body jerked, and I snapped my eyes open. I looked at them in panic. "W-What are you trying to do?"

They froze for a second when they saw me awake, but then they quickly recovered and leered at me.

"So, you really were pretending to be asleep. Bet you were having the time of your life while we were feeling you up, weren't you?"

The truth was that it had sent an incredible rush through me, but I couldn't let them know that, so I played dumb.

"W-What are you talking about?" I said. "I was asleep."

"Cut the act. Who falls asleep with a toy in them?"

"Your body was shaking when we touched you. Did you think we wouldn't notice?"

"You're dying for it right now, aren't you? Don't worry. The four of us can take very good care of you."

As they said that, all four of them lunged at me.

Two grabbed my legs from either side and forced them apart, leaving me completely exposed. I had never imagined they'd be this brazen, trying something like this right there on a bus.

"This is a crime! Aren't you afraid the driver will see?" I shouted in a panic.

However, the driver kept his eyes on the road and acted as if he heard nothing happening behind him.

Wilson ran a hand along my leg, his face a picture of satisfaction.

"Go ahead and scream," he said. "The driver's one of us. You can scream your lungs out, and no one's coming to save you."

At that point, despair washed over me. My eyes filled with tears as I looked at them.

The men stared at me without the slightest shame, their hands roaming over me as they held me down and looked me over in a way that made my skin crawl. They even forced me open to get a better look.

"She really is something," one of them muttered. "She's soft and pink. I've got to know what she feels like."

"I really want to feel what it's like to be in her. Bet it's going to be tight and smooth."

Their rough handling left me aching and yearning for more at the same time. I even felt something warm oozing out of me.

They saw it all, and it was utterly embarrassing.

Wilson turned to the others. "She's soaking wet. There's no point holding back now. Let's do it together!"

"Okay."

As soon as they said that, they tore my underwear away and forced my legs wider.

I was on the verge of tears, my voice breaking as I begged, "N-No… Please don't. There are four of you. It'll hurt…"

Wilson pulled off his belt and snapped it hard against my butt. The sting made me flinch violently, though I couldn't help but want more.

"You're a whore, and you're afraid of us hurting you? I'm more worried you'll wear us out first," he said. "Lift your butt! I'll take good care of you tonight."

As he spoke, he struck me again.

I didn't know why my body reacted the way it did, but I felt myself obeying. My legs were forced open, leaving me completely exposed.

Wilson hurriedly shoved his pants down, his manhood springing into sight. The size of him alone made my heart drop as I feared he might ruin me.

"Hold still," he said. "It'll hurt at first."

He grabbed hold of my leg for leverage, lined himself up, and thrust forward.