Urban legend

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Max struggled against his restraints. He and his wife were visiting their friends. He'd quickly went to the toilet and came back to find his wife and friends furiously exploring their bodies. 

"Check out this girl's tits, their perky as hell" his wife said brutishly, hands clasped around her breasts. His friend, Luke gave them a squeeze. Max impulsively yelled in protest. The three all paused and turned their glance to Max. "Shit, I didn't think anyone else was in the house!" Exclaimed his Friend's wife "Get him" they pointed. 

A struggle ensued and eventually Max found himself tied to a chair. He plead for his wife and friends to stop acting so weird. "I'm not your wife buddy" his wife's inhabitant said. Max realised then that these were the urban legend of the Hopper Gang. Three guys who could steal bodies temporarily and do crazy things with them: rob banks, steal cars, have sex in the middle of the street. It was normally chalked up to psychotic breaks. It obviously wasn't an urban legend now he seen it.

"Look buddy, we just want to have some fun. We'll be out of here in a few hours. For now, you sit tight." His 'wife' explained. "We'll even let you watch, how about that?" his friend's wife teased. Their earlier self exploration evolved into exploring eachother's bodies. Max sat for hours, stuck watching his wife be fucked by his friend and his friend's wife, she fuck them and any other combinations. He learned early on to avoid protesting, each challenge was met with a further violation of his wife's body.