As the sounds of the approaching car faded into the distance, James' heart sank. He knew that meant his wife, Kate, and his mistress, Julie, had arrived home earlier than expected. Their faces filled with rage as they marched up to him, their heels clicking menacingly on the hardwood floor. Neither one said a word as they grabbed him by both arms, propelling him inside towards the bathroom.
The moment the door closed behind them, Kate and Julie let out primal screams of fury as they began to verbally tear him apart. Spittle flew from their lips as they called him every filthy name under the sun, accusing him of being a worthless piece of shit who deserved every ounce of pain they were about to inflict upon him. Their nails dug into his skin, drawing lines of blood that only seemed to fuel their rage.
"You fucking pig," Julie spat, her eyes filled with hate. "Look at what you've done to us!" She pushed him to his knees and kicked him in the stomach, sending him crashing onto his back on the cold tile floor. His head spun as he tried to catch his breath, but it was no use. The pair continued their onslaught, alternating between kicking him in the gut and slapping him across the face. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he begged for mercy, but they only seemed to fan the flames of their fury.
"How could you?" Kate screeched, her voice hoarse from all the yelling. She pulled down her pants and spread her legs, revealing a pair of lacy black panties soaked through with her own urine. "Look at what you've made us do!" She stomped her foot, sending another wave of pain shooting up his legs. "We had no choice but to piss ourselves just to teach you a lesson."
"This is all your fault," Julie growled as she yanked her pants off, revealing she was in the same predicament as Kate. She took a step forward, hovering over him with her wet crotch only inches from his face. He could see the heat in her eyes, the thirst for revenge that made her whole body shake with rage. "You have deserved this for a long time, James," she hissed.
They grabbed him roughly by the arms, pulling him back onto his knees. Their cold, damp pussies pressed against his chin as they forced him to taste their piss, their stinky arousal mixing with the sour flavor of their urine. He gagged and choked as they held him down, their bodies trembling with the effort to keep him pinned there. He felt like he was going to burst, the pressure building in his bladder as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Suck on it, you filthy animal," Kate snarled. "You're going to enjoy every second of this." She slapped him across the face, her hand leaving a stinging mark. Julie joined in, her palm connecting with his cheekbone with a sickening thud. Their laughter echoed around the bathroom as they relished his humiliation, his pain.
As much as he wanted to resist, James was powerless against their strength. He could feel his will crumbling under their assault, his resolve weakening with each passing moment. The room spun around him, his vision blurred by tears of fear and shame. All he could do was endure, praying for it to be over soon.
