Fred’s wife was late getting home from shopping… again. He could only wonder how much she’d spent this time. No matter how much he tried talking to her about it, he simply could not get her to stop spending so much.
He’d lost romantic feelings for her long ago. But it was just as obvious she’d lost romantic feelings for him as well. Now, it seemed she was content just to spend his money.
It got later in the evening, and she still had not gotten home. He was tempted to go over and visit his mistress Gracie. Every time his wife went out shopping, he got the urge to go seek comfort in her arms.
It was after 10 pm when he finally got a text from his wife. But it was not what he’d been expecting. It was someone saying they had his wife and that he’d better come up with some money fast or she was going to be in very big trouble.
At first, he was concerned. Someone must have followed her, knowing she had access to a lot of money. Then he thought better of it.
“This is a scam” he texted back. The response was “See for yourself.” A moment later, he received a picture of a naked woman in a tank with a glass front, a woman who looked very much like his wife, with chains around her knees. They must have been using her phone to send the picture to him.
It certainly looked like her. But he was still concerned it could all be fake. AI was all the rage these days. It was possible someone had made an image of her just to scam him.
“Nice AI” he texted back. A moment later, the tank started to fill with water. The woman inside let out a shriek before begging him to pay the kidnappers off.
Fred thought it over. Then he decided to call Gracie. Maybe she could give some input on the matter.
When he reached her, he told her someone had his wife and were threatening to drown her while he helplessly watched. “Drown her??” Gracie blurted out excitedly. “Don’t go away; I’ll be right over!”
Gracie made it over to his house in record time. By the time she arrived, the tank was nearly half full of water. When she knocked on his door, he let her right in.
“Someone really kidnapped her?” she asked in disbelief. So he showed her the image on his iPhone.
“Is that real?” she wanted to know.
“Looks real,” he replied. “But with AI these days, there’s no telling whether it’s real or fake.”
“Why don’t you call her and see if she’s all right?”
Fred blinked in surprise. Then he hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. “That’s a good idea, Gracie. I’m such an idiot.”
He was about to dial her number when his mistress suddenly reached out a hand to stop him. “Wait a minute, Fred.”
“Wait? But you said I should call her!”
“I know, but…”
She slowly led him over to the sofa where they sat down together. Gracie was mesmerized by the image on his iPhone. Fred just frowned at her.
“Gracie? What’s going on? What are you thinking? What should I do?”
“Gawd; that’s so hot!” she panted as she stared at the image on the iPhone. “Just look at her in there. You think they’re really gonna do it? You think they’d really drown your wife?”
“I don’t know,” Fred remarked thoughtfully.
Gracie affectionately put her hand on his arm. Then she calmly asked, “Fred? Tell me the truth. Do you really want to get her back?”
“What are you saying?! Of course I want to get her back! I…” Then he paused to think about it.
Gracie affectionately squeezed his hand. “Fred, I… this is going to sound terrible, but… could we… I mean… could we watch them drown her?”
“Honey, are you serious?”
“What if it’s just an AI image?”
“Well what if it’s not?”
“I’m serious. Do you really want to get her back?”
Fred blinked as he thought about it for a moment. “Let me try something,” he finally remarked. Then he sent a message to the kidnappers, saying he was impressed with how well they had created the appearance of his wife by using AI, making her appear naked in a tank of rising water.
In response, they began adding even more water. The tank filled a little faster, causing the woman trapped inside to cry out. The water was now climbing her bare chest.
Fred was sent a text where to send the money. All he had to do was use his phone. Any delay would likely cause even more stress on his wife. Didn’t he love her? After all, couldn’t he see how full the tank was getting?
Fred showed the texts to his mistress. But Gracie was panting heavily for breath. “Gawd; is she really going to drown in there? I can’t believe how hot that is!”
The water level continued to climb. Now it had reached her neck. The woman in the tank cried out to her husband, begging him to hurry up and pay them so they would drain the tank.
Fred thought about sending the money. Then he thought about sending another text first. Gracie saw his hesitation, and she reached out to stop him.
“Wait a minute, Fred. What if… what if they take your money and then drown her anyway?” Fred blinked again, not having considered that possibility.
“Maybe I’d better do something,” he said as he got ready to punch in some numbers.
“Don’t!” his mistress cried out, grabbing his arm.
“Honey, they’re going to drown her!”
“I know that, darling!” she pleaded anxiously. “It’s just that I… Gawd, I’m so turned on right now! Aren’t you?”
They both watched as the water level continued to climb. “Running out of time” came the next text.
“Ignore it!” Gracie gasped. Then she grabbed his arm as she added, “Please, Fred? For… for me?”
The water reached his wife’s chin. She winced as she cried out for her husband to do something. Now she was clearly starting to hyperventilate.
Fred suddenly noticed Gracie shedding clothes. “Honey? What are you doing?”
“Gawd; that is so hot!” she breathed. “I can’t believe how turned on I am! Aren’t you?” And with that, she frantically began helping Fred out of his clothes.
Once they were fully undressed, they both watched the image on the iPhone as the water continued to rise. Somehow his wife was partially mobile. She was able to lift herself up inside the tank to get a breath.
She looked like she was in an awkward position. So she came back down into her forced crouch position. But once she did that, they saw the water level was above her mouth, tickling the base of her nose.
They watched her snort water out of her nose. Then she rose up even more. She was actually able to tip her head back enough to get a decent breath.
For now, they could see she still had access to the air pocket above her. It was difficult with the chains around her legs as the tank continued to fill. But at least she could do it.
Better hurry. There’s not much time left… For the moment, the text was ignored.
Soon, there were only a few inches of air left up at the top. Fred’s wife kept lifting herself up to tip her head back and breathe from the air pocket. But every time she got tired, she would end up crouching fully submerged in the tank, forced to hold her breath as she tried to rest.
“Gawd; just look at her!” Gracie gasped. Now she was excitedly fingering her pussy. “I really wanna watch her drown! Can we watch your wife drown, Fred?”
His wife cried out bubbles underwater. Fred could tell she was struggling. But he was also strangely turned on at her plight.
She soon stopped calling for help. She was too busy trying to breathe from the diminishing air pocket. Then she would get a big breath and submerge to rest at the bottom of the tank.
The kidnappers sent another warning. They said his wife looked like she was getting tired, and would not be able to keep catching her breath much longer. Besides, the air pocket was nearly gone.
Gracie read the text. Then she panted, “Don’t answer it, Fred. Let’s call their bluff. Let’s see if they’re really gonna drown her!”
They watched as the water slowly rose higher. Fred’s wife really had to struggle to get a decent breath. The air pocket was rapidly diminishing.
Send us the money. There’s still time to save your wife.
“Fred; don’t!” Gracie panted as she fingered herself like crazy. “Gawd, this is so exciting! I want to cum the moment she starts drowning! Gawd; I’m ready to explode!”
Another text message arrived, telling Fred where to sent the money electronically. “Don’t do it!” his mistress begged. “Let her drown, Fred; let her drown! They’re probably gonna drown her anyway; am I right?”
They watched his wife rise up and struggle to get another decent breath. She all but pushed her mouth up through one of the openings in the grate above her. Then she came back down and crouched, trying to rest.
She lost bubbles out of her mouth and nose as she tried to hold her breath. “That has GOT to be her last breath!” Gracie panted excitedly. “There’s hardly any more air up there now! Let her drown, Fred! Please… do it for me?”
Last chance, the text read. In reply, his mistress begged, “Let her drown, Fred; let her drown!” But by then, Fred had already made up his mind.
His wife rose back up to find the air pocket. But now it was virtually gone. She tried to stick her mouth through one of the holes up in the grate. But she gasped and sputtered, unable to get the breath she truly needed.
“Gawd; she’s gonna drown now!” Grace panted excitedly, squirming like crazy.
His wife suddenly thrashed about, apparently having gotten water down her throat. Then she started coughing and bubbling. That’s when she sank back down into the tank in her usual crouch, bubbles trickling out of her nose.
Too late. This is all your fault for not paying us…
Fred’s wife looked out through the glass in desperation. She shook her head and screamed much of her breath away. Then she began gulping like a fish out of water as she started convulsing painfully.
“Fuck – she’s drowning!” Fred’s mistress cried out with delight. “That is so hot!” Then she cried out in orgasm as she furiously fingered herself.
By now, Gracie had noticed how hard her lover’s dick had become. As his wife continued to drown, she dropped to her knees and immediately started sucking like crazy. She wanted to do this for her lover. Besides, Fred’s eyes were now glued to the image of his drowning, bubbling wife.
Gracie excitedly swallowed his dick. But she kept fingering herself the entire time. A moment later, Fred left a load in her mouth as his wife grunted, glubbed and drowned
She hungrily gulped it down. Then she looked at the image on the screen. His wife was staring in lifeless horror, occasionally hitching and spasming as the occasional bubble slipped out through her parted lips.
“Fuck; that was hot!” she panted. “You must have secretly enjoyed it too, honey. You sure gave me one hell of a mouthful!”
Gracie slowly reached over and shut off Fred’s iPhone. “Show’s over, baby,” she purred seductively. “Now you don’t have a wife to spend you into the poor house any more. That is, unless it was all AI and she’s on her way back home.”
“I don’t think she’s coming home,” Fred said numbly as he stared at the dark screen to his iPhone.
“Yeah, but I’ll soon be cumming in your home,” his mistress giggled as she took him by the hand, pulled him up off the sofa and led him to the bedroom.
11/13/24 Inspired by the pic from Insex.