AUTHOR = DRW
E-MAIL = withheld
| AUTHOR's NOTE - Rape is a horrible crime that I would like to disappear... but for a fantasy, where we know that the women are not real, it makes a great story. |
Sunday morning, I was in the shower before my wife, Sue. As always, my daughter was at church, so we always have a leisurely hour reading the newspaper and having coffee in bed. I left her finishing up the ads to jump in the shower.
I was just finishing when the door opened. I turned off the water and opened the shower door to ask Sue what she needed. To my surprise, there was a man behind her with a gun to her head. She looked terrified, standing there in her green cotton nightgown.
"Do as we say and you'll both live. Try and be a hero and you'll die, right after you watch her die. Got it?"
I nodded, hoping that he would keep his word. He pushed Sue in further in the bathroom so that a woman behind him could enter. I was naked and wanted to grab the towel, but it was behind the man. The woman was young and hard. She had a black shag and large brown eyes, but her smile was insincere. She wore a tight blouse and blue jeans that could have been painted on her firm body.
She openly stared at my dick and balls, before tossing me the towel.
"Here. Dry off."
I quickly ran the towel over me, then wrapped it around my waist.
"Not quite darlin'," she said. "Give it back."
To ensure that I didn't argue, the gun at Sue's head cocked.
"No, Carl, you don't have to worry about my naked friend here. He doesn't want his wife hurt, so he'll listen very carefully."
She cupped my balls in her right hand and gently stroked my dick with her left.
"You see," now talking to me, "Carl and I discovered that naked men don't try to be heroes. Maybe they're self-conscious and too embarrassed."
Suddenly, her grip was tightened and the pain was intense. I groaned, but she wouldn't let go as she pulled and twisted with both hands, but not moving her eyes from mine.
"It also helps with the control factor, don't you think?"
Finally, she freed my organ. Carl laughed.
"Lori's pretty good with that two hand grip. I would follow her instructions to the letter, if I were you. Of course, if you don't, she'd probably tear it right off and make you eat it for breakfast. Your choice."
My hands dropped between my legs so that I could massage the pain away.
Carl motioned for all of us to walk into the master bedroom. Lori moved the armchair that was in the corner, dragging it to the foot of the bed. She then rummaged in my closet for a handful of belts and neckties.
"Sit."
I did.
She handed the belts to Sue and told her to use them to secure my feet to the legs of the chair. Next, she was told to tie my hands to the arms of the chair. Her hands were shaking, and she was crying. My wife knew that whatever was coming wasn't going to be good.
Once I was secured, they turned their attention to Sue. Carl pointed the gun to her.
"Time for the fun to begin! Lose the nightie."
Sue reluctantly slipped it over her head and stood waiting in just the nylon bottoms. Her breasts are large. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, but Lori pushed her.
"That's not nice. Carl wants to see your tits, you show them."
My wife lowered her arms. Her breasts are 38DD with large nipples -- great for tit fucking, but she's always thought them too large. Carl and Lori each reached for a breast and played with the nipples.
Carl leered at Sue.
"You ever fucked a woman before? I'll bet you haven't, but you'll learn fast and enjoy it. You see, Lori likes cock and pussy. And I don't think there's a better turn-on in the world than watching my wife have her pussy eaten by another woman. Dave, I bet you agree."
Actually, I do agree, but not at gunpoint. I always fantasized about my wife getting drunk at a party and getting it on with another woman. Just visualizing her in a 69 can get me hard no matter where I'm at. However, I didn't tell the man with the gun.
Lori's hand dropped from Sue's left breast to the front of her satin panties. She slipped her fingers in the front panel, running them through Sue's unshaven, thick bush.
"Carl," she smiled, "yeah, we've got a hairy one this time."
To my wife, she said, "Our last rape was shaved. Just doesn't seem right, somehow. Show us sweetie. Show Carl and I that lovely pussy of yours."
Sue hesitated. Still smiling, but with an obvious threat to her voice, Lori said, "Now, Sue. Take... off... the... panties... now. Don't make us tell you twice."
Lori reached down and grabbed my balls again.
"Unless you want to witness the castration of your husband by the tear-off method."
For emphasis, she gave a tug, causing me to yelp.
My wife slid the panties down her legs and stepped out of them completely naked. She put them in Lori's outstretched palm, who placed them over my face. She arranged them so that I could look through the leg hole, but the crotch was on my nose filling my lungs with Sue's female scent. In spite of being so scared, I could feel my cock beginning to harden. I prayed that it wouldn't get any more excited. I didn't want my wife hurt or humiliated, but my cock had other wishes.
It was Carl's turn to run his fingers through Sue's hair between her legs.
"Damn, that's pretty," he said.
Carl handed the gun to Lori and began to undress. Sue watched his every move and, when he pulled his underwear down to reveal an enormous stiff cock, she began to panic.
"Please. Please don't do this. Take our money, whatever you'd like. We won't tell."
Carl stroked his dick a few times.
"There's no way I'd waste that pussy. Or mouth. Hey, Dave, does she blow you? I'll break her in for you."
Blow-jobs are another fantasy of mine that has never happened and never will happen. The whole concept is disgusting to Sue, and I don't blame her. I'd hate to swallow cum, too. On the other hand, I love to lick her out, and she tolerates it. She may actually enjoy being eaten, but never pushes for it, probably fearing that I'd ask for a BJ in payment. God, my dick was getting harder.
Without another word, he pushed Sue to her knees, put his left hand on the back of her head, and grabbed his cock with his right. He slowly pulled her face to his hard-on and rubbed the tip along her lips.
"Stick out your tongue."
She did, and he slid his shaft up and down, moaning. I wondered how good it felt, ashamed that my cock was now rock hard.
"Suck my balls," he instructed her.
Having no choice, my wife lowered her head a little further and brought his sack into her mouth.
"Pull while sucking. Oh, shit... YES!"
Clearly he was enjoying himself.
Lori had found my digital camcorder in the closet with the ties and was recording my wife's humiliation. When Carl pulled away, then pushed his dick into Sue's mouth up to his balls, every move was captured. He now had two hands on the back of my wife's head and was fucking her face hard. His balls slapped her chin. After only minutes, he groaned, obviously cumming in her mouth. I heard her partially gag as she struggled to swallow the warm liquid.
I couldn't help my turn-on. Lori noticed and focused the camera now on me.
"Well, look at the good husband who got a hard-on watching his wife's mouth getting raped."
I was humiliated and embarrassed. I knew that Sue would never forgive me. Ever.
Carl roughly tossed my wife up on the bed and began tying her spread-eagle, using the remaining neckties. He secured her arms first, able to anchor them to drawer handles under the bed. Her legs were next, to similar handles near the foot of the bed. When he finished tying her, I had a clear view of her exposed pussy.
Carl ran his fingers along her slit. Lori handed him the camcorder and quickly undressed. Her body was small and athletic. Small perky breasts were tipped by hard nipples that she tweaked in anticipation. She slid shorts and panties down her legs to reveal a neatly trimmed jet black bush. Her fingers quickly slid over her pussy, then she held them under my nose.
"Nice? Lick."
I licked the juices off Lori's finger.
"My turn, now."
Lori hopped up on the bed, resting one knee on each side of my wife's head and slowly lowered her dripping pussy to Sue's mouth.
"You know what to do, honey. Eat me."
If possible, my dick got even harder.
Lori was moaning louder and louder as Sue's tongue worked magic. Soon, the woman's pussy was grinding on my wife's face, driving her tongue even deeper.
"Oh, my god. Oh, my god."
I looked at Carl who was filming the action.
Lori reached down between her legs to pull her pussy lips apart for better contact. Apparently, that was all she needed to send her over the edge.
"Fuuuuuucccck," she groaned as an orgasm rippled through her.
Lori rolled off of Sue's face, moving aside for Carl to lie between her legs. He had regained an erection watching the two women have sex. He pushed into her pussy and immediately began pumping.
Lori kneeled down beside my chair, both of us watching Sue being raped. The man's ass moved up and down as he slid in and out. I panicked when Lori grabbed my hard shaft. I grimaced, expecting her to do another painful yank on my dick and balls. Instead, she ran her hand up and down gently, massaging my balls with her other hand.
"Do you need a helping hand, there? Watching your wife being forced to have sex was quite a turn-on, huh? Here, let me help."
I was so close before she started, that it took only a minute or two of soft pumping before my cum spilled over her hand. She moved over to my wife, placing her cum soaked palm against Sue's mouth.
"Lick your husband's cum. See, he loved watching you get raped."
With tears in her eyes, Sue licked Lori's hand and then sucked her fingers. Carl moaned and came a second time while watching my wife's final humiliation.
THE END
