The mail arrived at roughly 11:30 AM. Just
as usual. I flipped through the envelopes, hoping for something interesting
instead of the standard assortment of junk mail and bills.
My eyes caught note of an unmarked envelope. No return address, and
no mail-to address, just my name. And no stamp. Such an unusual envelope
deserved to be opened first. I ripped open the seal and pulled out a
piece of paper.
I'm going to knock up your wife.
The message was handwritten on notepaper. No other words, no other indication
of the sender.
I laughed slightly to myself, knowing full well that a large number
of men wanted to fuck my wife. Rebecca was a heart-stopper, but not
in the in- your-face model sense. She was beautiful in the girl-next-door
way. She was graced with a warm smile, silky smooth blonde hair, and
an enticing body with a sexuality that couldn't quite be contained in
her conservative wardrobe. She was like the eyeglass wearing librarian.
You might not notice her at first, but with her hair down and the glasses
gone, she sent a heat through your heart that gathered itself in your
erection.
I loved Rebecca. I fell in love with her because of her warmth and wit.
She was fun loving, down-to-earth, and faithful. The message may have
made some men feel their wife was cheating, but my heart told me she
was unaware of this man's lust.
I stuffed the message and envelop into my pocket. I didn't see any need
for her to be told of it. Rebecca was an easily frightened sort, and
she might get nervous at the mysterious statement of the note-senders
intention.
I walked into the bedroom, and noticed my wife still sleeping. She liked
to sleep in on Saturdays, and our lovemaking from the previous night
had probably made her more tired than usual. I pulled the covers down
her body, admiring her breasts squished under her slightly heaving chest.
She had put her panties back on, but not her bra. I kissed her cheek
and whispered, "Time to get up, dear." She nudged me away.
I climbed into the bed and lay next to her.
If the note had done anything to me, it made me realize how special
this woman was. "I'm going to knock up your wife,” the note
had said. "Sorry, that's my job." I thought to myself and
began pinching her nipple. Rebecca moaned quietly.
"Let me sleep..." she whined.
"Ok, you can sleep." I mischievously replied.
I worked her panties off and spread her legs. Rebecca didn't say anything
more as I positioned her on her stomach. I removed my sweatpants and
mounted my wife. She cooed as I slowly pushed my cock into her cunt.
I savored the feel of her, of her tight little pussy gripping my cock,
as she lay half-dreaming. I thought about the jealous men that would
have killed to be on top of her like I was now. I knew the note-sender
had to have masturbated to the thought. I looked at Rebecca's pert ass
beneath me, and her slim waist. Her legs were long, golden and slim.
The pressed roundness of her breasts held their position firmly as her
shoulders moved up and down with the rhythm of my humps. Only I was
witness to her beauty. Only I knew the smoothness of her skin, the intoxicating
pressure the walls of her cunt exerted on my swollen cock. Only I knew
the soft bounciness of her breasts on my face and in my mouth. And only
I knew the ecstasy of her warm, full lips and her flicking tongue on
my cock.
The slow motion lasted about twenty minutes. I fucked with slow deliberation,
savoring the sensations I tried not to take for granted. As I came in
her, I realized I could let no harm come to her.
I'm going to knock up your wife.
A second note arrived on Monday. I had almost forgotten about Saturday's
note. Now I was a little pissed off. What if Rebecca had gotten this
before I had? Fortunately, we both worked and I was a little early and
able to get to the mail before she got home. I quickly walked into the
house and burned the message. I threw the ashes and looked at the clock.
5:45 PM. Rebecca would be home in about twenty minutes. I decided not
to tell her about this message, hoping it would be the last. I clicked
on the TV and watched the news. Thirty minutes had passed before I realized
it. No Rebecca. I didn't get too worried, figuring traffic must have
held her up. Another ten minutes went by. Then another ten...
My heart was racing with images of Rebecca bent over a car hood... hands
forcing her lyrical face into the hood.... a hand pressing against her
white silk panties... a sharp tug, half ripping the fabric and cutting
into her waist. I saw her frightened eyes, and the tears streaming down
her face. I grabbed the telephone and called her work. I tried to contain
my voice as I asked, "Is Rebecca still there?"
"No. She left on time."
I could see them off the road, just a few feet from view in a dark section
near an overpass. .... a more forceful tug, ripping her panties and
dropping them to the innocent earth... her skirt unable to defend itself
as the diabolical hands thrust it down to her ankles.
"Thank you." I stammered the words as I hung up. I was in
a panic. I cursed myself for not taking the threat of the note more
seriously. Was she getting fucked at that very moment? Was it a co-worker?
Was it a stranger? Worse yet, was it consensual? A hundred fears swept
over me as I hurriedly put my shoes back on. Rebecca was a virgin when
we married. Did she want the taste of another man? Was this a vile attack
by a psycho and would I soon be getting a call telling me my wife was
dead?
I threw on my coat and headed to the door. I was going to trace the
path from home to her work. I couldn't get the image of her body being
ravaged out of my mind. I even pictured her in the exact clothes she
was wearing today. My mind reeled at the images of her lacy silk bra
pushed over her breasts, not even unclasped, with dirty, smelly hands
rubbing her nipples. And a large, diseased cock hurting her as it pushed
into her cunt. The worst was the smile of the villain gleefully humping
her as she sobbed in terror.
I fumbled for my keys. A pair of headlights turned into the driveway.
It was Rebecca! She stepped out of the car smiling and intact.
"Where the Hell have you been?" I was shouting.
Rebecca froze with a stunned look on her face. She then scowled, and
hurried past me into the house.
"Do you know how worried I was about you? Do you know how late
you are?"
"Sorry. I...I...didn't think I was that late... you must be early...
I had a surprise for you when you get home. I just took my temperature.
I’m ovulating. Tonight would be the perfect time to make a baby.”
"You are?"
"I wanted to surprise you. I didn't know you paid such attention
to when I got home. I"
"Surprise me with what? A heart-attack?"
Rebecca started crying. She took a box out of a bag and handed it to
me. It was from Victoria's Secret. I lifted the cover, and saw a skimpy
white negligee in some tissue paper.
"I guess it was a wasted effort." Rebecca turned and headed
towards the bedroom.
"Oh God, Rebecca." I grabbed her and kissed her. I held her
tight as realized she was safe. Rebecca kept crying.
"I'm sorry for yelling, I was just so worried."
"I'm sorry. I would have called if I thought you would worry."
I kissed her face and forehead. I must have held her for ten minutes
before I let her go. I loved her so much. The images of her ripped blouse
expose breasts, and another man's dick in her cunt started to vanish
as I pictured her in the new negligee.
"Honey, why don't we try out your little surprise. And then I'll
take you to a wonderful dinner.
She smiled and took the box into the bathroom. My head swam in the fear
I had made.
I heard the light switch click and the door opened. Rebecca leaned in
the doorway, playing with her hair as my eyes moved down her body. I
don't know if it was the mirror light, still left on, casting a warm
glow across her slim frame or the relief from terror I now let my heart
feel. But she was the most beautiful I had ever seen her. The negligee
was more like a thin, transparent coat wrapped around her upper body
and not an inch below her waist. It hung open down the middle and her
breasts invitingly peeked around the fabric. The light shown through
the back of the silk like an angelic glow. Her hand moved to a necklace
and began plucking the strand, causing the silver ornament at the bottom
to bounce and glide over her nipple. She started to move towards me,
but I motioned for her to stop. I wanted to approach her exactly like
this, so I could burn the image into my mind and call upon at any moment
of needed inspiration.
I simply kissed her when I reached her. Our lips met with wet tenderness,
and our tongues played in and across our mouths.
"Honey?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"Let's make a baby."
We had decided not to have children for another two years. But at this
moment, I took nothing for granted.
I made love to her with an almost anguished desperation. I reveled in
her image in the soft light. I glided my hands over every inch of her
flesh, noting each tiny mole, each imperceptible curve. I memorized
the way the light bent and glimmered around her breasts and down her
thighs. We stood in the doorway for an eternity, never letting our bodies
separate. Her perfume spread through me like fire, the taste of her
lips was a sweet delicacy. The insertion of my penis was like a destiny
crafted in heaven. Each molded thrust was met with an exclamation of
our love. I clasped her hands as I came in her. And I knew as I watched
my glistening penis pull out of her glistening cunt that there was no
better form of perfection.
We went out to dinner as planned. She glowed across the table and wore
a smile of perfect happiness. I would kill any man who dared disturbed
that smile.
That night I set up my video camera in the window and trained it on
the mailbox. If that asshole came back, I was going to catch him and
beat him into a pulp. Rebecca was asleep and I did a quick check to
see if anything had been left since the morning. No messages. I clicked
on my little LCD TV to monitor the box. Rebecca's naked body lay across
me as I stayed up all night waiting for the note-sender. He didn't show.
I'm going to knock up your wife.
My tired eyes almost didn't believe the note I found in my work mailbox
the next morning. But for the first time, there was more writing.
What do you go for first when you fuck her? Do you cup her breasts tenderly
in your hand? Do you reach for her crotch and rub her clit? Do you bite
her nipples?
My burning gaze was almost enough to tear the paper to shreds. I was
furious! I went into the bathroom and torched the affront to my life.
I began staring at the eyes of the men I worked with. They all wanted
to fuck Rebecca, I was sure of it. But who was sending the notes? Who
was sitting alone at night, dick-in-hand, picturing my lovely nude wife
sucking his cock? Maybe it was the creepy nerd on the second floor,
harboring a lust he knew he could never satisfy. Maybe it was the cocky
stud two offices down who fucked three women a week and bragged of the
tales. I called Rebecca, I told her it was just to say Hi but I knew
it was to see if she was Ok. God, I prayed this was just a sick prank.
I'm going to knock up your wife.
Those damn notes! The next one showed up on my windshield. The descriptive
text grew longer...
Do you initiate the fucking or does she? I bet she does. I bet she loves
your dick. When I fuck her, I'm going to put my dick in her cunt first
thing. I'm going to pound her from on top and cum deep inside her fertile
pussy. She is fertile isn’t she? It’s that time of her cycle
isn’t it?
I didn't know what to do. Should I call the police? Was it just some
sicko getting off by pissing me off? I needed someone to talk to. I
needed someone to help me decide what to do. But as I looked around
the building, I knew I couldn't trust any of the men, not even the ones
I considered my friends. Any one of them could be driven to the point
of insanity by the lust she inspired. Perhaps being my friend drove
their minds to a dark place their conscious thoughts couldn't deal with.
I needed somebody else.
That night I arranged a dinner outing with Rebecca and her best friend
from work and her husband. I managed to casually ask if they had any
weirdoes at the company. If they had any flakes, basically. Neither
Sue, Rebecca's friend, or her husband mentioned anything too unusual.
I even managed to get in a half-joking question if there was anyone
I should watch out for. It was half-joking to them deadly serious to
me. They laughed and said no. The men there were well behaved. When
we got home, I ran the tape I had made from my mailbox-cam. Nothing.
No new notes, either. Not the next day, or the next. A week went by.
Everything seemed normal again. Rebecca was blissful, attentive, and
beautiful. We made love every night and very morning.
I'm going to knock up your wife.
This was the message I heard on my answering machine when I got home
the next Friday. The voice continued...
I'm going knock her up because she wants me too, and I want her. I see
her lust for me in her eyes. She tries to excite me by showing me her
cleavage and her panties. I like the red silk ones she has. The fabric
folds and shimmers so nicely around her ass. But I really like the black
leather thong with the heart on it. I wouldn't think a nice girl would
wear something so sexy. Have you corrupted her? Is she a little fuck
machine now? I think I'll fuck he hard r and find out.
I listened to the voice in stunned silence. Was my beautiful wife really
showing him her panties? Was she leaving an extra button or two undone
to display a few more precious inches of her bosom? How did he know
about the leather thong with the heart?
No. I couldn't believe Rebecca would lead him on or entice him. He must
have a camera or something in her work bathroom, or quite possibly,
pointed at our bedroom. Or maybe he was in the house! That thought caused
the greatest fear as I realized that if he had been here rummaging through
her panties then he knew how to get in.
He used the words knock up. The pictures returned... A dark figure cornering
her... Her eyes wide, her voice high-pitched with fear... a scramble
to get away that fails... strong hands ripping the clothes off her like
they were tissue paper... a mysterious man pumping into my nude wife,
laughing as shoots his wicked vile seed into her cunt...
The door began to open. I quickly yanked out the tape and tucked it
into my pocket. She couldn't hear this. She couldn't know.
Evidently she hadn't noticed my actions. She walked up to me and kissed
me. I tried to hide my panic. But I was too nervous.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing..."
She smiled and pressed against me. "It's Ok, what is it? Are you
afraid of being a father?"
Oh, if only that were it! My mind raced fast. "I have a surprise
for you."
Her eyes widened with her smile.
"We..." the thoughts formed quickly... "Are going on
a surprise weekend getaway!"
"That's wonderful!" She there her arms around me. She kissed
me over and over again. "Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise!" It was for me, too. All I knew am I had
to get her away from here. I had to get her to safety.
"Do I need to pack?"
"Bring two changes of clothes, a bathing suit, and I'll take care
of the rest."
"I won't need more clothes?" she said playfully.
"You may not leave the hotel room all weekend!" I wasn't kidding.
I remembered our wish to spend a weekend at a quaint set of cabins nestled
remotely away near a nice, big lake. Rebecca practically assaulted me
as we walked to the check-in office. She was so excited! I had managed
to call ahead and arrange a last-minute suite. Business wasn't overwhelming
this time of year. I was lucky.
Rebecca immediately embraced me when we got inside the room. I figured
we were going to fuck right there. She pulled away from her mesmerizing
kiss, and in her long, seductive stare casually mentioned, "I'm
so tired and dirty after this trip. I think I need a shower."
She led me into the bathroom. She held my hand as slid the curtain aside.
She continued to hold it as she turned on the water. With the hot, steaming
water splashing forth, she turned to me. She remained quiet as she unbuttoned
my shirt. Her soft, little hand spread over my chest and the splashing
drops were like ice water against my burning skin. She nibbled at my
chest as her hand went to my pants. My cock throbbed as her fingers
darted around its nakedness. Her mouth broke from my chest and quickly
found its way to the tip of my penis. Her lips closed around the head,
and my eyes closed in delight. Rebecca wasn't always up for giving head,
but she evidently felt I deserved a reward. I almost fell into the tub
as my head grew light with ecstasy. I watched her head bobbing up and
down in the bathroom mirror. Her delicate hair moved in waves as her
mouth and tongue seemed to move like lightning. The sucking sounds fought
their way to my ears, which trained on them through the sound of the
water. I felt aloft as the slurping caressed my hearing and her hand
caressed my shaft. She went for broke and plunged her mouth onto my
cock. She gagged slightly, but quickly recovered as my cock disappeared
into her throat. I came within moments, my body shuddering from the
pleasure and the slight chill. Rebecca drank my sperm and remained clamped
on my penis until the liquid ran out.
She stood up and brought her hands up her body with the motion. She
knew I wasn't finished. We almost always had two orgasms each, and she
knew it was her turn. Her hands moved with knowing massage over her
stomach and around her thighs. I stood back and fully removed my dangling
shirt. She was preparing me, giving me time to recover. The way she
looked, it wouldn't take long. Her hands flowed across her body, shaping
her breasts underneath her sweater. "Ooo." she breathed. The
sound drove me mad. It wasn't an "Oooh," or an "uhhhh."
It was the "Ooo", the high-pitched coo sound she made with
her eyes closed and her lips pursed. "Ooo." she squeezed her
left nipple. "Ooo" she squeezed her right. Her hands moved
underneath her skirt. "OOO!" she almost screamed. Her eyes
remained closed, her body swaying in rhythmic seduction. She pulled
her sweater over her head, and her breasts exploded into view. The satin
white bra almost seemed too small. Her breasts surged against it. The
clasp heaved with her breath and seemed about to give way. Still her
eyes were closed. A favorite decision arose. Do I stare at her bursting,
rounded breasts? A feast for any man's mouth? Or do I follow those hands
across equally tempting territory?
I couldn't change the answer that always remained the same. My eyes
stayed focus on the lacy twosome. My eyes transfixed on the gentle bobbing
and the shifting skin beneath. My periphery enjoyed her hands moving
eloquently to her vagina. "Ooo" she pressed her cunt beneath
her skirt with a finger. Her hand withdrew and two fingers lined up
together. "Ooo!" Then three fingers, sliding gently up and
down her opening. "OOO!" her pitch could have shattered glass.
Finally her hands slid off the skirt and cast it aside. Her eyes remained
closed as she rubbed her breasts. The bra arched with the movement,
separating from the flesh along the ridges as she swirled her hands.
She felt for her nipples through the satin, and pinched them softly.
"Ooo!" Her hands went for the clasp...
I grabbed her. I couldn't wait. I grabbed her and practically threw
her into the tub. She giggled as my hands guided her. The water poured
down on us, giving us a moment's shock.
"But I'm not undressed!" she laughed.
The water quickly moistened her bra and her nipples showed themselves
like flowers in a rainstorm. I humped against her soaked panties, her
cunt and hair almost totally visible through the filmy covering.
I kissed her, pressed against her. I was humping her instinctively.
A maddening lust had taken over. By bare penis was fought desperately
against the wet panties. I undid the clasp of her bra, and my hands
squeezed her breasts. Finally, I was able to regain some control and
pull away. I squeezed her thighs. "Ooo!" I tore at the panties,
the thin straps snapping under the force and moisture. I pinched her
clit, and she jumped into my arms. I slipped slightly on the wet tile,
but braced myself against the side of the tub. I leaned her against
the wall and pumped into her. I had no control. I pounded her cunt like
an animal. My hips moved blindingly and Rebecca's cries changed.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh God!" I kissed the water that drizzled down
her cheek. I held her in my arms, pounding her with pelvis only as I
didn't want to bang her head.
"Aahhgg! Ahgg" I was grunting as I moved in her. I pounded,
pounded, and thrusted. I buried my face in her breasts, tasting and
biting the wet flesh.
"Oh Fuck, oh Fuck!" Rebecca was orgasming. I pushed harder.
Rebecca was screaming her ecstasy. I wondered if anyone could hear,
but didn't care. The strain of holding her started to take its toll,
so we slid into the tub. My cock ached to get back inside her. I quickly
slid her around me, her arms reaching for support on the bathroom floor.
The water splashed off our bodies and onto the tile as I entered her
again, now from behind. Rebecca grabbed her skirt to give her some friction
on the slippery floor. I pounded with long, hard thrusts into my wife.
I saw only her pussy, her cunt, and my thrusting cock. Fuck her, Fuck
her, FUCK HER was the instinctual command on my brain. Her loose hanging
bra flapped with my thrusts. Her body lowered as her hands slipped across
the floor. I felt my desire fill my cock once again, and I started cumming.
My cock continued to hammer into her as sperm shot into her cunt.
We collapsed on the wet floor, kissing and laughing at the mess we had
made. Our eyes locked as we noticed our flushed faces. We were in love,
and that stare said it all.
The weekend as paradise. We made love in the bed, in the Jacuzzi, and
on the deck. Saturday was a beautiful warm day, and Rebecca decided
to do some reading outside.
I took the opportunity. I called Sue first. I told her everything. I
told her about the notes. "I'm going to knock up your wife."
She was terrified. She agreed not to tell anyone and to do some investigating
of the men at Rebecca's work. I hung up the phone and began to dial
the police. Before I pressed two digits Rebecca bounded into the apartment
in her bikini.
"Who ya callin'?"
I hung up the phone. "Just checking voicemail. Nothing major."
I still couldn't bring myself to tell her about the notes. I knew she
would be petrified, especially now at the threat of rape.
I managed to break away Sunday to try a pay phone. I called Sue.
"Oh my, god! I think I know who it is!"
My rage boiled. "Who?"
"I went into work after we talked, I knew a lot of people had to
be in. I heard someone..."
"WHO?"
"Steve. It was Steve Cowlings. He didn't know I was in the hall...
I heard him tell someone he was going to fuck Rebecca, if it was the
last thing he did. He's hit on her before, but she has always..."
I hung up the phone. I acted as casual as possible, and got Rebecca
to pack. Considering our light luggage, she was done in minutes.
We talked and joked in the car. I marveled at my performance. All I
could think of was ringing this guy's neck. I was able to convince her
to go to her mother's, who lived only three streets away. She quickly
believed that I had some work to do before the new week, and I wouldn't
be home anyway. I dropped her off, and then quickly headed home for
some - assistance.
My heart was pounding. I felt I was going to snap the steering wheel
in my hands. I clicked on the radio tom try to preserve some rational
thought. It annoyed me. I grabbed for a cassette, hoping to find an
anthem for my vengeance.
"I'm going to knock up your wife."
The message blasted over the speakers. I felt a cold chill swarm through
my heart.
"I'm going to rape her. I'm sorry, there's nothing you can do.
I'm going to FUCK her little cunt and she's going to like it. I'm going
to pin her down and bite off her blouse. She's going to beg me to suck
her nipples and finger her pussy. And she is going to suck my dick,
man!"
I reached for the eject button.
"I like that 'Ooo' thing she does."
My hand stopped.
"Do you like that? It make me so god damn hard I practically cum
in my face. Do you know she likes it when you cum in her bra? When she's
wearing it, of course. She sloshes her tits around, covering them in
goo. I wait for her nipples to get sticky, then I lick them clean."
I was crying. How? How did he know those things? How did he know she
'Oooed?" Rebecca had fucked him. A new image formed in my mind.
Rebecca... sitting at her desk... a man walks in, she begins to unbutton
her blouse... he's on her, kissing her, groping her breasts. She welcomes
him.... her skirt opens, his hands, those dirty hands, tickle her cunt.
'Ooo!' she flings open her shirt, and takes his cock into his mouth,
sucking and sucking until he moans... she wedges his cock between her
tits, and the cum shoots against her chest... it rolls down her cleavage,
and she slips her hands under her bra, rubbing the semen over her bouncing
tits.
NO! It wasn't true! I couldn't believe it! Rebecca never asked me to
cum in her bra. She never acted any way unfaithful. This fucker was
lying. He was a perverted liar who somehow managed to see me making
love to my wife. That's how he knows about the panties, that's how he
knows about the 'Ooos." He wants her. And he'll rape her to get
her. I changed direction....
I pulled into Rebecca's work. The number of cars gave me hope that the
prick was still there. I had met him before; I knew what he looked like.
I grabbed the crowbar from my trunk.
I marched into his office. He was alone.
"Think you're going to knock up my wife, huh?"
His face grew white, then red as I buried the crowbar in his skull.
He was till conscious.
"Hold it man, please."
"You think you can knock up my wife, RAPE her?" I hit him
again. "You're the one who’s fucked!" I hit him several
more times, across the back, and across his legs. I enjoyed beating
him. I enjoyed seeing the terror in his eyes that he hoped to put in
my wife's. I swung at his crotch, hoping to disable him from ever fucking
a woman again.
I was surprised no one came into the office. They had to have heard.
"You're so fucked, Steve. But not by my wife. I have that tape
you made. You're going to jail for a long time, if I don't kill you."
I wanted to kill him, but I hadn't decided if I was going to. Some thread
of civility reminded me the law might not feel my actions were justified.
I couldn't risk that. I couldn't risk being separated from my wife.
I stopped my beating, and watched the groaning man on the floor. The
door opened.
Sue walked into the room. A woman came in behind her, and two men, one
Sue's husband.
"I saw you pull in."
I looked at her. "Why didn't you stop me?"
One of the women was crying. "He raped me." was all she said.
The strange man walked up and shook my hand. "He had an affair
with my wife, then left her. I hate that bastard!"
Sue's husband stepped forward. "We're all with you. We'll all testify
of what he's done, and what he was going to do. We'll even say he attacked
you first."
I smiled. They were ready to call the cops, but I had to call Rebecca.
I had to hear her sweet voice. I dialed her mother's number.
"Hi Honey!" my heart melted at her words. I almost broke down
into tears, but managed to keep control.
I couldn't hold back. I protected her. She was safe now. I told her
I would meet her at home. I hung up the phone then sprinted out the
door. I had to be with her. I had to make love to her. Only a thirty-minute
drive until we would be in each other’s arms again.
I tried to keep from speeding, but I was so anxious! For the first 15
minutes, I almost couldn't remember how to drive. I wondered only a
little about the destiny that would befall Steve. The others were probably
calling the cops now. They were calling the cops!
The car phone rang. I picked it up, expecting Rebecca.
"I'm going to knock up your wife."
I slammed on the brakes.
What was this! How could this be!
"Oooh, I've never smelled a cunt like this before. I wonder how
it tastes?" He made an obvious slurping noise. "Oooh, that's
so good. You could sell it at a restaurant."
This wasn't real. How? How... two men.??? THERE WERE TWO DIFFERENT MEN!
The sense was realized at once. One wrote notes. The other used voice
messages.
"Come on titties... where are those big little titties."
I slammed on the gas.
"There they are, under that mean sweater. Oh, what a cute little
mole!"
It was real. He was looking at her breasts.
"Well, guess I'd better get on with this fuck. I thought she would
fuck me willingly, but she resisted! She was so scared when I grabbed
her. I had to drug her... Ahhh..."
Fucking sounds. I heard his skin slapping against hers. I heard his
grunts and the squeaking bed. He was in my wife.
The sounds were quiet and muffled. But I saw the images perfectly. Rebecca's
skirt on the floor, her blouse ripped opened and her breasts staying
almost motionless as her shoulders rocked beneath them. Her bra was
on, as was his gleeful smile. He smiled triumphantly with his thrusts,
pushing his diseased cock into her beautiful, innocent vagina. I could
see her thighs jiggling in opposition to her breasts, and her parted
lips beneath her closed eyes. At least she wasn't crying.
"Ohh ... Ohh... I'm going to cum!" I heard sounds of shifting.
"There are two spots I love on a woman... ahhhh!... one is the
little 'V' of her crotch, you know, where her legs end and her cunt
begins? Ooohhh yeahhh! The other is the point where her two breasts
converge underneath near one little bit of fabric. I like your wife's
bra; it has a little clasp that's raised above the breasts. That's very
sexy. Anyway, here I go. Ahhhh….. I am cumming deep inside your
wife's pussy now. I hope you don't mind.
One more block to go. This man, I was going to kill.
"There we are, she’s all full. In no time one of my little
swimmers will find their target. You will be a Daddy in nine months.
Tell you what, my good man; I'll let you lick her clean! Maybe if you
are thorough you can suck them all out before they reach their goal?
Gotta go!"
No! I pushed the car around the corner and skidded into the driveway.
I burst through the front door. I saw the living room chairs and table
knocked over. I headed for the bedroom.
Rebecca...
Even now she was still so beautiful. Her legs were opened, her beautiful
round, perfect breasts erect. Her panties were hanging from her right
leg. Any man would have salivated at the sight.
The rapist was gone. The window was open and he was long gone. I knelt
beside Rebecca. Her face so lovely. Her eyes closed showing no signs
of what happened to her. She was still unconscious from the drug he
used. I noticed a glistening between her thighs, no doubt from the rapist's
cum. I stroked her hair and dabbed away the thick pool of sperm leaking
from her pussy. I kissed her cheek and held her close listening to her
breathing.
I was still holding her close to me when the ambulance arrived. Rebecca
wasn’t able to provide any clues to the police since her rapist
wore a ski mask. There would be little chance of learning her attacker’s
identity from his DNA if the he was not already in the police database.
A few days later at the hospital Rebecca recovered.
My beautiful wife missed her period the following month. Nine months
later an 8 lb 4 oz baby Rebecca was born. The doctors did not question
when the paternity tests showed I was not the baby’s father.
