The Cop's Wife 
                                    Part 1
                             By Rusty Shackleford
                      (MMMF, Slut Wife, NC, IR, Revenge)

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Standard Disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction. No actual wives were
choke-fucked in the making of this work. Be eighteen or be gone.
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"I'll tell you Tommy boy, I've been waiting for this moment a long time.
Every time I had to get off in my hand, or some jailhouse punk's mouth, I thought
of your wife. I jus' can't wait till she gets home." 

"You leave her alone, you bastards!" Officer Tom Barkley screamed. He pulled
futilely at the handcuffs, his own, that secured him to the kitchen chair. The
effort almost causing him to tip over, as the three other men in his kitchen
laughed uproariously, as he frantically attempted to right himself. 

There were three of them. One was a white guy, an obvious biker type, with
long stringy black hair, and a scraggly Fu Manchu mustache. Tattoos covered
his bare arms and chest. He was enormously fat, his belly drooping over his
belt. The other was a stocky Hispanic with what looked like a permanent sneer
on his face. But Tom only recognized the biggest and meanest looking one,
Marcus Dupree, a man who Tom had arrested five years ago, on a charge of
dealing cocaine. Dupree was a huge black man, almost seven foot tall, with a
shaved head and a face badly scarred from jailhouse knife fights. He seemed to
exude a menacing power, as he stood up and approached Tom. Tom stopped
struggling, and looked up at the man towering over him. 

"Every day that you was testifyin' against me," Dupree said softly, "I saw your
sweet little wife in the audience. Was she proud of you, Tommy? Was she proud
of you for puttin' that bad-assed nigger away? She shore kissed you like she
was proud." he chuckled. "I's wonders if she'd be so proud, if she knew what
you done with my cocaine, after you put me in th' joint. You get a good price
for it, Tommy?" 

"I ... I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Lying sack o' shit," Dupree sneered. He almost casually backhanded Tom,
rocking the chair legs back. The two other men snickered. Dupree bent down and
looked Tom in the face. Tom tried not to flinch at the overpowering stench of
alcohol on the man's breath. "You think I don't hear stuff in the joint? I
heared you got a couple hundred grand for my product. No wonder you got a nice
house like this on a cop's salary." 

"I can get you the money." Tom said, almost pleadingly, "I can pay you back." 

"This ain't about money," Dupree said, "but you is gonna pay me back." He
gestured at the other two men. "After conferrin' with my associates, y'see, I
decided to change careers. Duke and Tito convinced me that there was more money
to be made in pussy, than in coke. So I decided to go in the entertainment
bidness."

"You're a pimp?" Tom said contemptuously.

"Not yet," Dupree said amicably, "but soon." 

Suddenly Tom caught his meaning. For a moment, he was too shocked to speak.
Then he said, "You're crazy. Amy would never..."

The three men laughed again, nastily. "Oh, I think when we gets done wit' dat
bitch, she's gonna be real happy to do anything we want her to do." Dupree
said.

At that point, the Hispanic guy spoke up for the first time. "Don' you worry,
cabron." he said. "We got some techniques to make a bitch get real industrious."

Dupree leaned down and leered into Tom's face. "Think about it, Tommy-boy.
Think about sweet little Amy layin' up in a ten-dollar ho-tel downtown, taking
niggers and spics in that tight little pussy, down her throat, and that ass is
what'll be the big seller, I think. That sweet brown hole is gonna be a big
money maker. But don't worry Tommy, maybe we can arrange for her to do you for
half-price."

The three men laughed again, and Tom redoubled his efforts to get free. At
that moment, there was the rattle of a key in the front lock. "Amy!" Tom
bellowed, "GET..." but he was silenced by Marcus' big hand clamped over his
mouth. Duke and Tito silently vanished from the kitchen, heading for the front
door, as Marcus leaned down and whispered in Tom's ear. "Showtime!" he said. 

"Tom?" he heard Amy's voice. "Tom, what's AIEEEEE!" he heard her scream, but
it was abruptly cut off. Then there was a crash, that sounded like the coat
rack in the front entrance being knocked over. There were brief sounds of a
struggle, and then Tom clearly heard Tito's voice. "No noise puta, or you're
dead."

"Man," Tom could hear Duke saying, "Marcus wasn't lyin'. Look at the tits on
this bitch." there was a chuckle, and then Amy cried out in pain again. Tom
leaped against his cuffs, but only succeeded in cutting his wrists on the
cruel metal. He heard a sound like cloth ripping, followed by a low moan of
despair from his wife. 

"What are you bastards doing to her?!" Tom yelled. 

Marcus chuckled. "Cut 'em some slack Tommy-boy. They been in the joint for a
long time."

"Tom!" Amy called out. "Tom? Are you there? Help me, they're ... they're
AAAAH!"

"Oh, does that hurt puta?" Tom heard Tito's sneering voice say, "Your nipples
are sensitive, eh? How about this?" and Amy squealed in pain again.

"Hey boys," Marcus called out, "let the rest of us enjoy the show!" 

In a moment, the two men returned. Duke was holding Amy's arms pinned behind
her back, as he pushed her in front of him. Her long curly brown hair was
disheveled from her struggles, and her big green eyes were wide from pain and
fear. Her expensive silk blouse had been torn open, and her bra ripped off, to
expose her 38-DD tits. The position in which Duke held her arms, caused her
breasts to thrust out even more prominently, and as Tom watched, Tito reached
down and gave one of the firm, full mounds a vicious squeeze, that left Amy
whimpering.

Then the Hispanic man grinned evilly at Tom, turned back to Amy, and bent down
to take one of her large nipples between his lips. Amy squirmed to get away,
but Duke only laughed at her attempts to escape, as he held her fast. Tom tried
to turn his head away, but Marcus grabbed his chin, and yanked his face back
towards the horrifying scene being played out in front of them at the kitchen
sink.

"Keep yo' eyes open Tommy," Marcus whispered, "or I'll cut your eyelids off."
He chuckled, and then added, "Don't want ya to miss notin'"

Tom gave a sob of anguish, and opened his eyes. Tito was still sucking on Amy's
nipples, slurping on them like a baby at its mother's teats. Duke was
whispering something in Amy's ear, that caused her to whimper in terror. When
the biker saw that Tom was watching, he extended his wet tongue, and gave a
long, sensuous lick to her cheek. Tom looked at Amy.

There were tears in her eyes, and her voice was a little girl's plea, as she
begged. "Tom? Help me! Please Tom. Don't let them hurt meeeeee!"

Tito released his lip-lock on her nipple, stood up, and punched her in the
stomach, as hard as he could. Only Duke's vice-like hold on her arms kept her
from being doubled over by the force of the blow. She gasped for breath, the
wind having been completely knocked out of her. 

"See bitch," Marcus said, "he cain't do shit for you. We gonna do anything
we want with you, and all he's gonna do is watch." He jerked his head towards
the living room. "Get her in there."

As Duke and Tito dragged the still-struggling woman past him, towards the
doorway to the kitchen, Marcus turned to Tom. "We're gonna just let you listen
for a while Tommy-boy. Enjoy the show." 

"Tom?" Amy's pleaded, her voice rising in pitch, as they dragged her off.
"What are they doing? Help me! Tom? TOOOOOOOOMMMMM!" Her scream was nearly
drowned out by the men's laughter, as they hauled her into the living room.

At first, Tom felt a shameful relief at not having to watch what the men were
doing to his wife, but after a few minutes of hearing the sounds coming from
the other room, he realized the true sadism of Marcus' plan. The images put
into his head by the sounds, were if anything, worse than seeing it live and
in person. There was the sound of a slap, followed by Amy's cry of pain. A
grunted "Get her on her knees." followed by another cry from Amy, which was
followed by yet another plea for Tom to help her. Then the sound of a zipper
being pulled down.

Amy moaned, "Oh God! Oh no! PLEASE....." then her pleas were muffled, as if
something had been shoved into her mouth.

But the comments from the other men left no doubt as to what that something
was.

"Yeah man, fuck that mouth! Ram it down the bitch's throat!"

"You like sucking cock whore?"

Then frantic gagging sounds from Amy.

"C'mon, bitch, suck that dick."

"My turn man, let me have a crack at that mouth."

A gasp, as Amy caught her breath, followed by a sob, and then a plea, "Tom!"
Then another groan, as another man (Duke?) shoved his dick into Amy's
unwilling mouth.

"Hah! I'll bet your old man ain't got nutin' like that to stick in you, huh
whore?" A sound from Amy. "What's that slut?" Marcus taunted, "Tommy Boy ain't
got nutin' like that for his little Amy-slut? Let her answer, Duke." There was
an audible pop, as Duke pulled his huge prick out of her mouth. "No," Amy
whispered. "Tom's not as big as you." The men whooped in delight.

Tom felt like screaming. She had always said that size didn't matter that much,
and that she was satisfied with his four inches. Now she was telling these
thugs about his endowment, something that had always been a secret shame of
his. He silently cursed Amy, as Duke said, "Well get back to work on it then
bitch!"

Tom thought he heard a change in Amy's grunts and groans around their cocks,
as if she was starting to respond. 'No,' he thought, 'I have to be imagining
it.' But when he heard Marcus' silky whisper, "Thass right baby, now you
gettin' into it." he did scream. He tried to shove the chair towards the open
doorway, between the kitchen and the living room. He managed to "walk" the
chair legs a few feet, but then he fell over, landing on his side with a crash
that knocked the breath out of him. By craning his neck slightly, he could now
see what was going on.

Amy was on her knees, stripped to the waist. The shreds of her blouse were
twisted into a kind of rope, that bound her dainty wrists behind her. Marcus
had one of his big hands wrapped in her thick mane of hair, and he was pulling
her mouth back and forth, up and down the length of his huge prick. Amy's eyes
were open, though she seemed dazed. The other two men were standing on either
side of the bound, kneeling woman, their cocks pulled out of their jeans.
Their huge erect cocks occasionally rubbed against Amy's cheeks, as they
waited for their turns at her mouth. They were both mauling Amy's big tits
savagely, occasionally pausing to administer a harsh twist to one of her big
brown nipples. Each time they did this, Amy let out a sound that might have
been a moan of pain, or one of pleasure.

As Tom watched, Dupree pulled out of her mouth. She whimpered. Dupree used
his grip on her hair to turn her towards Tito, the Hispanic guy. She obediently
opened her mouth, and took him in. Duke, the biker, got down on his knees
behind her, gripping her large breasts in both hands, pulling and tugging
harshly on her nipples. Then he snaked one hand down across her flat belly to
cup her brown-furred pubic mound. He began massaging her velvety pussy lips,
all the while whispering in her ear, that caused her to sob around the cock in
her mouth.

"Hey boys," Duke crowed, as he pulled his lips away from her ear, "this bitch
is dripping wet!"

Tito threw his head back in an exaggerated gesture of pleasure and sighed
theatrically, "Ahhhhhhh...." he said. "Keep doin' that Bro, she likes it. I
can tell by the way she's sucking on me."

Tom sobbed, as he saw what Tito meant. Amy was no longer passively just
accepting the cock in her mouth, her lips had tightened around his hardness,
and she was slowly moving her head up and down on his shaft.

"That's right puta, " he taunted, "suck it nice an' slow. Take your time baby,
we got all night." She moaned softly. Tito turned and looked at Tom, lying
helplessly on the floor. "I guess she likes having some real cocks to suck on
for a change, eh Tommy-boy?" The men clapped and jeered, as tears ran down
Tom's face.

Finally, Dupree silenced them with a wave. "Get the cunt into the bedroom!" he
ordered. "Tommy and me will be there in a minute."

The grinning men yanked her to her feet, and marched her towards the bedroom,
her head down. Dupree pulled out a gun, and put it to Tom's head. "Now," he
said, "we's gonna go in and watch us a show. I'll bet she's never had it three
ways at once, so this is gonna be a real treat for her." He used his free hand
to unlock Tom's handcuffs. Tom lay there on the floor for a moment, staring up
at Dupree with pure hatred. Then he heard Amy's scream from the bedroom. "Oh
NOOO!" she squealed. "Oh GOD NO! IT'S TOO ... AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" 

"Damn," Dupree grinned, "looks like they started without us." 

"UNNH! UNNH! UNHNH!" Amy cried, over the sound of the squeaking bedsprings. Tom
was insane with rage. He turned to rush at Dupree, but stopped when he saw the
look in the man's eyes. 

"Go ahead Tommy." Dupree whispered. "Try it and I'll gut-shoot you, and leave
you to bleed to death on the floor. Then I'll go in and fuck your wife anyway."
Tom stopped, cursing himself for being such a coward. Dupree gestured with the
gun. "C'mon," he said. "We's missin' the show." In a daze, Tom turned and
walked to the bedroom, where the other two men were raping his wife. 

What he saw however, could no longer be called rape. Oh sure, Tito was kneeling
on the bed, holding Amy's hands pinned over her head. She was lying crosswise
across the mattress. Duke was between her legs, his pants pulled down around
his knees. He was fucking her cunt with harsh, brutal strokes. His hands were
mauling and squeezing her big tits. But she was loving it, Tom realized numbly.
'Oh god, she's loving it. There was no denying it.' Amy's slim legs were
wrapped tightly around Duke's broad back, and her lush hips were pumping,
rising up to meet his every thrust. What was unmistakable however, was the
glazed look of pure lust in her green eyes, and the soft moans of pleasure
that spilled from her slack lips. Tom had never seen his sweet, demure wife
look so wanton, so sexually alive, and he felt his cock rising to its full
four inch length.

Dupree laughed, as he saw the tiny bulge in Tom's pants. "I think Tommy-boy's
enjoyin' the show." he laughed. He took the cuffs out of his pocket and ordered,
"Kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed." gesturing with the gun. Tom
complied, never taking his eyes off of the spectacle of his wife being fucked
by the enormous biker. Dupree cuffed one wrist to the brass bed rail at the
foot of the bed.

"I'll leave one hand free, so that you can jack off while watching us do her."
he smirked.

Tom gritted his teeth in shame, but he couldn't stop his free hand from going
to his crotch, massaging his cock through his pants, as he watched the surreal
scene playing out in front of him. Amy was squirming in sexual bliss, her head
whipping from side to side in a frenzy of lust. Tom could hear the wet sounds
of her aroused pussy, as Duke fucked his huge cock in and out of her cunt. He
unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

"Shit man!" Dupree jeered, "Is that all you got? No wonder this little cunt is
so hot. She be hungry for some real cock!"

Tears spilled down Tom's cheeks, but he began rapidly jacking his cock, never
taking his eyes off the obscene spectacle before him.

"He likes watching his wife get fucked I think." Tito said, "And you like
getting a nice big dick too in that tight cunt of yours, especially while your
pencil dicked husband watches, don't you puta?" Tito added.

"Yes." Amy whimpered, "Oh God, your thing is so big." 

Duke raised a hand from her breasts, and slapped her across the face. "My
what, whore?" he grated harshly. 

"Your..your p-penis.." 

He slapped her again. "Say it cunt." he demanded. "Say it right, like the
whore that you are."

"Please." she begged, "Please don't make me say it." 

Grinning sadistically, Duke pulled his cock almost completely out of her,
leaving only the head stretching her cunt lips wide apart. His thick cock
glistened with her flowing cunt juices. 

She looked up at him, her eyes wild with frustration. "Please." she begged
again, "Please don't stop." 

"Beg for it!" Duke ordered, "Beg for me to fuck you with my big cock." 

Tears spilled down her face, and she shook her head frantically. "I can't,"
she sobbed. "I can't say that..." 

"Then I guess that you don't want this." he taunted, giving her a few short
thrusts, that slipped only an inch or so into her sopping wet cunt.  

"I do want it, oh god I really do. Please, oh god, I can't stand it, I need it
so badly." she begged, looking up at him.

"All right," she sobbed, tears of shame spilling down her cheeks. "If you want
me to beg, I'll beg. Please. Please f-f-fuck me with your big c-cock. Your big
hard cock. In my cunt. Fuck me with your big hard cock in my cunt. Make me cum
with your big hard cock in my cunt." the words spilled out of her in a torrent,
as if they had been pent up for years, waiting only for this moment to release
them.

She screamed in pleasure, as Duke shoved himself back into her hard, and began
pounding her pussy again. She was so wet and tight, that the slurping sounds
of his cock, going in and out of her pussy, filled the room. She continued to
urge him on with the filthy words she had never used in bed with her own
husband.

"Yes. Oh god fuck me. Fuck your whore! Make my pussy cum with your big hard
cock! Oh, yes, fuck, me, hard! Hard like that! I need to be fucked so badly,
make, make, me, I'm going to, oh god, I'm, I'm, gonna, c-c-c-I'm CUMING!
CUMING! GOD! YES! YES! CUMING SO GOOD ON YOUR BIG HARD COCK!"

Tom groaned, and came as well, spurting a load of semen into his rapidly
pumping hand. Duke gave Amy no quarter. He pounded her mercilessly, as if he
meant to drive her through the bed and into the floor.

"Oh GOD!" Amy cried out, "I'm going to cum AGAIIIIIIIIN!"

She climaxed again, writhing and groaning, as Duke's big cock took her to
places that she had never even dreamed of before. With a deep grunt, Duke
began climaxing as well. His fat buttocks jounced and quivered obscenely, as
he slammed down into Tom's orgasming wife. When he was done, she lay still,
moaning softly, as his remaining thrusts shook her limp body.

"Move over brother!" Dupree rumbled, "Lemme get some of that." 

"She's a fine piece of ass, and tight like a virgin too. I guess having only
fucked that pencil dicked husband of hers, left her virtually a virgin." Duke
said with a smirk.

Dupree dropped his pants and knelt between Amy's spread thighs. She screamed
softly when he thrust himself inside her, and her hips began moving again.
"Oh God!" she groaned. "It's so good." 

"Come on slut," Dupree said, "work it. Move that ass. I know you want Daddy
Marcus to make you cum again."

"Oh yeah," she grunted, moving her hips more strongly, "make me cum again."

"You ever cum like that with your husband?" Dupree grunted. 

She shook her head. "I never... Oh god that's good. Hard like that...I never
came with my husband... Fuck me Daddy. Please, make me cum like he never has."

"Shut up!" Tom said, in an agonized voice, but his pleas were drowned out by
their hoots of derisive laughter. 

"I know it hurts to hear that, maricon." Tito grinned at him, "Let me put
something in her mouth, so that she won't say those things no more."

He released her arms and dropped his own pants. As his cock sprang free, he
and Dupree shoved Amy across the bed so that her head was hanging backwards,
off of the edge, her long curly brown hair reaching the floor. She opened her
mouth eagerly, and began sucking, as Tito slid his big cock into her mouth.
Tom's prick quickly sprang into another erection, as he watched the two men
fucking her from either end. She writhed and squirmed between them, cupping
her own big tits in her hands, and massaging them roughly. She groaned and
sucked eagerly on the cock in her mouth.

Within moments, she was obviously climaxing again, her moans turning to
muffled screams, as her hips worked frantically. Her orgasmic cries around his
cock, plus the feel of her lips working eagerly around the shaft of his cock,
caused as his long delayed orgasm to erupt inside of her oral cavity, as he
grunted with pleasure, while he pumped his cum into her mouth. She tried to
swallow, but gagged, as his spunk overflowed her mouth. It ran down her
upturned face in sticky white trails, as Tito pulled his softening cock from
her lips.

She raised her head and looked wild-eyed at the big man fucking her. "God
Daddy," she whimpered, "you're even bigger than the other one... Fuck me
Daddy!" she begged, "Fuck your slut hard... and make your slut cum!" 

"Whose slut?" he grunted. 

"Your slut Daddy, all yours." she promised. "Your slut, your whore, your fuck
toy... Anything Daddy, anything you want me to be, anything! Just make me cum
again... yes ... like that ... hard, I love it hard, like a slut, fuck me,
fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEE!" she threw her head back and screamed as yet another
orgasm rocked her body. She rebounded from this one more quickly, and began
fucking him back vigorously. "Oh, God, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice hoarse
from screaming, "you make it ... last ... long... Oh god, I don't know how
much more of this I can take."

"As long as I want it bitch." he snarled. 

"Yes Daddy." she said submissively. "Anytime, as long as you want it."

Suddenly, she cried out in frustration as he pulled out of her. "Turn over."
he ordered. "Up on your knees. I'm going to fuck that ass. I'll bet Tommy-Boy
ain't never done that." 

"No." she moaned, as she complied, raising her ass high in the air. "He's
never done that. So please Daddy, let me get something to lube myself with.
You're so big, that I'm afraid you'll split me in half."

"Okay baby." Dupree said, in a parody of tenderness. "You been so good, that
I'll let you lube up. Duke," he said, turning to the big biker. "take Tommy
into the bathroom. Let him get something to lube his wife's ass with."

Duke grinned, as he took the handcuff key and unlocked the cuffs. He yanked
Tom to his feet, and half-dragged him into the bathroom. "Be quick," he said,
"Marcus ain't gonna wait long." Tom heard his wife groan with pleasure. He
looked in the bathroom mirror where the bedroom behind him was reflected. 
Dupree had penetrated Amy from behind, and was fucking her doggy-style. She
was pushing her hips back against him, moaning as he fucked her. Tom turned
back to the medicine chest. He quickly located a jar of Vaseline. "Here." he
said in a broken whisper, as he tried to hand it to Duke. 

"Uh-uh," Duke said. "Marcus said for you to bring it." 

Every time Tom thought there was no way that they could humiliate him any
further, they found a way. He shuffled back into the bedroom like a sleep
walker, over to the bed where his wife was climaxing noisily again on another
man's cock.

"Whatcha waitin' for Tommy?" Dupree demanded, "Grease her up!"

"Yeah Tom." he heard Amy's voice saying.

He turned his head. She was looking up at him. Her sweat-soaked hair fell
across her face, and she lazily brushed it back. "You have to lube me up baby."
she said, "This is a real man, with a real cock. And he's going to tear my ass
open, if I'm not lubricated. You don't want me to get hurt, now do you?" 

'Yes.' he thought, but said, "No." 

Her sluttish smile was cruel. "So be a good 'LITTLE' boy and lube me up, will
you?" 

Tom took the cap off the Vaseline, and coated his fingers with it. Dupree
slackened his pace, moving his cock in and out of Amy slower, while Tom
brought his fingers to his wife's ass hole. He felt the tight rosebud contract
with each thrust of the big man's cock. Gritting his teeth, Tom thrust a
finger inside, too angry to be gentle.

"Unhh." Amy grunted, "Oh yeah baby, that's nice." Tom thrust another rough
finger in, and then sawed them in and out harshly. "Yeeaunh, unh, unh," Amy
groaned with each thrust. She squirmed her buttocks back against his plunging
fingers. Tom had always been gentle, afraid of hurting his sweet wife, but it
appeared that rough treatment was what she had needed, and wanted, all along,
but he was finding this out too late. 

"That's good Tommy," Dupree said finally. "now step back." 

"Thank you honey." Amy whispered. "Thank you, for lubing me up so that a real
man can fuck me in the ass."

Duke cuffed Tom back to the foot of the bed. Amy gasped, as Dupree placed his
cock to the entrance of her ass. He pushed forward, spreading her lubricated
ass hole with the blunt head of his prick.

"AaaaaaaAAAAAGH!" she cried out, as he buried more of himself inside of her.
"Slow Daddy, please go sloOOOOOO. AAAAHH!" she screamed, as he penetrated her
even more. Tom looked on wide-eyed, his hand once again moving on his cock.
Dupree had only half of his enormous cock buried in Amy's greased ass hole,
and she was sobbing in agony. There was no way that she could... He thrust
forward again brutally, as her ass absorbed his cock to the hilt, as if
swallowing it.

"AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Amy screamed. She dropped her head to the bed. "Please
Daddy." she panted, "Please, I can't take it, it's to bi... AAAAAGGH!" as he
began fucking in and out of her ass, with slow but hard strokes. He grabbed
her hips and pulled her back against him, causing her to cry out again and
again. After a few hard strokes however, she began to quiet down. Her cries of
anguish turned into soft whimpers, then to gasps and finally moans of slowly
building arousal.

"Mmmmmmmhh....MMmmmh...oh....God..." she grunted, her buttocks moving in slow
circles, as Dupree picked up the pace.

"Like it cunt?" Dupree said. 

"Yes..." she sobbed. "I like it. I like it! Fuck my ass harder Daddy, please."

"Told you." Dupree said to his associates, "This ass is gonna be my biggest
money maker."

"Yeah man," Duke agreed. "I got a party scheduled next week with the Lobos,"
he added, naming a local motorcycle club. "and I think that her tight little
ass is gonna be the main attraction."

"We'll see how tight it is, after a night with the Lobos." Tito laughed.

Dupree grabbed Amy's hair and pulled her head up. "You hear that baby?" he
said. "Daddy Marcus is gonna turn your ass out for gang bangs. Maybe we make
that your specialty, until you work off the money that your hubby stole from
me."

"Yes." Amy said, totally broken, "Anything. I'll fuck them all. Take them in
my ass, squeeze their cum out with my ass hole." her obscene recitation was
cut off by Duke, who shoved his cock back into her mouth. In moments she was
screaming around his dick, as she came again. 

They continued to fuck her for almost three hours straight, taking turns,
while swapping back and forth between her mouth, cunt and ass. She writhed and
groaned and climaxed repeatedly, as they penetrated her again and again.
Finally, they were all satiated, and she collapsed across the bed. The three
men got up and pulled their pants on, laughing as they went into the kitchen.

Tom couldn't take his eyes off of Amy. The sweet innocent young girl that he
had married was gone. Her hair and face were covered with drops of cum. More
rivulets of male jism leaked from her cunt and ass hole. She turned her head
to look at her husband, kneeling by the foot of the bed, in a pool of his own
cum. He had jacked his cock to at least four orgasms, as he watched his wife
repeatedly violated and sodomized.

"Bitch!" Dupree called out from the kitchen, "Get in here and fix us somethin'
to eat."

Without a word, and without looking at her husband, Amy got up and put on a
robe. She paused at the door to look at him before leaving the room. She left
without saying a thing. Tom, exhausted and miserable, leaned his head against
the bedstead and fell asleep.

He awoke some time later. The room was dark. He could hear the men laughing
and joking in the next room. It sounded like they were playing cards. Tom
sensed someone else near him, and turned his head. Amy was kneeling a few
feet away, just out of his reach. She was naked. 

"I can't believe you." he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't
believe what you did for them."

She looked at him with contempt. "And what did you do to stop them, Tom?" she
said bitterly. "What did you do to protect me? And I found out, it was your
stealing from Dupree that's the cause of all of this. He would have left us
alone. But now...now..." tears spilled down her face, "Now I'm his whore. He's
going to sell my pussy, and my...my ass, until he's satisfied that he's got
all of his money back."

"Didn't look to me like it took much force." Tom sneered, "It looked like you
liked it." 

"No," she hissed at him. "I didn't like it, I loved it. I came like I've never
cum before. And If you'd been half a man, I wouldn't have needed it so bad."

She stood up, her large breasts jiggling from the motion. "You know what I'm
going to do now, Tom?" she said, "I'm going to go back in there. I'm going to
get on my knees for them. I'm going to suck each of their cocks, nice and slow,
deep into my mouth, until they hit the back of my throat. And then I'm going
to ask them, no, I'm going to beg them to fuck me. In here. In front of you.
One at a time, two at a time, all three of them at the same time, whatever
they want, I'll do it." she smiled cruelly, then continued, "And you can jack
off that tiny little wee-wee of yours, while you watch me fuck and suck real
cocks. Assuming that you can get it up again. And when they're satisfied again,
I'm going to leave with them. But I'll be back Tom." she said. "When they're
done with me tonight, I'll be back. And I'll tell you all about every cock
I've sucked and fucked, for money. His money that you stole." There were fresh
tears on her face. "Was it worth it Tommy?" she added with a trace of
bitterness. "Was it worth the money?"

Tom just shook his head, tears running down his face, as she went back out to
the kitchen.

to be continued....

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From: Rusty Shackleford <rustyshac@aol.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Cop's Wife - Part 1(MMMF, IR, NC, Slut Wife, Revenge) 
Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2001 19:10:02 -0400
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2001/32892>

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