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Authors name: Hardy (femur24@aol. com)
Story title : Wife's Unwanted Attention
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Wife's Unwanted Attention (M+/F, wife, nc, voy, preg)
by Hardy (femur24@aol. com)
***
Married couple angers a group of bikers. The couple is
followed. Revenge takes place. The husband is tied up and
made to watch his wife who is fearful and unable to
resist. She is forcibly made to submit. With unwanted
results.
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My wife Karen and I recently celebrated our 5th wedding
anniversary. We both had jobs and worked hard, but we
felt that it was time for us to have a child. Karen
stopped the BC pills which she was happy to do as she
didn't tolerate the side effects very well. She did enjoy
her job, but at age 30 it was time for a family. We timed
our sex for when we thought she was ovulating, but the
last 3 months we were unsuccessful. Then with testing our
doctor pretty well pinpointed it to 13th or 14th day of
her cycle.
Karen was an executive assistant to the general manager,
and he hated to lose her, but he understood that we
wanted a family. It was easy to understand why he hated
to lose her, as besides being very good at her job she
was quite attractive, which was an asset when dealing
with clients.
She was tall with a very lovely figure, firm breasts and
a waist that tapered into lovely rounded hips and ass,
but a special asset was her long beautiful legs. Her
penchant for short skirts enhanced these very attractive
features, which she didn't mind displaying. Clearly men
found her attractive, and sometimes she was careless with
her skirts, her legs parting some, displaying herself so
that there was a view of her legs above her stocking tops
for some admiring male, and sometimes a view of her sheer
lacy panties.
She called this harmless flirting, and enjoyed being
something of a tease. As she would shift in her seat her
legs might part, as if by accident. She said that she
enjoyed being admired and I knew she never strayed in her
marriage. However, I had several times asked her not to
do this; I didn't want to be married to and
exhibitionist. She said, "I'm beautiful, so why can't I
show off a little bit? You know I've never strayed, even
though some men have tried to come onto me."
Today being Saturday and we were both off work, so I
wanted Karen to go biking with me. However, she declined
as she had some shopping to do. Anyway I decided to go by
myself, and did quite a bit of biking that day.
That night at bedtime she reminded me that we were just
starting into her fertile time, and looked at me
expectantly. I was tired and already half asleep and I
said, "Let's do it tomorrow."
She was angry and said, "Maybe you didn't need to do all
that riding today. You need to think about what's
important, sometimes."
I apologized once more and soon we were both asleep.
The next day was Sunday and we had planned a picnic after
church. We were up early and she put together sandwiches,
snacks, fruit and a bottle of wine. Then we began to get
dressed for church.
Karen got partially dressed, beginning with her sheer
stockings attached to a garter belt, then sheer lacy
white panties and bra. She didn't usually wear gartered
stockings and lacy underwear unless she was feeling sexy.
Normally it was just cotton jockeys for her. Then she
embraced me, and obviously wanted to make love.
I said, "Honey, we just don't have time before church;
lets do it after our picnic."
She said, "How about let's forget church, this is more
important!"
I said, "You know we never miss church so let's just save
it for later."
She wasn't happy about is and she glared at me, "Oh,
alright." But she was clearly angry. She finished
dressing, putting on a half slip, and then a blouse and
her usual short skirt, and then we left for church.
After church we headed out to our picnic area which was a
lovely spot near a waterfall. This was a private place
which we had enjoyed many times, having the permission of
the owner to use this area when we wanted. We always had
it to ourselves, and enjoyed the quiet serenity of this
special place.
We needed gas and we stopped at a station near the city.
As I got out I noticed a group of motorcyclists lounging
around in front of the station. There were both men and
women, all dressed in motorcycle clothes. After starting
the pump I went to the washroom.
On my way back to the car I saw my wife opening the
passenger door and starting to get out. As she moved her
legs out of the car her knees separated, affording the
onlookers a good view of her thighs and panties. As she
held this pose for a brief moment the audience erupted in
whistles and cheers. Karen blushed as she moved from the
car, heading to the washroom. After filling the tank I
got into the car to wait for my wife.
Catcalls and whistles erupted as she was returning to the
car; also comments of a sexual nature, including requests
to be services by her. She ignored them and entered the
car -- she defiantly let her legs fall open again, giving
them a good view of her thighs and panties, generating
further suggestions from the audience.
I was angry, and as we pulled away I gave them the
finger. I was also angry with Karen and I said, "You
didn't have to put on a show for them."
"Well, they certainly were more interested in me than you
seem to be lately," she replied.
I said, "They're just animals and rowdy- the police ought
to take care of them." I was fuming.
We came to our picnic area, and we had to open a gate to
get on the access road. We closed the gate and soon
arrived at our favorite spot. We were on a grassy area
with the waterfall in front of us and a wooded area
behind. It was a delightful spot and we spread our
blanket and opened the lunch basket and uncorked the
wine. After a glass of wine we then started on
our lunch.
Just then we heard the sound of motorcycles, and I said,
"My god, I hope they are not coming here." But they were
coming to our spot, and they soon found us, much to our
dismay. There were four bikes with a man and a women on
each bike. They shut off their cycles, and then just
stood looking at us and smiling.
Then one of the men, apparently the leader said, "We'd
like to join your picnic; you wouldn't consider inviting
us would you?"
We were both really afraid, they didn't look very
friendly. I saw no way out of this except to be friendly,
so I said, "We don't have much, but you're welcome to
join us."
The leader said, "That's very kind of you and we'll
accept your invitation." They all crowded around, and
soon our lunch and wine disappeared. The group cast
frequent glances at my wife who kept tugging her skirt
down to cover as much of her legs as she could.
Then the leader, whose name seemed to be Karl, said,
"We'd like to return some of this hospitality," and
directed two of the men to get the booze, which they
promptly produced from their saddlebags. They had paper
cups and poured southern comfort into the cups and passed
them around. When we said no thanks Karl insisted,
looking mean. We were frightened and finally accepted.
Then Karl said, "Bottoms up," and repeated the command
when we hesitated.
We finally did, Karen choking some, the others emptying
their glasses, Karl soon refilling the cups. They seemed
to have an unlimited supply. We tried to refuse, but
again Karl insisted, so we downed our drinks along with
the others. The group seemed intent on having a party and
would not take no for an answer when they offered us more
drinks.
Finally I said, "We can't drink any more."
Then it got ugly and one said, "We saw you giving us the
finger, and we're trying to overlook that but now you're
not being very sociable, not wanting to drink with us."
I looked at him and said, "No, we just can't drink any
more."
Then Karl said, "You fucking better take another drink if
you don't want to offend us. You hear?"
I apologized and said I was sorry.
Then he said, "Ok, if you're sorry you better have
another drink with us."
I was feeling the effects of the drinks, and I know was
Karen was also, but we were both too intimidated not to
take another swig or two.
We downed our drinks and then one of the women said to
Karen, "You know bitch, we didn't like you flashing our
men like that back there."
Karen, looking frightened, apologized to them, but that
didn't help. Another one said, "It looked to me like you
wanted our men to service you."
Then Karl chimed in, "Hell yeah, we got your message."
Karen shivered in fear, "What do you mean?"
Then Karl said again, "We got your message, and we think
that your husband isn't taking proper care of you. We can
help you out."
Karen's face went white, and now I was really afraid.
Then one of the women said, "Why don't you show our men
what you got, since you're so good at flashing them."
Karen again apologized with tears coming to her eyes, but
another of the women said, "Sorry doesn't cut it, you
wanted to turn them on, so now's your big chance."
The men were enjoying Karen's fear.
I said, "Please leave us alone, we don't want any
trouble."
Karl just laughed and said, "This from the man that was
giving us the finger. You don't appear so brave now, do
you."
Then the situation escalated as the big women who they
called Jean told Karen to stand up. When Karen didn't Big
Jean and another women pulled my resisting wife to her
feet.
I stood up to protect her but one of the men hit me in
the stomach and I fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
Then Big Jean said, "Why don't you flash our men again,
show em a little more this time."
My wife pleaded with them, tears running down her face.
They all thought this great fun, they were enjoying this
scene.
I tried to get up again but Karl pushed me to the ground
and said, "Tie the fucker up, I don't wanna keep being
distracted." They tied my ankles together, and then tied
my hands behind me. I pleaded with them, telling them
that I would give them my money and would get more for
them if they would just leave my wife alone.
They just laughed and one of the men said, "He's not so
brave now."
I pleaded with them, promising them anything. Big Jean
looked over at me and said, "He's getting pretty noisy-
maybe we better shut him up."
Three of the women pulled me up against a tree, then they
unbuckled my pants, pulled the zipper down and dragged my
pants and shorts down to my ankles to where my feet were
still tied together. Then they pulled open my shirt with
my hands still tied behind me so I was now naked before
the smiling women. The men were watching this with amused
expressions.
Then the women turned their attention to my wife. She had
tried to run but the men surrounded her and pulled her
back. My wife was crying now as the women came up to her,
still pleading with them. Then Big Jean said, "OK, you
wanted to show our men your legs, you wanted to tease
them, so go ahead and show em some more."
Karen didn't move so Jean said, "come on, lift that skirt
or we'll do it for you." Then another one of the women
grabbed her skirt and slip and tugged it up in spite of
my wife's struggles. Her thighs and panties were briefly
exposed.
Then Jean said, "Let's just have her strip, she can
continue her little show for our men."
Everyone liked that idea, so Big Jean told her to start
stripping.
My wife didn't move so Jean gripped her shoulder and
twisted it till my wife screamed in pain. Jean then told
her to unbutton her blouse. Karen was still hesitant and
weeping, till Jean once again twisted her shoulder,
making my wife scream again in agony.
This time she obeyed, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and
taking it off, exposing her bra. "Now the skirt, slowly."
Jean commanded.
My tearful wife did as she was told, unbuttoning and
unzipping her skirt, pushing it over her hips till it
fell to her ankles, then one of the women made her step
out of it.
Her sheer slip did little to hide the view of her
stockings and her panties. The men were all eyes as they
now viewed her body displayed so erotically. One of the
women said, "Is this what you wanted to show our men?"
Then another told her to take off her slip, slowly.
Karen did just that, now realizing that she was helpless,
and going ahead just as she was told. She hesitated when
told to remove her bra, until the women moved towards
her, and then she unsnapped and removed her bra, her
lovely firm breasts revealed. Her sheer stockings held up
by her garter belt, her sheer lacy panties doing little
to hide her beautiful rounded ass completed the erotic
picture.
The women were having a great time with her, enjoying
bending her to their will, as the men watched, knowing
what was coming. Then another of the biker women said,
"Let's have her walk around for us, like one of those
porn stars." And they formed a circle and made her walk
around, knowing what this would do. As she walked with
her shoes on, her breasts were bouncing, and her ass was
moving in a manner to further interest her male audience,
and the female audience was thoroughly enjoying her
humiliation. Jean had pulled the beret from her hair,
allowing her brown hair to fall to her shoulders.
My weeping wife was flushed with embarrassment, knowing
how her audience was enjoying this exhibition of her
body. She was humiliated, but for some reason I felt a
tinge of excitement seeing my bride like that, all
flushed and naked, with other men watching her nearly
naked body.
Then Big Jean said, "I think we're going to cure you of
your flashing now," and then she said, "Take off those
panties, slowly."
When Karen hesitated Big Jean reached for her neck, but
my wife shied away and hastened to comply. Slowly sliding
her panties down over her hips and ass, and sliding them
down to her ankles and stepping out of them. Her cunt was
now fully exposed to her leering audience.
Karen and I both realized that she was going to be raped
by these men, that there appeared to be no hope. The
biker women couldn't be happier as they looked my naked
wife, and they wanting their men to teach her a lesson.
To thoroughly fuck her, the woman who had been showing
off to them.
The women pulled Karen down onto the cleared blanket, and
held her down as she was struggling. Big Jean reached
down and pressed her fingers to my wife's cunt, and said,
"Hmm, she's dry. Well we can fix that," and the women
started working on her, stroking her body, stroking her
breasts, pulling her legs apart and then caressing her
thighs, and then her cunt.
My tearful wife, whimpering, but finally stopped
struggling, realizing it was hopeless, and I noticed also
that her cunt beginning to moisten. I sat helplessly
watching this scene unfolding in front of me, as they
continued working on my wife till she was flushed and
moaning. I was unable to prevent her arousal, and deep
down secretly I didn't want to either.
Now the men were stripping off their clothes, getting
ready to fuck her, my helpless and now aroused wife. Two
of the biker women came and sat beside me. One said,
"Maybe this'll teach you not to give people the finger."
The other two women spread my wife's legs as Karl
advanced towards her, his large cock standing out
straight from his body.
Karen lay there wide eyed, held down, as Karl dropped
down between her legs and directed his cock towards her
cunt. Then he gripped her ass with his hands, holding her
still as Big Jean grasped his cock and placed it at the
entrance of my wife's cunt, while her other hand held the
wet lips of her cunt open for his invasion.
Karen was whimpering as she felt the touch of his hard
cock against her opening, then groaning as she felt him
pressing into her, finally crying out as he sank balls
deep into her.
The two women then held her legs up and spread as Karl
began thrusting his cock into her. My wife crying out
again as she was impaled on his cock, then groaning as he
gave deep short jabs into her wet cunt, as it tightly
stretched around his cock.
Then this stud began long deep thrusts into her, pulling
almost out each time, gradually thrusting faster as he
steadily fucked her. At last my wife was responding to
him, and the women no longer needed to hold her legs
open. She was gasping, more and more aroused as this stud
continued to fuck her, now thrusting powerfully into her.
She lifted her thighs and spread them more, and her
stocking clad legs folded over him, clutching him. It was
so erotic seeing his cock thrusting into her stretched
cunt.
The women beside me were thrilled at what was happening
to my helpless wife, and watching her respond to the
thorough fucking she was getting. One said, "How do you
like watching your wife getting fucked by a real man? It
seems like she's enjoying it." The women began fondling
me, one stroking my cock and the other stroking my body.
Against my will I felt myself hardening, my cock soon
fully erect. I was red with embarrassment, much to the
amusement of the women working on me.
At this point Karen cried out shrilly, her arms and legs
jerking, clutching her attacker, her body shaking as her
orgasm began, crying out again and again as she came.
This triggered Karl, as with a groan he erupted into my
wife, spurting into her stretched cunt. Her orgasm
continued as she felt the head of his cock swelling, and
felt his sperm flooding her cunt. Finally he moved his
softening cock out of her, her ravaged cunt gaping, red
and wet.
Suddenly I remembered that this was her fertile time, and
I blurted this out loud. The women picked up on it, and
one said, "Great, then we'll make sure that she gets
pregnant."
My wife was sobbing now at how her body betrayed her,
tears on her face. Karl said, "Next," as if she were in a
barber shop. My wife brought her legs together, but the
women easily stretched her legs and thighs open again,
preparing her for the next stud, who now got between her
spread legs, and easily advanced his hard cock into her
stretched cunt, my wife gasping again as he filled her.
This biker was so excited that he didn't last long,
groaning as he added his load into her wet cunt.
The women didn't need to hold her legs now as the next
biker easily spread her, and also shoved his hard cock
into her, this one taking longer, thrusting into my wife
till she was crying out again, as spasms shook her body,
coming a second time, her body flushed. Then the last
stud mounted her, fucking her steadily till he to erupted
into her. Then Karen just laid there, whimpering now, her
legs spread widely, their juices visible on her stretched
and open cunt.
I thought now it would be all over, and to this point I
had managed to keep myself from coming, in spite of the
women taking turns stroking my erect cock. However, Karl
got very excited again watching his fellow bikers
servicing my helpless wife, and watching her responding
as they punished her with their thrusting cocks. He said
to the women, "Get her up on her hands and knees."
My wife groaned, "Please, no more," as wide eyed she
looked at his hard cock.
I begged him not to take her again, but they all laughed
as the women turned my wife over and pulled her up on her
hands and knees, my wife too week to resist. They pushed
her head and shoulders down to the blanket, and then
pulled her thighs open. She looked unbelievably erotic
with her ass in the air, her cunt opening, the garters to
her stockings stretched tightly over her ass. Karl
gripped her hips and positioned his hard cock at the
entrance to her wet cunt.
She looked at me, seeing the women stroking me, and then
gasping as she felt the hard cock penetrating her,
gradually filling her, impaling her even more in this
position. She screamed as with a final deep thrust he was
fully into her. He began pushing into her with long deep
strokes, taking his time with her, feeling her finally
responding to him.
Her body was jerking to his thrusting, her lovely breasts
swaying each time he pushed deeply into her. Soon,
holding her firmly, he thrust harder into her, my wife
groaning, and then crying out again and again as he
continued fucking her, fucking her until she cried out
even louder, and began shaking, her orgasm full upon her.
At this point Karl pulled her tightly onto his cock, as
groaning he erupted into her, holding her as he drained
his cock into her again. Seeing my wife being taken like
this, seeing his hard wet cock sliding in and out of her
cunt, I finally lost control and spurted into the air as
the women stroked my cock. I saw my wife looking at me as
I climaxed, unable to prevent my eruption. I was flushed
with embarrassment, but the women were thrilled at making
me come. One said, "You really enjoyed watching your wife
getting fucked, didn't you, and it looks like your wife
needed a good fucking. You should thank them for
servicing her for you."
Karl released my wife when he finished with her, and she
collapsed onto the blanket. Jean and another women turned
her onto her back, and then Jean tied her ankles together
with a rope, and then she tied Karen's wrists behind her.
Big Jean said, "this'll keep all those sperms from
leaking out of your cunt. Since you're fertile today we
wanna help you and your husband start a family. You're
certainly going to get pregnant by one of these handsome
studs of ours, with all they put in you."
Karen started sobbing again when Jean said this, tears
streaming down her face.
They wouldn't untie us. They just sat there enjoying
their drinks for a long time. Finally they got ready to
leave, and they untied only my hands, laughing as they
left.
My wife yelled, "Quick, untie me!"
I struggled to untie my ankles, and then I went around
and untied Karen. She immediately squatted, trying to
drain herself. Some did drain out, but a lot more stayed
in, and we had no way to rinse the sperm out of her.
"Anyway, it's too late now," she said, "I'm sure that
they got me pregnant, tears flowed again. They had taken
her panties and slip as souvenirs, but Karen finally got
dressed. The bikers had thrown our car keys down the hill
to further delay us, but we found them and finally got
into our car and left.
When we were driving away I said, "We're going to the
police."
Karen jumped, "No, we're not going to the police. I'm not
going through their interrogation and examination, and
being humiliated by the publicity!" Then she said, "Oh
God, I need to wash up, I'm sticky from their come, and
it's soaking into my skirt."
And then the recriminations began. Karen started it by
saying, "I saw you, you really got off watching them
humiliate me, didn't you? I cant believe you came
watching your own wife get fucked like that, getting
raped by those bastards."
I fought back, "I couldn't help it -- they just kept
working on me till I came. Then I said, "And what about
you? You came three times while they were fucking you. If
you hadn't flashed them, opening your legs like you did,
exposing yourself, they probably wouldn't have followed
us."
Then Karen said, "Fuck you! If you had taken care of me
this morning I wouldn't have flashed them. And your
giving them the finger didn't help. Also my cunt is sore
from that pounding, so you're not going to put your cock
into me for some time."
She was sobbing again, and she said, "I know they got me
pregnant. It was supposed to be you."
We arrived home, and I got her inside, and she headed
straight for the shower. The image of her being fucked by
those these bikers, of her being taken again and again,
her stocking clad legs spread widely, and then being
fucked on her hands and knees; this image stayed with me
for a long time.
As expected, she was pregnant, and as she increased in
girth, we both vividly recalled that day when she had
been taken and thoroughly fucked by those men,
remembering her orgasms, remembering her being shaken by
her climaxes as they all serviced her. And I remembered
how excited I was as they made me come while I watched
her being fucked.
END
Comments? See four prior stories by Hardy in Kristen's
Directories, 15, 17, 18. Decide which ones are true.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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