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Archive name: rape.txt (M+/F, wife, rough sex, gb)
Authors name: Cheryl (cjr34@hotmail.com)
Story title : Was it Rape?

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Was it Rape? (M+/F, wife, rough sex, gb)
By Cheryl (cjr34@hotmail.com)

***

Was it Rape? 

I'm about to tell you about an event that actually 
happened to me and I'm trying to get this down with all 
the hindsight I can muster. 

My husband and I have been married for 7 years now and 
believe it or not I'm only 23 now. He is 48. 

Our sex life has always been exciting and adventurous 
with him guiding me into trying different things 
sexually. We had an open marriage too but mostly it was 
so he could watch other men, sometimes even strangers, 
have sex with me.

I usually wore clothes that drew attention to my body 
because my husband likes it that way. I'm 5 ft. 6 in. 
tall, about 130lbs spread out on my 34c-22-36 frame. My 
blonde hair was mid-length and my complexion flawless. I 
have what men call dancer's legs, a firm ass and my tits 
don't sag at all, no children either.

We often played games when we went to bars and clubs 
where I entered the club alone and my husband came in 
later to watch the men hit on me, you get the idea I 
hope.

It was a game we've played for a long time and I usually 
ended up getting fucked by one or two or sometimes more 
men at once. Mostly out in the parking lot in my car but 
a couple times in the men's bathroom or a back storage 
room.

One night my husband came home all excited. He told me 
that he had posted my picture on the Internet. He had 
written an ad saying that he was looking for men to fuck 
his blonde beautiful 23-year-old wife.

He'd done this without telling me first. I didn't mind so 
much because we were always looking for new kinks or 
thrills for our sex life anyway. Also the Internet only 
gives out your email address as far as I know so I was 
just fine with it.

He told me that several guys had written back and begged 
to fuck me. They wanted to get together right away. They 
gave us instructions where to go and how to tell them by 
sight. One even sent his picture.

One of the men had suggested a club to meet at and when 
my husband told me the name of the club, even I hesitated 
a bit. It was in the worst part of town, and the club was 
known for police busts, drug busts. The customers were 
mostly blacks and bikers, it was really trouble.

Now, I have no problem fucking black men or bikers for 
that matter because I love rough sex with big tough men, 
but this club was notorious. So we talked about it and 
then finally I said, "What the hell, it may be just what 
I need to satisfy this itch of mine."

Hubby asked me what I was going to wear? I could tell he 
was excited so I said, "You pick out what you want me 
wear, and I'll wear it."

He selected my clothes and got on our computer and 
emailed whomever he had been talking to and in short 
order got three replies all confirming they'd be there 
that night. He described the clothes I'd be wearing and 
that so they'd know me since my Internet picture had been 
one with no clothes on.

What I didn't know at the time was that my husband had 
told them that I loved rough sex and how I even wanted to 
be raped by big mean men, that it was a fantasy of mine.

*

Later at evening after my bath, I put one the clothes my 
husband had selected for me. The black mini skirt was all 
of ten inches long and if I stood straight up, it barely 
covered the cheeks of my ass and I do mean just barely.

The white silk top clung to every curve of my tits and 
only had three buttons down the front, the first about 
the middle way down, the 2nd button about my belly button 
and at the belt line.

Per hubby's instructions I was to wear no bra or panties, 
but then again, I rarely did anyway. I put my 4-inch 
stiletto heels on and off we went.

My husband found the club and decided to park about a 
block away. He said he'd wait in the car as usual for 
about 15-minutes. As usual he wanted to see the action 
without getting involved.

Just before we left the house my Husband had made me a 
large Margarita. And during the drive across town I had 
consumed the whole thing so I was feeling no pain as I 
got out of the car and began walking the block to the 
club.

As I walked the miniskirt climbed up my thighs and I was 
forced to keep tugging it down as I walked, and my tits 
were bouncing freely and the silky material kept brushing 
against my nipples just enough to make them swell and 
harden. I was actually getting excited in anticipation of 
entering the club.

Just before I got to the club I looked back at my 
husband's car and I could see him talking to someone, his 
back to me, and that's when it happened.

*

I didn't hear a sound but suddenly hands grabbed me and 
jerked me into the alley besides the club. One hand over 
my mouth preventing me from screaming out. I could see 
that there were four men all pulling me deep into the 
darker recesses of the alley. 

I struggled and kicked and fought but the big tough men 
were too much for me. One of the them kicked open a door 
down in the ally and I was dragged down some steps and I 
heard the door bang shut behind us.

Then I was roughly pushed into the center of the room. It 
looked like a storeroom of some sort and above me I could 
hear music playing and I could hear muffled laughter too. 

I looked at my four captors as they released me. My skirt 
had climbed high up my hips almost to the waist and when 
I tried to pull it down, one of the men spoke, "Go ahead 
bitch, try to cover it up. That little skirt ain't gonna 
stay on you long anyway."

I was scared, this was not how it was supposed to happen. 
I told them that my husband would be along any minute and 
there would be hell to pay. Several of the men laughed at 
that. One of them said, "Bitch, right about now your 
husband is getting a blowjob in his car and he won't be 
around for a while. By the way he said you did like rough 
sex with stranger men, is that right?"

Then I knew, these were the men my husband had emailed 
and this was where I would be fucked by them and there 
wasn't a damned thing I could do about it. I could either 
fight it or enjoy it, but any way I looked at it I was 
going to get it from these men.

Trying to act confident, I began to unbutton my blouse 
but then all four men came at me and ripped it off me, 
then one of them ripped my skirt off me too, leaving me 
standing there in my heels only.

A brief struggle and I was pushed me to floor roughly and 
without a by your leave one man spread my legs open and 
another guy just got on top of me. He was already hard, 
and he just shoved into me and started fucking me wildly.

Two guys held my arms with one hand and with their free 
hands they twisted and pulled and squeezed my tits, while 
the animal between my legs thrust harder and harder.

The fourth guy just unzipped himself and placed his 
stinky smelly hairy balls over my eyes and stuck his fat 
disgustingly cock down my throat.

As all this was going on, the bastard on top of me was 
slapping my tits hard, turning them red. Finally he shot 
his cum deep in my belly with a loud groan of 
satisfaction. For a moment his body was ridged on top of 
mine and no one said a word.

Then almost like magic they all switched places and the 
process started all over again, each guy doing whatever 
he wanted to me. I was trying to enjoy it, to make it 
easier to take, but they began to frighten me. I couldn't 
stop them and my husband had no idea where I was or what 
was happening to me.

At one point I was rolled over and using some their 
copious cum that dribbled out of my pussy, one of them 
lubed up my asshole and the assault began again.

Now on my belly as I was being ass fucked, my tits and 
belly were ground into the cement floor and I could feel 
the tenderness of my nipples as they were roughly dragged 
across the floor and then the pain hit me. I could feel 
blood dribbling from some part of my tits and then I felt 
the blood trickling from my other tit. And the ass fuck 
went on.

It seems the men would never tire of my body. This was no 
longer fun (if it had ever been) but in my mind I knew 
this was rape for real and I no longer cared to 
experience it. But still the rough nasty assault went on.

Vaguely I heard a door open beside me and more men come 
into the room. I vaguely saw money exchanging hands and 
then more men come over and handled me and I was fucked 
with renewed energy, either in my ass, my cunt, or my 
mouth.

I was covered in men's cum. It was all over my body. I 
lay in cum on the floor and my tits were bleeding and my 
ass and back was bleeding and still more men came in to 
use my body.

Now I was too weak to fight anymore. I just lay in any 
position they put me in and let them fucked me. Some hit 
me with their fists, some hit me with their belt, but 
they all fucked me hard and fast and roughly.

At some point I must have passed out because when I 
awoke, I was alone in the dark, laying on the filthy 
concrete floor.

Crawling across the floor I found the remnants of my 
clothes and tried to but them on but there wasn't enough 
material to even drape over myself. Finally I found a big 
old work shirt and put that on. I mentally cursed my 
husband for having set me up for this. 

I painfully crawled up the stairs and opened the door to 
see the sun starting to come up. I stood on shaky legs 
and stumbled through the alley towards where I hoped our 
car was.

When I left the alley, that's when I saw the police cars 
and ambulance around my car. As I got closer I saw my 
husband on the sidewalk, a bandage around his head. The 
cops looked at me and one of them said, "Beat it hooker 
the shows over."

I explained that I was his wife and asked what happened. 
They all looked at me in surprise, but one of them told 
me that he had cold cocked several times and they had 
just found him slumped over the steering wheel a little 
bit ago.

I went to my husband and he was in so much pain that I 
forgot about my own agony. 

As we rode in the back of the ambulance to the hospital 
he told me that one of the guys we were supposed to meet 
had caught him at the car and told him all the other guys 
had chickened out and decided not to come.

He said, just as the guy left in his car to go home, 
someone hit him from behind. 

Sure enough his wallet was gone and the car had been 
rifled so the cops assumed it was a robbery. My husband 
now took a good look at me and asked me what had 
happened.

I looked at him and knew that even though he had set me 
up, he hadn't planned on all this happening. There was no 
way I could explain all this with the ambulance guy 
sitting there listening to every word. I mean how could I 
say my husband told some men to rape me, only they didn't 
show and so some other guys had raped me instead.

Well, I was alive and so was my husband and for that I 
was grateful. So all I said just then was, "Well honey, 
it looks like we both got the shit fucked out of us." 

And on that note we pulled up in front of the hospital 
emergency room.

By the way, I'm pregnant now and since my husband had a 
vasectomy after his first marriage, we're just waiting to 
see if the baby is black or has a tattoo on it's forehead 
when it's delivered. Will keep you posted. 

Love and kisses, Cheryl

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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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