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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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