My husband and I are fairly conservative sexually”while he has made little suggestions over the years, I just have a difficult time allowing him to be too aggressive or to fantasize much. After 12 years of marriage, we have settled into the routine of sex twice a week and special occasions”what is it with men and their desire for â œanniversary sex, or birthday blowjobs, or Christmas hanky panky?â . Like most normal couples, our variety consists of the more traditional sexâ ”Missionaryâ ”Doggieâ ”69â ”and occasionally, Iâ ™ll let him try something that we read about in our magazines. Yes, the pictures Dona ™t do a lot for me, but we both enjoy the stories that people write in and share.
It seems like anytime there is a story that included force of some type, we both enjoyed it a lot. I am your typical 33 year old whose body went back together pretty tightly after having two kids ”in fact, my husband loves to tell me I am a MILF! My tits arenâ ™t anything spectacular ”I am 36C-26-36, but when I dress to impress, usually I really impress.
We have date nights once a week ”and usually they turn into one of our two sex nights that week. We are still young enough to enjoy the clubs and I get my fair share of attention from the guys in the clubs and bars. If I have had at least 3 or 4 drinks, my husband will leave me alone, walk across the bar, and let me flirt with the cute guys. (Apparently the more drunk I am, the cuter the guys are!) He says it gets him hard to see guys trying to pick me upâ ”obviously they try and some even get some cheap feels in as we sit there and they begin to rub my legs and get higher and higher. Usually I stop them before they actually touch my pussy, but last week, I was just so mesmerized by this hunkâ ™s eyes, that I let him not only rub my clit, but he actually began to finger fuck me right there in our booth, and Lord only knows how far it would have gone if my husband hadnâ ™t come over. However, he wasnâ ™t pissedâ ”he just wasnâ ™t ready for me to fuck a total stranger.
When we got home that night, he fucked me harder than usual. He called me his dirty little slut. â œYou want to fuck a stranger? You want some other guyâ ™s dick in your cunt? Weâ ™ve always talked about it, you ready for it sweetie?â Call it the 4 glasses of wine, but I played his little game and told him yes, secretly knowing he would never allow it, but also letting my mind race as to whoâ ”what type of stranger was behind me right now pounding furiously at my pussy.
2 weeks later, date night was coming around again and I knew he wanted something â œspecialâ for his birthday. He kept dropping hints about maybe wearing nothing under a mini skirt nor my blouse and finding a couple of guys to dance with on the floor while he watched their hands all over my body. But, he said if he let it go that far, I would have to â œTake Care of him thereâ â ”and cross off â œsemi-public sexâ off his list. I wasnâ ™t thrilled at the idea of blowing him in the bar or even the menâ ™s room, but figured when it was time, I could easily convince him the car was a good option.
Date night finally came and he just sat on the bed watching me get ready. I was doing myself proud for him on his birthdayâ ”a black, sheer top that clearly showed my boobs, a little grey plaid â œschoolgirlâ mini skirt, a sheer white thong underneat, and a pair of pumps that just screamed, FUCK ME NOW! It was after all his birthday, so when he requested a lap dance, I obliged and began to dance for him. I danced, I straddled him, kissing him and smearing my red lipstick all over him, standing back up and rubbing his throbbing cock through his pantsâ ”I played quite the tease! He tried to bend me over the bed but I yelled at him, â œYou mister are going to have to wait. It will be worth your while when you see those college boysâ ™ hands all over my body and your dick just is begging to release. When I take you and blow you right there on the dance floor, you will be the envy of all the boysâ ”who knows, maybe youâ ™ll even get to see me fucked by one of those studs after you do. Would you like that birthday boy?â
He just grinned from ear to ear as we walked downstairs. As we were turning off the lights and locking the doors, the doorbell rang. As I answered it, the door flung wide open and there were three masked men who stormed inside. â œAre you alone?â one demanded. â œBeginning to cry I replied, â œNo, my husband is in the kitchen.â With that information, they began to tie me up as the third one went after my husband. He returned moments later with the masked man behind him, gun to his head.
â œYou people make no noise and do what we say, and youâ ™ll lose nothing but the expensive shit all over this place. You try to scream or do anything stupid, weâ ™ll cut his dick off, your tits off and then kill you after you bleed to death. Do you understand?â We both nodded yes. They tied us to chairs across the room from each other with our hands behind our backs. â œLook at the rack on her!â said the ringleader. â œThem are some fine titties missy, donâ ™t mind if I get a closer look do you? In fact, you always wear see through shit like that? You always look like a $3 whore?â
I was beginning to regret dressing like that for the evening, especially when he cut my top off and exposed my breasts. â œLooks like someoneâ ™s nipples are hard! You like it when someone plays with them tittles missy?â â œPlease donâ ™tâ yelled my husband. The one standing close to him slapped him across the face. â œWe told you not to say or do anything. You might as well understand we both gonna fuck her and if our partner wants to, she can eat her pussy and be a lesbo for the night.â
I was mortified as the first one stopped playing with my breasts and unzipped his pants, putting his cock in between my globes. â œHow bout a little spit for the tittie fuck missy.â I begged him, â œPlease donâ ™t. I have never been with anyone but my husband for the past 13 years and itâ ™s his birthday, please donâ ™t.â â œBIRTHDAY BOY?! Well my, my. Maybe we wonâ ™t kill him, maybe weâ ™ll give him a birthday present! Hey mister, ever had a cock up your ass before?!! If your wife doesnâ ™t start the titty fuck soon, Iâ ™m gonna bring my cock over there and fuck you.â
With that, I began to stroke his cock. Since my hands were tied behind my back, he held my breasts together as his cock slid up and down in between them. I was embarrassed that my nipples were hard as a rock but there wasnâ ™t anything I could do about my body betraying me. â œWhat a good girl, now when my cock gets to the top, I want you sucking on it.â I heard my husband try to get loose, but the second guy slapped him again as I began to suck this monsterâ ™s cock. â œGood little whore now arenâ ™t you? Good little cock sucker. Who taught you how to give head missy? Your mother? Your husband? Or are you just a natural little cock sucker?â
I could feel his cock swelling and beginning to quiver. â œOh please mister, I donâ ™t SWALLâ ¦.â I couldnâ ™t even finish my sentence as he unloaded in my mouth. My husband always pulled outâ ”this was my first time tasting semen and fortunately, even though I coughed and gagged, it wasnâ ™t horrible. â œThatâ ™s a good cock sucking whore. Way to take it all. Nanny, why donâ ™t you come over and feed her the little bit that ran down her cheek.â With that, the third mask came off and it was a stunningâ ”I mean a stunning blonde.
She strolled over and with her finger, scooped up the jizz on my cheek, and inserted her finger in my mouth. â œSuck it clean honey.â And I did. As she continued to clean my face, she got to the point where she would lick my finger with me. Having never been with a woman before, this was actually so exciting that it took my mind off of us being robbed and molested.â
The leader broke the silence. â œMy buddyâ ™s cock still has to be pleased. Your choice, your pussy or your husbandâ ™s ass? Afterall, it would be a birthday present that he would never forget. â œPlease donâ ™tâ ”can I just suck your partner and then you leave us alone?â I asked. â œHELL NO, somebodyâ ™s getting fuckedâ ”you or him? With that, the female untied my hands and they took me to the couch. â œNanny, you stay with the guy so he doesnâ ™t do anything stupid while we fuck this cock sucker.â The blonde left me and went to my husbandâ ™s side and the second guy dropped his pants.
â œAss or cuntâ he asked. His buddy laughed as I screamed â œNOT MY ASS!â They both laughed as the second one started feeling around my pussy. â œDamn, this chick is soaking wetâ ”she likes this!â Again, I was embarrassedâ ”I didnâ ™t want my husband to get the wrong idea but when your body gets turned on, there is no turning it off. While he played with my pussy, the other one began to kiss me, and fondle my breasts. â œDo you like it when your nipples are twisted like this?â He took and pinched and turned them. I yelled! Before I could really answer him, I felt the strange cock enter me. I looked at my husband whose head was just shaking back and forth, looking at his wife being raped.
The blonde looked down and yelled, â œHey guys, I think he is enjoying thisâ ”look at his boner!â She unzipped my husbandâ ™s slacks and his boxers had a major tent. She pulled down the boxers and he was standing firmly at attention. â œThat little bastardâ I thought to myself. As I was being fucked from behind and tits being mauled from the front, I saw the little blond begin to massage my husbandâ ™s cock. Nanny started taunting him, â œDo you like seeing your wife being fucked by that lunatic over there? Why does that turn you on nasty boy? Do you like it when someone plays with your cock? It isnâ ™t bad, maybe I should give the birthday boy a kiss.â
To add to my horror, she started sucking him off. His head tilted back and he apparently no longer cared that these guys were raping me. â œLook at the bastardâ ”he is enjoying his wife being raped!â yelled the first thug. â œCheck this out birthday boyâ ”your wife is going to get it in two holes!â The one behind me kept pounding away at my pussy while the first one put his cock back in my mouth. â œSuck it or it is going in your ass!â I began sucking and as I looked over, Nanny had stopped blowing my husband and was now straddling him, forcing his mouth to her tits and bouncing up and down on his stiff cock. â œHey birthday boy, do you like the cowgirl?!!â the first guy shouted. If youâ ™re lucky, she might let you finish inside her just like I am doing with your wife right nowwwwwww.â I could feel the rush of sperm enter my womb as he finished his sentence. My horror was only broken by the second unloading of spunk in my mouth again. And, that horror was broken by the little blonde slut yelling, â œYES, YES, YESâ ”FILL ME DADDY, FILL ME WITH YOUR SPERMâ .
I was drained, the boys stood up and let me collapse on the couch. My husband was sweating all over, but had just had some rather unusual sex and lets face it, to guys, sex is sex. While I laid there in a pool of sweat and cum, the blonde walked over and said, â œBitch, you are going to clean me like I helped you clean up a few minutes ago.â And with that, she fucking straddled me, putting her pussy lips on my mouth and screamed, â œCLEAN ME OUT NOW!â I had no choice. Her cunt was pressed over my mouth. As I started sucking and using my tongue to get the cum inside her, she moaned. It really wasnâ ™t that bad. In fact, truth be told, the taste mixed with her juices was better than my husbandâ ™s cum by itself. What I didnâ ™t expect was that she would begin to reciprocate, beginning to eat me out and suck out the cum of her friend.
â look at the lesbians go! Youâ ™re wife isnâ ™t just a cock sucking whore, she apparently swings both waysâ ”look at her suck that cunt. Listen to herâ” she likes it!â I could t believe it, but Nanny and I came at almost the identical time. I had never gone down on a woman and I certainly had never had anyone other than my husband eat me out, but there was something pretty wonderful about her scent and her taste that I loved.
When Nanny got dressed, the three thugs got dressed, leaving my husband tied up and me on the couch. â œDonâ ™t do anything foolishâ they said. â œDonâ ™t even think about calling the police ”we know where you live, we know where you work, and we have these ”as he picked up his phone and began to show us the pictures they had taken during the ordeal.â
As the door closed behind them, I ran over to my husband. â œAre you ok?â I asked. â œAre you ok sweetie? I am so sorry, there was nothing I could do after that guy slapped me a couple of times, I thought he was going to kill me. I just looked at my husband and said, â œHoney, did you like your birthday present? Watching your wife be â œrapedâ by two guys on your birthday while getting a nice piece of ass for yourself? a Laughing, I untied him as the concept began to sink in knowing that we both would never forget the birthday gang rape!