The Rape of a Wife
Motel is White House Motel
Wife is Anne
Husband is Bob
Hostess is Mandy
Married over ten years
I'm a married white female who's looking to fulfill my wildest fantasy.
I'm looking for men, lots of men, all sizes, shapes, and races, so I can live out my BDSM/Gang Rape fantasy a local "no tell" motel
Call 301-XXX-0964 for more information.
Now to hit the send button. There it was, sent from my wife's work laptop. The posting had been placed in a couple of swinger sites and on Craig's List. I looked over at the disposable cell phone I had purchased the other day at a quickie mart in the next town, just for this one use. Now it was time to get it ready.
"Hi my name's Anne and if you're calling this number it means only one thing. You want to help me live out my wildest fantasy of being tied up and sexually used and abused by lots of unknown men. Just a little bit about me, as if you really care. I'm married middle age a BBW who stands six foot tall with shoulder length reddish brown hair, 44 C cup tits, and I wears a 22/24 panties. Not that I'll be wearing any when you see me. I'll already be blindfolded, gagged, and tied down naked on the bed in room six of the White House Motel in
Bowie
before you get there. The rules are... well there aren't any rules. And no my husband doesn't know about my fantasy. He's such a prude about things like this. He would never go along with this. The loser thinks I'm going to see my mother this weekend. Please let all of your friends know about this wonderful offer. Remember I'll be in room six at the White House Motel in Bowie after 8:30 PM on Friday night until sometime Sunday morning. The door will be unlocked so just walk on in and have your fun. See you there and again please let all of your friends know."
After I reviewed the outgoing message on the phone I saved it. I had programmed my wife's work laptop to produce a female voice that I recorded on the phone. The voice on the message would never fool anyone as being my wife's but if anyone ever looked they would find the mp-3 file of the message buried in her work computer. Things were going just as planned. I had a crack whore reserve the room for me, under Anne's name, for the whole week for me. It was a "win -- win" for us both. She got a place to turn her tricks for free for a couple of days while I got the room without any way for it to be traced back to me and it only cost me two hundred fifty dollars. Two hundred dollars for the room for the week and fifty dollars for the crack whore to leave town after she gave me the key.
I already had some lengths of old chain and a bunch of old padlocks in the basement just waiting to be used. I already had an old ball gag and leather blindfold that I had gotten years ago hopping to get in to some kinky sex with my wife. Until now they had been a waste of money. Finally they'd get some use.
From a meth head I got some "date rape" pills that I would slip in my wife's drink on Friday night. I was planning take my wife out to dinner at a local restaurant where I would get Anne to pick a fight with me and storm off leaving me sitting there. Everyone would see her storm off leave me sitting there dazed and confused by her actions. The drug had a hypnotic property so I could have her leave the restaurant and walk away and go behind a local store where I would pick her up later after our fight.
These last few years had been hard for me. Our sex life had dropped off to almost nothing. No matter what I did I just couldn't seem to get her to have sex with me and when we did have sex she would just lay there. Sex was less than satisfying for me. And I was tired of it. I wanted a change. I wanted revenge.
Friday
Night
I was all set for the night. The chains, locks, blindfold, and gag were in the trunk waiting to be used. Anne had showered and was almost ready. I checked my pocket for the last time checking to see that the "date rape" drug was in it.
"Wow! Anne you look beautiful." I said as my wife walked in to the living room.
"Are you ready, Bob?" Anne said.
"How about a drink before we go? We've got plenty of time." I said as she sat down on the sofa and took the frozen Margaritas I offered her. Her drink had the "date rape" drug in it.
By the time she finished her drink I saw Anne's eyes glaze over. It was time to start my plan off. I took both of Anne's hands in mine and stared in to her eyes saying, "Anne you will act as if you love me until I say the words 'Movie Theater' then you will jump up and cuss me out as you run out of the restaurant. Then you will go behind the book store and wait for me in the shadows. Do you understand Anne?"
"Yes I understand." She said in a slightly slurred voice.
"Then you will forget we had this little talk. Do you understand?"
"Yes I understand." She said in a slightly slurred voice.
Standing up I offered my wife my arm and walked her to the car where I even opened the door for her. And when we got to the restaurant I opened the car door and held the front door for her. I wanted us to look like an old married couple out for date night.
As the hostess seated us I ordered two frozen Margaritas to start the night off with as we looked at the menu. Halfway through her drink Anne got up to head to the ladies room, just as I knew she would. I quickly got up and held her chair for her as she got up. Being every bit the gentleman I held her seat again when Anne returned from the ladies room.
We had a nice meal and made small talk as we ate. I made sure that the waitress saw us holding hand like two people in love. When I was almost done eating said, "Hey Anne would you like to go see that 'chick flick' tonight at the new 'movie theater'?"
"You small dicked jerk off I can't stand you and your little dick!!! I hate your guts!!! I never want to see you again in my life!!! I'm leaving you forever!!!" Anne screamed as she threw her drink at my face and stormed out the door. The "date rape" drug was working perfectly.
I sat there and stammered as I watched her run out the door.
All eyes were on me now that Anne was gone. I tossed some cash on the table to cover the bill and leave a very generous tip and ran out to the parking lot to find Anne. I looked around but couldn't find her so I walked back in to the restaurant where I asked the hostess, "Did my wife come back in here? I can't find her anywhere outside."
"No she didn't but I saw a cab drive away right after she ran out the door." The hostess said. I read her name tag, Mandy.
"Thanks Mandy I guess she took a cab home. I'm sorry for the disturbance here tonight." I said.
"Quite all right sir. It's not the first time it's happened here." Mandy replied.
"Well thanks and I'm sorry. I guess I better get home and find out what's going on." I replied. With that I left the restaurant and headed off. I went straight to the back of the book store where I found Anne waiting in the shadows.
"Get in." I snapped.
Without a word Anne got in the car and we drove to the motel. I knew that I could go in the back way and no one would see my car. When we got there I got my supplies from the trunk and made Anne carry it all in to the room.
"Strip." I ordered and Anne quickly removed all of her clothing.
"Now put your clothes in the car."
Without a bit of hesitation Anne walked out to the car naked and placed her clothing in the car and returned.
I locked the chains to the bed frame and then around my wife's wrists and ankles. I double checked the locks and they were all holding tight. I shove the gag in place and made sure that it was secure then I blindfolded my naked wife.
Checking my watch I saw that it was a bit before 8:00 pm. I lay down on the bed and whispered in my wife's ear, "Anne, if anyone ever asks you about this weekend you will say it was all your own idea. You wanted to live out a wild, kinky fantasy. Do you understand Anne? Nod if you do."
My wife nodded her head.
I reached between her spread thighs and shoved three fingers in her cunt while I was slapping her tits. As I was abusing my wife I started to get hard. I decided to jerk off on her face and leave my cum to dry there so the next guys would get the right idea. It had been a couple of days since I had last jerked off so I shot a huge load of cum across her face and in to her hair. I got up and smacked my wife's cunt a couple of times before I left.
I knew that the "date rape" drug would be wearing off soon and I wanted to be here when it happened but I didn't want to appear to be the first guy here.
I left the room with the door unlocked and slightly ajar and headed back to my car. I drove home and walked back to the motel. I returned to the motel and I saw a couple of guys enter the room where my wife was. My "wife's" postings had worked.
As I entered the room I saw that there were a total of eight guys waiting to use and abuse my wife. One guy was slapping my wife's tits as hard as he could causing them to flop around while another guy had his whole hand deep in her cunt fist fucking her.
I turned to the guy next to me and said, "I didn't think this shit was for real man. Did you?"