It was one of the few times my husband agreed to take me out dancing, being the man's man and all; the club has never been his scene, so this was a rare treat.
We had been there for awhile, he was thoroughly enjoying the view of all the tits bouncing around him, the just barely legal's in their short skirts, thigh high boots and shirts that hid a nipple at best. Even for me the views were just as fine, I would say better. Out on the dance floor with all the hard bodies rubbing against me, grabbing at my ass, sometimes a brave finger would slide up under my skirt and would not be disappointed – I was hot and wet and more than ready to go.
I had worn my leathers just for my husband; almost a guarantee he will be fucking me hard later even if hadn't gone out, it drives him nuts- at thirty something I am still holding my own - with firm tits and tight ass, walking has made sure that I have kept my figure after all these years.
Tonight I put on the little black mini skirt he had bought me last year for play time, but without panties- I could feel the wetness slowly escaping my hot and pulsing pussy, droplets running down my bare thighs stopping only if brave hand would slide up there and help it out. I had on my leather halter that zips up in the front showing my ample cleavage - the word MILF been used many times in my company- always flattering as I flip my long blonde hair and give them a you wish look.
I never have had a problem getting who I wanted and still don't. The guy I was dancing with pulled me in tighter to him - I could feel how hard his cock was - oh and what a big boy he was. I let him grind it into me more pushing myself into him. I couldn't help wanting to feel him fill me and fuck me hard, the more he pushed it against me the hotter I was getting. His hand lowered from my ass and started for my hungry pussy - I thought I was going to cum right there in his hand he slid his finger into me and I could feel my muscles clamping on it wanting more.
The song suddenly came to an end- the young hard body so delicious bent and kissed me on my cheek and thanked me for the dance. I walked back to where my husband had been standing. I know he saw the whole thing but I couldn't tell if he was angry or not- I had never allowed things to go that far before. I have always danced and flirted with the boys but I couldn't help myself - the look on his face was strange as I closed the distance between us. My pussy throbbing with need, I was still winded from my almost orgasm, he handed me my drink but didn't say a word.
Not sure which was the worse torture - the delicious boy that fingered me on the dance floor or the reaction, or lack thereof, from my husband. He reached for my hand and we headed outside and I figured the night was done for me and he was furious - rightly so, I had crossed the line this time. Much to my surprise he just wanted a smoke but his pack was empty. I told him I would go and get them from the truck - it wasn't parked too far away and I could use the cool off.
The truck was parked at the back - not really any lights out there but it wasn't all that secluded so I felt safe enough, I have never been one of those chicks that needed an escort every where I went. As I got closer I noticed there was a few people by another car that was parked by us, I paid no attention to them and continued past them. I got to our truck, just as I unlocked the door a set of powerful arms had me by the waist and the mouth at the same time. I tried to scream but with the hand around my mouth no sound would come out that could be heard. Struggling and kicking against this force, all I heard was "what a tomcat, this is going to be fun". Up to that point I had hoped it was my husband playing out another fantasy but that was not his voice.
It was happening so quickly I couldn't process; but I knew at that time fighting was not going to be an option. Suddenly there was another set of hands grabbing my wrists and my hands were being tied behind my back, tightly. I could feel what I assumed to be rope biting into my wrists - no way I was getting free. My mind was racing as the realization hit me there were more than just one and I was going to be the evening entertainment. The large hand that had been covering my mouth, stopping me from screaming, came off; but before I could get a sound out they replaced it with a gag of some sorts that was being secured behind my head.
They started laughing "looks like she's hog tied and ready"; the one voice said. I couldn't figure out why my husband hadn't come looking for me yet - I had been gone far too long. The choking sobs threatened to come out of me, trying to control the panic that I was feeling - my skirt was being raised to my hips. I was fully exposed to my assailants.
One of them stepped directly behind me, bent me over the tailgate of our own truck, kicking my legs to open wider. Pressing my face harder into the metal of the bed - his one hand holding my neck down so that I couldn't struggle, as the other hand went to explore my pussy that was displayed in front of him. "Looks as sweet as I thought it would, she was so wet I wanted to fuck her right there she was dripping all over the dance floor" the voice was saying behind me as he stuck 2 fingers abruptly in me pushing up into my slit hard.
He rammed his fingers in me, my body started to respond to his rhythm - quickly pulling his fingers out of me, then it hit me - this was that delicious hard body that I had fooled around with on the dance floor just before we came outside. I had thought about feeling his cock ramming into me, but this never crossed my mind. Suddenly I was furious, struggling against this boy I found the fight again, this boy was not going to rape me if I could help it. Cursing my own actions now, I had been teasing him, but it was for my husband's enjoyment - and where the fuck was he.
Just as I thought my other half had abandoned me and gone back into the bar, I heard his voice. Relief washed over me and I allowed myself to relax a little. I wouldn't be in this position for very much longer and I started feeling sorry for the boys that were about to rape me. I know my husband's temper and didn't want to be any of them in that moment.
What happened next will never leave me - the one that had been holding me down instantly released me. "Oh man so sorry I...." he was stammering - leaving me still bent over the truck ass in the air.. " She was asking for it......" he was trying to convince him not to kill him. I could hear the footsteps of him coming closer to the truck - "I am not going to stop you son..."
My mind went screaming, as I tried to get to a standing position. What the fuck did he just say....not going to stop them? "lay her back down boy before she gets up..." he was instructing them to rape me what the hell was he thinking - I didn't know in that moment who I want to get my finger nails into first, and not for pleasurable reasons. I was shoved back into the truck bed with my ass in the air and pussy out for display, I had shaved earlier baby smooth and bald just the way he likes it and I was wanting to be fucked.
A part of me was hungry for this boy but this was wrong - again I couldn't comprehend what my husband was thinking. He started talking to the boys again, still I did not know how many of them there were, I only recalled seeing 3 of them standing around when I walked past but I didn't notice who they were. I wished I had taken a better look at them before this had all started. "No Cumming inside her, no bruising on her... that's all I am going to say - other than that enjoy her cunt boys, she's still tight"
.....tears started streaming down my face. Why was he doing this to me, had I really pissed him off that badly? I guess so ... trying to wrap my head around it all, a cock was being slammed into me. God it was huge and before I could react he was forcing my tight little pussy to take him all in with one hard thrust. He slammed so hard into me I felt him hit hard against my cervix, the sudden pain shot through me as I tried to lift my ass to give him more room, he was so thick and long I thought he was going to split me in half. He pulled back out only to slam into me again, rocking my entire body hard into the body of the truck.
"Fuck man you weren't kidding she has one tight and hot pussy, you lucky bastard!!" the boy was commending my husband on me, I wanted to grab the boys throat and ram a cock into his ass, see how he liked it... I kept trying to keep my mind on the crime that was being committed to me, the violent assault on my body, trying to control my bodies reactions. I was getting wetter and the boys cock all...what 9-10 inches and the thickness of a fucking tree kept his rhythm in and out. He was slamming into me now, not as hard as he had at first, now he was just fucking me and god he felt so good...