"It's not my fault I have a past"
My wife would say this often if I seemed upset after she'd mentioned or confessed to some past sexual experience.
"Don't be jealous, I'm with you now, you don't have to be envious of men in the distant past do you?"
She has always assumed it was a feeling of jealousy I was having, and it was, but also it was a feeling I was never wild enough for her, I didn't compare to her past boyfriends in boundary pushing, threesome having, swinger club attending, crazy sex play.
Besides, when she's contemplating her sexy memories in her own personal time, it's never going to be me she's masterbating to.
I'd decided I was going to show her I wasn't so vanilla, and give her an experience she would never forget.
" I'm popping out to the shops, want anything?" I called out.
" No thanks babe," she said breezing into the kitchen.
She had her auburn curls tied loosely back in a ponytail and was wearing her Saturday lazy gear, old yoga pants and and old baggy tee that she had kept from before when she had weighed a bit more.
About three years ago she had carried a few extra pounds, but her effort to lose them had turned her into a goddess in my eyes.
Her breasts still maintained their heavy roundness but the gym had sculpted her arms and torso, defining her shape with toned muscle, her thick thighs creased with valleyed curves and her big, perfectly shaped ass could bend steel.
"Don't be long, don't forget you said you'd do the garden this weekend" she chided " and move that box of crap out of the bedroom please."
Good. It didn't sound like she'd investigated the contents of the cardboard box I had stored my 'supplies' in.
"Hey," I said catching her gaze, " the safe word is..." I glanced around for inspiration, "...kitchen utensils"
"What? What's that supposed to mean" she asked, a curious grin tugging the corners of her lips.
" Kitchen Utensils, remember." I winked and left through the back door.
I drove straight round to the pub car park where I'd arranged to meet Harry, my soon to be partner in crime.
Harry and I had played on the same rugby team for years.
People had called us the twins as we both were of the same 6"2 stature, both built like proverbial brick outhouses and had near identical, well muscled physiques.
Him a sandy Blonde, me a dark buzz cut, but soon we'd be hard to tell apart. One of the reasons I'd approached him as first choice for my plan.
" Here we go, " I greeted him and handed his black three hole Balaclava
He smiled nervously. " We sure about this mate?, there's no turning the clock back!"
Other reasons I'd picked Harry were he and wife had met and she liked him, everyone did.
I trusted him, and new he'd understand the scenario, and I could count on him consider Beth's safety and enjoyment.
I'd also checked him out in the shower after games, and knew she absolutely wouldn't be disappointed.
"Absolutely mate, let's do this."
"And she's down for this?" Harry asked.
"She will be, don't worry, she'll let me know if she's not." I reassured him.
"And it's no holds barred?" He smirked.
" No holds barred." I confirmed with a chuckle.
No sooner had we pulled in to my drive we were out in our balaclavas, with crowbars in hand crashing through my back door. This still being Saturday morning god help us if the neighbours were at their windows.
Beth was still in the kitchen, elbow deep in the sink.
She screamed and jumped back to the countertop, suds and dishes going everywhere.
Genuine terror distorted her face, her hazel eyes wide and her already pale complection drained of colour.
" Shut the fuck up, don't move, and don't even think of reaching for any of those KITCHEN UTENSILS. "
I emphasised the last words.
Her mouth opened and closed as terror gave way to comprehension as she looked between my accomplice and I, tall, imposing, faceless and dressed in matching tight black tees and cargos.
Understanding dawned and her face and she made a couple of false starts to her response, a million things must have been going around her mind.
" What are you going to do to me?" She said breathlessly, adrenaline coursing through her body. The fright of the intrusion and the new wash of excitement mingling and giving her the rush of the feeling of heat and wetness flooded her pussy.
" My husband will be home any second, " warned Beth
"You should hope not, he's not going to want to see what's about to happen to his wife" I added dramatically
Was that a hint of a smile flashing across her lips?
Harry and I glanced at eachother, him awkwardly frozen in limbo.
I gave him a nod and he strode across the kitchen and cupped her face under her chin, lifting her face up and kissing her hard.
Oh shit this was happening, it felt like an out of body experience.
I walked over slowly, grabbed a handful of her red, curly ponytail and forced her to her knees.
" You're going to take this cock out and your going to suck it" I instructed.
Her mouth shut tight and her eyes scrunched as she shook her head no.
I gave her head a little shake, still gripping her ponytail.
" Because if you don't, we'll wait here until hubby comes home and beat shit out of him with those crowbars, and then fuck you anyway.
You're getting fucked any way we like whatever happens so it's up to you if you want it easy or hard?"
I emphasised my threat with another shake of her hair.
