Sarah's Story #1: Anniversary Gift
Sarah and I have been married now for 2 years. The following story happened on our anniversary. She is a great lady, 25, with long strawberry blond hair, 5’4”, 130lbs, 34B titties, a narrow waist, and a killer ass. To top it all off she has almost milk white skin. As for me, I am 34, 5’6”, 150lbs, with a fairly thick 6” cock.
We had gone out for dinner and caught an early show, we were both anxious to get home. Dressing up always makes Sarah horny and it works for me too. I like showing Sarah off, the way other men look at her is quite erotic. She was wearing her favorite little black dress and I could barely keep my hands off her on the drive home.
After a 40-min drive we were both ready for a long night of fun. She was so hot she could not wait for me to park the car, she said she wanted to change into the gift I bought her. The thought of her in a black lace teddy made my cock ache. As I watched her head for the door I asked if she had her key.
Sarah just laughed, “That’s why we moved to the country.”
“You are too trusting,” I said.
Her reply was the same as always, “Locks are for honest people.”
I took my time putting the car away, figuring I would give her a head start on getting changed. When I went inside I was greeted with a familiar silhouette sitting in a chair at the end of the hall. It was quite dark, but I could see that she was still wearing the dress. I asked if she needed help undressing, she didn’t answer.
A viscous punch to the gut was what greeted me. The next thing I knew, I was being picked up off the floor and slammed into a kitchen chair. No one said a word but I could feel something quite sharp pressing against my throat. Sarah was bound to her chair with duct tape on her mouth. I tried to speak; this got the blade pushed harder against my throat and the feeling of blood starting to trickle down my neck ended my visions of being a hero. Soon after I was bound just as my wife was.
The lighting was poor, but Sarah looked surprisingly calm unlike myself. As the men started talking I was brought back to reality. There were three of them, two easily over six feet, they were wearing ski masks of some kind, and seemed very upset at being interrupted. They were discussing what to do with us and for the first time addressed me directly. The smallest of the three, who was about 5’10”, said that the only thing that was keeping us alive was the fact that we had not seen their faces.
For a moment I thought they were going to leave, then I noticed the other two looking at my Sarah. They nudged their leader and pointed to my wife. They were arguing but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I had a good idea of the way their thoughts were running and from the look on Sarah’s face, so did she.
Sarah had told me she had always fantasized about being taken by strangers, and although the idea of watching my wife getting gang-fucked was good foreplay, thinking it and doing it were totally different things.
“Change of plans,” said the leader. “The only thing we see around here worth taking is your wife.”
I tried to get up but only got another punch in the gut for my trouble. They untied my wife from the chair and stood her up.
One of them said, “Turn on the lights, I want to get a better look at our new bitch.” “
Fuck she is hot! Let’s see her ass!” Said another.
When they pulled up her dress, I could see her new thong, and that she must have shaved her pussy for our anniversary. The other thing I noticed was that she was more than a little wet. She was actually getting off on this.
“This bitch wants it!” Said the tallest man.
“She is dripping,” said another.
They pulled the tape off her pretty little mouth and she let out a scream. They spun her around to face me, she only looked at the floor. I felt terrible; this was getting way out of hand.
The leader spoke again, “What’s your name bitch?”
“Sa, Sa, Sarah,” she finally got out.
“Well Sarah,” said the leader. “Take a good look at your husband, because if you don’t perform like a good little slut. You will never see him again.”
The blood drying on my neck was enough to convince her he was serious.
“Now here are the rules.” Said the leader. “First. I am not wearing this fucking ski mask all night, so you need to get blindfolded.”
With the other two still holding her, he cut a long strip from her dress.
He spoke again, “You will do what you are told, with no argument or he gets cut! Every time you refuse us anything he gets cut! Understand?”
She nodded. “Now most important. Pay attention bitch! If that blindfold comes off for any reason I will kill you both! Got it?”
She nodded again. “Tell me you understand!” Said Tom.
“Yes, I understand.” Sarah replied with fear in her voice.
“Good.” Tom said. “Then you both just might live through this. I am going to untie you now, stand perfectly still.” With that he went behind her and cut the rope on her hands. “Good, good. Now take off that dress!”
She started to hesitate; the knife was again at my throat. I had never seen her strip so fast! She stood there in her bra and thong. Tom spoke again, “Much better. Now take one last look at your husband; if you do what you’re told he will look the same when we’ve finished having our fun.”
The blindfold went on, and she was led to our bedroom.
A moment later, Tom and one of the other men came back out of the bedroom and closed the door. He removed his mask and knelt down beside me. “Well?” He said, “Is this what you wanted? … Oh yes, I forgot.” he said, and ripped the tape from my mouth.
“No you mother fucker that’s not what we agreed on at all!” He struck me in the stomach again.
“Shut up! Or the tape goes back on!” Tom paused for a moment. “You paid me to make your wife think she was going to get gang raped, is that not what you said her fantasy was?”
I nodded; I could barely breathe, let alone speak.
“You wanted her blindfolded and horny? Well, she looks pretty horny and blindfolded to me.”
I nodded again. “What did you hit me for?” I said.
“Burglars are not nice people Mr. Slader, she had to believe you were in danger, so you had to be scared. You looked way too smug when you walked in, she would have known it was a setup.”
[Yes, I am a bastard. I did hire Tom. I saw an ad on line, and foolishly called. I thought this would be hot and nasty, and give her a real thrill, but this has gone too far. It was time to end this little drama. The actors have been paid, and well paid I might add. I just need to find a way to end this so that Sarah does not divorce me.]
Tom slapped me across the face, “Pay attention dumb fuck! I’m not through talking!”
“Ok, ok!” I said, “This is over! You guys have to leave! I paid you and you did your job, now untie me and get out of my house!”
Tom smiled a slow, evil smile and re-taped my mouth.
“Well as I said, there has been a change in plans, they have been changed since we saw the pictures of your wife. Now do you want to watch or do you want to be left out here?” Tom did not wait for a reply. They picked up my chair and carried me into the bedroom.
Boy was I in for a surprise! There was my wife sitting on the side of our bed, still blindfolded. Beside her was a very large and very naked black man. Tom spoke to her and told her she was doing fine and that if she kept up her end of the bargain everything would be all right. “We are going to have fun tonight.” Tom said, “You are going to be our little fuck toy. We moved your husband to the living room, and turned on the stereo. He will not be able to hear you. So relax and let yourself enjoy this.”
“You’re a fucking bastard!” Sarah said.
“Yes I am dear, now take off your clothes!”
When she took off her bra, the room became suddenly brighter. That’s when I noticed the two cameras, and the four other men, seven altogether. That fucking bastard! I could not believe it! Not only was this fucker going to rape my wife, he was going to film it! And I could do nothing but watch. How could I have been so stupid?
These guys were pretty big, all 5’10” or taller. And being in a chair a cock height. Let’s just say that they all looked pretty well hung. One other thing that I noticed was that Tom and I were the only white guys. Tom’s voice brought me back from my daze.
“Time to play dear.” Tom said. “Get on your knees”
I then heard something that really surprised me. My wife shyly asked, “Are you sure he can’t hear us?”
“Yes I am sure.” Said Tom.
(Tom was quite a convincing performer)
“And you will let us go when you are done?” She asked.
“You have my word,” said Tom.
“Then give me some cock!” Said my wife.
With that, Tom pushed her to her knees and she ran her hands up his legs until she found his hardening cock. Sarah is a great cocksucker, and now seemed to be no exception. I did not think she could put that much cock in her mouth! Tom’s cock was thinner than mine, but it was at least 8” long.
The black man beside her said he wanted to eat some pussy while it was still fresh. Tom pushed her head off his cock with a loud pop, “Up on the bed dear.” he said. She complied quickly.
“Now lay down on your back and spread your legs bitch!” Said the black man.
She seemed very willing, I have never seen her so wet. He grabbed her by the sides of her milky white ass and started lapping her pussy like an old dog. “This is fine eating pussy.” He said. “Did you shave it just for me?”