Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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Part 1: The Discovery
I sensed something was wrong as I got closer to the house. I had left the youngest kids at summer camp where I was with them as a parent chaperone, and was driving 45 minutes back home because I had forgotten the sleeping bags that we brought for the cabins. It wasn't cold or anything and the kids had extra blankets and didn't seem to mind the first night, but I thought they should have them just in case.
Perhaps there was also another reason I wanted to go back home while the kids were at camp as well. My husband John had decided to stay home while I took the kids to camp for the week because he needed to get some extra work done. Or so he said. The question had been bubbling in my subconscious since he first told me and as I drove back home I slowly became more aware of it. I tried to block the thoughts out of my mind but I grew increasingly anxious.
I had met my John in high school when I was 17 and he was 18. We had our oldest of three children a year later and had been married for almost ten years. He wouldn't betray me. We had a good marriage. I loved him and he loved me, I reassured myself. As I finally arrived on our street, an unfamiliar car parked across from our house caught my eye. I tried to get my mind off it but I was so distracted by it that I made an overly abrupt turn and skidded over the curb into the driveway. After turning off the car I tried to take a few deep breaths, again telling myself there was nothing to worry about.
But then I couldn't hold myself back anymore and got out of the car and hurried up the front steps and unlocked the door as quickly as I could. At first I didn't see anything and stepped inside, and then I saw John coming down the living room stairs to the second floor... with just his boxers and a t-shirt on, looking like he had just climbed out of bed. And maybe he had just climbed out of bed I thought, it was still before noon. Then I saw her.
She was thin and curvy, blonde hair, perky tits, and looked not a day over twenty while I was thirty and looked it. And she was wearing lingerie style panties and a top. I was shocked and heartbroken as I looked from her to him in disbelief. My husband stared at me coldly and the other woman gave me a taunting smirk before coming quickly down the stairs, past John, and toward me. I was trembling and shaking but started walking backwards toward the door as tears began to stream down my face.
"Where you going to, bitch?" I heard the woman say behind me as I turned around and then to my shock I felt something smash against the back of my head that knocked me to the floor. Before I knew what was happening she was on top of me, wrestling me down with a surprising amount of strength.
I tried to fight back, wildly flailing, and cried for her to let me go and then I cried for help and my husband, but she started smacking and pummeling me. I couldn't believe what was happening and my mind went into panic mode and it felt like I briefly passed out. The next thing I knew I was naked and being hog-tied with rope on the bed, on my stomach with my arms and feet behind my back.
"Wakey, wakey," I heard the blonde woman's taunting voice again. I noticed she had a foreign accent, possibly Russian. She now pulled my head up by my own hair to look at her as I lay helpless, naked, and hog-tied on the bed. I grimaced up at her with a look of sheer misery and she smirked at me again and lightly slapped my face a few times with the back of her hand. The tears welled up in my eyes and I started sobbing again as I saw John come over behind her and put his hands around her waist. He was naked and his cock was erect while she was clad in the same lingerie underwear and top.
She turned toward my husband and they both hugged and made out in front of me. "How could you do this to me?!" I suddenly shouted through the tears but my voice broke. "How could you do this to me, John?" I repeated again and again.
In answer to my cries, the blonde witch cackled and seemed to kiss my husband more passionately. I couldn't look away. I tried to make eye contact with my husband but he couldn't seem to fully meet my gaze.
"Look at me, look at me, John," I begged him.
"Look at you?" the blonde witch sneered back at me with her foreign accent. "A frumpy old hag like you? No, no, your husband would much rather look at a hot, attractive, gorgeous blonde model like me." As she said this she reached over and grabbed my husband's hard dick and began to stroke it. "Do you see how much your husband likes me?" she said.
Then she got on her knees and began to suck his cock right in front of me. She slobbered all over it and then deep throated him all the way down the way they did in porn. Soon she glanced back at me again, her face dripping with saliva and pre-cum in front of his engorged cock. "This is how you properly suck a cock, silly little American wifey. Your husband just couldn't resist it ever since he met me at the strip club."
"No, no," I sobbed.
"Yes, yes! Your husband wanted a younger woman and now he has got me, a girl who knows how to properly suck a man's cock." She turned and gave his cock two more long passages down her throat before coming up for air.
She caught her breath before standing up and approaching me again on the bed. I struggled in my ropes, trying to get free. "You can't do this to me," I sobbed. "This is kidnapping and assault. You'll both go to prison!"
"You think anyone will believe you, silly bitch?" the witch cooed back. "I didn't hit you hard enough to leave any serious bruises. You can't prove shit, stupid bitch."
I was heaving with sobs now. "How could you do this, John? After all I've done for you. I gave my whole life to you, I bore you three children, and I was a good mother, wasn't I? Why would you do this? Why like this? Why? WHY?!"
John made brief eye contact with me but then looked away again. But the witch looked me dead in the eyes and smiled. "He's leaving you, silly bitch, and he's divorcing you. But you're not getting much of his fucking money because you were stupid enough to sign a prenup all those, what, ten years ago? Your hubby told me. So that means you'll get child support but most of his money will still go to him, and me. And you better believe he'll be making me pregnant soon. Then my kids will inherit all the money and yours will be left with nothing!"
"What, John? How could you do this?! If you don't love me, don't you at least love our kids? How could you do this to our family, you fucking bastard?" I screamed again through my heaving sobs.
The witch grabbed my hair again and lightly backhanded my face. "He don't want an old bitch like you anymore. You're too old. Cry about it. See if I care. I'll drink your fuckin' tears and then I'll fuck your man until we both cum right in front of you." Then she pushed me onto my side and started running her hand over my face, then suddenly put her fingers into my nostrils dripping with snot from my runny nose caused by all the crime.
"Look at you, you gross bitch," she continued. "Look at all this fuckin' snot you got coming out of your nose." As she said this she smeared the snot from my nose and lip over the rest of my face. "You gross fuckin' bitch. Eat your fuckin' snot," she said as she pushed the mucus under my lips.
Then she reached over to pull John closer to her as she still held up my head with her other hand. She sucked on his cock again in front of me and then had him put it inside her pussy from behind while she gripped my head in her hands as I sobbed and was still tightly restrained by the bed on the ropes. She moaned with relish as he entered her, and when I looked up at John fucking her he looked down at me coldly, and I looked away in shame and humiliation. All the same time, the blonde witch kept cooing and cackling at me as she clasped my head in her hands and put her own head inches from my face.
As he fucked her, she wiped the snot from my face with one of the sheets and then aggressively kissed me. Not a loving intimate, kiss, but a terrifying, dominating kiss right on my mouth and she wormed her tongue deep inside as if raping me. When she pulled away and saw my expression she leered at me and spit on me, then backhanded my face again. "Never kissed a woman before, bitch wife? Well now you have. That is the mouth of your husband's mistress and future wife."
I kept crying and after a bit they changed positions so I could see him entering her pussy while she continued to look to the side and taunt me. As I cried, she mimicked my crying. "Are you sad that I'm destroying your family, all because your husband just couldn't resist my younger and prettier pussy? Poor bitch wife, poor, poor, little bitch wife. And you will be fuckin' poor for real because I'm getting all his money and hardly any will be going to you or your brats."
I kept trying to ask my husband why he didn't love me and our kids anymore, but he wouldn't answer. "I hate you, I hate you so much, you fucking bastard," I screamed. She continued to laugh gloriously in my face, as if drawing energy from my misery.
Finally after what must have been about ten minutes John came inside her and they both moaned loudly together. I could see John's dick pulsing as he emptied his balls deep inside her tight, shaved pussy. I felt so jealous and angry I couldn't even cry anymore.
The witch now turned again toward me. "Now your husband has made me pregnant for sure," she said. "But... since you look soooo sad, I'm going to give you a special chance to try to stop me getting pregnant by sucking your husband's cum right outa' my cunt!" She cackled and lunged toward me. I shuddered in fear and sobbed.
"Please just stop, you're fucking psycho," I yelled.
"Yes, I am a fucking psycho crazy bitch. That's why your husband likes me so much. I'll do all the crazy shit your prudish ass would never do. I suck his cock deep throat style like a porn star, and I let him do anal, you name it, bitch." She made a fake sad face to mock me, and then pushed me over onto my back with my arms and legs still hog-tied and straddled on top of me.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," she sneered as she glanced back toward my husband who was stroking his cock still after having cummed inside her. He looked at me. He looked a little guilty but also had a coldness to him that I had never seen before. The betrayal was unbearable and my eyes overflowed again with tears and I had to look away.
She slapped my tits a little and then scooted forward so she was kneeling over my face and demanded that I lick my husband's cum out of her pussy. I pursed my lips and refused, but she sat down on my face harder so I couldn't breath and told me if I didn't start sucking she wouldn't get up at all. I resisted some more but eventually desperately started sucking when I couldn't breath. She eased up again as I did so.
"You little lesbian bitch," she said. "I'm gonna make you my little lesbian bitch from now on. Your husband will fuck me and cum in me, and then you'll lick me up afterward, then go back home to some crappy apartment with your little brats while I go home to a nice big house with all the kids your husband will have with me. How does that sound, poor bitch?"
I was too out of breath and exhausted to respond by this point. She finally got off me but then pushed me back on my stomach and toward the edge of the bed so my head was hanging off. I struggled and tried to push myself away but she told John to hold me down. John actually seemed hesitant at first and said "Don't you think this is a little excessive, Svetlana?" But she said no and that if he really loved her then he must prove his devotion to her by doing this for him.
I begged John not to do this and that I knew he wasn't truly evil and to call the police, but he did do it. He climbed onto the bed and held my naked, hog-tied body in place from behind while Svetlana pushed her cunt into my face again. She put a finger inside her herself and fished around. "I think you came too deeply in me and not much came out on her face," she laughed to John. "I gotta dig it out for a minute. Or maybe you've already cum in me so many times today and last night that you're a little empty," she added.
