Debbie and I have been married for a few years now. She's a short thing, just over 5 feet, less than 100 lbs., but strong and with well-defined muscles (she works out regularly). She has aged well, and is often mistaken for a teenager. Her dark brown hair falls below her shoulders, and she has a cute little upturned nose with freckles running across it. Good thing I'm not a breast man, because she's really small. If she didn't have good pectoral muscles she might not have any tits. As it is, they are small swellings topped by little brown nipples that stick out like fleshy M&Ms which point outward at about a 45 degree angle, not straight ahead. They don't sag at all. Her areolas almost disappear, especially when her nipples are erect. Hard to believe she fed the kids with those things. I tell her "More than a mouthful is wasted" but she barely has that.
Great legs, though; long and strong. And a perfect ass. Usually you can get quantity or quality. She has both, and has even referred to herself as "bubble butt" in the past. Being near the end of winter, she hadn't shaved anywhere for months (she never shaved her pussy). She figures if she's not wearing skirts, swimsuits or tank tops in the cold weather, why shave? Her one-piece bathing suit left some tan lines from last summer that she still has months later. She's never been enthusiastic about sex, and usually more just tolerates it than actively participates.
The last one up before bedtime always checks to see if the doors are locked. I went up first to get ready for bed, and Debbie came up a few minutes later. She said she was tired, so I figured no chance for making love tonight. I watched as my wife brushed her teeth – her ass shakes when she does that, even through her boxers and underwear. Like I said, quality and quantity. I was in my usual pajama bottoms and t-shirt. We got into our waterbed and turned out the headboard light. We kissed goodnight, said "I love you" and rolled over to spoon for a while.
In the middle of the night we heard a noise downstairs. I offered to go down and check, but she thought it might be one of the kids, though all but one were away at friends' houses for sleepovers. "Don't bother" she said. "We're safe here." We gradually drifted off to sleep again.
The door opened and the overhead light was turned on. There stood three men – a tall one with long greasy hair and many tattoos, holding a hunting knife and a flask, a black man who was a little shorter and heavier, with a shaved head and goatee, and holding a paper bag. The third was a short guy with a baseball cap, a stubbly beard and a gun in his hand. The men were all unkempt and looked like they hadn't had a shower in days.
The tall guy told us to "Stay right there and don't move. We have knives and guns and know how to use them." I could see that they had weapons right there in their hands. Debbie gripped my hand tighter as they asked
"Where are the valuables?" the black guy asked. I told them to look in the top drawer on my side, and they cleaned out the jewelry there. They took the cash from the other side night stand, and the cash and credit cards from my wallet, in my pants lying next to the bed.
The tall guy said "Just keep quiet and don't move and nobody gets hurt" as they started out the door.
Debbie's cell phone on her nightstand beeped right then – she hadn't charged it for a while. She grabbed for it to shut it off. The noise made them turn as they went out the door and saw what they thought was her attempt to call the police.
They rushed back in with weapons ready, closing the door behind them, and the short guy said "We told you to keep still, bitch! Now you've got to pay!" To me he said "You lie still and we won't have to shoot you." The short one came over to my side of the bed and held a gun to my head.
They ordered Debbie out of bed, and she looked at me as she rolled over in the waterbed and lowered her feet to the floor. The other two pulled her up and out of the covers. The black guy held her arms as all three looked her over in the bright room light. She had on her usual gray button tank top and boxers over underwear.
The tall one said "She sure looks small – let's see what she's got." Debbie started to struggle, pulling on her arms and trying to kick with her feet. "Whoa, she's a fighter! Well, that won't stop each of us from fucking you. We'll just have to get some help."
The black man holding her grabbed tighter, forcing her arms behind her back and forcing her chest out.
"Let's take a look at those tits." the tall one said. He set the knife and flask down on the lower corner of the bed. She was still struggling as he unbuttoned her top. He got to the bottom button and pulled her top apart. Her tiny breasts stuck out, nipples hard in the cool air. Her tan contrasted with her white tits and small brown nipples. The man holding her arms moved his hold so her shirt fell to the floor.
The tall one said "Look at how tiny these are!" Are you sure you're a girl?" he asked as he ran his hand over her hard nipples. She turned her head away and looked down, ashamed of her small tits and her nakedness. "Let's make sure" as he pulled down her boxers, exposing her white cotton panties. "So far so good" he said as they all looked on. She tried to twist away as he grabbed the front of her panties and pulled hard. They ripped off and her ass jiggled for a second as it was freed. Again, her tan contrasted with her white crotch and butt, and her dark brown nether hair.
"Yup, she's a girl. Nice big ass, and look at that hairy cunt. Looks like her clit is sticking out there waiting to be stroked." he said as he moved a hand down to her pussy and ran his finger up and down her slit.
She gasped "No! Stop!" and struggled harder. She tried to pull her arms loose without success, and tried to lash out with her knees.
"Since you keep trying to get away from us, we'll need help to hold you down." the tall one said. "We didn't bring any rope. . ."
The one with the gun at my head said "Hey, let's use her man here to help us! You want to help us fuck your woman, don'tcha? You get to hold her down while we do it."
"Yeah" the tall one said. He ordered my wife "You lay down on top of him face up." To me he said "You hold her arms with your hands and hold her legs apart with your legs. And you better hold good – if she gets an arm or leg loose and hurts one of us, we'll kill you both." They pulled the blanket and sheet down the bed as Debbie continued to try and get free.
They shoved her onto the bed, and pushed her over to me. She looked at me with large, frightened eyes. I was the only man she ever made love with, and now she was about to be fucked by three strangers. The tall and black guys grabbed her hands and feet, turned over and laid her down on me. Her ass on my crotch forced me down into the waterbed. Her back was on my chest and her head next to mine.
The tall guy said "Grab her and hold her tight. You wouldn't want your wife to get hurt while we fuck her, now would you." I gripped each wrist, and as I did she turned her hands to hold my hands, our fingers interlaced. She was desperate for any reassurance she could get. Her legs stuck out straight.
"Get those legs spread" the tall one said to me. Her legs were directly on top of mine, so I hooked my feet inside her ankles, and slowly pulled her legs apart. I felt her hands tighten in mine, and she looked over at me pleadingly (her head was still next to mine). I still had the gun at my head to consider.
