This story was written by me after Dee requested I spice up her sex life a little. Since then things have never been the same, I am pleased to say!
My wife was gorgeous and very sexy. She'd always fantasised about having group sex and I'd always wanted to watch her fuck. Then she told me she'd always had a rape fantasy as well! I decided I'd try to fulfill all those fantasies in one go.
Dee was 40 and still exceptionally sexy, despite the birth of our two children. We'd married after a school romance, and as far as I know, had no sexual partners apart from each other. We were going dancing at a club and she wore this sexy black and pink outfit as the club we were going to was frequented by many bikers.
We arrived at the club and Dee immediately set to drinking and flirting with as many men as she could. I took up my place at the bar, and enjoyed watching as she flirted and danced with them all. She loved to dance and rub her crutch against theirs, enjoying the swelling of their loins against her pubic bone. On many occasions I had watched her excite a man to erection with her body, grounding her ass against his groin, only to jump away and abuse them when their dicks were hard, making them look foolish in front of the whole club crowd!
The events that took place this particular evening were significant as they marked the beginning of my putting the plan into action.
I watched as Dee was dancing with a particularly rough looking biker. He was about thirty five, wearing all black leathers, and obviously heavily into the bike scene. My Dee looked tiny as she strutted her stuff in front of this huge man, rubbing her tits all over his jacket as they danced. I noticed her reach down and stroke his erect dick through his jeans, and then suddenly she leapt back and began laughing loudly, walking away from him as she left him standing there. He started to chase her but his path was blocked by a bouncer, and before I knew it, a full-scale brawl had broken out, all because of Dee.
When we got home that night, Dee was insatiable. She sucked me off in the car on the way home, and couldn't get enough of my dick in bed later on. We screwed everywhere in every position. At one stage she leant over the kitchen bench and begged me to fuck her ass as she stuck a huge zucchini in her freshly cum soaked pussy. It was incredible!
I went to work the next day realising that I was living with a sexually explosive woman who obviously got turned on by taunting men in public places, using her body as a weapon. I decided I was going to fulfil our fantasies but with me in control for a change. Dee would come to learn that I too could be creative when it comes to sex.
On a Friday night about three weeks after the biker incident, I again went to the same club. I was looking for the guy who had danced with Dee and been thrown out during the fight. I found him, and with some fear and anxiety in my bones, I approached him at one of the pool tables where he was playing. I put my coin down and waited until it came my turn to play.
"Name's Steve," I said to him.
"Carl," he replied, "Your break".
I broke the balls and began playing. He was an average player and I beat him by three balls which seemed to annoy him.
"I was here for the fight the other night," I told him.
"Which one?" he said, as if he had a fight every night of the week!
"The one that tramp in the pink mini skirt caused."
"Oh that slut! If I ever got my hands on her again she wouldn't walk for a week," said Carl, playing into my hands beautifully.
"I tell you what," I said, "If you beat me I'll tell you where you can find her."
"You're on mate," he said as he looked me in the eye to see if I was serious.
I let him win the game without giving it away, and we went to the bar for a drink. I told him I went to the same gym as Dee, not telling him I was her husband, and we arranged to met there the next day at six o'clock, when I knew Dee would be working out.
We met as arranged, and in the car I explained to Carl that she had doe the same thing to me a few weeks earlier, and that I was ken to pay her back also. Just as we were deciding what we'd do, she arrived, dressed in the her g-string leotard, although wearing lacy black see through tights as well. She looked awesome. She strode into the gym like a bitch on heat, and I wondered what she actually did once she got into the weight room. She always fucked me ragged on her workout nights as well, so I presumed she was flirting as she did when we went dancing. I knew she always came home wet from either a shower or a spa, and wondered if she hadn't stepped beyond our marriage with any of the muscle bound studs in the gym.
It was really quite simple after that. Carl sat in the car steaming at the nostrils, and told me to leave everything to him. I asked him what we were going to do, and he said,
"I'll be in touch later in the week to let you know what's happening," before getting out of the car and heading off.
I spent the rest of that week avoiding Dee's advances, and waiting for the call from Carl . It came on Thursday night.
"Meet me at the same place tomorrow. Bring a mask. You'll be coming with us."
I asked him what he had in mind and he said,
