Have you ever been scared? I mean, seriously scared, like terrified scared? I'm very fortunate to only have ever been that scared a couple of times in my life. You know, being in a predicament where you don't know what is happening or could see a way out. I'll tell you this one time, I woke up with my wrists bounded behind me and my mouth duct-taped while lying in a moving vehicle. I remember it was a utility van of some sort with pieces of filthy cardboards covering the metal floor.
As if that wasn't scary enough, the sound of a terrified woman squealing and whimpering filled the cabin while the van rocked back and forth on the road. When my vision cleared up more, I saw my helpless wife struggling in the grips of a rough looking man towards the back of the dimly lit van. She was sitting in between his legs on the van floor with her back against him, her arms were duct-taped in the front and her mouth gagged with a dirty rag. The bastard held her bounded wrists up above her head and had his other hand under the top of her cocktail mini dress, groping and squeezing those lovely tits as she squirmed and cried. To the horror of my eyes, I realized there were 4 other thugs in the van, cheering and drinking beer.
What would you do in such a situation? What could you do? With a splitting headache and pain in my abdomen, I could barely remember much of the evening up to that point. It was supposed to be a great night out, something Bonnie and I couldn't have often anymore at that point in our marriage because of kids. However, that night my parents offered to take the toddlers and we gladly set out on our date night. We needed that night because we had been arguing almost every day for a while. Truth is, I'm one of those few people who can be honest with themselves and confess that sex life got boring after kids. And a bad sex life always leads to fighting.
I didn't really understand it back then, but my sex drive just dropped to virtually nothing with my wife. It wasn't because I became a father and just felt more pressured by work to provide. At the time I still enjoyed watching porn and was easily aroused. It also most definitely wasn't because Bonnie didn't look fuckable anymore. Being Asian, her body kept up well even after having kids—still slim, firm, and athletically toned with a great ass and a pair of tits that won't quit. But it was just that, see... sex is supposed to be dirty, filthy, and depraved. That's what makes it so damn good! And it is just really hard for some men to look at the mother of their children in that light.
However, much to my own surprise, watching her being tied up and violated by a horny thug had me strangely aroused despite the fact my head was killing me. When my mind cleared up even more, I began to remember what happened earlier in the evening. We had dinner at a fancy nightclub. I was dressed quite formally in a suit but no tie while Bonnie dolled up in a slutty single piece dark purple mini with a spaghetti string tank top. Standing in her stilettos with her hair up, she was making sure that evening I would look upon her as a club slut instead of a mother of two. However, it didn't quite work as she caught me checking out other women in the club. I couldn't help it, I was drunk and my eyes wandered.
Frustrated with my attitude, Bonnie stormed out after dinner and left me behind to pick up the check. The parking garage was dimly lit and eerily empty when I arrived. As I approached our car, I heard some shuffling and mumbling before seeing 2 filthy thugs holding my wife bent over on the hood of our car. One of them had her arms held tightly behind her while covering her mouth with his other hand. They had her dress pulled up to her waist and the 2nd man was busy rubbing her laced panties against her cunt. As my wife frantically whimpered and struggled to break free, he taunted, "What the fuck is a fine piece of meat like you doing alone in a dark parking garage?"
Instinctively, I shouted, "Hey! Get your hands off my wife!"
That was when a couple more men showed up from the dark. Before I could react, one of them rushed up to me and punched me in the guts. He hit me so hard that I keeled over gasping for air. Panic set in before the next blow knocked me out.
I was out until waking up gagged and bounded, lying on my side on the floor of this dirty run down van about to watch these perverted animals violate my petrified wife. Yes it is true, I've always had a fetish of fantacizing my wife reluctantly gangfucked out of her mind by a bunch of sadistic men. It was one thought that had continuously resurfaced like a torturous itch; watching her struggle and fight against her own body as she loses to her inner slut and becomes a mindless fuck meat. However, fantasy is one thing, this shit was getting real. Besides, since having kids, as I've said, I just couldn't picture her like that back then.
Some of you might think that is noble. However, that kind of attitude is actually quite selfish. I was told by one of Bonnie's friends that no matter what stage of life a woman is in, she always want to feel, look, and be treated sexy. Don't ever tell your wife that you respect her too much to have sex with her. A woman needs to feel desired, sexually desired. And truth is, she wants her man to keep seeing and treating her like his personal slut. The fact I had forgotten about this was why I hadn't touched my wife for months, leading her to be bitchy and fighting with me every day to the brink of near divorce. How is that noble?
The huge man groping my wife's tits was wearing a dirty tank top and baggy jeans with a backward baseball cap. Realizing I was conscious, he grabbed my wife's hair tightly and made her look at me before taunting, "Shit man, dis yo bitch? You don't deserve a fine slut like this."
A sudden squeal came out of Bonnie as the man roughly squeezed one of her tender nipples hard. Laughter echoed in the van from the other men as they watched her humiliation. Then with one harsh move, he ripped that dress top open and exposed my wife's gorgeous braless tits to everyone while she screamed in shame into her gag. My goodness, I had forgotten how hot her breasts looked especially when she was so helpless and vulnerable. Despite being a petite slim Asian woman, they were large, round, yet firm with big dark red nipples. The brisk cool air stung those nipples like needles as they instantly harden before our lustful eyes.
Bonnie sobbed and squirmed in panic as this pervert squeezed and sucked her unprotected girls. He was abrasive, punishing her cherries as she whimpered in despair. The more she struggled the more her tiny dress rode up her hips to her waist, exposing the full length of her long, slim, silky legs. Mixed with fear, I found my heart pounding in excitement as my cock grew in my pants. I realized then I hadn't been this aroused by my wife in months. Then the other thugs surrounded my helpless wife like vultures and molested every part of her tight body; groping her tits, rubbing her panties, and stroking her thighs, all the while she was shaking her head and mumbling through her gag, "Please... stop... I'm a mother of two!!"
