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Note: this story contains descriptions of sexual acts committed by force, i.e., non-consent, rape, and bi-sexuality. If such acts offend the reader, it is suggested that one pass up this story. Furthermore, the author wishes to say that it is a work of fiction whose contents and details do not necessarily reflect his own predilections; and as such, remonstrations decrying such acts are not welcome or invited. In brief, it is written for those who do enjoy such things, and in particular the author's new friend who is a well-regarded Literotrica author. If a reader thinks of himself as "too mentally healthy" or not twisted enough to get off on such "perversions," why is one reading a story which will be catalogued under the "Non-Consent," "Gay," or "Loving Wives" genres in the first place? I know somebody is now going to assert "but 'Loving Wives' can be about the beautiful sexual and romantic relationship between husbands and wives with no third parties!" Yes, the genre does include some stories like that; but frankly, I would assert that those are very few (and boring) -- whereas most are scribed to appeal to "voyeur hubbies" who want to see their wives fucked by other men or perhaps for men who wish to fuck other men's wives, whether they like it or not.
Naturally, it is suggested that the previous chapters be read to be able to follow the plot which resumes and finishes below:
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Chapter 3:
Lew crushed Kate's tits and nibbled on her ear lobe as he recuperated from raping the young wife. After a while, he roused himself and pulled out of her violated little pussy. When Lew reluctantly pulled out of Kate, the oozing of globs of white cum dribbling down to her ass cheeks were even more obvious due to her having been shaved. He turned around and looked at Bob whose eyes were cast down in abject defeat. His fantasy had come true and his cock was hard sticking through the slats of the back of the chair to which he was bound, belying his shame. But his mind was in extreme conflict. Just how much did he enjoy seeing his fantasy realized and would he ever get past the pangs of guilt torturing his soul for having allowed this to happen to his darling wife, Kate? His mind was shocked back to the present reality when Lew got back up on the chair and instructed Bob, "Clean me up!" Bob meekly opened his mouth again to accept the now semi-hard and messy cock of his wife's rapist into his mouth -- tasting the remains of cum and the familiar taste of his wife's pussy. Surprisingly, Lew's cock hardened again and Bob realized the ordeal was by no means over yet.
Pulling his cell phone out of his pants' pocket, Lew speed-dialed a number and briefly told the party on the other end of the phone, "they're both ready -- come on over." Both Bob and Kate were stunned as this new reality dawned on them. Not only wasn't it over; but somebody else was on his way to perhaps heap more indignities and suffering on their helpless bodies.
After about 15 minutes, their doorbell rang and Lew chuckled and said, "don't go anywhere kids, I'll be right back." He walked back into the bedroom with another middle-aged man, muscular, tall, and obviously very strong. Lew, mimicking Al Pacino in "Scarface," said, "Guys, say hello to little my friend, Paul." Kate ignored this request; but Bob being aware that he needed to do as he was told, and timidly said, "Hello Paul."
Paul went over to the bed, looked Kate over from head to toe, and turned to Bob while fondling a tit, and said, "Hey guy, you've got a cute little wife here. Paul then walked around behind Bob and ran his hand down Bob's back and then squeezed and spanked his ass, saying, "nice butt Bob" -- laughing. He then kneeled down behind Bob and took his fingertips and grabbed Bob's ass cheeks and roughly pulled them wide open so he could check out what was of greater interest to him, namely the young husband's hole. "Mmmmm," he thought "now here's some primo ass to explore." What Lew had failed to mention in the introduction was the Paul was bi, and fond of saying, "a hot, tight asshole is a hot tight asshole!"