Athy's Long Ride

KATHYS LONG RIDE

Hi, I'm Kathy. My husband is Ben. We are in our forties, a typical suburban couple with a few kids, making it day by day.

It was a Friday night; I was dressed-up and at a fund raiser for a local charity. Ben was out with his buddies. My car was in the shop for a PM, so Ben had dropped me off and was going to pick me up when my event was finished.

The event was coming to an end, so I picked up my phone to text Ben, so he could come get me. But there already was a text on my phone. "My phone battery is dead. I've been drinking. I've arranged a ride for you. Ben." There was series of numbers referring to the ride. It was from another phone number that I didn't recognize, which made sense if his battery was dead. I was glad he was being smart enough not to drive when he'd been drinking.

I went outside to wait for the ride he had arranged.

"Are you Kathy?" A nice-looking young man approached me.

"Yes. Are you here to give me a ride."

"Yes ma'am. I'm Richie." He was very personable. He mentioned the ride company he worked for. I didn't recognize it.

"Did my husband send you?"

"I'm sorry, but the request was relayed by our office. I don't have the name of the requester."

We walked to his nice-looking SUV. He opened the door for me and I got in the back seat. I noticed another man in the passenger side of the front seat.

Richie said, "This is my brother Ryan. I hope you don't mind if he rides along. I'm showing him how the business works."

I said, "No that's fine. Nice to meet you, Ryan."

He nodded.

I asked, "Do you have my address?"

"Yes, ma'am." Was Richie's polite reply.

Off we went.

But after a few minutes, I noticed that we were going the wrong way. "Excuse me." I said. "This is not the right way to my house."

Richie said. "It's what my GPS says to take."

"Well, it's wrong. Are you sure you have the right address?"

Richie said, "Yes. I wonder if maybe we picked up the wrong person. May I see your phone to check the service number."

I brought it up my phone with Ben's text and handed the phone to Ryan.

Ryan looked at it and compared it with a tablet he had on his lap. He fooled around for a few minutes and said, "You're Kathy, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well, you're our fare tonight."

"But you are going the wrong way."

"Okay, I'll get off at the next exit and turn around."

I sat quietly. I forgot that they still had my phone. We talked a bit about the weather and they asked what I did for a living, casual conversation.

Richie pulled off the exit and rather than returning to the interstate, he kept going.

"Where are you going now? I thought you were going to get back on the interstate."

"Ryan's GPS says it's faster this way."

I was a bit frustrated, but decided to just be calm and let things work out. I'd be home soon, regardless.

But we kept going for a while and there was nothing familiar about where we were going.

"Hey, fellas! This is not the right way. I insist that you turn around right now."

Richie said, "Relax. We'll be there soon."

"Be where soon? This isn't the way home."

Ryan said, "We have a stop to make on the way."

I was getting concerned, "No we don't. I insist that you take me right home."

Ryan said, "Sorry, not gonna' happen."

I was very concerned now. "Where are you taking me?"

Ryan asked Richie, "You wanna tell her, or should I?"

"Tell me what." I demanded.

Richie said, "We're gonna take you to a little cabin and rape you."

"What? Like hell you are. Let me out of this car right now."

"Nope!" Was all Richie had to say.

I was very angry and took a swing at Ryan, hitting his ear with my fist. I realized that they had taken my phone, so there was no way to call for help.

Ryan said, "Okay, look. Don't get so pissed off. Ben hired us to do this. He said you have a rape fantasy and he wants to give you the experience, so lie back and enjoy it."

I was stunned. I did get-off reading rape stories on websites and such. Ben must've told them, otherwise, how would they know? Was this really happening?

I said, "Well, let's just forget it. I've changed my mind."

Richie said, "Ben's instructions were to not let you talk us out of it. He says you know the safe word, if you want to use it."

I didn't know any safe word. I thought and thought, had I forgotten it? "I don't know of any safe word." I pleaded.

"Ben said you'd try that."

I remembered a story where a similar situation had occurred.

Richie, still driving said, "Why don't you start by taking off your clothes."

"Screw you. I'm not doing it." I said.

We were at a stop sign. I tried the door latch, but it was locked. I tried to pull the lock button up, but it wouldn't move.

"You can't get out. The child-protection latch keeps you from being able to unlock your door or lower your window."

Shit. I was trapped. "Come on, fellas, you don't want to be arrested for rape."

Ryan said, "We won't be. We have a signed contract with your husband, saying both of you agree to this."

"I didn't sign it."

Ryan said, "Well, there's a signature on the line by your name, Kathy."

I was thinking of how to get out of this. Did my husband really set this up? It sure seemed like he did. But why didn't he tell me? I guess he wouldn't to maintain the fantasy. These guys had to tell me so I wouldn't put up a fight.

"Take off your blouse." Ryan said.

I thought maybe I could be nice to them and talk them out of this, but then the thought crossed my mind that maybe I didn't want them to change their mind. The thought of getting raped was making my loins tingle. They were two nice looking young men, not a couple of seedy old bastards.

I took off my blouse and Ryan took it. I was wearing a white bra. It was thin and Ryan was looking at me in the dim light of the car. There were some lights on the dash and a few other little lights around the inside of the car, so they could see me well enough. They probably could see the color of my areolas through the bra.

Then Ryan said, "Pull a strap down your arm and take your arm out of it."

I did. He had me do it with the other arm.

He reached into the backseat and pulled a cup down, freeing my one breast. Richie was driving slower, watching in the mirror. My nipple was hard. I was embarrassed to show any excitement at all to these two men, but it was involuntary. I was breathing more rapidly and felt a hint of arousal in my pussy. I was enjoying stripping for these guys and having Ryan fondle my breast. I blushed with the realization.

"Now take your bra off and give it to me." Ryan ordered.

I did it. I was now topless, but I still felt elegant, with my dangling silver earrings, my hair done up and my make-up still in place.

"You're beautiful." Ryan said.

"Thank you. Now that you've seen my boobs, will you take me home?"

Richie said, "Not a chance. I'm gonna suck your tits and put hickeys all over them, right before I fuck you."

Oh shit. Being nice isn't working. Why am I so aroused. I can feel my pussy leaking. Do I want this to happen? My loving husband set it up. I wondered what he was paying these guys. Should I be upset that he has to pay men to fuck me, rather than them paying me?

"Now, give me your shoes." Ryan ordered.

I flipped my shoes to him. I didn't need high heels anyway.

He told me to put my feet on the console between the seats. He began to rub my feet. It felt good. I was relaxing a little. They didn't seem like the type to hurt me. Maybe they'd just fuck me, then take me home. It's not like I'm a virgin. I've even been with other men since I married Ben. I cheated once, but told him about it later. He's had a few affairs himself. We've stayed together for many reasons, the kids. I do love him. We have fun doing things. I refocused on Ryan's hand moving up my leg, reaching into the back seat to rub the inside of my thighs.

"Now the stockings." He said.

"They're pantyhose." I curtly replied.

"I don't care, take them off."

Dammit, Ryan had a nice smile and his hands felt good caressing my legs. I lifted off the seat and pulled the pantyhose under my butt. Of course, my panties were tangled with them. What the hell, I thought. I'll remove both.

I slid my panties and hose over my knees and my skirt rode up my legs. Ryan could see my pussy now. I didn't' care, let him look. I'm not going to be ashamed of my body. I've been to nude beaches and stripped for more than a few men. Let him look. As I removed my panties and hose from my feet, my legs spread apart and he got a good look at my hairy beaver. I don't shave and have a thick mass of pubic hair and the hair is spread around my labia too. I lewdly left my legs open for Ryan. He was going to fuck me, but he wasn't going to affect my self-respect. I thought by letting him see my pussy that I retained some dignity or something. I wasn't sure.

Richie was looking too. He'd stopped the car and was turned with his brother to see my female features on display.

"We're here." He said.

I looked around and saw a little cabin with was seemed to be empty fields all around. It had electricity as evidenced by the light on the porch.

"Get out and don't run away. There aren't any houses or roads near here, and you are almost naked."

I said, "I won't fight you. Just get it over with."

Richie said, "It'll be more fun for both of us if you resist a little. We don't just wanna fuck you, we wanna rape you."

I had trouble walking into the cabin, topless, in my bare feet. The cool air stimulated my nipples. Light breezes wafted up my skirt. I was careful where I stepped and wasn't watching what they were doing. Suddenly, Ryan was picking me up and Richie was pulling my skirt off. It pulled away easily and they finally had me naked. He set me down and they both stood back and gazed at my nude body. I just stood there defiantly.

"Very nice." Richie said. I was glad he liked what he saw, the asshole.

They directed me into the house where I was going to be raped. I went willingly, no point in resisting.

Once inside, they offered me a beer. I normally don't drink beer, but I took a big swig. Then I took another and spit it in Ryan's face. I slapped him. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the bedroom. I struggled to get away, but he had me. I was bounced onto the bed and before I could move, he was on top of me. He forced himself on me, kissing my twisting face. Then, he bit my breast, not a love bite, but a solid chomp onto the side of my tit. He was devouring my tits, sucking and nuzzling. I hated to admit that I was enjoying it. I almost laughed at the absurdity of my reaction.

"Behave yourself and you won't get hurt."

I looked at him defiantly. "Fuck you." I said, an inappropriate choice of words, given the circumstances.

Ryan put his shoulders under my knees and folded my legs over my shoulders. My pussy was wide open and there wasn't anything I could do to stop him from fucking me. I felt his prick touch my vulva and then it slid right into my wet vagina. He pushed into me and with one thrust, he was all the way home. I grunted when the weight of his pelvis met my crotch. He looked at me and asked, "Does that feel good."

I said, "What? I don't feel anything. Are you going to fuck me or not."

He laughed at my disrespectful references to the size of his dick. I did feel it inside me. It was a nice size and he pumped his hips up and down, ramming his cock into me.

He said, "You're pretty wet. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

I denied it.

He said, "You dumb bitch. You believed us when we said your husband set this up. You stripped for us and now you're letting us fuck you."

I was surprised, "You said my husband... You mentioned his name."

Ryan smiled, "We work for him, at least we did until he fired us last week."

Richie chimed in, "We'd love to see the look on his face when he learns we fucked his wife."

I tried to get away, but I was completely immobilized with Ryan's prick assaulting me.

A few minutes later, I felt the warm sensation of his semen pouring into me. I realized that he hadn't used a condom. I was unprotected. Ben had been snipped. I could get pregnant from these guys.

But, darn it, I was wet down there. I was enjoying this in a perverse way. Two men forcing themselves on me. They were taking me and my husband couldn't do anything about it. I was truly being raped. I felt myself building to an orgasm. I wanted it to stop, but I couldn't control my pussy. Ryan knew what was happening.

"That's it, Kathy, come with my cock inside you. I'm going to tell Ben how you liked me fucking you."

He dismounted and before I could react, Richie was on me. He rolled me onto my stomach and slid his cock between my thighs. I couldn't stop him. His cock pried me open and forced its way into my slippery channel. He had his hands on my back, pushing down to keep me immobile. His hips pumped back and forth and soon he added another glob of semen to my unprotected cunt. His prick was rubbing my clit and it felt good.

"You're a good fuck. Your old man will be pleased to know that you enjoyed us fucking you. Your cunt is not as tight as I hoped, but it's nice."

I thought we were done. They'd both had me. I relaxed for a moment, hoping they would let me go. I'd find my way home somehow.

But Ryan was back again. He straddled my hips and I felt his revived cock sawing in the crack of my ass. He wanted me again. He'd already fucked me, so once more was no big deal.

When he put his finger in my ass and was greasing my anus with something, I knew he was going to take me in the ass. The anticipation was almost as good as the penetration. I was helpless, naked, about to be sodomized. I couldn't' do anything about it. It matched the fantasies I'd had. I'd imagined men fucking me in the ass while my husband watched helplessly. Too bad he wasn't watching.

The big head of Ryan prick pushed against my tight little anus. He was too big, but somehow, he pushed past my resistance and conquered my sphincter. I felt so violated with his dick in my ass. My husband fucked my asshole occasionally, but I gave him permission. Ryan was taking my back hole whether I wanted it or not. Once he started, I realized that I wanted it. I wanted the whole scenario of my fantasy. Deeper and deeper he went, stuffing his prick up my tailpipe.

He had to say something, "I like your asshole, Kathy. Your husband is an asshole, too, but I like yours better. Are you going to tell him how much you like us fucking you up the ass?"

I said, "If I do, he'll kick your ass."

"Well, then tell him. I want to tell him how much I'm enjoying what I'm doing now, fucking his slutty wife who's coming with my prick up her tailpipe."

I realized that I was coming. The scenario of my husband being humiliated by his impotence to stop them was part of my kink. That's all it was, but it was a powerful part of what was happening. I was coming. I told myself it was involuntary. I wanted it though.

I said, "Stop talking and fuck my ass."

He pumped away.

Then Richie presented his cock to my mouth. "Suck my dick, honey. Show me how you suck your husband's cock."

I opened my mouth and he slid his trouser-snake past my lips. I squeezed my mouth around it and bobbed my head, giving him a blow-job. He obviously liked it.

He kept talking, "When I saw you at the company picnic, I wondered what it would be like to have my dick in that cute little mouth of yours." He sighed, "It feels so good. You're a good little cock-sucker."

I had a cock in both ends, another first. The cocks were in every hole except for the hole designed for a cock. I reached under and fingered myself, helping me build to an orgasm. I was taking Richie's cock into my throat, pushing past my gullet and sliding toward my stomach while the cock in my ass moved back and forth. I felt myself on the verge of coming and then it released; a wave of pleasure swept over me as I reached another orgasm. I was wailing with pleasure as the two cocks and my fingers stimulated me. Richie was holding my head and Ryan held my hips capturing me between their two cocks. Ryan had undone my hair and was pulling it, arching my back and helping him penetrate me.

I felt the cock in my ass jerk and spurt. Ryan stopped pumping and pushed himself into me. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of a cock coming in my ass.

Then, Richie pulled his cock out of my mouth and held it while it spit its white fluid on my face. He rubbed his prick over my eyes, mixing the semen with my eye-liner. He put it to my lips and I licked a dab of his semen. He continued to abuse my face with his cock, giving me a facial. I felt the sticky semen ooze onto my nose and cheeks. My pretty face was a mess with the semen mixed with my make-up.

I laid there, wondering what was next. They'd taken me in all three holes. That's when I noticed Richie fooling with a camera on a tripod.

"You're filming this?" I asked.

"Of course. Don't you want your hubby to see you get fucked in all your holes?"

I didn't answer, so he continued. "We'll put it on the internet for your friends and family to see."

"You'd better not. You're raping me. You'll get arrested."

Ryan said, "You looked pretty willing to me. What was it you said, 'stop talking and fuck my ass'?"

I said, "Okay, just please don't put me on the internet."

Richie gave me a solid smack on my ass. It hurt. He said, "Get up sweetheart, we're going to take you home."

I meekly rose, there was nothing to cover my nudity. I took another swig of beer, washing away the taste of semen in my mouth. I tried to wipe the cum from my face, but I just smeared it worse. I was a mess. My pretty face was covered with drying cum. My hair was a tangled. My makeup was smeared. My asshole ached and there was semen dripping out of me. They had done a job on me.

Ryan took my chin in his hand, moved in close and asked, "How did you like being raped."

I didn't know how to answer. I just said, "It was wonderful, now take me home." I was being facetious, but in a way it had been wonderful. Now, if I could just get home safely. I feared they would just drop me beside the road somewhere.

We walked to the car. As they pulled away, I asked for my clothes.

"We left all that stuff at the cabin. My purse was on the back seat, but everything else was gone."

We rode for a while and I asked, "Tell me the truth, did my husband pay you to rape me?"

Richie said, "The truth? No, he didn't"

Oh shit, these guys had really raped me. It wasn't something set up by Ben. I had not resisted and even participated. What would Ben say. I rationalized that resisting would have been futile. By going along with them, I had avoided being injured. I had come, though. It was embarrassing.

Richie and Ryan were jabbering back and forth, talking about how they were going to tell their friends about fucking the boss's wife. "She really enjoyed it." Ryan said.

"I heard that." I said. "It's not true. I didn't enjoy it."

Richie laughed and asked his brother, "How many times did she come?"

Ryan answered, "She came more times than I did."

"You assholes." I said. "You tricked me."

"We told you the truth. We told you we were going to fuck you and we did and you loved it."

I kept quiet for a while. They were right about everything they were saying. Different thoughts were tumbling through my head. I had enjoyed being raped. I thought it was just an innocent fantasy, but now that it had happened, I wondered what it meant.

I was pleased when I saw some familiar scenery out my window. Ryan handed my phone to me as we approached our development. I saw it was two in the morning. I wondered what my husband was thinking. Was he looking for me; had he called the police?