This story is my first Loving Wives story. I normally write non-consensual, but I thought to try something new. This is a cheating wife story with touches of seduction and force. All characters are coincidental and over 18. As for Bobby's cheerleaders story, there will be a third and final chapter, maybe in November.
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Laura Beth had finished the inventory of the church's kitchen after the 25th anniversary of her church's founding. She was most displeased as one of the porcelain serving bowls was missing, and that was not good since it was part of the expensive set. As the self-appointed Chairwoman of the Activities Committees, it was her responsibility as queen of society to make sure all church property was present and accounted for!
After making inquiries among the committee helpers, it was determined that Victor Deswine had left with the bowl which was loaded with leftovers. He had promised to bring it back next Sunday. That trashy hillbilly would never bring it back, and so Laura Beth resolved to get it back today! Then she was driving to Florida for a week-long vacation at a luxury hotel.
"Now you be careful, Laura Beth. That Victor is peculiar and a little ornery. Someone should go with you to that trashy trailer of his," old Edna warned her young friend before Laura Beth drove off in a fury.
The ladies in the church knew that Victor, although a faithful and generous member, was also of the crudest behavior. He openly leered at the lovely ladies, whethered married or not. He even gave inappropriate looks at the teenage girls!
Laura Beth was a 29-year old prim and proper wife. Her married life was a fairy tale. Brian Remington, age 30, was the trophy husband who was a rising corporate star in the American Petrol and Gas (APG). She was the trophy wife who was a past college cheer captain, beauty pageant winner, and the midday weather girl on the local television station which was owned by her family.
They had met at a local televised fundraiser. Her Brian was the opposite of that brute Victor. Brian was of good breeding, an impeccable dresser, and charming. Although not an athlete, he did possess a high I.Q. level.
She and her girl friends said she was so lucky to have found an intelligent, loving, hardworking, sensitive man, and she was happy to give her virginity to him on their wedding night. He worked as a manager of off-shore oil rigs and so did a lot of traveling. Her only concern was that her husband was definitely not interested in starting a family. Her friends told her that he would change as he got older.
She was getting increasingly frustrated trying to find Victor's trashy trailer. The directions seemed to be inadequate. He lived out in the boonies where there were dirt roads and no signs. Finally, after an hour of searching, she finally found Victor's red and white single-wide trailer. As she surveyed his property, Laura Beth was appalled by the front-yard mess: an old, rusty, tireless car under a tree, an engine block and a broken washing machine, knee-high weeds, a fallen wood picket fence, empty booze bottles, trash, and the trailer itself looked 50-years old, younger than its' owner.
The former beauty queen and cheerleader seriously debated whether to get out the car. Was that bowl really worth it? She got out of the car, climbed the rickety wooden steps, and knocked on the door.
The door opened and there stood Victor Deswine, 5'10 and 192 pounds of rough manhood. His dark hair had a few grey hairs, and his face had few wrinkles, an anomaly at age 58. In his day he was a multi-sport athlete. Not much else was known about him other than he was retired and a military veteran.
Victor stared down at the cute young housewife and liked what he saw. He remembered her name was Lori Beth or Laura Beth, a hot-looking pompous bitch. The little gal was about 5'3" and 110 pounds. Her dark brown hair tied back with a white ribbon. Her size 2 light blue dress with white belt was complemented with tan leather strappy 3" heeled sandals.
The boorish man felt his manhood stir to life at the sight of the petite church leader.
He decided then that he was going to fuck her...hard.
If she resisted, then he would pound her into submission with his rape club.
Laura Beth looked up at Victor and immediately felt nervous. She did not like the look in his eyes which was similar to that of a wolf she saw at the zoo. He stared at her from hair to toes with a sexual hunger. She half expected him to rip her clothes off, throw her to the porch, and sexually assault her. After a minute of wilting under his hot gaze, she managed to speak about why she was stopped at his place.
"Good...uh...Good afternoon. My-my name is Laura Beth-" the church lady stammered out before the gruff mature man cut her off.
"I seen you before. You're that prissy church lady who bosses people around. What do you want?"
"Please do not be rude. I am here to retrieve the white serving bowl that you...um...borrowed. It is part of a set," she said with impatience, her nervousness now replaced by anger at being insulted by this trailer trash.
"Huh, must be some expensive set to drive all the way out here. Come in and get it out of the kitchen," he said as he turned away. He noticed she had not entered the trailer.
"Are afraid to come in, little church lady?" he said with a laugh.
"I am not afraid. It should be easy to find the kitchen, since you live in a dumpy little trailer," she retorted.
As Laura Beth walked in, she was amazed at the neatness of the trailer's inside compared to the squalor of the outside appearance. Victor was in the tiny living room, trying to install a new television. She walked into the little kitchen, but did not see it.
"Mr. Deswine, I don't see the bowl," she said as she looked around.
"It's in the top cabinet."
Laura Beth put her car keys on the counter and had to rise up on her toes to open the cabinet, but was frustrated that the bowl was on the top shelf out of reach. As she stared up at it, she heard him enter the kitchen.
"Here, let me get it for you," he said as he moved up behind her.
The high class church lady felt her body being pressed into the counter as she reached up for the bowl. Then she gasped when she felt his big, hard manhood against her butt-crack. She had always been around gentlemen, but this ruffian was taking advantage of her. She now wanted to leave immediately, but she was pinned against the counter. As he clumsily tried to grab the bowl, it seemed that he was making humping motions with her crotch.
"Leave me alone, you animal," she shouted at him.
He reached forward and over her, so she was forced to rest on her elbows. As he humped her, she was surprised that her anger was joined by a growing warm, tingly feeling throughout her 28-year old body. When he grabbed her breasts and painfully squeezed them, she screamed and reared back a bit which forced her butt back at his crotch just as he was humping back in. She felt sudden moisture in vagina and was now disgusted at her body's reaction to this maniacal pervert.
"Let me go now, or...or...I'll call the police!" she shouted.
"Sure. Go ahead, little honey. You go right ahead and do that, after you get your phone out of your car," he whispered.
When he began to kiss her ears and her neck and played with her sensitive nipples, all she could do was moan like a little slut in heat. His kisses and hands were slowly overcoming her resistance. No man had ever made her feel this way before, so hot and sexy. She was so overcome by the flood of sexual feelings that she didn't feel him unzip her light blue dress and unfasten her bra until he was kissing her bare back, and his hands were fondling her smallish breasts under her unfastened bra.
Now realizing how far she sunk, she panicked and began using her wedge heels to stomp his in-steps. He grunted and pulled away. She ran to the front door only to discover he had locked the double-sided deadbolt. She then turned towards the opened sliding glass door on the other side, but he was blocking her way, the white bowl in his hands.
"Okay little honey, obviously you don't like my fucking hospitality even though you down deep you would like to accept it. So here's my deal to you. I give you the bowl, you give me all of your clothes and stay naked with me for two hours. Then you get your dress and keys back, and you will be free to go," he offered with a big smile.
"Are...are...you crazy? I...I won't do...it!" she panted both in fear and from the exertion of resisting him earlier.
"In that case, I'll break the bowl, then come over there and rip your clothes off. After that, I'll rape you all day and toss your naked body out the door at sunset. I got your car keys, so you'll be walking home naked, in the dark, and the wolves will probably eat you," he smiled smugly while dangling her keys.
Laura Beth considered her options and realized that the only one was to submit to him.
"O-okay! I-I'll do it! But, you must not rape me. I never had sex with anyone except my husband. I'm a good, loving wife, and hopefully I'll get pregnant after he gets back next month," she pleaded.
She needed her husband now to protect her even though he was a pacifist, but his company kept sending him on long trips to various off-shore oil rigs around the world. He made very large sums of money, but he was hardly ever home.
He mused at her thoughtless revelation that her husband was gone for at least a month, and she was now ovulating. He felt his cock get hard and felt the intense feeling to rape and impregnate the little, stuck-up wife.
Suddenly, he felt desire towards her and wanted to keep her as his woman. He had to have her, and he would break her till she submitted to him.
"It's a deal. Now strip and neatly pile your clothes on that chair beside you."
"And you won't rape me, right?" she asked as she bent down to unfasten and remove her shoes.
"I promise I won't do anything that you don't really want," he said with a faint smile.
As she undressed, the little prude was unknowingly doing a very hot strip-tease. Her dress puddled around her bare feet, and she stepped out of it. She let her unfastened bra slide off to the floor. Her thumbs pulled her modest panties down and off.
He had a raging hard-on that could only be satisfied by fucking her beautiful naked body. He whistled his appreciation of her beauty. He was glad his secret video cameras were catching all of this.
"Damn, you are one beautiful woman, Laura Beth! Now turn around slowly so I can see the rest of you," he said.
Laura blushed at his words. Although she had the trophy marriage, Brian had never once ever said she was beautiful since he was the non-athletic, intellectual type. She then realized no one, other than her dad who disliked Brian, had ever said she was beautiful. Men and boys were in speechless awe of her looks.
There was no way she was getting out of here anytime soon, so she slowly turn around. Her whole body was blushing at the thought of this strange man staring intently at her athletic, perfect, beauty queen body, and at the possibility of him raping her over and over again. He put the bowl on the coffee table next to him. She moved to get the bowl.
"You aren't leaving yet. Jewelry is clothing," he demanded. He removed her earrings and watch.
