TAKE HER
"Go ahead, rape the bitch. Teach her a lesson." It was my husband Dennis speaking. He was encouraging his friends Jeff and Dave to fuck me.
It wouldn't really be rape, because I wanted them to do it. I've had a fantasy about being forced to have sex and my husband gets turned on by it too. We've been aroused by stories in Literotica and other forums where a wife is forced to have sex while her husband watches, helplessly. It was a dark fantasy, one of those that you think about, but don't want to actually happen.
Jeff and Dave were not going to do anything until I taunted them. "You guys aren't capable of doing anything. I doubt that you could get it up for a woman who resisted you. You're used to women who just lie on their backs and invite you to fuck them."
Jeff said, "Don't push your luck Steph." I'm Stephanie.
I said, "Luck is the only way you ever get laid."
Dave said, "You don't think we could take you? You think all that karate shit you've taken would be enough to keep two men from fucking you."
I said, "I dare you to try, you limp-dicked pussies. C'mon, rape me."
Jeff said, "It wouldn't be rape. You want us to do it."
I walked up and slapped him on the face. "Fuck you." I said.
"No, it's going to be fuck you!" He replied as he grabbed my one wrist.
Dave came up behind me and put his arms around my chest, pinning my arms against my sides. Then Jeff reached into my frilly little shirt and pulled it apart. The buttons popped off and my little white bra was on display. My nipples were hard and I knew they could see the pink color through the thin bra. The bra hooked in the front, but Jeff didn't bother to unhook it, he just pulled it apart, ruining the fasteners but more importantly, exposing my breasts. He put his hands on my tits and fondled my nipples. Then Dave reached around and was fondling my tits too.
I surprised them when I attempted to knee Jeff in the balls. I missed, but he had to move away. Dave had loosened his grip while he was playing with my tits, so I twisted free from his grasp. I stood looking at them defiantly with my breasts heaving from the exertion and the excitement.
I looked at my husband and said, "That's right Dennis, you just sit there, afraid that these guys will kick your ass if you try to intervene to keep them from raping your wife."
Dennis was watching and had his little camera in his hand, taking a video of what was about to happen.
This had all started in the years after we had been married. Dennis and I would read dirty stories, watch porno-flicks and imagine all sorts of erotic scenarios where we would substitute ourselves for the people having the experiences. There were stories of gang-bangs, threesomes with two men and a woman or two women and a man; girl on girl stuff; light bondage, exhibitionism and other things. We liked most of the stuff we read and saw and our sex was heightened by imagining we were the ones in the stories or movies. One of the scenarios was where the husband had to watch the wife get fucked for various reasons, paying off the husband's gambling debt or fucking the husband's boss for a promotion. Some stories that appealed to us were the forced sex ones, not anything violent, but where the wife was taken by a number of men against her will and where they overcame her initial reluctance and she enjoyed the sex with her husband forced to watch. We enjoyed stories where a couple was stopped by the police and the wife had to fuck the cops to avoid a ticket. Of course, in all of the stories, the wife would initially be resistant, but eventually her slutty nature would emerge and she would enjoy getting screwed.
My husband was watching these two men, friends of his, attacking his wife. By the bulge in his pants, I could tell he was enjoying it. My juices were flowing as we continued.
The two men were trying to corner me in our back yard. We have a stockade fence that limited my ability to escape and they were blocking the way to any gate or the house. The two of them were approaching me and I backed away. I kicked a leg at Jeff, a sort-of half-assed karate kick. He grabbed my ankle and pulled my leg so I fell to the ground. They were both on top of me in an instant. Jeff grabbed my shorts at the waist and pulled them down my thighs, over my knees and off my feet. My one shoe came with them. Now I was wearing just my little set of panties, one shoe and my opened shirt and bra.
I wasn't wearing much to start with. I tend to dress provocatively. Today, I had been wearing a tight, buttoned crop-top with the little bra underneath. My midriff was bare and my breasts were straining to escape my top, letting the men see a good-bit of cleavage. Below, I wore cut-off jean shorts that didn't fully cover my ass-cheeks. I have nice tanned legs and I had shaved them just that morning. As I struggled against these two men, my shirt and bra were ruined and my shorts were gone. My panties were partially pulled down and the top of my pubic bush was peeking out. The top of my ass-crack was taunting my two assailants.
I struggled to get free and got to my feet. Dave had pulled my shirt and bra from one arm and I shrugged the useless garments from my other arm as a I stood. I was now nearly naked. My breasts were heaving with each breath. My nipples were hard and my areolas darkened with my arousal. My husband's video showed me standing defiantly in the corner of our yard, covered with a sheen of perspiration. Jeff and Dave were closing in and I was defenseless.
