Let me start out by saying that I never expected things to progress like they did. I don't know what to think anymore. My world is upside down. Let me start from the beginning. I'm a married man in my forties. I work in manufacturing, and have been for years. My wife is a couple of years younger, and we're both on the heavier end of the weight spectrum. I'm five foot seven, and she is five-one. We've been married for over twenty years.
I find her sexier today than the day I met her. She went from 97 pounds with a 32 A bra to over 200 and a 42 D. I have grown to find larger women rather enticing myself, and I have a porn stash to prove it. Albeit it's an electronic porn stash online. I only have a couple pictures of he in there that I had taken when she was unaware. I wish they were all her though. Neither of us are fashion models or sexpots, but we're who we are.
I also have a rougher side that I like to satisfy now and then, but she wants no part of it. She is totally plain when it comes to anything sexual. My stash has some rougher forced stuff in it along with some BDSM stuff. I often wished she would take part, but it's never happened.
One night after being turned away by her once more I roll over to sleep being mad that she hardly ever wants to fuck. In the middle of the night I am startled awake. I try to move, but can't. I look over to see a large man in a mask tying my wife's wrists to the headboard. I watch as he tears her sleepshirt off her before yanking her underwear down from her legs and tossing them aside. Then he walks over to me pulling his dick out, and hanging it in front of my face. It's a large black cock, and it's not even hard. He's as big limp as I am hard.
"Suck it, or I'm going to fuck your old lady."
"Just let us go, and we won't call the cops." I counter.
"I'm not going to offer again."
"I'm going to make sure you're tossed in jail."
"Wrong answer."
She shakes her head as he kneels beside her. Then he grabs her ankles spreading her legs wide. He rolls her onto her knees straddling my face, and I watch as he rubs his spit onto his dick stroking it hard. I stare as it grows to about eight inches long and thick. Then he lines it up as I beg him to stop. He tells me to shut up as he sinks his cock into her pussy.
I stare in awe and fear as he uses my wife against her will. I feel her shaking as he slams into her, and I watch as her lips grip onto his cock as he fucks her. The bed shakes, and he talks about how nice and tight she is. He tells her that he's going to use her pussy right. I see his dark cock turning withe as it coated with her moisture. I hear her begging him to stop. Then I see him push balls deep into her, and I see his sack begin to pulse telling me that he's finishing inside of my wife.
He pulls out, and some drips down onto my cheek. She rolls off laying beside me sobbing as he leaves. She eventually works herself free from the ropes, and unties me. I hold her for a long time before she pushes me away. She tells me that it's all my fault, and that I probably liked it. It's days before she even looks at me again.
Things get as close to normal as they can for weeks. Then I again wake in the middle of the night. He's standing over me with his dick out stroking it.
"Suck it good enough, and I won't fuck her."
I look over to see her tied once more. Her clothes removed, and her breasts heaving as she sobs. I sit up, and take him into my mouth. He tastes bitter, and smells sweaty. I suck him the best I can, but have no idea what I'm doing. He grabs my head, and shoves it down my throat gagging me, and making me almost throw up.
"You must either not love her, or you like watching her getting big black dick."
He pushes me off, and goes to her. I try to stop him as he licks her pussy, but he punches me knocking me out. When I come to I am tied to the bed. She is untied, and he is holding my hunting knife. He lays on his back beside me, and tells her to fuck him.
"Ride that cock, or I cut his off."
He holds the knife against the base of my dick as he watches her. She climbs onto him, and he tells me to watch as she lowers herself onto his dick. She cries as she fucks him. He uses his free hand to pinch and pull on her nipples. She cringes as he hurts her.
"Fuck that cock like a good white bitch. I'm going to fill your pussy with so much cum."
She rides him for a few more minutes before he begins to pant as he tenses up. He then makes her stop fucking him, and straddle him motionless as he pulls out her pills on the nightstand.
"Birth control? You won't be needing these anymore, but your bitch of a husband should be taking them."
He empties the packet, and shoves them into my mouth. Then he holds my mouth and nose until I swallow them. There had to be twenty of them, and I choked as they stuck in my throat.
"Listen here bitch boy. You will take one of these every fucking day, or I'll come over and use your wife more often. You also need to shave yourself. You don't make a very convincing bitch. I'll be watching."
He then pushes her sobbing body off from himself and onto me. She lays on top of me, and I feel his semen leak out of her and onto my crotch as it runs down between my legs. I hear him walk away, and then exit the front door taking her pills with him. My wife looks down at me, and slaps me hard across the face.
"I hate you. You disgust me."
I lay there tied as she leaves down the stairs. I struggle to free myself, and then when I finally am free I follow her. She has locked herself in the bathroom. I ask to be let in, but she tells me to leave. I go to sit in the living room, and watch TV until she calms down. I sit there until I eventually fall asleep.
When I wake there is a pill sitting on the counter, and my wife is in the bedroom still sobbing. I go to her, and try to hold her. She pushes me away, and walks down to get ready for work.
"Take the damn pill, and do what he said or I'm leaving you."
I take the pill, and make sure she sees. Then she walks away to get ready. I leave her be knowing that she's angry at me. She leaves without a word. I sit around the day before leaving for work myself.
Over the next few weeks there is a pill on the counter every day. She slowly begins speaking to me again, and even helps me to shave myself. I notice my nipples growing, and that I'm even sprouting little boobs. She notices, and even starts calling me the bitch.
Then about a month later I take my pill like a good boy. I go to sit in the living room, but I never make it. As I walk the room goes black, and I fall to the floor. When I come to I'm laying in my bed, and my chest is aching. I look down to see two large breasts hanging from me. I struggle to sit up, and find a note laying beside me.
"Have fun with your D cups bitch."
I call for my wife, and she comes walking up. She laughs hysterically when she sees me.
"Just keep doing what you're doing so he doesn't come after me again bitch."
She walks away still laughing. I stand up, and although it's a struggle I make my way down the stairs. I put on a sweatshirt as I leave the bedroom. She is sitting in the recliner typing on the computer and watching TV. I settle into the couch, and try to relax.
The days go by with her and me going about our lives. I tape down my new chest for work since it's rather difficult to explain why I have breasts to a bunch of laborers. She picks me out girly clothes, and mocks me when she can. Sex is something that I haven't even suggested, but would love to have with her.
One Saturday morning we sit there watching TV when two black men walk into the house, and one sits in the recliner while the other sits on the couch beside me. They just sit there staring at us. Then the one in the recliner talks.
"You look much better like that bitch." He says to me.
I recognize his voice right away. It's our attacker.
