The Party 145

We went to a party a little while ago. I didn't want to go, but my wife insisted, saying that we never did anything, which was a bit unfair. Still, who am I to argue?

She got us invited by flirting with some guys at a pub, and to be honest I didn't really trust them, they seemed like shady characters to me, but, as I said, my wife insisted.

The party was at a private house, quite a smart house in fact, which reassured me a little. There was loud music, some snacks, and lots of booze. We had come by taxi, so I could also drink, and we brought a bottle of Prosecco, my wife's favourite drink. We didn't need to worry about the fizz, there were three bottles on ice, so the guys obviously remembered my wife's fondness for it, and how amorous she got about half way through her second bottle.

After a few glasses for her, and a couple of beers for me, we started dancing. There were slightly more men than women, nonetheless, there were plenty of attractive women there, attached to their men, so I wasn't overly concerned. My wife introduced me to the three guys who invited us, none of whom seemed to have partners.

"Rob," Steve asked, "is it ok if I dance with Lynne, as I don't have a woman with me?"

"I guess that's ok Steve, just don't forget that she's my wife." We both laughed at my little joke.

The evening progressed, with me dancing with my wife occasionally, and the three guys dancing with her a lot. My wife kept knocking back the Prosecco, getting more and more physical with her fans, while quite a few couples started to drift off. The party was getting more and more like a male stag party.

I got talking to an attractive young lady, who seemed to be on her own, so some time went by while I was gazing down her cleavage, and I had stopped watching my wife, which turned out to be a serious error.

"I think we should go upstairs to watch the action Rob," my new best friend suggested as she walked towards the hall holding out her hand for me to follow, "I think your wife is holding a party of her own."

"What?" I asked, puzzled.

"Steve asked me to distract you for a while, so they could take your wife upstairs and fuck her brains out."

I ran up the stairs and burst into the first door I came to, but it was empty. I tried the second door, and quite a scene met me. My wife was being held from behind by one of Steve's friends, while Steve was dragging her jeans down her legs. The third friend was getting undressed, while watching the forced strip.

"Welcome Rob, please take a seat and enjoy the show. Please don't do anything stupid, we're big blokes and we're used to fighting." The biggest guy explained as he completely removed the jeans from my wife's feet.

"Please don't hurt Rob," my wife begged, "please just let us go, we won't tell anyone!"

"Lynne, you aren't going to tell anyone, because if you do, we'll cut Rob's balls and prick off with a blunt knife, ok?" He made the situation totally clear.

"Rob, sorry, I'm so rude, you haven't been introduced. I'm Steve, the guy undressing is Joe, he'll be first to fuck your wife, and the one holding her is Barry, he'll be second. I'll go last, as my cock is the biggest. Now guys, hold her wrists wide so I can cut her top and bra off."

Joe and Barry grabbed a wrist each and pulled my wife's arms wide, while Steve destroyed her cotton top with a swift slash of a terrifying knife. Her bra went next, so she was left wearing only a small pink thong, which he destroyed with two quick flicks of his knife.

Steve threw the knife on the floor and started to play with my wife's nipples, one big rough hand on each, massaging, squeezing, and pinching. Her nipples became harder, engorging, and my traitorous penis did the same.

Joe was stroking his cock with his free hand, and soon it was at full mast, so I could gauge it's size. It was much bigger than my own pathetic tool. After this day, would she even feel me inside her?

"She's all ready for you Joe, how do you want her?" Steve asked, his fingers between her legs, exploring her secret places, causing my prick to reach it's full, yet modest, size.

"On her back, legs wide, thanks Steve." Joe replied grinning widely, while still stroking himself.

Steve threw Lynne onto her back on the bed, and he and Barry grabbed an ankle each and spread her legs wide apart.

All this was happening so smoothly, and with so little fuss, that it was surreal.

"I'm sorry Rob, this is all my fault." She said, looking into my eyes with an expression of concern and worry, as though it was me being raped.

"Just for info Rob, we've all taken Viagra tablets, so this will be a long night. Barry, give some to Rob, so he can join the fun. Rob, you need to strip now, so we can all see what you've got."

I swallowed the blue pill with a glass of single malt whisky which Barry also gave me, then removed all my clothes, immediately embarrassed due to my tiny prick.

"He's got such a cute little winky Steve, I'm thinking I might like to play with both the husband and wife tonight. Is that ok?"

"Sure, enjoy yourself. Barry is Bi, Rob, so I imagine he'll give your arse a good fucking later. Don't waste your breath objecting, if he wants to have you he can, there's nothing you can do to stop it."

By this time Joe was on the bed between my wife's legs. He positioned his erect cock at the entrance to her moist pussy, and pushed straight in.

"Oh God, you're so big."

"Not like Rob's little pencil, eh? You can feel me when I'm inside you."

"Please don't say that, I love my husband."

It was good of her to try to defend my honour, but with Joe pumping his man sized cock in and out of her squelching pussy, there was no way she could deny the sensations he was giving her.

He pumped hard and fast for quite a while, licking and sucking on her nipples, which always turns her on.

After quite a while her breathing was getting ragged, and she was pushing back against him with every stroke.

"I'm so sorry Rob, I think I'm going to cum soon."

"I bet you can't make her cum like this, can you Rob? Don't worry, we're happy to fuck her for you." Joe taunted, speeding up his fucking of my wife.

I felt totally humiliated. How could I ever enjoy fucking her after this, knowing how inadequate I was.

A couple of minutes later and it was clear that my wife's first orgasm of the evening was approaching.

"Oh God no! I'm cumming! Sorry, so sorry!"

She had a fantastic climax on the cock of her rapist. I felt devastated, watching her having such satisfying sex with a man she didn't know.

Joe quickly followed with his own explosion, ramming the final thrusts into my crying wife's traitorous sex. Once he had finished ejaculating inside my wife, he took her head in his hands and started to kiss her on the lips. She tried to twist her head, but couldn't escape his amorous mouth.

"Ok Joe, you've had your go, climb on Barry." Steve ordered.

The guys swapped positions, and Barry started pumping in and out of her sloppy pussy. He was also very fit and able to pump in and out rapidly. In a much shorter time than with Joe my invaded wife started to climb towards climax again. It seemed that having lost the battle once, her mind gave in and she was just enjoying the gang bang.

"I'm going to cum again, I'm so sorry Rob, I can't help it, it's just physical."

"It's ok Sally, just let it happen."

I was outwardly reassuring, but inside, my mind was boiling with a combination of rage, humiliation and despair. I couldn't get the idea out of my head that my marriage was over.

Moments later her orgasm swept over her, just as powerful as her first, and having been given the green light by me to let go, she was much more vocal, expressing her joy at being raped by such well hung attackers.

She bounced back quickly, and within five minutes she was building to another climax. This time Barry decided to join her and they both exploded together, experiencing a feeling that I have never had, convulsing together, driving each other's convulsions. Mutual ecstasy.

This time, when they calmed down, Sally didn't fight off the kissing, but responded to it, kissing Barry back, making him her lover, not her rapist.

Reluctantly Barry dismounted from my compliant wife. His cock wasn't softening at all, and Joe was still semi erect. My little dick was still pointing to the sky, despite the cauldron of emotions boiling inside me, or perhaps because of them.

"Ok folks, I think we should take a break there. Barry get us guys some beers, and Sally a bottle of Prosecco."

"Right boss." Barry replied, setting off for the kitchen.

"I'm afraid I need to pee." My wife informed us.

"No problem Sally, you can pee in Rob's mouth."

"No please, you can't make him do that!" She begged on my behalf.

"Of course we can. Rob, would you like to drink your wife's pee, and my friends' cum, of course, or would you prefer me to stand on your balls?"

"I'll drink her pee."

"Where are your manners? Ask Sally nicely."

"Please Sally, may I drink your pee?"

"Oh Rob, I'm so sorry about all this."

"It's ok, let's just do it."

" Lie back with your head on the stool." Steve instructed.

I got on the floor, laid my head back on the stool as my wife went round to the far side, and started to squat over my open mouth. Her pussy was open and very messy and wet. White goo was oozing out and soon it started to drip into my mouth. I was close to throwing up, and I didn't think things could get much worse, but when she landed on me I was engulfed in the whole gushy mess, and seconds later her pee hit the back of my throat. It tasted far less bad than I had expected, in fact, if I hadn't known that it was full of two men's spunk, it wouldn't have been too bad an experience.

I actually was feeling love for my wife again, maybe there was some hope for our marriage. I didn't think I was going to need any beer, I nearly drowned in Sally's pee.

Eventually she finished, and lifted up a little so I could lick her clean.

"Well done Rob, that was a tough one for you. You did so well that I suspect Sally will have you doing it regularly." Steve commented.

"Don't be ridiculous." She retorted.

Barry arrived back at that moment, oblivious to what went on while he was away.

"I brought Rob a big whisky, I thought he could do with it."

"Thanks Barry, that's very thoughtful." I offered, trying to be friendly, hoping they would let us go.

"So Rob, have you ever fucked your wife in the arse, she has such a cute one, it just begs to be fucked, don't you think?"

" No I haven't."

"She wouldn't let you, eh?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Well, that's going to change in about five minutes."

"I can't do that Steve." I protested.

"Rob, please, I want you to," Sally interjected, "it will make me feel better about getting us both into this mess."

"There you are Rob, you fuck Sally's arse, then I'll fuck yours." Barry announced, gleefully.

"Roll over Sally, spread your legs and grip the headboard bars. Barry, lube her arse up for Rob."

Barry squirted some lube onto his fingers, then started to push them into my wife's unyielding anus. I felt strange, excited, a little nervous, but not at all guilty. I was really looking forward to taking Sally's anal cherry, thrilled that it was me doing it, grateful to her rapists for granting me that privilege.

I was no longer angry at them for raping her, she deserved it.

Barry moved away, wiping his hands in Sally's long hair.

"She's ready Rob. Take your time and enjoy her, don't hold back, give her arse the fucking it deserves."

"Thanks Barry, I will."

I climbed onto the bed, between my wife's spread legs. White goo was oozing out of her pussy onto the bed spread, which was already stained under her gaping sex. Her arse glistened from the lube, but the little brown hole was shut tight. She looked so desirable, and I resolved to never again accept 'no' to anything I wanted to do to her, especially anal sex.

"Sally, I'm now going to fuck your virgin arse for the first time. It isn't going to be the last time though, do you understand?"

"Yes my darling, I promise you I will never again say no to you when you want my arse, you can fuck it whenever you want in future, just please be gentle this first time."

"I'll be gentle love, I also want you to know that I'll be expecting frequent blow jobs in future."

"I promise I'll give you as many blow jobs as you want, just so long as you forgive me for tonight."

"You are forgiven."

"How sweet," Steve commented sarcastically, "please get on with it, I'm getting horny waiting for my turn."

I leaned forward, supporting my weight on my left arm, and positioned my pencil prick at the entrance to nirvana, and started to press down. The ring wouldn't give.

"Try to relax Sally, you're making this harder than necessary."

"Sorry Rob, I'm just so nervous."

I retreated a little, then dropped down onto her. There was a momentary hesitation, then I popped through. Her ring was gripping behind the head of my prick, still really tight, but holding me in rather than out.

"Oh God, you're too big, please stop."

I pushed on in, ignoring her pleas, this was heaven for me, at last I felt as though I had a big cock, not a tiny prick.

"I'm all the way in now Sally, so I'm going to start to fuck you. Try to relax, as I'm intending to make this last."

I started thrusting in and out, gently at first, slowly picking up the pace. With each inward thrust she grunted like a woman tennis player at Wimbledon, which only spurred me on.

"Go Rob, go," the guys started calling out in unison, "fuck the bitch, ream her arse."

I had never in my life imagined joining in with the rape of my own wife, but there I was, having the time of my life. The feel of her ass was superb, so much more suitable for my undersized prick. Her rear passage felt like velvet on the head of my cock.

I realised that my wife had slept with quite a lot of men before me, and that she had been stretched to accommodate them, making her vagina too big to be of any use to me, or for me to be able to satisfy her.

I knew it wouldn't take me long to climax, and all too soon I could feel the sap rising. I didn't try to delay my orgasm, I just let it happen, and when it did, it was fantastic, epic, the best ever.

"I'm going to be doing that often from now on." I announced to my impaled wife, once my ejaculating had stopped.

"That's fine, I'll never deny you." Which was music to my ears.

"Ok you love birds, time for someone else to have some fun. This will be the last act in our little performance. Rob, climb off your wife and lie on your front next to her. Now grip the headboard bars and don't let go until Barry is finished with you." Steve instructed.

My heart sank, I had been hoping that it was just a threat. My arse felt very vulnerable. I looked into my darling wife's eyes, and what I saw in them was excitement.

"Steve's going to fuck me, I'm so excited, he has a bigger cock than any I've ever had inside me and I'm sure it'll feel amazing. Here's Barry, erect and ready to fuck you, enjoy."

I felt the bed dip as Steve climbed between my excited wife's legs and start to enter her sloppy pussy.

"Oh Rob, he feels so good inside me!"

I felt Barry's finger enter my virgin anus, pushing past my reluctant sphincter, I could feel the lubricant as he finger fucked me. Soon a second finger joined the first, stretching me, getting me ready to accept his big hard cock.

Next to me my happy wife was grunting and panting like a woman in labour, squeezing my arm with each thrust, grinning throughout.

"He feels so good in me Rob, so big, so hard, so fit, I have to make him my lover, he's so masterful." I couldn't believe what she was saying, she was planning to make the leader of her rapists into her lover. She was saying that he was masterful because he just took her, clearly drawing an unfavourable comparison with me, her husband, who was about to be anally raped.

My wife was starting her approach her climax as I felt Barry on the bed between my spread legs. He rested his left hand between my shoulder blades, and positioned the head of his hard cock at the entrance to my nervous arse. He applied a little pressure as my wife got closer and closer to cumming.

"Enter him when I start to cum Barry, I'll tell you when."

"Ok sweetheart, I'll wait for your go." He increased the pressure on my defenceless bum hole, but didn't quite pop through.

"This is it," my wife announced, "I'm going to cum."

Steve kept pumping in and out as Sally's orgasm got closer and closer, there was no stopping her climax, and nothing stopping my imminent de-flowering.

"Go Barry!" she shouted, "fuck him now!

I felt all of Barry's weight behind the head of his cock. My ring was over run in moments, his cock head breached my inadequate defence and he was in me. I was nearly in tears.

I had imagined that Barry would do what I did for my wife and work his way into me, but he just drove all the way in and started pumping in and out. Fucking me forcefully, taking his pleasure from my rear passage.

"Sally, put your hand under Rob, and see if he's hard." Barry asked.

My wife, who was just lying recovering, with Steve still inside her, slipped her right hand underneath me, and, to my shame, I knew she was going to discover me hard, erect from being fucked by a man.

"Wow Barry, he's so totally hard." She started stroking my cock, and it felt great.

"Why don't you just let yourself cum darling, you know you want to."

I was willing my body not to betray me, but I could feel my balls tingling, and I knew I was going to do the unthinkable and cum in her hand while I was being fucked.

"Cum baby, cum for Sally, show us how much you are enjoying being fucked by Barry. He has such a lovely big cock, you are a very lucky little girl, cum for Sally, cum for Barry."

Then it happened. My orgasm rushed out of my balls, up my little shaft, and into Sally's hand.

"Good boy," she cooed, "fill my hand with cum."

And fill it I did, as Barry fucked me faster and faster, harder and harder, I came, and came, and came. When I finally stopped ejaculating into my wife's hand there was a pause, we all four just lay still, interconnected, taking stock. Finally Sally broke the spell.

"Lift up Rob, I need to get my hand out."

I lifted my torso up with some difficulty, as I had to lift Barry's weight as well. He was still completely embedded in my arse, and his cock didn't seem to be shrinking much.

My wife's cum filled palm appeared in front of my face.

"Lick it all up," she ordered.

I felt Barry's hand snaking underneath me, heading for my groin.

"Do as she says, lick up all your cum, you need to get used to the taste, I love blow jobs."

I leaned towards her hand and started to lick up the gooey mess. It didn't taste too bad, but it certainly wasn't nice. There was so much of it, why had I cum so much more than usual, especially having already cum in my wife's cute arse. Perhaps it was the Viagra. Hopefully it wasn't the fact that a man was fucking me.

As soon as Sally judged her hand clean enough she slid it underneath me again, but this time she didn't touch my cock or balls, but I could feel her doing something. Then I felt Barry's cock start twitching. It had never gone fully soft, but now it was growing big again, and I knew why, my scheming wife was playing with his balls.

"No Sally, please no, I can't take any more!" I pleaded, pointlessly.

"Don't be silly darling, you loved it, you saw and tasted how much you enjoyed it. Anyway, Barry is still horny, you need to satisfy him."

Barry slowly started moving in and out of my abused arse again, as my wife transferred her hand to my balls.

"Come on Steve, give me one last hard fucking. Rob, I'm going to hold your balls while Steve fucks me, and, I suspect that when I cum I will squeeze your balls rather hard. Please feel free to scream. Barry, take your time and really enjoy yourself."