My name is John, and I am, or at least was, happily married to my wife Susan. We are both 27, having been married for 2 years before the event that changed our lifes.
We were each other’s first sexual partner, and throughout our dating years and marriage enjoyed sex very much. Susan was a petite girl, barely 5’1, but ample in the right places and with a sweet pretty face that looked younger than her 27 years.
Like I said, we enjoyed sex, but after 5 years of it I began craving for more excitement, and in a bid to spice up our sex life we started experimenting with outdoor sex. In the car at a secluded beach, in an empty cinema etc. Susan went along with the idea more because she wanted to please me then because she wanted to. However, the thrill of having sex at a strange place at the risk of being caught bought us both more intense orgasms.
One day, while driving far north to meet a client, I came across what I thought would be a perfect place, a old industrial building, sparsely tenanted, which would definitely be empty on weekends. I bought Susan there that very weekend, and we had a bout of great sex in a handicapped toilet. Over the next few weeks, we went to that place almost every weekend. Somehow, the grime and squalidness of that place made Susan very horny, and as that place was deserted she had had no qualms moaning aloud and shouting ‘fuck me!’ at every thrust and screaming ‘I’m coming!’ as her orgasm approached. Then, with our hair and clothes dishevelled, we would leave the place. Little did we know we were being watched.
On that fateful day, we proceeded as usual to the handicapped toilet and locked it behind us. We were all over each other the second the door closed, frenching, my hands groping her c-cup breasts and hers unbuttoning my shirt when suddenly, there was a knock on the door and a gruff voice said, ‘sir, please come out of the toilet with your wife.’
Our blood ran cold as we stared at each other in shock. ‘Shit’, I muttered. Susan whispered frantically, ‘What shall we do? Just keep quiet and hope they are mistaken?’ There was another knock, harder this time, and again the gruff voice spoke, ‘we know you’re in there. Please come out or we will inform the police.’ Faced with no choice, we arranged our clothes and opened the door.
Standing outside the door were 3 security guards, 2 indian and 1 Chinese. They all looked to be in their forties and were big sized with beer bellies, but most of their weight seemed to be muscle rather then fat. As they looked at me and my wife with grim faces, we knew we were in deep trouble. ‘Please follow us sir’, the larger Indian, whose nametag identified him as Ganesh said. The other 2 guards, Vikram and Alan, grabbed our arms and led us down a corrider to a room. The first thing we noticed in the room were the many TV consoles showing various locations in the building, and my heart sank as I realised one of the scenes was that of the handicapped toilet area.
‘Let me show you something’, Ganesh said, and he clicked on a remote control. All the screens now showed the handicapped toilet, but the dates spanned several weeks, and the earliest date was the date I first bought Susan. All the screens showed the same thing, Susan and I, in different clothes but still identifiable, giggling and hugging and kissing as we enter the toilet, the door closing behind us, then the moaning and groaning and Susan’s enthusiastic cries of passion. Then a lull period as we dress up, then emerge with our clothes and hair in a dishevelled state. From the videos, there was no doubt as to what we were doing in the toilet.
Ganesh turned off the TVs and turned to us. ‘Right now’, he said, ‘I could call the police and hand over these tapes to them. You’ll be charged for public indecency, not to mention the scandal if I contact the press’. Susan, being a pretty girl, always had her way with guys, and she thought it would be no different this time. ‘Uncle, please give us a chance lah, we won’t do it again.’ Ganesh just smiled lecherously and looked at his 2 friends, both wearing the same leering grins, and said, ‘Sure, if you can do for us what you did for your husband in the toilet’.
Susan and I both reeled at the thought. We were both young successful executives, an arrest and conviction would ruin our careers, not to mention the shame that would follow a scandal. But the thought of allowing my pretty petite wife to be violated by 3 cocks was equally reprehensible.
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Originally Posted by
sootongs
…..copy and paste from where one…too ang moh-lised.
I’ll take that as a compliment, since this is an original story and fantasy of mine. I guess its 20 years of english education that did the trick. Ask me to write the same story in chinese I sure cannot make it
As I struggle to come to terms with the situation, I began to weigh the consequences. If this got out, our careers would be ruined, and perhaps we would never get the same high ranking position we held. Not to mention the shame we would bring upon our families in Singapore’s traditional society. But if what happened here stayed in this room…besides, they are in their forties, at most a handjob and they would surely be satisfied. I looked at Susan and saw the same conflict in her eyes. If what happened could stay within this room, perhaps all she had to do was to put up with some groping, and perhaps a handjob would finish them off. But what if they wanted more? I pushed that thought out of my mind, sensing Susan doing the same. We looked at each other and I voiced out the decision that would change our lives. ‘You can have her’ I said in a voice I barely recognise as my own. Susan merely lowered her head in resignation.
‘Good choice’ Ganesh said. Taking my wife’s hand, he led her to an adjoining room. I followed with the other 2 security guards flanking me, and I could see the lustful look in their eyes as they watched my wife’s buttocks in her mini shorts. I was having second thoughts by this time, but events had already been set in motion and I felt powerless to stop it.
The adjoining room appeared to be the guard’s rest room. Like the rest of the building, it was run down and dingy, with only a few pieces of furniture. There was an old sofa, a dining table with a few chairs, where I was told to sit by Alan, several mattresses, and a cabinet. Vikram took a bottle from the cabinet and filled a glass to the brim with it, handing it to my wife. ‘Here, this will help you relax’. From the smell and color of the liquid, it appeared to be cognac, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew Susan had a very low tolerance for alcohol, and if that was cognac, such a big glass would surely lower her inhibitations and senses.
Susan took the glass and drank from it slowly, grimacing as she did so. Instantly her face became flushed, and my worse fears were confirmed, it was definitely a strong alcoholic drink. In the meantime, Ganesh and Alan had already stripped to their boxers and were sitting on the sofa looking with undisguised lust at my wife. Like I said, both were large men, and their beer bellies and flabby chests were disgusting to look at. Alan was very tanned, while Ganesh was of course darker and also very hairy.
‘Alright, strip for us’ Ganesh ordered my wife. Even though she was already tipsy, Susan was still tensed with shame about having to submit to these 3 disgusting men. She merely stood there, still in a daze about the circumstances, till Ganesh said, ‘you know, the police is only a phone call away’. With that, I saw the resignation and shame in Susan’s eyes as she began to take off her tank top, revealing her milky bossom encased in a lacy red bra. There were wolf whistles from the 3 men clad only in their boxers on the sofa, Vikram having stripped and joined them in the meantime. I could swear the 3 men were salivating, and Alan said’ this chick is way better then the thai hookers we fuck every week bros!’ Then, as Susan unbuttoned her hot shorts and lowered them down her slim legs, the 3 lechers were treated to the sight of her hot ass, barely covered by a g-string, emphasized like her legs by the 3 inch heels she was wearing. My wife was now clad in only a lacy red bra and g-string, with her heels still on, showing her barely covered assets to 3 lecherous security guards who had complete control over us.
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Originally Posted by
harman kardon
cctv in a toilet???
If you’ve read carefully, the cctv is outside the toilet
How bros, like my story? Should I continue?
yah lah bros, its just a fantasy, so dont nit pick on the details and just enjoy. Thanks for all the feedback so far. Bro peterpan, if my wife was like yours, wah haha think I will be in 7th heaven. But don’t think I can convince her to start swinging.
At the sight of my beautiful luscious wife in front of them clad only in her lingerie and heels, the 3 lusty security guards could no longer stand it. Vikram stood up and with his large hands cupped my wife’s breasts from behind, at the same time bending down to nuzzle her ear and neck. Alan knelt in front of my wife and lifted her right leg, letting it rest on his shoulder. From this position, he began planting kisses up and down her inner thigh, as well as licking and sucking the back of her knees. Susan, aware of the consequences if our blackmailers were displeased, did not struggle, but she kept her body taut and her arms stiffly by her side, determined not to succumb to the skillful but illicit touches of the guards. Vikram tried to french my wife, but she kept her lips shut. He merely grinned and continued sucking and licking my wife’s ear and neck, knowing she would lose control sooner or later. Meanwhile, his large hands had made their way under my wife’s bra cup, and were busy squeezing and kneading her nipples with his rough fingers. Meanwhile, Alan, who was still savoring my wife’s lithe smooth legs, was now running his fingers lightly over the crotch of her panties, teasing her pussy lightly. Ganesh in the meantime had set up a video tripod, and was catching every detail of this raunchy and sinful scene on tape.
I started to become really worried and scared now. From Alan’s earlier comment, I knew they were seasoned fuckers, and from the way Alan and Vikram were teasing my wife, I could see they knew how to handle a woman, and began to acknowledge that my beautiful wife would, at the end of this encounter, would very possibly have her sweet pussy violated by the 3 security guards.
Vikram could wait no longer, and unclasping my wife’s red bra, he pulled it off violently, and immediately resumed his rough attack on my wife’s luscious breasts. I could see her nipples were already erect from the constant stimulation and the cold air. Seemingly on cue, Alan hooked his fingers under the waistband of her g-string and began sliding her last protection over her hips and down her legs. I do not know who was more surprised, myself or the guards, when she did not struggle and dutifully stepped out of her panties. The last vestiges of her modesty were now lying in a heap on the dirty floor. My lovely wife, who had never been naked before another man other then me, was now clad only in her heels, with her nipples erect and a shaved pussy (the way I liked it), being molested by 2 fat security guards in their forties, their dark skin a startling contrast against her smooth lily white body.
Things were starting to get intense now. The constant stimulation and alcohol was really starting to have an effect on my wife. Her face was flushed, and her breath was coming in short gasps, in my experience a sure sign of her arousal. Sensing her defenses beginning to collapse, Alan lifted her right leg and started flicking his tongue around my wife’s pussy. Suddenly, he clamped his mouth on her pussy and began sucking and licking on Susan’s clitoris. She gasped at the sudden stimulation, and Vikram took the chance to slide his tongue into her mouth in a passionate kiss. To my horror, this time she did not resist, but began frenching him back furiously as well, sucking on his tongue and sticking her tongue into his mouth as well. As a final sign of her submission, her hands were no longer by her side. One hand was behind her, cradling Vikram’s head, while the other was on Alan’s head, guiding him as he began tongue fucking her slit.
And there I was, sitting on a chair, free to at least attempt to stop the violation of my wife’s tender body. It was a husband’s worse nightmare, and yet I felt powerless to do anything. My wife was being assaulted by 3 strangers, blackmailed into succumbing to their evil lust. These 3 men were old, fat, ugly, and in the case of Vikram and Ganesh, Indian, the sort of men any woman would shun. And even though it was blackmail, even though I knew her judgement was impaired by alcohol, the fact that she was responding to their vile touch send pangs of anger, sadness and…was it a perverse excitement through my heart?
Susan suddenly broke the kiss and began moaning softly. Alan’s constant probing of her sweet pussy with his tongue was finally beginning to yield results. Her body began twitching with an impending orgasm, and as she came her hands tightened their grip on her 2 violaters.
This was the sign that the lustful guards were waiting for. Vikram and Alan lifted my wife’s petite body easily and threw her onto the old sofa. All 3 of them now took off their boxers, and I saw for the first time the 3 penises that would soon be satisfying themselves in my wife’s tight pussy.
Alan had a pretty average six inches, but the gods must have given him something in return for having such an ugly face, because his cock was easily the thickest I have seen, rivaling even the male leads I’ve seen in several pornos. His cockhead, peeking out from his foreskin, looked like an angry purple plum. A large, unkempt mass of pubic hair completed the vile picture.
Vikram’s cock was not as thick as Alan’s, but it was still thicker then mine. It made up for it in length, being, in my estimation, about 8 inches. In addition, he was so hairy that if not for the length of his cock, it would probably be hidden in his pubic hair.
Ganesh’s cock was the average of his two subordinates, about 7 inches long, and while not as thick as Alan’s still thicker then the average Singaporean penis. He was definitely the fattest and hairiest among the 3, with a large beer belly hanging low over his waist.
Imagine if you can the sight before me, my petite, Chinese wife, totally naked except for her heels, her legs slightly open exposing her already glistering pussy, her nipples erect and recovering from an orgasm. And standing before her 3 large, dirty, unkempt naked men, scum you usually see hanging around coffee shops with several bottles of tiger, whats more 2 of them Indian, with their penises standing at attention and pointing straight at my beautiful wife.
Ganesh, being the leader, took the lead. He approached my wife, his penis dangling before him, and placed a hand behind her head, pulling her toward him. His other hand grasping his cock, he placed his cockhead at my wife’s pouty lips and pushed slightly. Even in her aroused and drunk state, Susan realized the enormity of the situation. If she gave in, it will be the first time she had a cock other then mine in her mouth, and this large, unwashed cock belonged to a fat ugly Indian guy who was blackmailing her!
Susan kept her lips pressed together and shook her head. Her eyes widened as she, for the first time, took a good look at the penis pushing at her lips and the other 2 behind Ganesh, realizing for the first time how much bigger and thicker the cocks were then mine. Ganesh however was not as patient as his subordinates. Reaching down, he took my wife’s nipple between 2 rough fingers and twisted it roughly, saying at the same time, ‘suck it, bitch, and if you bite you know the consequences’.
With tears welling in her eyes, Susan opened her mouth. Ganesh, grinning lustily, immediately slide his cockhead into her accepting mouth and began face fucking her with about 4 inches of his cock. Remember, Susan was a petite girl, and had trouble deep throating even my modest 5 ½ inches. So when Ganesh slowly built up a momentum and, both hands in her hair, began shoving more of his cock inside her mouth, she was already gagging and tearing by the fifth or sixth inch. Alan and Vikram meanwhile were both tugging at their erect members, with the occasional appreciative whistle at the sight of my wife’s pretty face bobbing up and down on their supervisor’s big dark cock.
With such a harsh teacher, Susan soon learned to relax her throat and hold her breath when Ganesh thrusted his cock down her throat. After a few minutes, Ganesh finally managed to get all 7 inches into my wife’s little mouth. It was a disturbing and yet erotic sight, my petite Chinese wife, her forehead resting on Ganesh’s beerbelly, with her lips strained against his thick cock and her nose buried in his mass of dark pubic hair. Alan could no longer stand the sight before him and said, ‘eh boss, give chance leh!’ Laughing, Ganesh ordered Vikram to lay a mattress on the floor, while he, with his hands in my wife’s hair and cock halfway down her throat, shifted to a sitting position on the sofa. Susan was forced to move with him, and she was now on the floor in doggy position, orally pleasuring Ganesh, who had spread his legs wide and was now forcing my wife to lick and suck on his large hairy testicles. Alan approached Susan and lifted her hips higher. Her puckered asshole and pink slit peeking between her firm thighs was now high in the air, and Alan and I could both see that she was still wet from her previous orgasm. Alan audaciously winked at me, and, grasping his thick cock, positioned himself between my wife.
When Susan felt Alan’s thick cockhead rubbing against her sex lips, she attempted to struggle, but Ganesh immediately grabbed both her arms in one massive hand and pinned it behind her, his other hand still in her hair guiding her alternatively licking his balls or sucking his cock. Alan simply motioned to Vikram, who had laid a mattress on the floor by this time, to grab her legs while he held Susan’s hips in place. As much as she struggled, how could she, in her intoxicated state, prevail against 3 burly men? Perhaps, all this while, she believed that things would not go this far, that perhaps the dirty security guards would be happy with a little hanky panky, that perhaps she could still preserve some vestiges of her modesty and pride. But Alan’s large cockhead probing at her moist pussy brought her back to reality. Lifting her head off Ganesh’s cock, my wife looked at me for the first time since we were captured and whispered,’ darling, please…don’t look at me like this…oooh!’
The oooh was caused by Alan’s large cockhead finally slipping between her moist folds. Out of consideration perhaps, or more likely because he took a perverse pleasure in watching my wife’s face as she took a stranger’s cock twice as thick as mine, Ganesh let go off my wife’s head, which she immediately laid on his lap. From my position, I could see her eyes closed and her lips pressed together as she struggled to accommodate Alan’s large penis. ‘Wah lau!’ Alan exclaimed. ‘Her cheebye is fucking tight!’ Spoken like a true hokkien peng.
Even with her pussy already moist, Alan found he could not enter my wife smoothly. He withdrew his penis completely and spit twice on it. Ganesh however had decided that, as the leader, he should be the first to claim my wife’s sweet pussy. ‘You two!’ he ordered, ‘Lay her on the bed and hold her down! I want her husband to watch when I fuck her missionary!’ Alan was of course pissed off, but, not daring to disobey Ganesh, he and Vikram lifted Susan and dumped her on the old mattress. The two of them, each holding to my wife’s arms and legs, then pinned her arms above her head and held her legs spread wide open. Her sexy pussy, pink and moist with juices, was now fully exposed for all to see and ready to accept Ganesh’s vile cock.