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We are called back, and unless we comply Ganesh releases the gangbang tape of my wife. We return and my wife and I are forced to perform even more depraved sex acts.
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I discover my wife has gone back to find ganesh of her own will.
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My wife, with the help of ganesh and his friends, fulfill her darkest fantasies on our marriage bed!
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Ganesh whores out my wife to pay for gambling debts.
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anal sex and double penetration
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more humilation
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building up to even more perversity in arc 3
Alan, with a lecherous grin on his ugly face, was a hideous sight. His fat body was covered with sweat from his previous exertions, even his bald head was gleaming under the fluorescent lights. His cock, fully erect now, was glistering from my wife’s juices, and sticking out from his dark mass of pubic hair. Worse was his body odor, which I could smell mixed with the odor of Vikram and Ganesh, as well as the smell of sex hanging in the air. But my wife, with her legs spread invitingly open, was looking at him like he was a young hunk, the look of lust in her eyes was that palpable.
Alan knelt between my wife’s leg and lined up his cock with her now thoroughly wet pussy, but like Ganesh he wanted to further humiliate my wife and prolong his own perverted pleasure. ‘xiao mei mei, you want uncle Alan to fuck your cheebye anot?’ The tension in the air was high, as every one waited to see if my wife would submit again to our vile blackmailers. Alan in the meantime was using his large cockhead and rubbing it against my wife’s engorged clitoris in the circular motion.
I wondered what was going through my wife’s mind at that moment. Susan was born to a upper-middle class family, both parents high flying executives. Twice yearly vacations on first class seats, fine dining, branded clothes, being chauffeured around, she had it all. With her cutesy pretty looks, she pretty much got anything she wanted in life. Even with me, she usually expected to be dined and wined, and when we made love it was usually on our posh king sized mattress, with the lights dimmed and the aroma of scented candles in the air.
But here she was now, lying on a dirty mattress in a dilapidated building, the harsh fluorescent light in her eyes and showing every curve and contour of her petite sexy body to 3 strangers. 3 strangers, which she would have shunned on the street as being ‘dirty, old, fat, low-class, but who had just took turns to fuck her and dump their hot cum into her fertile womb. Whats more, she had enjoyed it, and had just begged to be fucked like a slut in front of me. And now, she was lying on her back with her legs spread wide open, practically inviting Alan to fuck her again. How horny must she have been to willingly be degraded in such a fashion? Was my sweet wife, who looked so virginal and angelic on our wedding day, actually a raving slutty nymphomaniac?
Alan was in no hurry. He was now rubbing his cockhead up and down her pussy lips, while he continued rubbing her clitoris with his stubby thumb. Susan, driven by lust, was now groping and caressing her own breasts, and rubbing her nipples to a rubbery stiffness, while arching her back and moving her hips in rhythm with Alan’s finger. After a few minutes of this, my wife realized she could not get any satisfaction unless she succumbed to Alan’s sick game. ‘ Uncle Alan…’she moaned, ‘please fuck my cheebye with your cock…I want to cum…’
‘Sure anot ah girl…don’t say I force you one hor…’
‘No uncle Alan…I want to be fucked hard by you…I want one…’
‘Your husband here leh…you not shy meh?’
‘Don’t care him…uncle…just fuck me like I’m a prostitute…uncle you are very big and strong…
‘wah uncle paiseh leh…uncle ask his friends all come and fuck you can anot?’
‘yes uncle…ask all of them to come fuck me…ask them all come my house and fuck me hard and cum all over me…ok?’
‘you say one hor…k lah you so pretty uncle also cannot say don’t want…you ready for my big hotdog…?’
‘Uncle you very naughty…please fuck me with your big hotdog…I want to cum already…’
The lewd coupling between Alan and my wife was about to begin. It was an unbelievable sight, my sweet, pretty, fair and lithe wife beneath Alan’s grotesquely obese body, dirty and oily with sweat, spreading her legs and begging to be fucked. As Alan began to slowly slide his thick cockhead into my wife’s pussy, Ganesh and Vikram let out a low whistle at the sight of my sexy wife’s submission. My wife arched her back and clutched at Alan’s arms as she felt his massive manhood providing her with much needed relief. ‘oh…uncle…slowly…you are so thick…my cheebye fills so full…’ she moaned as Alan’s cock began disappearing into the depths of my wife’s warm, willing pussy.
Alan finally got his entire cock in and began fucking my wife in a slow rhythm, letting her get used to the massive intruder now violating her. With his initial lust sated, Alan had no intention of cumming quickly, and was determined to prolong the sensation of his thick cock rubbing against the velvety walls of my wife’s pussy as long as possible. With my wife now a willing participant, Alan was able to use his ‘sword’ skills to full effect.
Alan began to quicken and vary his rhythm, sometimes only slowly fucking her with his massive cockhead, which made my wife crave for more, moaning ‘uncle don’t like that…deeper please…’, then suddenly intensifying his thrusts and slamming his whole cock repeatedly into my wife’s pussy. This sent my wife into a complete state of ecstasy. She could only lie there, hands clutching at the mattress, her eyes glazed with lust and her mouth hanging slackly open, her breathing in short gasps as Alan fucked her hard and fast. I could see Ganesh’s cum dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. As she felt an orgasm approaching, she began chanting, ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck…I’m coming….fuck fuck…’and moving her hips up and down. Alan, sensing Susan’s orgasm approaching, placed her legs on his shoulder and, bending my wife almost double, began fucking her even faster. The sound of his belly and hips slapping against my wife’s inner thighs and buttocks was intensifying with every second, as was my wife’s constant screaming for Alan to fuck her faster, that she was going to cum soon. When her orgasm finally hit, it was the biggest one yet. Her eyes literally rolled back in her sockets as she shuddered and spasmed for almost 20 full seconds. I could literally see the lithe muscles in her thighs and buttocks twitching under Alan’s bulk. At that moment, I wondered if she had ever had such an intense orgasm with me, and realized that I would probably never be able to satisfy her again.
My wife, recovering from her orgasm, looked lovingly up at Alan and put her hands around his head, pulling him closer to french him. Alan said, ‘eee yur ah girl ah your mouth got my boss cum don’t want lah!’ Giggling like a school girl after her first orgasm, Susan pulled his head down anyway and began nuzzling his neck, planting little kisses on his cheeks, ears and neck. Just like she would do to me after we had particularly satisfying sex.
But Alan was far from satisfied. He lifted my wife suddenly, who gave a little yelp of surprise. ‘Come, ah girl…bend over at the table and spread for uncle…’ My wife walked over to the dining table, her pert buttocks and thighs emphasized by her heels, grabbed the edge of the table and bent over, making sure to arch her back and thrust out her buttocks as far as possible, presenting a sight no straight man could resist. Her legs slightly apart, her pretty pink pussy peeking out from between her thighs, my wife looked back at Alan and licked her lips slowly…
How could Alan resist this invitation? My wife was probably the prettiest and most willing girl he had ever fucked, and here she was begging to be entered from behind. He stepped up behind her and with his 2 meaty hands grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart as far as possible. Then, with no regard to my wife’s comfort this time, he slammed the entire length of his cock inside. The next 15 minutes was fucking of the most intense and lewd proportions, the slapping sound of flesh against flesh, the quivering of my wife as she came repeatedly, my wife squirting, something I have never managed to accomplish, Alan’s panting as he approached orgasm, my wife’s repeated screams to be fucked harder, that Alan’s cock felt so good and thick inside her, all this combined to form the most lewd and yet erotic sight I have seen in my life. It was the most intense porn bought to life in front of my eyes, my wife the main actress, and I was a willing audience.
Alan finally let out a loud groan and, stiffening, came again inside my wife. Despite his impressive fucking prowess, he was still a middle aged man, and he collapsed exhausted on the sofa next to Ganesh, panting heavily and with a huge grin on his face. My wife remained in the same position, her hips thrusted out lewdly, as Alan’s semen began slowly dripping out of her, pooling with the large pool of her own love juices that had formed between her thighs. I couldn’t see her face, but I can imagine the glassy eyed look of satisfaction and bliss on it. Have I not seen it many times in our 5 years together? Would I ever be able to bring on that look on her face again?
Thanks for all the feedback and suggestions bros. I do plan to have my wife forced into even more lewd and degrading sex acts in the future, but, as I’m sure bro peterpan will tell you, its not just the sex, but the humilation, the ‘wrongness’ of it, that is the real turn on.
In my next few story arcs, I have a few rough ideas.
Am looking forward to more suggestions like these.
Keep the feedback and suggestions coming! They really inspire me to write more!
It was finally Vikram’s turn to fuck my wife again. Being a couple for so long, I could read my wife’s mood easily, and I could sense that, instead of wanting to be fucked hard and fast like a common whore, she now wanted to be fucked slowly and passionately, to be made love to. Of her own initiative, she walked over to the small attached toilet in the corner. 4 pair of eyes followed her every step, watching her slim legs in her heels, her swaying hips, her taut buttocks. And of course, there was no mistaking the glossy sheen coating her inner thighs, a mixture of cum and pussy juice flowing out of her ravaged pussy. In the toilet, we could hear running water, then the sound of gurgling and spitting. She must have been rinsing her mouth clean.
Coming out, my wife grinned at Vikram and beckoned to him, deliberately emphasizing the sway of her hips as she walked back to the mattress, Vikram, grinning like an idiot, followed her. For the sixth time that day, my wife lied down and spread her legs for a stranger to fuck her. As Vikram slide his long penis into her, she hugged him close and whispered, ‘take it slow k….treat me like a lover…’ Vikram was of course happy to do so. Looking into my wife’s eyes, Vikram began to slowly pump his cock in and out of my wife’s pussy, making sure to maintain eye contact. My wife’s legs wrapped around his dark buttocks, guiding his thrusts into her, while her hands were wrapped around his hairy back, clutching him close to her like a lover.
As their love making intensified, my wife and Vikram began frenching softly and passionately. This was not fucking, but love making. My wife’s body was tightly and eagerly pressed against Vikram’s. They were frenching, then nibbling on each other’s ear. Vikram would occasionally bend down and take my wife’s pink nipple into his warm wet mouth, and Susan would thrust out her breasts and let him, while she ran her hands through his hair. Then they would resume frenching again, and the whole would repeat itself. Throughout, Vikram never missed a single stroke as he drove his penis into my wife, touching and arousing the deepest parts of her pussy. Their bodies were soon covered by a thin sheen of sweat, Vikram’s body gleaming darkly as if he was oiled, while thin pearls of sweat formed and ran down the luscious curves of my wife’s body. The previous fucks were hard, fast, animalistic, pure lust. This was slow, loving, passionate, toe curling love making, a ritual that should be shared only between 2 people in love. I closed my eyes, not willing to watch my wife betray me completely, both physically and emotionally, as she gave up her loving pussy to her vile intruder.
They came simultaneously, Vikram stiffening as he dumped the final load into my wife, my wife clutching her Indian lover even closer as she moaned softly. She gave him one more passionate kiss before Vikram rolled off her, lying next to her on the mattress and breathing heavily. I have never seen my wife look more sexy and wanton. Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed, and as she panted her c-cup breasts, heaving up and down emphasized her erect nipples. Her legs, slightly open, revealed her pussy, previously trim and tight. It was now a ravaged mess, the pussy lips spread and flared open with arousal, glistening with her wetness, and a trail of cum flowing from the slit down to her asshole.
Our blackmailers had finally sated their lust on my wife. But it seemed that they had more in store for us. Ganesh connected the camcorder to a TV, and the scenes of lust and debauchery replayed itself on the small screen. With some video editing to remove the first part, no one would believe my wife was not a willing participant. Ganesh grinned at us and said, ‘give us your handphone numbers and address, get dressed, and you can go. But if we call you back and you don’t obey, this tape immediately gets copied and goes on sale, understand? Susan and I could only nod meekly as our blackmailers, laughing, got dressed and left the room.
I helped Susan get dressed, and when we left our first stop was the pharmacist, where Susan bought some after morning pills and took a double dosage just to be safe. As we drove home, the tension in the car was palpable. I had not looked my wife in the eyes since we left the factory, and I wondered what was running through her head. Scenes of my wife’s ravishment ran through my head as I struggled to come to terms with her wantonness. And even as I wondered what Ganesh had planned next, the look of lust on my wife’s face throughout the rape, her cries of pleasure as she arched her back and came with the vile men, her pleas to be fucked hard like a whore, how she spread her legs willingly to accept the men’s cocks, all this ran through my head. I knew then that our life had taken a perverse turn.
End of part 1
Next story will be slightly delayed as my router is spoiled and I have yet to get a new one. In fact, I uploaded the last few parts at my in-laws house. Can you imagine…
Arc 2 coming soon. In it…
Over the next few weeks, our life returned to a semblance of normality. At least in the day. We went about our daily schedules which kept us busy and out of the home most of the time, but the nights…the nights were different. We were like 2 strangers living in the same place, sharing the same toilet, sleeping on the same bed. For a fortnight after the incident, every time I felt like comforting my wife, or to ask her how her day was, or simply to put an arm around her when we slept, images of her spread eagle with Ganesh, Vikram and Alan thrusting her cocks inside her while she reciprocated their lust with ardor would run through my head and I would stay my hand. We usually made love at least once a week, but that stopped as well. I got through with plenty of lube and my own hands, but to my perverse surprise, more often then not as I came it was to images of my wife being fucked senseless by the three security guards.
One day, about a month after the incident, we received a package in the mail. In it was a sealed envelope, some clothes in clear plastic wrap, and a dvd. When I took out the clothes, my wife actually blushed. It was a pleated skirt that was so short it would barely cover the ass cheeks, and a skimpy white shirt with the top buttons removed so that my wife’s ample milky cleavage would be sure to show. It was, simply put, a whore’s uniform. There was also a pair of lacy pink panties and matching bra. By this time, I already guessed the package was from our blackmailers, and when I took out the letter my fears were confirmed.
‘next sat, 12pm, same place. Wear the clothes we sent. If we don’t see you by 1pm we release the dvd on internet and to newspaper’
It was not signed, but there was no question who it was from.
I crumpled the letter and threw it in the dustbin. Both me and my wife knew we had to comply, but, I could not, for now, reconcile the thought of having to deliver my pretty young wife back into their vile hands again, to be used and fucked and abused in probably more humiliating ways. I left my wife in the living room and into the bed room.
Lying down, I drifted into an uneasy slumber. I was awaken by my wife whispering, ‘lao gong, you awake?’ Sensing something, I feigned sleep. My wife nudged me lightly a few times, and when she was convinced I was sleeping soundly, she tiptoed out softly. My suspicions were fully aroused by now. What the heck was she planning to do?
I waited a while before slowly stepping out of our bedroom to look around. A cursory glance showed she was not in the living room or kitchen. Nor was she in the study or spare bedroom. That left only one place, our entertainment room at the penthouse level.
As I tiptoed slowly upstairs, I began to hear faint sounds from our entertainment system. The volume was turned almost all the way down, but already I could make out the screams and moans of my wife’s voice begging to be fucked hard, to be fucked like a slut, and the ‘piak piak’ noises of flesh against flesh. My wife was watching the dvd of her rape!
I finally climbed up high enough to peek into our entertainment room. Our flat screen TV was facing the stairs, so naturally the sofa’s back was facing the stairs, which meant my wife couldn’t see me. I, however, had a perfect view of my wife, thanks to several mirrors installed by the interior designer to make the place look bigger. The sight was just another scene of lewdness I would have to get used through over the next few months.
On the TV was Susan on her front, lying on the sofa, as Ganesh plunged his big cock in and out of her from behind at a furious pace. The video camcorder was actually closed up and, thanks to our HD TV, I was now treated to a repeat of my wife’s debauchery, only in HD, much larger and close up. It was interracial porn at its best. A dark, slick big cock sliding in and out of a small pinkish pussy, with the fair skin of my wife’s thighs and buttocks providing a startling contrast to Ganesh’s dark skin.
On the sofa was Susan, totally naked, and masturbating furiously. One hand took turns tweaking both her nipples, while the other hand furiously rubbed her clitoris. I realized that some of the moans were from her rather then the TV. As the scene got more intense, my wife’s plunged two fingers into her vagina and began to finger fuck herself furiously. And when she finally came, it was with a small shudder and light, somewhat dissatisfied moans. Her on screen persona however just had a hugely satisfying orgasm.
I crept back downstairs into our room, masturbated to what I’ve just seen, and awaited the day we would have to meet up with our blackmailers again.
Hai before I post the next chapter just want to say again, this is a personal fantasy of mine, not a real story! I’ve even had bros pm me asking me the sex tape!
Saturday finally arrived. I sat in the living room, channel surfing but not really paying attention to the programs as I waited for my wife to get ready. I had trouble getting to sleep the night before, as scenes of my wife being fucked repeatedly to orgasm by 3 men replayed itself endlessly through my head, as well as the dread of having to deliver my wife into their hands again. Judging from her tossing and turning, I doubt Susan slept well as well. But was it fear or anticipation that kept her awake?
When my wife emerged from our bedroom, she was truly a sight to behold. Despite her age (27 in case you’ve skipped the intro and went straight to the sordid scenes), she still looked like an innocent SYT in her early twenties. The only indication of her age was that her skin might not have the glow of youth, but it was still pretty radiant thanks to her regime of expensive moisturizers etc. The white top, a size too small and with the top buttons removed, did little to hide her C-cuppers encased by a pink lacy bra, and the result was a huge expanse of white creamy bossom with a deep cleavage plainly visible. The pleated skirt was another erection inducer. It barely covered her panties, and when she walked past me to get her handbag, I could catch glimpses of her ass cheeks in the lacy pink panties as the skirt swayed from side to side. When she sat down to put on her heels, the skirt rode up and the crotch of her panties became plainly visible. My wife had a strict dress code. Show either cleavage or leg, but never both together, it makes you look like a whore. At this moment, I realized she was right.
My wife caught the attention of other men barely minutes after leaving the house. One floor below us, Terry, our immediate neighbor below, got on the lift. He was an American in his thirties, and one of many expats living in our condo. We would usually greet each other with a smile whenever we bumped into each other, but the minute he got into the lift, his eyes were captured by the sight of my wife, usually pretty conservatively dressed in office clothes, but now in such a sexy package. For the rest of the lift ride, I could see him trying his best not to stare but still unable to help from stealing glances at my wife’s barely covered breasts and her legs. My wife, aware of but uncomfortable with his stares, looked straight ahead with acknowledging him.
3 floors down, Jason got in the lift. He was a gawky 16 year old boy when we first moved in 2 years ago. Kind of a typical mummy’s boy. Now serving his NS, he had buffed up quite a bit, gotten a tan, and actually looked pretty hunky. My wife had in fact commented a few months back that Jason was actually quite handsome without glasses and a tan. In addition, we had long ago suspected he had a schoolboy’s crush on Susan. It was nothing concrete, small things like offering to help her with the groceries, his awkward greeting and slight blush when he was alone with Susan in the lift etc. When he saw Susan, his mouth literally dropped open slightly before he hurriedly clamped it shut again, and he could only manage a muffled ‘hello’ before averting his gaze. But, as our condo lift was fully mirrored, every where he looked, the sight of my petite wife with her heaving bossom and barely there skirt was there to greet his eyes. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had imagined and jerked off to fantasies of my wife in such an outfit before. Like Terry, he tried his best not to stare, but couldn’t help stealing glances. My wife was thoroughly embarrassed and blushing by now. It was one thing to be fucked by strangers, but to be so exposed among familiar faces was quite a different matter. Thankfully, no one else got on the lift, and my wife only had to endure the peeks of these 2 neighbors.
Getting into our car, I drove on in silence. As it was a Saturday and the expressways were clear, it only took us about half an hour to reach the destination. Finally, we had arrived again at the place where it all started. And even as I cursed under my breath the day I first discovered this place, I felt my cock twinging as my wife and I walked towards the security room again…
I had actually written about half of part 2 when I realized that, other then anal and DP and more humiliation, it was largely the same as part 1. Kinda boring to write and to read. So I’m going to try a different angle and write the story from Susan’s third person point of view, before moving on to the next story arcs. So let me know how it turns out. Will post a new chapter by tonight