My wife blackmailed and fucked by security guards

[Blackbeard]

good 1 more please

[jchboy]

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

[jchboy]

How bros, like my story so far? If you guys do like it I'll begin my next story arc soon

[rokosickfredi]

Bro TS, how not to like your story??
I think fellow bros are either out on this sat nite or maybe reach home login later, hand busy pcc to the latest episode. I tahan for later b4 I sleep!
Keep up the good work esp the kinky humiliation story line...
Bonfire now getting outta control !!!

[farkadipa]

Originally Posted by peterpan

Wondering what the finale will be... I hope the guards forced TS to eat out the creampie from his wife's pussy. Tat will be the ultimate humiliation!

This eating of creampie scene sounds familiar, bro PP.. keke
I have read that thread and is still following for updates...

[hihiz]

powerful writing...
i'm having the "what will i do if i'm in that position" thoughts.... scary..

[jerrystockton]

Originally Posted by jchboy

How bros, like my story so far? If you guys do like it I'll begin my next story arc soon

of course we like, ur story is one of the best that i have ever read !!

[Nefeltari]

good story please cum more please

[jchboy]

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...

[vanellx]

what a story...
turns me on every time i read it

[daggerboy]

Fabulous. Thanks for sharing.

[evo5555]

ANAL!!!!... TS missed tat!!..

[jchboy]

Arc 2 coming soon. In it...

1. anal sex and double penetration
2. more humilation
3. building up to even more perversity in arc 3

[jchboy]

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.

[Cabala]

very very good!!!!!!!

cant wait for more!!!!!!!!