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My Money, or Your Wife!

Chapter One – Thank Your Wife For Our Patience.

“No!” I shouted.

My wife had her jeans to her ankles while he had his swollen cock’s head right on her lips; her pussy lips that is! The rough-looking man was holding my darling bent over the kitchen table with his powerful hand. He held her at her neck and pushed solidly to keep her from moving. I could see her lips curving inwards as he tried to force his way in.

“Damn fucking dry pussy we have here Patrick; seems your wife is uncooperative...” the mob said, spitting on his right hand. He then looked at me right in the eyes while he spread his saliva onto his glans and more on my wife’s cunt. Then he smiled and pushed.

Donna grimaced as the first two inches got inside her. I was not surprised by her condition because she was always dry until she came once. Even when aroused, she still had to cum once before she would get wet. Even then, I guess the wetness came more from my own ejaculate.

In the present situation, though, being forced to take in the dick of an unknown man was nothing to make her wet, as raunchy as I knew she usually was. He tried to push some more, but it looked painful for both of them. After a couple of tries and getting another half-inch inside her, he pulled his dick out.

“Fuck it, you’re as dry as a desert at noon. You’re gonna lick my dick and make it sopping wet, bitch!” and at that he pulled her by her hairs and down to his half-hard rod. His dick had lost a bit of its erection during the fight to get in.

“Make him look at her while she bobs me, Jimmy” he said to the monstrously large bodyguard who was holding me tight.

“Get it wet, slut!” he shouted again. My wife gave me short looks while her tongue was hard at work on the man’s shaft. I even thought I saw something wicked in her eyes. How could it be? Surely she must be afraid, ashamed and angry all at once.

It was all getting at me. My feelings were confused between the stress of the whole situation and the thrill of seeing another man playing with my own wife. It was a secret fantasy of mine. I had never told Donna about it, but seeing it happen now gave me a rush of adrenaline. If Jimmy wouldn’t squeeze my arm so badly, I’d have a hard-on.

My wife wasn’t really sucking him, but rather bathing the six-inch rod in her saliva. She was so efficient, a surplus of her spit fell to the floor from his soaked stick.

“Now, that’s a good girl. Get back on the table gorgeous, time to show your husband how you like it to be fucked by a real man” Bob said with his throaty voice.

She turned her head back as much as she could with his hand holding her. I swear she seemed to be expecting him. She bit her lips as he pushed his rod inside her. It slid easily now, so he didn’t stop until it all disappeared. Then he paused, probably enjoying the warmth around his shaft. I knew the feeling, Donna had such a tight pussy!

“Hmmm, I’m glad you’re late on your payment Patrick, you wife is such a nice fuck!” he said while moaning exaggeratedly, so as to show me he enjoyed my wife a lot.

I shouted, “stop it! Leave her alone! She’s got nothing to do with us. I’ll give you the money!”

“Yeah sure, isn’t that what you said last week? Or was it the week before?” he replied, starting to pump my wife’s cunt. Slowly pulling the whole length of his veined shaft, only to push it back inside with more force. It was so... depraved! It was *my* wife!

“Stop it!!! Stop it now!” I shouted and tried to free myself. That was ridiculous. The guy holding me was three times my size. I wasn’t about to set myself free until he decided to let me.

Bob cupped my wife’s tits with his free hand and squeezed the boobs in turn. He never failed to look at me when pushing inside her, savoring his power over both of us.

“Listen carefully Patrick, I don’t like repeating myself. I want the money I lent you, with interest. In the meantime, I’m gonna fuck this beautiful wife of yours every day, got it?” he said, pausing every time he entered her.

“Bring him nearer Jimmy, let’s make sure he understands” ordered the boss. I felt myself moving, still under Jimmy’s strong grip. He brought me just inches from my wife and held me there.

“Look at your wife Patrick. I’m fucking her. Do you think she likes that? I’m gonna have to fuck her real hard now. I want you to have a good look so you get the message!” he said before starting to pound on her harder.

I was so near, I could smell my wife’s cunt and hear the juicy sounds of the dick fucking her right before of my eyes. I could take no more of this. Not that I felt sorry for my wife. Rather, I was so excited I was afraid to cum right there. I was so near, I was totally immersed in the whole experience, more than when I fucked her myself.

The man’s balls were low in his pouch of skin and made an arc, going from between his crotch when he pulled his dick, to between my wife’s crotch when he pushed it back inside her with force. I just stood there, examining this man’s testes bouncing back and forth with rhythm.

Only inches away from the action, I could see my wife’s lips tight around his shaft, moving outward and inward to the beat. It was the first time I ever witnessed a pussy fuck in panavision, 3D and odorama! This was times more hardcore than any of the raw porn movies I had ever seen.

“Ready Patrick? I’m gonna dump my load of gooey inside your wife -- no charge” and he continued to moan louder with every push. The thumping accelerated suddenly as he grabbed my wife by the waist to push harder. That was it. I could hear my wife emit stifled moans as he climaxed.

He must have felt a couple of pleasure waves, as I could see his rod tense at least three times. Each time his balls moved upward and his shaft expanded as he shot his sperm, emptying his nuts to fill my wife. Then he stopped.

“That was the tightest bitch cunt I ever fucked!” Bob finally added. He pulled slowly, still mocking me, “I’m not sure she’ll enjoy your teeny weenie now that she’s had a real dick Patrick. But don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow in case she wants some more…” and he put his slimy rod inside his pants.

“I’m all sticky, damn it! I’m in a hurry right now, but tomorrow she’ll have to lick it all up if you don’t pay your due.” I felt Jimmy’s grip loosen up as they both left. I just couldn’t move and neither my wife. She was exhausted while I was in trance, still looking at her cunt. Her lips were still a quarter-inch apart, soaked in her juice and dark purple. It was pretty evident that her cunt had just been used.

As a last piece of evidence, a blob of thick, whitish slime leaked from her pussy. More of it accumulated until there was too much of it and the viscous juice stretched into a long strand, extending from her clitoris and down to her thigh where the other end glued itself.

My wife had just been fucked against her will and I was enjoying looking at her used cunt. I felt ashamed, but also aroused. She finally turned to face me. Unbelievably, she had a satisfied smile on her face and somehow, it made me come right into my pants.

Chapter Two – Do You Think I’m a Slut?

We were both sitting still on the sofa. Neither of us wanted to break the silence. What had just happened was pretty startling. I guess we didn’t know how to handle the situation.

She finally managed to say something, “Patrick, there’s something I need to tell you.”

I knew it and said so, “Don’t say it. I know how much you hate me. I can’t get a fix on my finances and now I’m gonna lose you for it. I’m deeply sorry you’ve been taken into this mess with me Donna...”

She looked at me with surprise, then she added “No darling, that’s not it at all! It’s me who’s sorry; I am ashamed of myself...”

I certainly didn’t understand that and added, “what do you mean? I’m the asshole who caused all this!”

“I know but, well, I have to admit something you might not like Patrick.”

“And what is that?” I probed.

She was hesitant but finally said “I sorry to tell you this but, actually, I really enjoyed being taken by this thug in front of you!”

I was shaken. “What! You mean you liked it? You enjoyed being fucked like a slut while I was treated like a cuckold?”

She lowered her eyes and shyly replied, “I know I shouldn’t but, yes, I loved it. I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t believe it, “No, I mean, I’m not mad at you darling, I’m,... , I’m very excited too! I had a hard-on all the time! I just didn’t expect you to enjoy that kind of humiliation.”

She looked up and smiled back at me. I smiled back and hugged her. After years of being together, it seemed there were still things we didn’t know about each other. It shows something positive can come out of the worst situations. I could see something taking shape in my mind actually.

“Now that they’ve used us, how about using them?” I told Donna. She looked at me unsure of what I meant. I had a plan to turn our current ordeal into something more enjoyable. I told her that we could have some more fun by simply not returning their money, or maybe half of it. We could make it last as long as they didn’t lose their patience. If they did, we could always get them the money somehow.

She was amazed and said, “You mean that you’d let him fuck me again in front of you?”

I could see in her expression that it was not a reproach but that she was positively surprised.

“Of course I’d let him. Would you let me fuck you afterward, with your pussy still full of his sperm?” I asked with more confidence, not that it was clear this whole thing pleased us both.

She replied with a firm “I love you!” that would have surprised anyone listening. It must be quite uncommon for a guy to be told “I love you”, after proposing his wife to get fucked repeatedly by a thug!

We got to sleep early that night. As surprising as it may seem, we didn’t make love that night. She felt more like hugging me and I myself wanted to keep my energy for the next day. I wanted my balls to be as full as possible when I fucked my wife’s soaked pussy the next day. So we just embraced each other, hugging tightly for the whole night.

Chapter Three – Let’s Be Twice As Clear.

When we heard the big knocks on the door, we knew whom it was. Patrick smiled to me and asked “so buddy, have you got my money?”

“Well, I’m afraid not, I’ve only got half of it” I said without showing my enthusiasm. There was an unmistakable uneasiness in the silence that followed, while Patrick looked fixedly into my eyes. He only said “fuck time Jimmy!” and passed in front of me. A split second later I was up in the air.

Jimmy was holding me by the neck, inches above the floor and closed the door behind him. I was then brought like that across the kitchen and into the living room. It hurt badly, but not nearly as much as when Jimmy finally threw me on the wall. With no apparent effort, he sent me flying into the air over a short distance. Then I hit the wall. Shit! I sure hadn’t planned on being hurt that much! There I stayed, on the floor, with my right elbow badly injured if the pain was any indication.

I hadn’t even looked up yet, but I heard Patrick when he said “come over here lady, I think your husband won’t be able to satisfy you today; seems like he can’t get his dick hard with all the pain in his arm…”

I looked at him and he looked back, while talking to my wife. He added, “here Jimmy, let’s help this young lady get fucked properly. Fuck her mouth while I fill her nice, tight pussy for a second time…”

They weren’t as nice this time. Jimmy moved around her and gripped a handful of her hair. He unbuckled his belt with one hand and held her with the other one. Seconds later he was pulling the zipper down, his Jeans down and finally his briefs down as well, exposing a limp dick. Limp but big nonetheless.

Donna’s face was brought inches from the soft cockhead. “Come on, do something bitch!” Jimmy said, making it clear he wasn’t about to wait for it. Donna didn’t move and said “I don’t want to touch you, leave me alone! I’ll call the police!”

This was followed by both thugs laughing loudly, until Bob added “yeah sure! But it’s gonna be tough talking to them with your mouth full of dick baby! What do you think Jimmy?”

Jimmy pulled my wife closer and forced her face on him, rubbing her mouth and nose on his pubic area. Damn, it was very pervert to see my wife’s face tightly squeezed and moved around the guy’s thighs, balls and shaft!

She was trying to say something when Jimmy took his limp rod and pushed it inside Donna’s mouth. She lightly resisted but he pulled her hair back so she opened her mouth and he put the large shaft on her tongue.

At the same time, Bob used two fingers to separate her cunt lips, showing the reddish skin of her wet cunt. And I’m the one who thought that she never got wet before she came once!  I then saw him insert his dick in the gaping whole he had just opened with his fingers and he immediately began pounding her pussy.

It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. Donna had her pussy fucked doggy style and was having her face fucked at the same time. By then, it was obvious that she had started licking and sucking Jimmy’s dick. There was a lot of slurpy wet sounds coming from her dick sucking and from the dick being pushed and pulled in and out of her wet cunt.

Donna was saying something, but she was held so tightly against Jimmy’s skin that I couldn’t hear anything. “What?” Bob said, “we can’t hear you baby, don’t talk with your mouth full of dick, it’s not polite” and he laughed again, still fucking her.

Jimmy didn’t care for his boss’ joke. His face crisped and he started humping faster. Suddenly he stopped and I could see why. His thighs contracted and Jimmy growled as he obviously started to shoot his semen in my wife’s mouth.

I couldn’t feel it myself, but I knew Donna was getting the taste of fresh, warm sperm. As strands of it filled her mouth, she was obviously swallowing, but after what must have been Jimmy’s third spasm, she couldn’t keep up and rivulets of gooey escaped from her lips.

This guy had big balls and I could see why. He must have been shooting five or six thick batches of his seed. Most of it after the third one dripped from my wife’s cheek, forming a long rope of slimy white cum, extending to the floor.

The rope of sperm was threatening to break each time my wife’s body jerked because of Bob’s hard cunt-fucking thrusts. When Jimmy got satisfied that his dick had been fully emptied, he pulled his limp member in the same state it was when he put it in, except it was now sopping wet.

Like he didn’t humiliate us enough, the bastard looked at me and wiped the cum on his dick by rubbing his hanging rod everywhere on Donna’s face. Smiling at me he let go of her head and put his satisfied prick back in his trousers.

My wife never stopped jerking back and forth, because Bob never stopped fucking her cunt. He had been screwing inside her for a good fifteen minutes non-stop. When Jimmy released Donna’s head, Bob took his turn with one hand on her hip and one hand holding her hair tightly.

The whole look of it was primal, animal-like. She was moaning a lot. He was holding her and fucking her hard and deep, careless about her feelings. He was a male dominating a female. Her body was being used and she had no word in it. No choice but to wait until her assailant released the tension in his balls and shot his load inside her.

Donna shuddered, probably getting an orgasm from this outrageous use of her body. Where any respectable women would have died from shame, she had what looked like a strong, mind-blowing orgasm instead. I was terribly hard myself. Actually, my balls ached from the excitement of looking at my wife getting such a wild ride.

She was probably exhausted and gradually fell to the floor, worn out. Bob still held her on her knees, still pulling and pushing his rod the whole length of his shaft.

It must have been another minute or two until finally, Bob’s rhythm stopped altogether as he shouted that he was cumming, “I’m cumming! I’m shooting my cum in your wife’s pussy! Arrrrggh!”

My wife was getting filled with sperm and I was really turned on! If only my arm didn’t hurt that much, it would have been perfect. But it was worth it when I saw Bob pull his dick out, with thick white gooey spilling out of my wife’s cunt.

Bob rested for a minute with his eyes closed and out of breath. Then he said “take the money Jimmy. And Patrick, don’t bother giving me the other half. Interest runs too high, you’ll never be able to pay me back.”

I was surprised to hear that! I said “thanks Bob, I’m sorry I didn’t got the money but I tried!”

Bob grinned, “you don’t get it Patrick, from now on, I fuck your wife anytime I want. She’s my permanent cum basket. You better get used to fuck a sloppy cunt full of my cum shithead! Because sloppy seconds are all you’re gonna get from now on!”

Bob and Jimmy were laughing at me, the wimp who’s wife they were going to fuck full time. They left us alone, but it was clear they were coming back as soon as they found the need to empty their balls again.

Donna was still asleep. She didn’t know it yet, but she was to become a very happy slut wife... 

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