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I did not write this story; I'm just a fan of it.  Secretkeeper1955
has kindly allowed me to post it here so that posterity may enjoy it.
The story was released a long time ago but has since become
unavailable as various web sites and services have shut down.

Original: snatched1night.html

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WARNING:
   This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit, non-consensual sex and bondage.  If you are
not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, DO NOT read any
further.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

   I am NOT the author, merely a REPOSTER, but this is a copyrighted
work of the author.  Reposting or any other use of it is strictly
prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright
holder.

   DO NOT EMAIL ME WITH EITHER YOUR PRAISES OR YOUR COMPLAINTS AS I
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Snatched One Night - An Erotic Story


	This is a true story describing an erotic event my wife and I
experienced recently. I have used initials to protect our identity.
There is more to tell if there is interest. Please forward comments
and feedback to me at: Secretkeeper1955@yahoo.com.


	My name is BJ and I have a thing for cute red heads. No doubt about
it. I have been married to a red head I will call RH now for 16 years.
We get along just fine. Better than fine. We were high school
sweethearts, well, sort of. I am four years older than her. She was in
high school; I was her first real boyfriend. I was in college and we
dated 4 years and got married a year after she graduated. She is as
still beautiful as on the day we met. She has kept her good looks and
her freckles and her figure, and I like that just fine. And I love her
36C breasts, just love them. It was what first attracted me to her;
after I noticed them I noticed the long red hair and never looked
back.

	I had been with a few other girls before I met RH, she was a virgin
when we met. I know she has never cheated on me, or me on her. Our sex
life has been good and not so good at different times in our
relationship. We have experimented sexually a little and learned a lot
from each other over the years, but I would say we are on the prude
side of things.

	We live in a nice single house in the country, a little farm I built
myself after we were married, with two horses, and a handful of dogs,
cats, chickens, ducks, rabbits, peacocks and goats who all get along
just fine. We have one young son. RH used to work, but now stays home
and cares for our son and our animals and our home full time. After
college I tried a few different jobs and ended up working as a small
builder and carpenter, mostly working by myself.

	Last November work got a little slow and we found ourselves a little
short on cash, at our credit limit, and our clothes dryer went at the
same time. We need a new washer and dryer bad, and needed them now,
but I knew we couldn't afford them right at the moment, maybe not even
for 6 months. And Christmas was coming up, which would require more
cash. We aren't poor, but quite comfortable. We just happened to be
short on funds at the time, very much in love, and a little
adventurous. One thing we do have is a computer and AOL. RH fools with
it a little during the day, and she has taught me much about it in the
evenings. And that computer changed our lives. This is an absolutely
true story, I am a bit embarrassed to admit we needed money so bad
that we did what we did, but this is exactly how it all happened. It
changed out lives.

	As I said, I usually work alone. But depending what I am doing I have
a sort of partner named AJ who helps me out. AJ is younger than me,
about 10 years younger, but he went to a good trade school to learn
carpentry and really knows what he is doing. He normally works by
himself too, but when I get a job that requires two men I will arrange
for AJ to work with me and I pay him hourly. I have gotten to know him
well, and although we have never discussed our personal sex lives, we
do at times get personal about other things. It seems we both have a
thing for red heads; AJ is married to one too. I have met her a couple
of times, once at his house and once when she met the two of us at a
local bar for a drink. She is gorgeous, short red hair; almost young
enough to be my daughter, and about the size of and built much like my
wife. Matter of fact, she reminds me much of my wife when she was
younger. My wife has never met her, but I do talk about her sometimes
at home so she knows who she is by name. My wife has met AJ a couple
of times, but that's all.

	The argument had ended 15 minutes ago. The clothes weren't clean
again. RH had gotten mad, shouting how could she keep the clothes
washed and dried without a dryer, especially when it has been raining
as much as it has lately. I sat down at the computer to cool off and
kill some time, and ended up in YAHOO. I typed in the search engine
"Work at Home Opportunities" and hit send. A few seconds later a list
of 74 items popped up. I scanned the list, opened a few of them and
closed them again. Normal things that would be expected like selling
vitamins, beauty supplies, and weight loss products. Nothing I felt
that could help us quickly get some extra cash. I scrolled down until
one site caught my eye. It was titled: "Make $1000 each, immediately,
acting in documentary films." Looked interesting. I clicked it and it
opened. The message said: "Need $1000 each this week? All cash? To use
any way you want, no questions asked? This isn't a loan, but your
money to pay bills, take a vacation, and buy a car, anything you want.
We are looking for married couples (only) that are interested in
acting out scenes in international documentary and educational films.
No experience necessary. Twelve hours work maximum, one time. Fees
will be paid up front, $2,000 total for the couple. If interested, e-
mail for more info." I read it again and thought about it. Acting!
With no experience. I had never thought about doing something like
that but we certainly could do it! And the money sure would answer our
prayers. I still wasn't talking to RH at the moment, but figured all
I'm doing is checking this out. I sent the e-mail requesting
additional information.

	Several days went by. I had forgotten about the e-mail when I signed
on one night and heard "You've Got Mail!". I looked and one said,
"Here's your $1000!" I opened it and read: "Thank you for your
interest in working as an acting couple for our film company. We have
been commissioned by a major research university to produce a
documentary film that will be used for educational purposes. We need
married couples to each act out one scene of the film. Must be open-
minded. Must both be attractive and in good physical condition. No
experience is necessary or desired; we want the film to be realistic.
It will involve some nudity and sex. However, your identity will be
masked by semidarkness, and you may use fictional names in the movie
credits if you would prefer not disclosing your identity. Cash in full
will be paid when you sign up, and a date for filming will be
scheduled at that time. Think this offer over carefully. If both are
you are seriously interested, respond to this e-mail and I will fill
you in on the next step." Hmmm! It does sound interesting. But I know
it would be a hard sell. I'm not sure I could even do it. And RH won't
like the idea of being nude and having sex in front of other people,
she won't even go out of the house without a bra because of what
people might see. But if I could talk her into it, it sure would solve
a big problem for us. And it could be a turn-on and a help our
marriage. I went to bed and fell asleep thinking about it.

	The next morning before I left for work I signed back on and e-mailed
back a request for additional information. When I got home that night
and finished dinner, I signed back on and there it was. I opened it
and was surprised at what I found. It said: "You have requested
details on getting your $1000 payment for acting in our films.
Congratulations for being the type of people who aren't afraid to take
a chance and be rewarded for it." I wondered what this could mean. It
continued "We are a legitimate independent film maker and will pay you
$2000 per couple (couples only) when you sign up. A standard model
release will need to be signed by both parties. In addition, both
parties agreeing to the terms of the filming must sign a contract.
Union membership is not required for documentaries. These papers will
be signed in a local motel, at your convenience. At that time $1000
cash will be paid to each party. All you will be required to do is be
available for the filming as spelled out in the terms of the contract.
Filming will be one sitting only. Coaching and wardrobe will be
provided." I thought this certainly sounds like exactly what we need
right now. I then read the last paragraph. "One more step is required
before you can be qualified to participate. As a check of how you will
look on film, we need the following pictures taken with a digital
camera and sent to us electronically so we can verify your screen
potential." I thought, that won't be hard. RH has that digital camera
and is pretty good at using it. "We need photos of both participants,
a total of 9 shots. If you are still interested and can provide the
digital photos, respond again expressing your interest."

	I liked the idea. Sure seems like some easy cash, and we can use it.
I will have to convince RH to do this, but I can work on that. I sent
the e-mail. And went to work thinking about how I could bring this up
to RH. This would take some convincing, I was sure. RH was a prude
about things like this. She was embarrassed to even look at an X-rated
movie. R-ratings even made her blush.

	Initially RH liked the idea. Easy fast money would solve a lot of
their immediate problems. But how could I ask her to be nude and have
sex with me in front of a camera and other people? She just couldn't
do it. That was personal, between the two of us. Just what would they
have to do? How many people would have to watch the filming? Could
they really hide her identity? She went to bed wondering these things
and running it through her mind. I wasn't able to answer many of her
questions. And it didn't look like this would go any further, money or
no money.

	A few days went by and RH was slowly becoming receptive to the idea.
Several e-mails went back and forth trying to clarify things. No one
will know us. Filming will be by a small crew. It will only be once.
Everything will be discretely and tastefully done. We will get the
money right now when we need it. And who knows, it may be fun. At
least if we can get by the initial embarrassment! It was never
something she would have thought of doing on her own, but maybe it
wouldn't be so bad. "What exactly will we have to do?" she asked me. I
said I didn't know yet, I was waiting for more info. But I would find
out.

	Friday morning found me doing a small job renovating a basement for a
client. It was AJ and me working alone, the homeowner's had given me a
key while they were at work. I mentioned to AJ that I was talking to a
film company about being in one of their upcoming films and that RH
and I would each get $1000 if we were accepted. He seemed just
slightly interested and asked a few questions that I answered. We then
went on to other topics and the movie never came up again until the
end of the day. As we were packing our trucks, AJ asked me for the web
address of the movie company." I want to take a look if I get a chance
this weekend."

	That night a new message popped up. It thanked me for my continuing
interest. It said, "These are the pictures we will require. These are
not negotiable. The only way we can verify your place in out next film
will be by viewing these pictures. We need a close up frontal shot of
each of your faces. Then a close up from the waste up of each of you.
These two pictures MUST BE topless, no shirts, no bras, no bathing
suits. Then the next four must be taken in the nude. A full standing
frontal shot of each of you, and a full standing rear shot. And one
final shot of your wife's pussy, as close as you can take it. Forward
these pictures along with your ages, heights, weights, and your wife's
measurements and we will let you know within a week whether you
qualify. If we don't hear from you within 3 days we will make your
offer to the next applicant on our files. If you qualify, you will
receive your payment within 2 days. One final requirement that must be
followed. Your wife must be shaved of her pubic hair for these photos.
Not just trimmed, but shaved clean. Not just pubic hair, but all
bodily hair except her head." I thought RH would never agree to this.
But then she does know how badly we need the money. I wanted to think
about how to ask her, and went to sleep on it. With a hard-on again.
The thought of seeing her shaved and taking nude pictures was really
turning me on.

	The next morning was Saturday. We slept late and were in the kitchen
reading the paper and eating breakfast. I was nude but wearing a robe,
RH was in a short green nightie with a zipper on the front. She looked
so sexy in this nightie, especially with the zipper partially unzipped
like it was this morning, and her nipples poking through the thin
fabric. I told her we had to take some pictures that morning to send
in to the film company. RH said "Sure, no problem." She came back in
with her camera and said she would go get dressed. I said no need to.
RH looked at me and seemed puzzled and asked why not. I said they have
to be nude shots. RH was shocked. She said absolutely not, no way. I
knew she would react like this, over the years I had suggested we take
some pictures or movies and she has always said absolutely not, she
didn't want nude pictures of her around and said she didn't understand
why I would. But I went over why we were doing this and how much money
it would mean. She slowly came around.

	RH finally said "OK, let's get it over with!" and they went into the
living room. She took my face shot, and I took hers. I removed my robe
and she took the other three of me. She handed me the camera and
quickly removed her nightie over her head, exposing those beautiful
breasts, then her panties dropped to the floor. Her nipples were hard,
and I wondered if it was because she was chilled, or did she feel a
little excited about what they were about to do. But I didn't ask.
Just wondered. I didn't want her thinking about it any more than she
had too. I knew we were on thin ice at this moment, and she could
change her mind any moment. She said let's get this over with before I
change my mind. I said there is one more requirement and I knew this
would be the toughest sell yet. She stood there naked and asked what
it was. I said you have to be shaved. She looked shocked again! This
was another subject I had brought up over the years and she had let me
try it only once, when we had first been married. She complained it
itched too much growing back in and she would never do it again. Not
that she really needs to shave. She has thin, red hair down there as
it is. Everything is very visible, and that's one thing I like about
red heads. She said no, never mind and grabbed her nightie to put back
on.

	I said, "Are you going to give up $2000 because of this? We have
already come this far," I said. She said "But why"? I said I didn't
know, but it was a requirement. Not negotiable. She reluctantly agreed
with a little more coaxing and asked how I wanted to do it. I said get
a towel and meet me in the bedroom. Luckily, out son was still asleep
in his room; he usually slept late on weekends. I came in with my
electric beard trimmer, a razor, and a bowl of warm water. I laid the
towel on the bed and had her lay on it. I then trimmed most of her
hair off with the clippers. When I got close I could see she was wet
there and I knew she was getting turned on to the whole idea. Real
wet. Real turned on. But she never would have admitted it. I lathered
her up and carefully shaved the rest off, then wiped the soap off with
the towel. She looked great, I had waited many years to see her like
this and I loved it. We went back to the living room. I took the
shots, first the waist up shot, then the front and back shots, and
finally the pussy shot with her laying on the couch with her knees up
and her legs spread, and headed to the computer to download them. I
had such a hard-on by the time I finished this. They really came out
good. RH looked so hot. So sexy. I mailed them one at a time and had a
hard-on the whole time. I added our statistics: Me: 40, 6'-1, 215 lbs.
Her: 36, 5'-5, 115 lbs., 37-27-36, with a C cup. All I could do now is
wait for a response. I went in the living room and we screwed on the
couch. No foreplay was needed. She was ready! And so was I.

	The next day there was a reply. I opened it hesitantly. They probably
said forget it. I doubted we were attractive enough. But I was wrong.
It said: "Your photos have been viewed and are acceptable. Please meet
us in the motel on the highway tomorrow night at 8:00 to sign the
papers and get your money, Room 110. Please bring an extra key to your
front door to the meeting." Well, that certainly was a relief. It had
all worked out, all we needed now was to get paid and do the film. And
go order a washer and dryer. But I was puzzled at the request for the
key. What in the world could that be for?

	The next night we were both a little nervous, RH more so. But we were
at the same time excited about the idea of getting the cash so soon.
We finished dinner with very little talking, changed, and got in the
car. We had arranged for our son to spend the night with his
grandmother. It only took 20 minutes to get to the motel. The lights
were on in the room as I parked right in front of the door. I
hesitantly knocked.

	A man's voice said, "Come in". I opened the door and walked in, with
RH right behind me. It was a normal motel room. A small round table
had been pulled out from the wall and two men sat at it. One man never
looked up. He was working at a laptop, the screen away from the door
and my vision. The other man was middle aged and was looking over a
pile of papers. Printouts of our nude pictures were spread out on the
table. It gave me an uneasy feeling. There was a brown folder with
many more pictures in it on the floor, probably other couples. I felt
funny having a strange man looking at nude pictures of me and my wife
and having them right there on the table.

	The middle-aged man asked us to sit. He introduced himself as Mr.
Smith, and his associate was Mr. Jones. Mr. Smith thanked us for
coming and responding and asked if we were ready to walk out with our
money. We both nodded yes. He picked up our pictures and said he had
been admiring our photos, and that we were perfect for the movie.

	He explained how it would work: "We are independent film makers. We
have told you we have been commissioned to produce a documentary film
on rape and abduction. We need this film to be as realistic as
possible. This will require nudity and sex, but you have already
indicated this is acceptable to you." We looked at each other and both
nervously and slowly nodded yes. This was a lot to absorb, "There will
be about 10 couples in the movie when it is done. Each will have their
own scene. It will be done in low light conditions or appropriate
measures will be taken to conceal you identities. Are you still
interested?" We again slowly nodded yes. "OK, then a few pieces of
business need to be taken care of. You will get your money in about 15
minutes." I saw RH smile in relief.

	"Here is the models release. Pretty standard." We both signed one and
handed it back. "And here is the contract." It looked to be maybe 25
pages; there was one for each of us. The writing was small. Mr. Smith
laid one in front of each of us. "Let me explain what is in here. It
basically states that in consideration of your receipt of $1000 each,
you are agreeing to be in out movie as paid actors. You need no
experience or studying, it is best if you simply be yourselves. We are
not yet sure of the date of filming, but it will be on a weekend over
the next six weeks. Only one taping, no more than 12 hours, probably
less time. For this you will get your money now, but once you sign and
receive it there can be no changing your mind, you will owe us one
filming to our terms. Do you agree with this?"

	RH looked nervously at me and I swallowed and said, "Yes". Mr. Smith
said, "Good, I thought you would". Now sign the contracts please, and
I will get your cash. We each signed and handed the contracts to Mr.
Smith as he reached into a briefcase on the floor and pulled out two
brown envelopes. He handed one to each of us and said
"Congratulations!" I looked in my envelope and there were 10 $100
bills. It sure looked good. Mr. Smith asked for the key. I had
forgotten about it, but I had remembered to put one in my wallet to be
sure I had I it. I got it out and handed it over and asked what it was
going to be used for as I put my envelope in my pocket and RH put hers
in her handbag.

	"Ohhh! Now you are ready for the specifics of the filming! We have
told you only a few details so far. I'm not sure how much you have put
together. This will be a film on abduction and rape. And husband's
reactions to these things. Some filmmakers try to act out scenes like
these, but they always seem to lack reality. This film will be
different. That is why we will need the key, but more on that in a
minute. Filming will be done over the next six weeks, sometime between
8:00 Friday evening and 8:00 Sunday evening. You won't know exactly
when so you have to both be always ready between those hours. Being
ready means going on with your regular life, but stay around the house
as much as possible. You can't leave for more than 2 hours without
coming home for 30 minutes. You have to make arrangements for your son
to stay somewhere else between these hours until the filming is over.
If you have a dog, it must be elsewhere, too. Do not set any burglar
alarms. Here is the reason for the key. You will not know when we will
be there. We will come in secretly and quietly and will surprise you.
Both of you. Filming will begin at the moment of surprise. There is
nothing you can do to be ready. Nothing special you can wear. You only
have to make sure of five simple things. The house is empty except for
you two. No one is looking for you or expected to visit. You are there
most of the time. You both keep your personal grooming immaculate. And
you keep your shaved look. Make sure you shave every Thursday night or
Friday afternoon."

	I was shocked. My wife looked horrified. Tears ran from her eyes. She
was first to say anything. She said she thought we would be acting out
roles in a movie. Mr. Smith said you will be, you simply will be
surprised at the beginning. She asked where in the house would the
filming take place. He told her anywhere we like. She asked who will
be there to watch what is going on. Mr. Smith said there will be three
cameramen. And three light men. And himself and Mr. Jones. All told,
eight film makers. Plus a couple of other actors and a helper. My wife
looked at me, then him, then back at me and shouted "Other actors!?" I
thought this was you and me. I agreed, to you and me being in a movie
together." She asked who the others would be and what they would be
doing? She said I am not getting naked or having sex in front of
another couple, not to mention with another couple. She got up and
walked out of the room, slamming the door. Mr. Smith said to me "You
better go get her calmed down and back in here." I said: "I think this
has been a mistake, we'll give the money back and forget the whole
thing." And I went to find RH.

	She was sitting in the car crying. I got in and tried to calm her
down. She said I never told her these things and she won't do them.
She refused. I knew we needed the money but I had to agree with her,
she was too upset about all of these new details. I told her let's go
back inside and give the money back and go home. She stopped crying
and gave me a short kiss. We got out of the car and went back in. We
had probably been gone for 10 minutes. I took RH's envelope and mine
and handed them to Mr. Smith.

	He said, "I'm afraid that's not possible at this point. You have
agreed to this, you both signed a contract. You were both paid for
your services. There is no backing out now. The contract says if you
back out now we can sue you for $1 million each and every court in the
U.S.will agree with the terms in here. They are ironclad. You will end
up making porno movies with other actors for the next ten years to pay
off your judgments."

	I said: "Fine. You tricked us into this and it looks like we have to
go by your terms. We will then. But when this is over our relationship
with you is, too." We took our envelopes and walked out.

	We drove most of the way home in silence, but when I pulled in the
driveway I told her "You know we are going to have to do this." She
nodded her head yes. We went in and went to bed.

	The next few weeks were fairly normal. RH calmed down a little and
our life went back pretty much to normal. We rarely talked about what
was going to happen. We simple prepared for each weekend in silence.
On Friday nights we sent our son to grandma's, I shaved RH again and
got a hard-on again, and we pretty much hung around the house and
tried to act normal. Then it happened.

	We had a nice Saturday night, watched some TV and went to bed about
midnight. I had helped with some heavy house cleaning during the day
and was really tired. We crawled under the covers and quickly fell
asleep. Our sleep was quickly torn apart.

	I was awakened by a loud noise, what seemed like a freight train
going through our room. And the glare of bright lights in my eyes.
Before I could even focus on what was going on, I was pulled from the
bed and stood up naked next to it. I tried to resist, but it was
difficult in my sleepy state. A leather jump suit type thing was put
in front of me and two people, women in leather outfits, were helping
me put it on. I was having a hard time figuring out what they were
doing. It had legs and came up over my body, zippering up the front. I
felt one of them grab my dick and move it to the right spot. The
outfit went on in less than 10 seconds. I could see a few details on
it. It had an opening for my dick and balls, where they just hung out
through the hole in plain view. And there were metal rings on the
waist, the end of each sleeve, and the end of each pant leg. As soon
as the suit was put on me. Someone put a leather belt through the ring
at my waist and somehow tied me down into a chair that faced the bed.
Another shorter belt was put through the ring on my pant legs and my
ankles were tied together tight, then to the chair legs. Then belts
were put through the rings on my sleeves and my wrists were tied down
and looped under the chair. I was now in a sitting position, facing my
wife, who was also being worked on, and I was 100% immobile. I was
trying to fight it, but it had all happened so fast that it was now
too late. Then a black hood was pulled over my head and I was put into
darkness. After it was tied down, a flap that was velcroed down over
my eyes was lifted up and velcroed out of the way so I could see. This
entire operation probably took less than one minute; these women had
done this all before. And now I could focus on what else was going on
in the room. I couldn't move, although I was trying to get loose, and
my limp dick felt strange hanging out in the open, a feeling I had
never felt before.

	There was a camera filming all that had been done to me. And a second
and third camera were on my wife from different sides. During that
first minute while this was being done to me, the covers had been
yanked from my wife's sleeping body. She had tried earnestly to fight
them off, swinging her arms and kicking like mad. A man laid on her
and pinned her body down so she couldn't move very much, then
straddled her and with a large knife and cut her nightie off her and
pulled it away. I thought I would cum when her breasts were put in
view for all to see. He touched her breasts and pinched her nipple.
Then he did the same with her panties. When I realized what was going
on, my wife was laying on our bed completely nude, completely shaved,
with two cameras and other men and women watching her, my dick began
to stiffen. Two men began dressing her in a similar leather jump suit.
She was kicking and swinging her arms and screaming. They would get a
leg in and she would kick it out. One of the men motioned to another
man standing near-by. A man put a rag over her nose and mouth and
within about five seconds she went limp. But I didn't. I was getting
harder. The two men dressed RH in her sleep in the suit. It also had
an opening that left her shaved pussy and rear end in plain view, plus
two more that left her C breasts and nipples completely in view. They
zipped it up and placed the hood over her head and eyes, but for her
they didn't open the flap so she could see. I noticed there was a
second Velcroed flap that covered her mouth. They used belts to tie
her arms and legs to the four bedposts spread-eagle. Seeing my wife
like this with all these people also seeing her was such a turn-on I
was having trouble controlling myself. I wanted to fuck her brains
out. But I couldn't move. I couldn't help but notice that the way RH
was dressed, I would have had no way of knowing it was really her. All
you could see was her hands and feet, her pussy, and her breasts. And
without any pubic hair and the hair on her head covered like it was,
you had no idea what color her hair was. She could have been almost
anyone, that is, anyone with a great body! I must have looked the
same. I wondered what was next. And had no idea it was about to become
even kinkier.

	One of the men put something under RH's nose and she woke up. She
coughed and began moving her head and squirming again, trying hard to
free herself. The flap over her eyes was folded down now so she could
see. Mr. Smith, who so far has stayed in the background directing what
was going on, stepped up to the bottom of the bed and began to undo
his belt. He climbed up between my wife's legs and got his semi-hard
dick out. I couldn't believe it. He was going to fuck my wife for
$2000. That was never mentioned. We were supposed to be the ones
having sex, not him. I began to squirm and make as much noise as I
could with my mouth covered by the flap and restrained like I was. I
wanted him to stop. No man but me had ever had sex with her, and I
wanted to keep it that way. He moved his body up and sat on her
breasts, undoing the flap over her mouth. When she realized what was
happening she began to really kick and squirm. He then tried to put
his dick in her mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening. She
wouldn't take it. He left her mouth uncovered and moved back between
her legs. He put his dick onto her pussy and pushed it right in. She
must have really been wet; he had no problem going in. She was still
resisting violently, but being tied down like she was there was little
she could do to prevent what was happening to her. He began slowing
moving it back and forth.

	From where I sat I could see between her legs, watching it slid in
and out in her juices. I couldn't believe what I was watching, how
could this have happened? She's my wife! But it was exciting me to no
end, I was hard as a rock and I wanted to fuck her too. After a few
minutes he pulled it out and quickly moved back up where he could get
it in her mouth. She again wouldn't open up.

	He yelled, "If you know what is good for you, you will give me a blow
job now!"

	She yelled back, "I won't!"

	Mr. Smith motioned to another man who was watching and was handed a
short leather-riding crop. He told her she will give him a blowjob,
either his way or hers and raised the crop. She reluctantly opened her
mouth and took his dick. In about 30 seconds he shot it right into her
mouth and told her to swallow. She did. I was still squirming, I
wanted to kill him at this point, and he got off my wife and walked
over to me. He undid the flap over my mouth and asked if I was going
to stay quite. I spit at him, hit him right on the face. He said, "You
will be sorry for that." He called for Mr. Jones to come over. What in
the world was next? But I knew there was nothing he could do worse
that what I just watched! I was wrong!

	Mr. Jones had never spoken to me before. He said, "So you liked
seeing your wife swallow Mr. Smith's cum, huh?"

	I didn't answer. I did like it, but I would never have admitted it to
him or her. It got me hot watching my wife do that with another man.
Watching her resist as hard as she did and end up doing it anyway.
Then swallowing it. Mr. Jones got down on his knees and took my dick
in this hand. A man had never touched me there before and it was a
strange and unwelcome feeling. But I had stayed hard and excited from
watching my wife. I fought his touch as much as I could, but there was
nothing I could do. He put it in his mouth. I never had a man do this
to me before, really only my wife had done it to me. I didn't have a
gay bone in my body, and hated the thought of what as happening now.
The idea of a man doing it to me repulsed me, but I have to say it
felt about the same. I had no choice, I couldn't move, so I had to
just let him do it. And I realized the predicament I was in and knew
that fighting them or making them mad at this point would only make it
worse for me or my wife, or both of us. These guys were going to have
things their way, and there was nothing we were going to do to stop
them or change what they were doing. Once I realized this, I began to
really get turned on. But I still refused to cum with a guy. Then he
stopped. I was glad. But now I wanted to be let loose on RH. But he
stood up and began to undo his pants. I wondered what was going to
happen, but not for long. He got his dick out, it was semi-hard. He
stepped up on the chair, with his feet next to my hips. He pulled the
Velcro flap covering my mouth down and tried to put it in my mouth. I
refused. I wanted to get this over with, but I wasn't going that far.

	He said: "OK, BJ, have it your way". He climbed down and went over to
RH, who still had cum running down the side of her mouth from Mr.
Smith. He undid her arms and legs from the bed and told her to roll
over. She fought when she was finally untied, but four men were able
to hold her still while she was retied, but this time on her stomach.
I have to admit that this way I had an even better view of her shaved
pussy and I loved it. But I wasn't sure what was next since I had
refused to blow Mr. Jones. But I wasn't gay and wouldn't do that. I
was afraid he was about to take it out on RH. Mr. Jones got between my
wife's legs and one of the women came over with a tube of KY Jelly and
liberally rubbed it on the head of his dick. I knew what was about to
happen, something we had experimented with earlier in our marriage
without much success. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head
as far up and back as it could possibly go. I could see she was in
severe pain. Tears were coming out of her eyes. He held her hair with
one hand and put the head of his dick in the right spot and pushed a
little. There was resistance. He repositioned it and pushed again,
this time harder. It slid right in. And as it did I heard RH climax,
her unmistakable and familiar groaning that I had heard many times
before. Mr. Jones then began moving in and out until he came in her
ass.

	Now I had watched one cum in her mouth and one in her butt. This has
to be over. But it wasn't. He untied my wife again and turned her back
over and re-tied her. Much of the fight was out of her by now, I think
she had given up and decided to just get this over with. I had a good
view of my wife's pussy right now and saw something that surprised me.
RH has a very prominent clit. It normally hides behind its hood until
she gets real excited. It then peeks out. And as she gets more and
more excited it peeks out more and more. Let's just say I lovingly
call it her little penis. I can always tell when she is ready. Well,
it was as big and swollen and red as I had ever seen it. Just
enormous! I have seen men at the gym with smaller penises! It
surprised me that she was so excited over what was going on tonight.

	A new man came into the bedroom carrying a leading a man dressed in
the same outfit as me, but with a limp dick. He told the man to stand
there. There was no movement. His eyes and mouth were covered behind
the flaps, all you could see were his hands, feet, and genitals. The
new man came back in leading a woman this time and told her to stand
next to the man. She was dressed the same. All I could see were her
hands, feet, a shaved pussy, and beautiful breasts with hard nipples.
He told the man to fuck my wife and cum in her and undid his eye
cover. He told the woman next to him to get him hard and undid her eye
cover and mouth cover. She dropped to her knees and took his soft dick
in her mouth and in about a minute had it hard a rock. She stood up
and watched what was about to happen. He got on his knees and made my
wife give him a blowjob. She didn't resist at all this time. He then
climbed up between her legs and slipped it in her. I was watching her
get it a third time! This one took about five minutes, but he climaxed
in her as he was told, and she climaxed a second time, no mistake
about it. As he got up he accidentally put his weight on her leg and
he said, "I'm sorry!" I knew that voice from somewhere. But where? I
thought about it. Then it hit me. It was AJ! I would have never known
him from the outfit, but there was no mistaking his voice. I didn't
think he knew it was me or my wife. But that means the woman must be
his cute, red headed wife. I bet he checked out that web site and got
hooked up in this too. So AJ had gotten to fuck my wife and didn't
even know it. At this point I was the only one in the room who hadn't
been allowed to climax and I wanted to badly. AJ was told to stand
next to the woman. Now Mr. Smith ordered the woman to perform oral sex
on my wife. She crawled up between my wife's legs and I got to watch
the show. The cameras were humming. I was untied from the chair and
told to fuck AJ's wife doggie-style. And I needed it by now. I
couldn't believe I was going to get to fuck AJ's wife while she gave
my wife oral and he watched and neither him nor her would ever know
it! What a turn on! I climbed up behind to her and put my dick in from
behind. In about 20 seconds I was done. AJ was a lucky guy. She was
great! I pulled it out and someone yelled "Cut!" and the whirling of
the cameras stopped. AJ and his wife had their eyes covered again and
were escorted out of the room as I heard someone thanking them and
telling them they had done a fine job and would be taken home now. I
saw RH's eyes get covered and then mine were, and we were led out to a
waiting car. I knew what was coming next. We were being taken to the
next filming to fuck the next couple, and we would be back home before
morning.

	Eight months have passed since this episode happened to us. After we
were returned to home that next Sunday morning, we had slept for most
of the day, and then never again talked about or mentioned what had
happened to us that night. It was as if it never happened. We did go
out and buy a new washer and dryer, and as a bonus we got a big-screen
TV with what was left over. And paid some Christmas bills. I have
worked with AJ many days since then and he has never mentioned it
either. Whenever he mentions his wife I get a warm feeling inside. But
he has no idea who he was fucking or that I fucked his wife.

	Last night the strangest thing happened. I signed on to AOL and had
an e-mail titled: "Make $3000 In The Sequel" I opened it. It said:
"Eight months ago you and your wife participated in the most memorable
night of your life. We are planning a sequel to your first movie and
would like to hire you to play your roles again. We will pay $1500 a
person this time. If you are interested, reply and let me know." It
was signed Mr. Smith. I thought, "Yea, sure!, we are done with you,
you bastard!" Later in the evening I jokingly mentioned it to my wife,
knowing she would be disgusted by the whole idea, and not sure what
her reaction would be. I felt that she had remained quiet about the
whole thing because she had been traumatized by what happened. But I
think I was wrong about her feelings.

	She smiled and said, "Sure, I think I would like that!" I replied to
the e-mail that night.

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