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My Money, or Your Wife (M+F, voy, reluc) 
by Ron Bloyd (cheeky@bestweb.net)

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CODES: M+/F, voy., reluc., "cons." rape.

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 mymoney?"

"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...

The End

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