Author:  Expositor
Title: Raped by My Repair Men
Summary:  A lengthy period of celibacy, imposed by my husband's
too long absence, was illegally broken by two handsome young
repairmen who refused to take "No" for an answer.
Keywords: MM~F, preg, rape, reluc, cuckold
Copyright: 2010



     As I admired the two youths through my bedroom window who
were repairing our swimming pool out back I felt my vagina
moisten.  My husband had been on a six month business trip in
Europe that still had nearly three months to go.  I had been
faithful to him during ten years of marriage.  Nevertheless, I
had always had a powerful sex drive.  This enforced celibacy had
been real agony for me.  I would have accompanied him, or at
least visited him, but I had my own business, which I operated
out of our home.  After an uncertain beginning, business was
finally picking up.

     They were little over twenty years old, and stripped to the
waist.  Their jobs obviously kept them in excellent shape.  When
one of them looked up and saw me admiring them, he smiled shyly.
I suddenly became embarrassed, and turned away, and went back
into my bedroom.

     During the two days that they had been working on our
swimming pool they had been officially polite, almost
deferential. Although I called them by their first names, Gary,
and Tom, I was "Ma'am" and "Mrs. Eastman" to them.

     Because the day was hot, I went outside and asked them if
they would like to come inside, and have some ice tea before
heading home at the end of the day.  "Thank you, Mrs. Eastman,"
Gary said.  "That would be nice."

     When the boys came in at the end of the day, they smelled
deliciously of perspiration, deodorant, and cologne. I sensed
that they were uncomfortable with the affluence my husband and I
enjoyed, so I tried to put them at their ease.  I told them about
my husband's business trip, and my own business that finally
seemed to be succeeding.

     They were obviously on their best behavior, but avoided
telling me very much about themselves.

     After about a half an hour, when it seemed time for the boys
to leave, I picked up our glasses and the pitcher of tea, and
carried them into the kitchen.  When Tom followed me, I thought
he would help me rinse them. Instead, he put his arms around
mine, gently, but firmly enough to keep me from moving.

     "Tom," I protested. "What are you doing?"

     "I am doing what you want me to," he said kissing the back
of my neck."

     "No I do not, now let me go!"

     "Make me," he said laughing.

     By now Gary had entered the kitchen. After putting his hands
behind my head and kissing my lips, he unbuckled, unsnapped, and
unzipped my shorts, pulling them down below my knees.  My panties
were soon to follow.  "Please boys," I pleaded, "If you stop now
I promise not to tell anyone.  Let's just forget this happened."


     "We're too excited to stop," Gary said.  "We have wanted you
ever since we saw you."  He put his hand inside my clit, and
said, "You're enjoying this too.  You're nice and wet.  We're
going to give you something to tide you over until your husband
gets back."

     "You don't have my permission for any of this," I protested.
 "I'll report it to the police."

     "We'll take our chances with that," Tom said, laughing.  "If
they put us in prison, we'll have much to tell the other
convicts.  You are too gorgeous to resist."

      I kept telling myself that this was not really happening. 
Just to remind me that it was, Gary removed my sandals, and
pulled my shorts and panties off.  It was somewhat more difficult
for them to remove my blouse and bra, because I continued to
resist, but they managed after a struggle.  They were careful not
to hit me, and not to tear my clothes.

     Tom held my arms tightly behind me, causing my fairly large
and firm breasts to jut forward.  These Gary zestfully explored,
feeling, and commenting on the hardness of my nipples.  My mind
revolted against what was going to happen to me, but my body
wanted it.  My husband had been gone too long.

     Gary explored the rest of my body, devoting much time to my
now very wet vagina.  "I'm glad you are so wet," he said, "That
will make it easy for us."

     Each boy firmly held one of my arms, as though I was being
led to my execution, and they led me into my bed room.  This
room, which had seen so much love and pleasure shared between my
husband and me, was to become the scene of my rape by two boys
young enough to be my sons.

     They lay me on our bed, on my back, so that my head was at
the opposite end of the headboard. This gave Tom the ability to
hold my hands down against the bed, so I could not move.  Gary
quickly removed his clothes, spread my thighs, and kneeled
between them, with his hard penis standing at attention.  After
squeezing and rubbing my breasts, he began his assault.  What had
waited six months for my husband's deliverance was invaded and
conquered by a man I hardly knew.

    "This is rape," I warned them, while my body shook to Gary's
coital movements.

     "Its rape all right," Tom said, while firmly holding both of
my hands.  "You've honored your husband.  Now relax and enjoy
it."

     My first orgasm was an unwelcome reminder that I was
enjoying it.  With my husband I make noise when I climax, but I
tried to conceal what was happening to me.  It was to no avail. 
"She just came," Gary boasted.  "Do you see how much fun this
is?" he asked.

     "I wish it wasn't," I said tensely.

     "I'm glad it is.  You'll have to explain this to the judge
if you report us," Gary said with a leer.

     After what seemed an eternity, but may have been ten
minutes, Gary shot his load into my vagina.  "Yes! Yes!" he
shouted.  Then he grunted a few times as he squeezed out his last
drops of semen.  Relaxing, he descended into my breasts, kissing
my lips, and saying, "That was wonderful."

     He wanted to stay in me as his penis became flaccid, but Tom
said, "It's my turn now.  I've got a case of lover's nuts that
won't quit."

     They changed places, and Tom and I went on together from
there.  I had a few more orgasms.  Yes, I was enjoying it.

     After Tom deposited his contribution to my violation, he
told his friend, "She's great, isn't she?"

     They quickly put their clothes on, high fived each other,
and left. When I was sure they were out of the house, I put my
clothes on, got a hand gun my husband taught me to use - and
which had obviously been no help - locked the front and back door
to our house, went into my bedroom, locked the door to that, and
began dialing the police.

     Then I considered my situation.  A DNA test would clearly
implicate them.  They would of course say that it had been
consensual.  Evidence in their favor included the fact that I had
no marks on me, my clothes were not torn, there was no evidence
of a struggle, and there was the tell tale wet spot on my bed.

     The trial would be an extended embarrassment.  If they were
acquitted, my husband might agree with their defense attorney. 
My husband was jealous.  Although I was thirty when I married
him, he regretted not being my first.  He might even divorce me.
I put down the receiver of the telephone, and did not call.

     For the rest of the day I kept my hand gun with me, and even
went to bed with it.  I thought about calling the pool repair
company, and canceling our contract, but I did not know what kind
of explanation to give.  I could not say the boys had performed
poorly, because they were doing excellent work.

     I did not know if the boys would come back the next day. 
They arrived on schedule.  All of us tried to behave as though
nothing had happened.  They seemed embarrassed and felt guilty,
and I could tell they were relieved that I had not called the
police.

     We tried to avoid each other during the day.  My attitude
toward them softened.  I have always wanted to feel fondly about
the boys and men who have enjoyed me sexually.

     They had been careful not to hurt me, I reminded myself. 
They were really good boys who had acted out of character. 
Perhaps they had been celibate for a long time too.  It was not
their fault that I was so - well Yes! - that I was so desirable.
At their age the sex drive is very powerful, as I well
remembered.  They had been driven to extremity by an appetite
they could not control.

     Because I like to know about the men I have sex with, I
invited them to have lunch with me the next day.  They looked
almost bashful when they graciously accepted my invitation.

     I thought they would be too remorseful to try anything. 
When they did, my resistance was almost pro forma.  "You don't
have my permission," I said as Gary held my arms against my
sides.

     "That's why we didn't ask," Tom said, kissing me.

     The boys quickly removed my clothes.  All that was necessary
this time to get me into my bed room was for Tom to hold my hand
tightly.  Neither of the boys needed to hold my hands against the
mattress this time.  With my hands free, I wrapped them around
Tom's naked back.  I enjoyed the feel of his young strong body,
and of course, of his presence where only my husband belonged. 
This was still rape, I told myself.  I had been too trusting,
that was all.

     When it was Gary's turn, he had me kneel on the bed, and he
entered from behind.  Tom kissed my lips, and fondled my breasts.
 I lost count of my orgasms.

     After they left, I did not even think about calling the
police.  At this point, no one would believe a charge of rape,
certainly not my husband.  I put the safety on my hand gun, and
put it back into its drawer so that I would not use it by
mistake.

     The boys only had two more days of work to do on our
swimming pool.  I spent the night looking forward to the next
day.  I thought that at this point any further reticence on my
part would be hypocritical.  The next day, when the boys came in
for lunch, I was wearing nothing but a transparent babydoll that
only came down a few inches below my vulva and buttocks.  These
were uncovered by panties.

     Our first session together had been rape.  Our second had
combined rape and seduction.  Now I was the seductress.  My
"victims" succumbed quickly. We rapidly finished our lunch,
before spending much more time in my bedroom satisfying a more
insistent appetite.

     The last day the boys only had a few things to do to
complete their assignment.  When they came in for lunch, they had
finished their work.  I was completely naked.  We delayed lunch.
I had never taken part in a gang bang, but I had fantasized doing
so.  This was close.  After taking their turns with me, they went
back in for a second time.  I enjoyed what must have been an hour
and a half of continuous sexual action.  I never got dry.  I
never got sore.  I never stopped climaxing.

     When we were finally finished, I had the boys lie on each
side of me, and we enjoyed a long and leisurely afterglow.

     I did not want the boys to leave.  I even thought of
inviting them back, perhaps with a friend of theirs. 
Nevertheless, I finally remembered that I was a married woman who
loved her husband.

     After a few days, I began to feel the enormity of what had
happened.  The first time was definitely rape.  The second time
was something I had not planned.  Because of my husband's long
absence, I had allowed the prescription for my birth control
pills to lapse.  Before inviting the boys in for a third session,
I went to a drug store to buy some condoms.  I surprised myself
by being too embarrassed to face the cashier with my purchase.  I
was known at that store.  I should have gone to another store
further away from home, but I told myself that the boys would
take care of things.  They did not.

     After I missed my period, the positive result of my
pregnancy test came almost as an anti climax.  My husband and I
had always intended to have at least one child.  Somehow our
careers kept intruding.  After longing for my husband's return, I
now anticipated it with dread.

     When my husband finally did return he sensed something was
wrong, and guessed what it was.  Although I did not look pregnant
yet with my clothes on, after he removed them he detected the
swelling.

     I told him everything, expecting to be beaten, divorced,
perhaps even killed.  When I was finished we were both crying. 
My husband told me he was more hurt than ever before in his life,
but he still loved me, and we would face this crisis together. 
He assuaged my guilt somewhat by confessing that he too had
strayed from the marital path during his stay in Europe, but he
was careful to use condoms.

     Because we both opposed abortion, that was never an option.
We briefly considered putting the baby up for adoption, but that
would lead to too many questions.  I could not hide my pregnancy.
 We hoped our friends would not count the months from my
husband's return and the day I gave birth, but we knew they
would.  I was already over two months pregnant.

     When my husband and I enjoyed the love making experience I
had looked forward to for nine months, it was really about love,
and not the intense and guilt provoking pleasure the boys had
given me.

     I bought maternity clothes, which I soon needed to wear, and
we purchased a crib, highchair, baby bottles, and the other
necessities of raising a baby.

     Several months later, when I was obviously pregnant, I
stopped at a hardware store some distance from our home, and saw
Tom.  I hoped he would not notice me.  When he did he smiled
broadly.  It was not a friendly smile of greeting.  It projected
mastery and satisfaction.  He knew why I was pregnant, and was
glad.  What was for me a scarlet letter was for him a badge of
manhood.  Events I confessed tearfully to my husband were
probably achievements he bragged about to his friends over a few
drinks at bars.

    I felt myself blushing terribly.  It seemed as though
everyone in the hardware store knew about what had happened
between us.  I left hurriedly without buying anything.

    Meanwhile, my husband was very supportive.  He had always
been physically affectionate to me in public.  Now he was even
more so.  Wordlessly he was telling our friends that he knew I
was not carrying his baby, and that he still loved me.



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