MY HUSBAND
by Sandra

My husband first brought up the subject of me sleeping with another
man a few years ago.  I ignored it and thought it was just another
fantasy we were acting out during our lovemaking.  He began to ask
me how I would feel with another man inside of me and if I found it
exciting. I played along as it seemed to enhance our sex life and I
had read that fantasy played a part in all good marriages.  When he
started to suggest that I actually take a lover and tell him about
it we had a blazing row and I refused.  I told him that he could not
love me and ask me to sleep with another man.  He seemed to drop the
subject for a while but assured me that he did love me and wanted
our marriage to continue and improve.  I continued to take part in
our fantasies during our lovemaking, convincing myself that they
were harmless.  The fantasy's became more and more intense and began
to revolve around several men having sex with me in different
scenarios.

My husband became very sexually excited during these sessions and I
began to feel used, as though they were actually taking place.  As
time went on my husband began to talk about gangbangs with coloured
men.  He would whisper to me that I would enjoy having 10 or 20
black men taking it in turn to make love to me.  No matter how many
times I told him that this was not lovemaking, just fucking he would
not agree.  He kept on at me about making our fantasy a reality and
insisting that I would enjoy it.  Finally I lost my temper and moved
out for a while, going to visit my mother and father who lived about
50 miles away.  We did not tell anybody that we had separated, just
that I was visiting my parents for a while.  My father, who is a
church vicar and my mother kept questioning me about my marriage.

They knew that something was wrong and because of their religious
views, were very anti divorce.  My mother told me that I must go to
my husband and work at my marriage.  She kept telling me that I
needed to have children to make my marriage work and settle down to
raising them.  I spoke to my husband on the phone everyday and he
kept pleading with me to return and assuring me that he would
change. After about three weeks I finally agreed to move back in
with my husband on the condition that the fantasies stopped.  On the
first night I was home my husband took me out for a lovely dinner in
my favourite restaurant and after a smashing meal and a bottle of
wine we went home and made love.  For the first time for a year we
made love without him whispering his obscene fantasies in my ear.
As we lay together in our bed he asked me how I felt about starting
a family.

My husband knew that I had wanted to have children ever since we got
married.  I asked him if he really meant it and he assured me that
he did.  At that point I knew that it could all work and we could be
happy again.  I agreed to come off the pill and try for a family.
The next day my husband was very attentive and after work he
suggested that we go out for a drink.  We had a lovely evening and
got back home late.  I was disappointed when he got into bed, said
goodnight and fell asleep.  For the next week he seemed to be 'off
sex' and when I questioned him about it he said he was very busy at
work and therefore very tired.  He also said that we would go out
for a drink at the weekend and when we got home we could try for a
baby.  That was enough for me and I just looked forward to the
Saturday night.

My husband arrived home on the Saturday with a present of a new
skimpy black dress and matching shoes.  After I had bathed I dressed
and said to my husband that he might have bought me a new bra and
pants while he was at it.  He laughed and told me that I should not
wear any.  Finally he convinced me to go without a bra but there was
no way that I could go out without panties.  We had a lovely night
out and I had loads to drink.  I was feeling very relaxed by the
time we arrived home and as we sat in the lounge my husband brought
in a bottle of champagne and two glasses.  We sat cuddling and
kissing while we drank the whole bottle between us.  In fact I
seemed to be drinking much more that my husband but he laughed and
said that if he drank too much he would be no use in bed.  The
alcohol had given me a wonderful warm feeling and I was getting very
randy.

Finally we retired to our bedroom and my husband gently started to
undress me.  He was kissing my body all over as he slipped my dress
up and over my head.  He laid me on the bed and spread my legs and
arms to the four corners of the bed.  He started to kiss my pussy
and tits and run his hand all over my body.  The alcohol had induced
a very relaxed feeling in me and I could feel my husband pulling at
me wrists.  As I lay there feeling him sucking on my nipples I tried
to think what he was doing with my arms.  I realised that he was
tying my wrists to the bedposts.  I was just beginning to realise
that there was something wrong when I felt my ankles being pulled
towards the bottom bedposts.  As I opened my eyes I saw my husband
getting up from the bed and I looked around the bedroom.  I could
see shadows moving around and I could hear voices.  Suddenly I the
lights were switched on and I could see a crowd of black men, all
naked.  I moved my head around looking for my husband and realised
that there was at least 12 men in the room and none of them was my
husband.  As I lay there the circle of men closed in towards the
bed.  I saw that they were all pulling and rubbing their cocks.
Some of them were huge and it was clear what they intended for me.
I wondered where the hell my husband had got too.  I wondered if he
had escaped and when help would arrive.

I decided that I had to just lie back and hope that help would
arrive before anything happened.  The men were now rubbing their
hands over my breasts and feeling my pussy.  One of them turned my
head to the side and pushed his cock at my mouth.  All he said was
open it bitch and co-operate and you won't get hurt.  I decided to
play for time and so I opened my mouth as he pushed his large black
cock between my lips.  As he did I felt someone climb between my
legs and I suddenly panicked.  We were going to make a baby tonight
and now I had a black man about to penetrate my fertile pussy.  I
took my mouth off the cock and pleaded with the man not to enter me.
He laughed and I felt his cock move slightly inside my body.  I
pleaded with him to at least wear protection or pull out before he
came.  The only answer I got was another several inches of black
cock pushing into me.  The man who had been in my mouth was
masturbating next to my ear and as I spoke he came.  I felt a large
jet of sperm splatter over my face and then another into my hair.
The man between my thighs was starting to thrust in and out with a
steady rhythm.  Two other men had attached their mouth's to my
nipples and were sucking and squeezing my tits.  The guy thrusting
between my legs groaned and came.

I could feel his warm sperm flow into me while his weight slumped
down onto my body.  As he lifted his body off of mine I felt his
long cock slip out of my pussy.  As soon as he was off another man
took his place and quickly pushed his manhood into my sloppy pussy.
I could feel hands all over my body and my head was turned again to
the side as a hard cock was pushed into my mouth.  I gagged as he
pushed it deep into my throat and instinctively reached for him to
stop it going too deep. I was surprised to see that my hands were
now free and by bending my knees I realised that my ankles were free
too.  With one hand I was holding the balls of the guy who was
thrusting his erect member into my mouth while my other hand rested
on the hip of the man who was fucking me.  The man on top of me bent
his head down along side mine and whispered that I should enjoy it
and told me to wrap my legs around him. I did nothing and he then
told me that if I wanted to get out of this alive I should start to
look like I was enjoying it.  I was terrified and I reluctantly I
put my hands on his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips.
He kissed me full on the lips and I felt his tongue probing between
my lips.  I could do nothing about this rape, I had to survive and
to do that I had to play along and co-operate.  Once I had made that
decision it became slightly easier as I no longer felt guilty about
what was happening to me.

Suddenly the man on top of me groaned and I felt him shoot a wad of
sperm inside me.  I felt so wet in my pussy as he pulled out and I
could feel it running back out of me.  A third man took his place
between my legs and entered me.  As I lay there being fucked by the
third black man in a row I watched the man that had just finished
with me walk out of the door and two more come in.  I realised that
there were more guys than the 12 that I first saw in the room.  One
of them was wandering around with a camcorder and every so often he
would get in close while I was holding the balls of a cock which was
buried in my mouth.  I felt another blast of sperm hit my womb and
yet another hard black cock take its place.  I could not understand
where my husband was.  I was sure that he had got away and he should
have had loads of time to get back with the police by now.  One by
one the guys fucked me, shooting their black seed deep inside me
pausing only to roughly wipe my pussy with a towel when it got too
sloppy.  I lost count after 16 men had fucked me but more just kept
coming, they may have been around for seconds for all I know.  I
must have past out at some point because when I woke up I was alone
on the bed.  I carefully stood up and as I did I felt the sperm of
countless men start to run down my legs.

I walked out into the lounge where my husband was sitting in front
of the television set watching a porno film.  I asked him what was
happening and as I did so I realised that he was masturbating.  When
I looked at the TV I realised that it was me lying on the bed with a
hand wrapped around a black cock, which was buried in my mouth, my
other hand was on the back of the guy fucking me.  It did not look
like a rape scene at all.  I realised that my husband must have been
involved in the whole thing.  I screamed at him as his cock erupted
with sperm, which ran down his hand and arm.  After I had finished
screaming at him and had cooled down a bit he told me how he had set
it all up.  He told me that his fantasy of me being gangbanged by a
group of randy black men was so strong he just had to do it.  He
also told me that he had not told me all of his fantasy and he
always left off the last bit.  I asked him what it was and he told
me he wanted me to be pregnant by one of the black guys who had
gangbanged me and to delivery the baby nine months later.  He told
me that he had fulfilled it now and that he had enjoyed it more than
he would have believed.  He said that he was present throughout the
whole evening and had masturbated himself until he could barely
walk.

I was so shocked that I just collapsed into a chair.  He laughed at
me and asked me if I thought I was pregnant after all that spunk.  I
told him that even if I was I would not deliver this child and that
is when he played his final card.  He told me that he had several
copies of the video which all looked like I was enjoying myself.  He
also had several men who would swear that I had instigated the whole
thing and that my husband had come home and caught us during a
torrid sex session.  The alternative was to give birth to the baby
and he would swear that we had been assaulted on our way home and I
had been raped.  As my family was totally against abortion for any
reason, I would be able to carry the child.  He told me to think
about it and let him know in the morning.  I went and had a bath
then I slept in the spare room, there was no way I could sleep in
our bed where it all happened.  I awoke very early, about 4.30am in
the morning and got up. As I entered the lounge he was still sitting
in the chair in front of the TV.  He looked at me and asked me which
way I had decided.  I told him that he was a bastard and that I
could not see what choice I had, I would have to agree to say it was
a rape.  He laughed and said that he would have to arrange it right
away so that we could call the police. With that he went outside,
made a call and then started to tidy up the room.

He told me to go and change the bed linen and put it all in a bin
bag so he could sort it out later.  Once this was done he switched
off the lights and led me to our bedroom.  He told be that we would
get into bed and when we got up later that morning we could notify
the police. After the police knew I should have a change of mind and
refuse to press charges because I wished to avoid the publicity.  I
agreed that I would do this and then started to think about the
police.  I asked my husband how we would explain the delay between
the rape and notifying them.  He smiled at me and said that we could
just say it took us quite a while to untie ourselves.  It seemed
that he had worked it all out and I felt almost disappointed that I
could not find a flaw in his plan.  Suddenly I realised that I knew
the flaw... I looked at my husband and told him that I would be
given an internal examination and as I had had a bath they would
find no evidence.  He looked at me with a smile, which then broke
into a laugh.  I could not see what he was laughing at and I began
to get angry when I saw the door open and three black men entered
the room.

I screamed as two of them ran across the room and grabbed me.  I saw
one of them start to tie my husband to the heating pipes and loosely
tie gag onto his mouth.  Meanwhile I had been gagged, my night-dress
were ripped from my body and I was pushed back onto the bed.  My
arms were held down as I felt the familiar sensation of a large
black cock entering my body.  I knew that my husband had thought of
everything when the third deposit of black evidence was dumped into
my pussy.  Two hours later my husband called the police and his
scheme worked exactly as he had planned.  I refused to press charges
despite the attempts of the police to persuade me otherwise.  Six
weeks later a pregnancy test proved positive and my parents were
very insistent that I should not have an abortion as it was a life
and all life was precious and it was at least half of me.  My
husband was very understanding about it and agreed.  What made it so
much worse was that my parents thought the world of my husband for
agreeing to me having the child and accepting the responsibility of
its upbringing.  It is now starting to show and my husband has said
that its about time the guys came around again to get to know the
mother of one of their children.  I guess I will just have to get
used to it or leave, but with a black baby leaving will not be an
easy option.

If anyone wants to know what happened next send me a email and I will 
answer.

sandra_perce@hotmail.com


