                          PREGNANT  WIFE .     By  Penfold. 
                                                                                                                            
What I'm about to tell you is absolutely true.My name is Helen and
my husbands name is Paul, and we have been married for nine
years,lately we had been arguing a lot over the fact that I was
having no luck getting pregnant again although we had been at it
like rabbits for months.

Let me first say that I already had two children and I loved my
husband dearly, however I was getting frustrated by our lack of
success and we were beginning to argue more and more, this one fatal
evening being no exception.

I can't remember what started the argument but things were said and
I ended up storming out of the house without any thought of where I
was going or what I was doing.

Anyhow as it was a fine summers evening I walked and walked until I
ended up in the town centre, just simply looking in shop windows at
all the latest fashions to cheer myself up.

I soon calmed down and decided to make my way back home, it was at
this point that things started to happen that were to change my
life, perhaps forever.  As in most towns nowadays you always get a
collection of loud unruly youths hanging around being generally
objectionable, and our town was no exception.

As I began to walk past these louts who all seemed to be Asian I was
met by some very coarse and crude comments, you know the sort of
thing 'great tits, nice arse love etc'. I would normally have
ignored such remarks but probably because of my earlier temper I
angrily rounded on the louts who were about sixteen or seventeen
years of age and demanded an apology for such remarks.  A tall and
not very nice looking lad pushed his way to the front of the group
who had now gathered quite menacingly around me. Whats the matter
slut? he said arrogantly, do you want me to play with your tits?  My
face coloured and I said angrily that he wouldn't dare.

Before I knew what was happening his hand had reached out, deftly
undoing the top three buttons of my light summer dress, at the same
time managing to slip his fingers inside my bra, he was now actively
squeezing my nipple.  I brought my arm up instinctively to push him
away, but as I did so one of the other lads put his hand up my
skirt, pulled my skimpy knickers to one side and slid at least two
fingers deep inside me.  I gasped and my knees started to buckle,
another of the youths had now moved in and slid another finger
inside me along with that of his mates, he laughed saying out loud
'the tart's ready for it, she's well juiced up'.  He was right I was,
here was I a thirty-two year old married woman, a mother of two
children, being groped and abused in broad daylight by a large group
of youths, and instead of shouting for help I had never felt so
sexually aroused.

The lad who had first approached me,who I later learned was called
Jamal said that I was a wanton bitch who needed a good fucking, I
said nothing but mearly nodded my head.  I had never been spoken to
in such a manner before, but the more he spoke dirty to me the more
aroused I was becoming. My mind was in a whirl as the group led me
along a pathway to what led to a boarded up property next to some
waste ground.  I was quickly shoved inside and led into a filthy and
squalid downstairs room devoid of furniture except for a dirty old
mattress on the floor.

The atmosphere was now electric as the youths formed a close circle
around me,I counted eight lads in all, I was shaking not with fear
but with excitement as Jamal came up to me, quickly removing my
dress followed by my bra and knickers.  As soon as this was done the
comments became ever more crude and I was pushed down on the
mattress under a groping sea of hands and I orgasmed very
quickly.Then I looked up and saw that Jamal had removed his pants
and was now stood over me, his large brown dick hard and erect, lust
was now coursing through my body as I begged him to fuck me.  He
told me to kneel up doggy style so he could fuck me like the whore
that I was, I did as I was ordered.  My cunt was lubricating freely
as I felt the tip of his manhood enter me for the first time,  then
I suddenly tensed as I realised that he wasn't using anything.
Whats the matter he asked? I replied that I wasn't on the pill.
Listen you slag, I'M going to fuck you and I'M going to come inside
you, and then all the rest of my mates are going to do the same o.k?
I was so far gone by this time that I just didn't care anymore and I
practically screamed at them that they could all do whatever they
wanted to me.

Jamal then plunged his dick deep inside me and I orgasmed for the
second time, two of the others grabbed a tit each and yet another
shoved his dick inside my mouth. It wasn't long before I felt Jamal
speed up then his body tensed as I felt the first squirts of his
come flooding my womb and I orgasmed again, all fears of an unwanted
pregnancy long since gone.

As Jamal climbed off me he was quickly replaced by one of the
others, and so it began, I was fucked by each one of the others in
turn, some of them twice, all of them came inside me and my body was
abused in every way imaginable.

After they had all finished with me Jamal pulled me to my feet and
gave me my dress, I asked for my underwear but he said that the lads
would keep it as a souvenir. I asked if anyone had a tissue so I
could wipe myself, but Jamal told me that a slut like me should walk
home with all their spunk inside me. This sort of talk instead of
upsetting me only heightened my sexual arousal and Jamal sensed this
fact, so it was that I put on my dress and set off to walk back
home.

What a sight I must have looked, my hair all messed up and matted
with spunk, two buttons had popped off my dress which meant my tits
were on almost open display, and streams of spunk were now making
their way down my thighs and down the backs of my legs.

When I got back home I was relieved to find my husband had gone to
bed, so I quietly crept into the bathroom put my heavily soiled
dress in the washing basket and got in the shower. I was shocked
when I examined myself, as my body was covered in small bruises and
I had a number of love-bites on my tits, I would have to be careful
that hubby didn't see me naked for a few weeks.  As my mind raced
through the events of the evening I found myself becoming aroused
yet again and had to finger myself whilst finishing off my shower,
something I hadn't done since I was a teenager, my body shuddered to
a climax as I thought about Jamal.  After that I quickly got dried
and crept into bed wondering how I was going to face my husband in
the morning.

I lay awake for quite a while going over the events of the past few
hours, what had made me behave in such a manner, and would I now be
saddled with a pregnancy.  I would never be able to lie to my
husband if I was pregnant as all the lads were coloured.  I made my
mind up to go to the doctors later that day for the morning after
pill, and with that sorted I drifted off to sleep.

Next morning I was up bright and early and got dressed before my
husband had chance to see the state of my body.  Nothing was
mentioned about our argument of the previous evening and after my
hubby had left for work I got the kids sorted out and we set off on
the school run

After dropping the kids off at school I made my way back home as I
thought I would make myself look presentable before going to the
doctors.   However as I turned onto our avenue I could see two
figures on our driveway.  As I got nearer I froze in horror, for the
people on my drive were non other than Jamal and his friend Mustafa,
I had forgot that I had foolishly told Jamal where I lived.

My stomach churned as I approached them, a mixture of fear and
excitement, I asked them what the hell they were doing on my drive,
Jamal laughed and said he had come to see his slut.  I had decided
that the events of last night were a one off and nothing like that
would ever happen again.  Not wanting to be seen by the neighbours I
thought I better get the lads inside whilst I explained this to
them.

However no sooner had I shut the front door than Mustafa shoved me
against the wall in the hallway and thrust his hand up my skirt, I
tried to push him away but the feelings I had experienced last night
returned with a vengeance. I opened my legs wide as he pulled my
knickers to one side and before I knew what was happening he was
fucking me in my own hallway against the wall.  I groaned as I
orgasmed strongly and it wasn't long before I felt him tense and
shoot squirt after squirt of his seed deep inside me.

Jamal just smiled after Mustafa had finished with me, I think he
knew at this point that I was totally under their control, a fact
that I had now acknowledged to myself.  Jamal informed me that we
were going out but first I needed to change into something that
befitted my status as a whore.  I replied in a lusty voice  that I
wasn't any whore I was their whore. Mustafa went to my wardrobe and
chose a tiny flared mini skirt that I hadnt worn since my courting
days, to add to this was chosen a very tight white tee-shirt, a
G-string and no bra, plus a pair of my highest heeled shoes.

Just seeing myself dressed like this turned me on and I badly wanted
Jamal to fuck me, but he said we were going out but would not tell
me where.  As we walked towards my car I was conscious of how I
looked and hoped no-one else on the avenue could see me.

As I drove towards town Jamal gave me directions, eventually telling
me to stop outside a taxi business which I was told belonged to one
of Mustafas relations.  Jamal leaned across and played with my tits
which made me groan with lust, he then asked me if I would do
anything he wanted, and I nodded. Good he said, then I want you to
go inside the taxi shop and have sex with the guy at the counter.  I
was horrified by the suggestion and said that anything like that was
completely out of the question, and yet at the same time the wetness
of my cunt was telling me a different story and I knew then that I
would do as they asked.

Jamal said I wasn't to argue and I slowly nodded my agreement, I got
out of the car and went inside the shop not knowing how to approach
the situation or what on earth I would say.  The man behind the
counter looked me up and down as I walked in, his eyes burning into
my braless tits as they jiggled up and down mentally undressing me,
he was a coloured guy not very attractive and probably in his late
fifties.

He asked me where I wanted to go in not very good English, I blurted
out that I didn't require to go anywhere, but that I had always
liked coloured men and I liked him.  The chap was speechless and I
felt embarrassed, I could not believe what I was doing, here I was a
young married mother of two offering myself for sex with a total
stranger, and yet the sordidness of the situation was making me
terribly aroused.

By now the man had regained his composure and was openly leering at
me, he moved to lock the shop door and beckoned me into a back room
which I took to be a rest room for the drivers.   The room was
rather grubby, the only furniture being a settee and one easy-chair,
the walls were plastered with girlie pictures.

The man now started undressing me, I made no effort to stop him as
he quickly shoved me down onto the settee and entered me, I orgasmed
almost immediately my senses reeling.  I had entered these premises
less than ten minutes ago and here I was having sex with a man whose
name I didn't even know. Just then something made me look up, two
other men had entered the room and I could see from the badges they
were wearing that they were taxi drivers, again both coloured.  One
was in his thirties and not bad looking, but the other guy was much
older and fat with horrible teeth and a pock marked face.  I made no
attempt to cover myself up but instead spurred my lover on as the
other two men watched.  I felt him speed up and then his dick
twitched as yet another stream of spunk flooded my unprotected womb.
As the first man climbed off me I wantonly beckoned one of the other
men who had been watching to take me, the younger of the two had me
first although he didn't last very long. Next came the ugly fat guy,
he smelt strongly of body odour which instead of turning me off had
quite the opposite effect, and as he came inside me I begged him to
give me a baby, after he climbed off me he turned me round on all
fours and proceeded to fist fuck me.  I thought I was going to be
split in two as his fist sank deeper and deeper inside me but I took
his fist with embarrassing ease and I lost count of the times I
orgasmed.  One of the guys had produced a camera from somewhere and
was taking pictures of me in every disgusting way possible which I
actively encouraged, they told me they were going to put them on the
wall.

I later got dressed and triumphantly rejoined Jamal and Mustafa back
in my car, relating to them the details of what I had been up to,
which met with their approval. Over the next five or six weeks I was
fucked almost on a daily basis by Jamal and his friends and also by
all of the taxi drivers down at the shop, and my husband suspected
nothing.

However the inevitable happened, I missed my next two periods, yes I
was well and truly pregnant and I had to tell Paul the truth. I had
fully expected him to throw me out on the street.  He listened in
shocked silence to my revelations, but then to my joy and amazement
he said he understood that people had different needs and that he
would stand by me.

I confessed to him that I wasnt sure if I would be able to stop
what I was doing with other men and perhaps it would be better if I
left, but he told me that so long as I was honest and open about
what I was doing then it would be acceptable to him for me to
continue.  What a husband!

             THE END.


 


