
WIFE'S STORY
By
WIFE WATCHER

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My very best friend is Joan, we do everything together.  She is like
a sister to me.  No, much more than a sister.  We go everywhere
together, we share everything.....  No, that isn't true.  There is
one thing that we don't share.  Her husband Trevor.

I am happily married to Peter, he is a loving devoted husband in
every way and I wouldn't change him for the world but my closeness
to Joan is making me lust after Trevor.  I don't know what I shall
do........

I wrote the above in my diary 2 months ago.  What has happened since
then?  You may well ask.  What is it they say, be careful what you
wish for, you may get it.  And I did get it, in Spades.

I started flirting with Trevor, brushing against him, leaving
buttons undone so he could see my cleavage etc.  All the usual
womanly whiles.  It worked, I got him interested.  We started out
with a little feel here or grope there or quick kiss.  On these
occasions my heart would pound in my breast.  My juices would flow
and I couldn't drag Peter to bed quick enough.  He was bewildered as
to how he suddenly had a Nympho wife but didn't really care as he
was getting the benefits of it.  We usually have good sex but now he
had a wild woman screwing the life out of him.  He went around in a
daze most of the time and with a silly smile on his face.

Things with Trevor started getting hot.  We both felt that the time
had come to do something about it.  I needed him between my legs.
Needed to feel his manhood invading my inner depths.  So much for
the poetry...  I needed FUCKING!!!!

He invited me around to his house one morning when Joan was due to
visit her mother.  I turned up on his doorstep wearing a raincoat
despite it being a lovely day.  You see all I had on was my
high-heeled shoes and the coat.  I didn't want to waste any time.
In no time, we were on the bed and I was sucking the life out of his
big cock.  It was a bit of a novelty for me as I'm not used to one
quite that large.  Trevor pulled my head away, saying that he wanted
to fuck me.  God, I wanted it too, wanted that huge dick inside me.

Trevor raised my legs over his shoulders and placed the tip of his
big cock against my pussy lips.  The tension was unbearable.  This
is the moment I had dreamed of.   I was trembling like a virgin
about to be deflowered, when suddenly I started to climax.  No
physical stimulation was needed; just the touch of my lover's cock
sent me into involuntary, rapturous climaxes.

I lay there spent, exhausted.  I opened my eyes and looked at
Trevor, he was smiling down at me. He said. "You are one horny slut.
Can I have a turn now?"

I replied "Mmmmm!  Yes please."  Then I felt his cock entering me,
opening my cunt and spreading my insides like never before.  I could
feel my insides stretching around His huge cock.  It was bliss!  I
was in cock heaven.  My climax's started again, cummimg and cumming.
But when I felt him explode within me, felt his hot cum shooting
into my womb, that was just too much.  I passed out with sheer
pleasure.

I was dreaming that we were doing it again.  Dreaming that his cock
was pressed against my pussy lips and was entering me.  I felt him
kiss my mouth, his moustache tickled. MOUSTACHE!!!!!  He hasn't got
a moustache.  My mind became alert, I knew this wasn't a dream it
was really happening.  I opened my eyes but it was complete
darkness.  I could feel that something was over my eyes and I went
to pull it away but my hand was tied, both my hands were tied to the
bedposts.  Panic engulfed me.  I was being fucked by an unknown man
whilst blindfolded and bound to a bed.  But as his cock started to
go in and out, the pleasure increased, no, the excitement increased.
I couldn't believe it, I was turned on by this invasion of my body,
by this RAPE.  The very word turned me on even more.  I felt him
tense and shoot his sponk into me.  This action caused me to cum
again.  As he pulled out of me and got off the bed I felt his sponk
running down my cunt lips and onto my thighs. 

I don't know what had come over me, I was in a permanent state of
arousal.  I wanted more, more cock, more defilement.

I felt someone else climbed onto the bed, It seems that I wasn't to
be disappointed.  I felt a hard prick rubbing my pussy. I tried to
suck it into me. It teased my clit coating itself with the man's
sperm and then it went lower pushing into my arse. It hurt!! "No,
not so fast. Please give me time...." It drove into me. Ohhh it
hurt. I was wrong I wasn't ready for more defilement.  Deeper it
invaded me.  I tried to squeeze it out, but that made it hurt more.
Deeper, How deep would he go? "OHHH... it hurts. Stop, please.."
Suddenly It changed.  It felt good.  So good.  Like nothing I had
ever experienced before.

How strange. It was like an ordinary fuck.  So Good, but different.
My orgasm began deep inside. I didn't even know I could have an
orgasm from being fucked in the arse.  I have never climaxed so
hard.  I humped my arse upward to meet his downward thrust, I wanted
him even deeper inside me.  I felt him cumming, filling my arse with
his sponk. I was begging him out loud. I was moaning for him to keep
fucking me. "Fuck my arse.  Rip me!  Tear me!  Oh MY GOD, Yes!  It's
so good. So very good."

I felt him climb off the bed, then silence.  I then felt the
blindfold being removed.  My eyes hurt as I was blinded by the
sunlight pouring into the room.  My heart almost stopped.  It was
Joan standing over me.  I became even more frightened when I saw
Trevor behind her.  He was gagged and tied to a chair. "SLUT!"  She
screamed.  I trusted you and find you fucking my husband. "I'm
sorry!"  I blurted. "Not as sorry as your going to be!"  She said,
stepping back so that the 3 other naked men in the room could climb
onto the bed.  I recognised them immediately as well as the 2 who
had just abused me.  The 5 of them were outside in the street when I
arrived, they were digging a hole in the road.  1 white guy who had
just fucked my arse and a black guy who had fucked me and another
white guy and 2 black guys that were now climbing onto the bed.....
to FUCK ME!

I arrived home and as I walked into the livingroom, Peter jumped up
in alarm.  "What happened to you?  You're a mess."  I opened my coat
and let it drop to the floor.  Peter had been alarmed at my tussled
hair that was matted with sponk and the flaky sponk that had dried
on my face but you should have seen the expression on his dear sweet
face as he beheld his wife, me.  Breasts covered in bruises,
lovebites and dried sponk.  Pussy hairs matted and fresh sponk
trickling down my thighs.

He walked over to me as in a daze.  He dropped to his knees and
buried his face into my sponky cunt and licked and slurped at me,
bringing me to several orgasms.   We went to bed and fucked all day
and into the night.

We have both been so strongly affected by this event, that it has
become our way of life.  We often have gang bangs were I am abused
by lots of men and Peter cleans me up afterwards.

What became of Joan?  She got that 'turned on' watching the gang
rape that she had organised, that she couldn't help herself but join
in.  We are once again the best of friends and often share our
lovers.
