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What Would You Have Done?

By: zeke81



What would you have done?

What would your reaction have been if you came home from a business trip two days early, heard noises coming from your bedroom, had gone down the hall to investigate and found your sweet innocent wife tied to the bed with a gag in her mouth as a large man you've never seen before violently had his way with her?

I think that my reaction was the right one given the circumstances that I discovered in the bedroom that day.

To me it looked like my wife was being raped. The man was much bigger than me so I stood no chance of helping my wife without a weapon. 

As a hunter I have two deer rifles so before the man saw me I snuck down the hall, retrieved one of the rifles, went back to the bedroom and fired a round into the back of his head.

Should I have tried to get him to stop without killing him? Yes, there's no doubt that I should have tried, but it appeared to me that the man was raping my wife. She was crying, she was screaming through the gag, she couldn't fight him because she was tied up, and he was treating her very rough; what was I supposed to do when I discovered a scene like that? I had to stop him no matter what and the only way I could be sure of doing that was to shoot.

At close range the high powered round entered the back of his head and as it left through his forehead it caused the whole front of his head to explode outward splattering the bedroom with blood and bits of brain, skull, skin, and hair.

He collapsed forward onto my wife who had a look of absolute fear and terror in her eyes as I rolled his body off of her and she saw me for the first time.

I pulled the gag from her mouth and asked her if she was okay, and told her everything was going to be alright as I began untying her.

When she was loose I expected her to be quite shaken by her experience and to hold me as her hero, but she didn't. She got off the bed, grabbed the phone and called 911 immediately. 

I went to hold her, but she pushed herself away from me with a look of terror in her eyes.

The first words that she said to me were to beg me not to kill her. I looked at her in amazement and asked her why she thought I was going to kill her. She reminded me of the numerous times that I'd said that if I ever caught her cheating I'd kill her lover; then I'd kill her. 

I don't really know if I had meant it or not, but I had said that many times. Anyone that knows us can tell you that I've always been very possessive when it comes to my wife. I don't like it when other men ask her to dance so I certainly wouldn't have wanted to share her with other men. Would I have killed her for cheating on me? I don't know.

I told her that I didn't consider being tied up and raped cheating and she broke down in tears. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that what I had walked in on wasn't rape, it was completely consensual. She had wanted to be tied up, gagged, and treated rough by her lover. 

She had invited the man over to do that to her. That's when I broke down crying. 

If the gun had been in my hands at that moment I don't know whether I would have pulled the trigger or not, but luckily the gun was where I'd dropped it across the room after I had shot the man that now lay dead on our bed. 

Before I had a chance to decide whether to go pick up the gun or not the police showed up and with guns drawn they took me into custody and after letting my wife wash the blood off of her body and get dressed they took her down to the station for questioning.

My brother is a lawyer so he came down to be with me as I gave my statement to the police.

I told them exactly what had happened. I had come home early from a business trip and found my wife tied and gagged on the bed as a large man roughly and violently ravaged her body. To any normal person that stumbled across such a scene the immediate thing to think would be that it was rape. I knew that I had no chance of winning a fight against him and if I called the cops he would continue to rape her until they showed up and might get away. I had to stop him so I retrieved my gun. The husband in me saw my wife being raped in our own bed and snapped. I pulled the trigger and the deed was done.

They booked me on a murder charge.

They also took a statement from my wife, but I didn't find out what she had said until she testified during my trial.

During the trial my wife was put on the witness stand and she explained that she had been having an affair with the man that I had killed for several months. She testified that she believed that I had no idea about the affair because she felt that if I had known I would have divorced her on the spot. She testified that on the date in question she thought I was still going to be away on business so she had called her lover over to live out one of her fantasies. She described her fantasy of being completely helpless and being used in a rough manner. She described how she had been tied to the bed, she described how she had been gagged, and she described what her lover had done to her before I got there and what he was doing when I entered the room. She made it clear that her fantasy was to essentially be raped in a controlled situation with someone that she knew and trusted. 

She said that since I did not know that she was having an affair, since I had never met the man that was her lover, and because of the similar appearance of what was happening to an actual rape that there was only one conclusion I could have made when I entered the room that day. 

She testified that she believed that there was no premeditation in what I had done. She testified that she did not believe that it was an act of revenge. When the prosecutor asked why she believed that it wasn't premeditated or revenge my wife shocked everyone when she replied that her being alive was proof that I believed it was rape and not an affair. 

When asked to explain she told them about how I had frequently said that if I ever caught her cheating on me I would kill both her and her lover. She believed that I was serious about that threat so the fact that I hadn't killed her was proof that I had no idea about an affair and thought that what I had walked in on that day was a rape.

I don't know whether telling the jury about my threats helped or hurt my case. It demonstrated that I was the jealous type and thought that I was capable of killing, but I had threatened to kill her and her lover if I caught her cheating and I had only killed her lover so maybe it demonstrated that I truly believed that it was a rape.

The jury finally decided that I wasn't guilty of premeditated murder, but I had still killed another person and it had not been in direct self defense so I was convicted of some manslaughter charge and sent to jail for three years.

I wanted to file for divorce, but my wife begged me to reconsider and I told her that if she could spend the entire three years of my confinement without having sex with anyone and then look me in the eye and make me believe that she still loved me and that she'd remained faithful during my imprisonment I would consider a reconciliation. I still loved her and even after cheating on me she seemed to still love me.

She agreed to my terms. I wasn't about to take her at her word so I had my friends and family keep their eyes on her to see if she was cheating on me, then they would report to me with what they saw.

There were several instances where she spent a suspicious amount of time alone with a guy, but nobody could prove anything, and obviously there was no way that they could follow her 24 hours a day for 3 years so she was unobserved a good portion of the time and who knows what she was doing at those times.

She definitely seemed like she hadn't had sex for three years when I got out because she came to pick me up at the prison and we were both so horny that we had to stop three times on the way home to have sex in the car.

When we got home I wasn't really home. My wife had decided that what had happened was too traumatic for her to continue to live in that house so she had sold it and moved a few miles away. It was a pretty nice house, and all of my stuff was set up like I had been living there with her. I swear she even had a dirty laundry pile for me.

As soon as she'd finished with the tour she was all over me again. For the first two weeks after I got out we were having sex 3 or 4 times a day.

Finally, the second Saturday morning after I'd gotten out, we were lying in bed holding each other after another amazing round of sex when I asked the question that I'd wanted to ask for three years.

I asked my wife if she had loved the man that I had killed. She tried to push away from me, but I held her close to me and was not about to let go. I asked her again if she had loved him. 

After looking me in the eyes for a while she said that she wasn't sure that it was love, but that she did have feelings for him.

I asked her if she had planned on leaving me for him and she said that she would never leave me. I asked her if the sex was better with him than it was with me and she said that it was no better, it was just different because she could be adventuresome with him but she was worried about trying new things with me.

Then it was her turn to ask a question that no doubt she'd wanted to ask for three years.

She asked me why I had pulled the trigger instead of trying to talk things out. 

I responded by telling her to try to put herself in my shoes. 

Imagine that you come home early and find your sweet, innocent, perfect spouse tied to the bed and gagged. They are being used in a very rough manner by someone that you have never seen before and that you stand no chance against in a fight. 

You're mad as hell as you hold the rifle and think about what to do. In your eyes this person is raping your spouse, and that fills you with rage. 

You know that if you go and call the police the rape will continue until they arrive and you can't let that happen, it has to be stopped immediately. 

It's also possible that the person could finish what they're doing and try to leave before the police arrive and you can't allow that to happen, you can't let them just walk away after raping the person that you love. 

Even with a gun in your hands it's possible that if you were to attempt a verbal confrontation they would get aggressive and leave you no option but to shoot to defend yourself. As nervous as you would be in such a situation your aim might not be very good and you could miss with the first shot. In a small room one shot is all you would get before they were on top of you. They would easily be able to get the gun away from you. You would have given a pissed off rapist a weapon. 

Faced with that situation your only option is to shoot before they know that you're there. That's the only way that you can save your spouse from this horrible person that is raping her.

I'd had a lot of time in prison to think through what had happened and I had found a way to rationalize what I had done. 

After I explained it to my wife there was a long silence. She had a sad look on her face as she looked into my eyes, then she turned and looked away at the wall for a minute. Then she turned back with a smile on her face.

I was confused so I asked her what she was smiling about. 

She said that it wasn't until just then that she had realized why I had shot her lover. She said that she had thought I had shot him to take revenge against him for raping her, but she said that she now realized that it wasn't about taking revenge on the man for what he was doing, it was about saving her and ending what I had viewed as an unwanted situation.

She said that she now understood that the gun shot had nothing to do with hurting the man that was having sex with her; it was about freeing her from the ropes, the gag, and the seemingly unwanted sex being forced upon her by the man.

She said that even though she had willingly invited her lover over and had asked him to tie her up, gag her, and then use her body in such a rough manner she was thrilled and moved that I loved her enough that I would kill to free her from such a situation.

She then asked me a question that I'm certain we had both been asking ourselves for the past three years. 

She asked me if I would have killed her too if I had been holding the rifle when she confessed to her affair with the man that I'd killed.

I told her that I had been asking myself that question every day for three years and had not been able to come up with an answer. I told her that I was very glad that I wasn't holding the rifle at the time so we didn't have to find out. Then I said I wanted to leave that behind us so we would never know what I would have done. 

We're still married, it's a little weird at times because somebody will bring up what happened and my response to them is always the same....

What would you have done?

What would you have done? 

What Would You Have Done?



I had been working long hours lately so I guess you could partially blame me for what happened, but this story is not about blame, but rather an awakening of a couple who's lives had become the mundane existence that so many other couples go through.

Julie, my wife of 18 years had been spending more and more time staying up late while I went to bed exhausted from the days work. I was missing the intimacy we used to share, the warmth of her body beside me, as well as the extraordinary sex we had. Julie was a voluptuous woman, all the curves in the right spots. She had put a few pounds on since our marriage, but that only added to her sexiness. Julie has always been a flirt and I must admit I always loved the attention other men paid to her. But I knew it was always me that she would be going home with.

Well one night around 2am I got up to go to the bathroom and Julie was still not in bed, I walked down the hall and the light was on in the study. I looked around the corner and Julie was sitting there topless, her hands rubbing her pussy with one hand while she was trying to type with the other. I started to vibrate I was so angry, here I had been, going without, as I worked hard trying to support our family while she stayed home looking after our kids, and now I find out she has been fucking around on line and who knows if they have been doing it in person. As I watched, I was unaware of the fucking huge hard on I had in my boxer shorts, or the fact that my hand had worked its way in and around my cock.

I tried to say something, to pull away, but I was glued there, my breathing becoming rapid when I realized how turned on I was by the whole scene. Standing there confused wanking my dick, angry at my beautiful sexy wife masturbating for some guy. I was not sure if she was camming or just sexting, but I knew that my cock was boiling, and my precum was starting to drip out the legs of my boxers and down my legs.

As Julie leaned back in her chair, her head tilted and her eyes rolled back she began to cum, her hand rubbing her clit furiously, her other hand now lifting her breast and rolling her thick nipple between her thumb and finger.

I retreated to the bathroom and continued jerking off until I blew my load into the toilet, wasting perfectly good cum. I was still angry and confused, but I knew that the bitch would have to pay for this.

Saturday Julie took Emily our daughter shopping and Jeff our son was working his part time job.

I logged on to Julies computer and did some snooping. Sure enough I found her "secret" e-mail address and knowing her I figured out her password within 15 minutes. Lord fuck, she had lots of messages from men dating back to over a year ago, but lately it is one guy, Mark Jones and from the letters I had read they had been cybersexting and camming for over a month.

I was still livid and still very excited and soon I had my cock out again for another jerk off session. I read some of the e-mails, her describing how she would love his fat cock up her ass, for fucks sake, I tried to fuck her ass and was always told no, that I was a pervert and that it was dirty and disgusting, and her, she was sucking his cock, swallowing his spunk. My hand glided up and down my member, precum running over my fingers, and I scooped some up, licking it off of my fingers. I opened up a new long letter and I settled back in my chair, one hand on my cock, the other cupping my balls, and as I read about my wife sucking and fucking other men, my cock began to dance to the rhythm of my hand as I slowly stroked the whole length. I never knew my wife had fantasies like these, threesomes, bi-sexual, inter-racial. I mean we always had great sex, we both love oral, giving and receiving, we loved different positions, and even in the shower occasionally, and lord knows I tried to get her into some kinky stuff, but I had no luck at all, and here complete strangers were getting her to admit to them and it did not seem fucking fair.

I was so fucking mad and I started to wank faster, harder, and soon my spunk was flying out and landed on her computer screen. I did not give a fuck, but as my cock subsided and my anger waned with my deflating erection, I felt some pain and realized I was so vigorous I took some skin off the shaft of my prick. Fuck this was going from bad to worse and now my slut wife would have to make retribution for her indiscretions. I had to put a plan into place to extract my revenge before I booted her fat sexy ass out of my house and life.

I shut down her computer and called a friend of mine for advice, and what he told me made me even more excited and I began to put my plan in motion. I even left my dried cum on her screen. Let her figure out what happened.

About a week went by and she continued to stay up late playing, and meanwhile I let my cock heal and slowly started pleasuring myself again, all the while making sure I would make this Friday night a very memorable one for her.

Friday night came, we had supper, and after, Emily and Jeff said they were headed out with friends and neither would be returning this evening, but rather staying with friends. This would definitely make my plan work better, allowing me more time to drag out what promised to be an entertaining evening for myself, one full of vengeance. At about 9pm I feigned tiredness and retired to the bedroom. I waited an hour and slowly crept down the hall, I peeked around the corner and there she was, sitting there squeezing her tits through her top, still dressed, but too consumed by her horniness to hear or see me.

I opened the door and asked her what she was doing, the look on her face was priceless, her jaw dropped and she tried to close down her computer as fast as she could. I laughed and said I knew all about her slutty ways, and that Mark Jones could have her as soon as I was done punishing her.

Julie stuttered and stammered, but I told her to save it, I had watched her play with her wet sopping cunt the other night, preferring to cum with her hand, talking to some fantasy guy on her computer instead of with the real thing. She started to cry, asking me to forgive her, that she would do anything.

I smirked at her, and replied "anything?" (I was prepared for this) She said yes, anything but please, give her another chance.

I laughed and said sure, but she would have to be punished first. She said anything, that she still loved me and she would prove it. I told her to go to the spare room in our house and she left.

I disconnected her laptop, and brought it with me. I entered the room and close the door, and told her to log on and get her lover back on line. I wanted to talk with him. She looked at me very scared, wondering what I was up to, but nervously she did what she was told.

Once Mark was on line, she told him that she had been caught and I was in the room and wanted to confront him. I asked him if he liked fucking my wife on line, and he replied yes, she was a very sexy woman and said if I had spent more time worrying about her needs, I would not be in this predicament. The self centered arrogant bastard, I thought. I will show you a thing or two about meeting her needs.

I told him that if he cared for her at all, he would stay on line and witness what she was about to go through, and if he tried to leave, I would make matters much worse than what she was about to experience. I told him this was not up for discussion or negotiation, and with that I asked her if she was prepared to follow through on accepting her punishment. Julie lowered her head and with downcast eyes nodded her consent. I told her to answer me, and she meekly replied yes, and I said yes what? Yes Sir, she cautiously stated.

I told Mark to sit back and enjoy the show, to which I saw Julie shudder out of the corner of my eye. I told Julie to remove her blouse, and she started to slowly undo the buttons. I reached out and pulled hard, popping the buttons off, causing her to pull back in fear. I grabbed her by the hair and said "I gave you instructions, and I expect you to follow them quickly". With a frightened look, she removed her blouse, and I told her to get rid of her bra. She fumbled to remove it, knowing full well if she did not I would tear it off.

Once bare she tried to cover her tits, but I walked up, grabbing her arms and removing them, then took her nipples in my fingers and twisted them violently. Julie yelped in pain and I just grinned looking back at Mark on the computer.

I asked if he liked what he was watching and he replied yes. Next thing I know, he has his cock out jerking off looking at my wife being humiliated for both our pleasure. There was no doubting he was as excited by this display as I was, the feeling of complete power over someone, was something I have never felt before and it was exhilarating.

I returned my attention to Julie and told her to remove her skirt and underwear, and she did it in short order.

Soon she was standing totally naked and I grabbed her shoulders and slowly pushed her to her knees. I unzipped my pants and my cock sprang out letting some of my seminal fluid fly and landing on my slutwife's face. I asked Mark if he wondered if my wife sucked cock as good as she must have told him, but all he answered with was a nod, as his hand was busy pumping his cock. I noticed he was cut, a big purple bulbous head on it. His swollen prick was shorter then mine but thicker. My own cock is uncircumcised, over 7" long and thick enough that I can barely get my hand around the circumference.

Julie tried to take my cock in her mouth slowly, but I rammed it in. Hell I did not want a blowjob, I wanted to fuck her face, to make her pay for disrespecting me, or so I thought.

I held her head still and began to pump my penis in and out gagging her, but again, all that did was excite me more. As I became more excited I knew I had to stop, so I pulled out and lifted her to her feet, and led her over to a table I had set up. I bent Julie over and tied her hands to some restraints that had been installed. Now with her helpless, I told her lover to watch. I went across the room and brought back a bag.

They both watched intently as I removed the contents, first a ball gag which I placed in her mouth and secured around her head. Next I removed some nipple clamps, and I place them over her hard nubs, tightening them just enough so they did not fall off, yet not enough to hurt her, which I could tell relieved her fear by the look in her eyes.

That look was short lived as I next brought out some weights, and as I hung them from the clamps, I had to re-tighten the clamps. Slowly I turned the handles, causing the tips of her nipples to turn bright red and pop out. Now with her tits being stretched, the look in her eyes was sheer pleasure to me.

I returned my attention to Mark and asked him how he liked my wife's stories about being fucked up her fat plump ass. He told me that it was just fantasy, they were just having fun. I laughed and told him to watch, it was about to become a reality. I reached into the bag and I produced a small flogger, and the look on her face was more than worth it. Julie was always a strong woman, never one to be dominated and here she was about to suffer the ultimate humiliation, or so she thought. I lay the flogger across her white creamy buttocks, letting it slowly slide across them, next under her bent torso and over her round tummy and up to her large breasts. I turned it around and put the handle between them and used one hand to push them together and started to fuck them. I was enjoying making her wait. I learned years ago, the waiting is always more torturous then the actual pain. I looked back at Mark, and he was definitely into this, and I smiled knowing he probably had not showed her this side of himself yet.

With out warning I yanked the flogger away from her hanging tits and I raised it high coming down hard across her bum cheeks. She jumped with what was sure to be intense stinging as it left bright pink marks across her quivering bottom. I could see Mark gasp and sit up straighter; obviously enjoying the unexpected show he was getting to view. Again I lashed out, Julie trying to move her legs to get away, but nowhere to go as the table she was tied to was too heavy for her to drag. I now moved down to her thighs, the thighs that had gotten a little thicker through the years, the ones I loved to feel around my head and face, but the ones I know wanted to feel the wrath. I struck them, but not with the same vicious blows I gave to her heart shaped ass. Next her tits, I flicked the flogger, making them sway, making sure to leave welts on them. They had to burn, and as much as I wanted her to feel pain, it was obvious that some pain was becoming pleasure as her nipples seemed to swell even more in the clamps.

I looked at my watch and it said it was now 11:30 and within seconds the door bell rang. I sarcastically, although politely excused myself from my imprisoned audience.

Within minutes I returned and Julie looked at me, and I could tell she was wondering who was at the door.

I told them I had a surprise, and that they loved to talk about threesomes and group sex, I had invited a few friends over to demonstrate. It was then that Julie's body sagged. Surely I could not mean that, but I did.

In walked three black friends of mine, and I introduced them to my captive audience, first was James, then Markus, and Jerome. (I could have found more mean guys, but I wanted her to experience the thrill of interracial sex) I told everyone that I had explained the circumstances to my friends and they offered to help me with not only the punishment, but hell, we figured my wife may as well experience the real fantasies instead of living vicariously through her computer.

With introductions out of the way, I told the guys to have fun and anything goes, and I took a seat by the computer to enjoy the festivities.

James was the first one to do anything and he walked over and slapped her ass, telling her that she was one white bitch that was going to get fucked real good. He said he hoped she liked it rough, because that was the only way they knew, and as we all snickered, I could see Julie shrink. All the guys disrobed and the thing that stood out was the smallest cock had to be at least 9" and twice the thickness of my cock. Even I was in shock and I arranged this. Once naked, James looked back at me once more for final confirmation and I said "The bitch is yours, do what you think is necessary to make her a complete slutwife for good. Consider this her training." James took control, telling his friend to make sure that when they left, there would be no doubt that she was good for one thing and one thing only, black cock worship. They all smiled and surrounded her.

James told Julie he was going to remove her gag, but if she so much as protested once, he would beat her ass into submission. There was no mistaking his tone, he meant every word.

James removed the cock gag and Markus removed her clamps and weights making sure to squeeze her melons hard getting a feel for her full tit meat.

Once out, James informed Julie that she would address his Chocolate brothers as Sir, anything else would result in her being severely punished and that she did not want to experience that. He then asked if she understood, and she said yes. Angrily he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back and said "Yes What????" "Yes Sir" she stammered. With that done, they untied her hands and she was ordered to her knees.

They surrounded my sweet wife and they began their assault on her, Markus took her breasts and began to maul her cruelly, twisting the nipples, squashing her tits, and slapping them with his monstrous cock. James began pushing his cock between her lips and Jerome was rubbing his over her cheeks and using her hair to jerk off. As I watched, I figured I should have some fun, and I set up a video camera and took my clothes off and settled into my chair, cock in hand. I asked Mark if he was enjoying the show and all he did was grunt his approval. I thought to myself, so much for Mark's loyalty to my wife.

Finally the guys wanted more and they took her over to the bed, and then Jerome laid back and they had Julie climb over and lower herself over his massive dick, slowly he opened up her tight cunt, taking her breath away as he filled her more completely than ever before. The cunt juice was running down his ebony shaft, making it slick and shiny. Once down she stayed still, letting her self become accustomed to it. Now, Markus climbed up and shoved his cock back into her mouth, and began to slowly fuck her face. He was nice enough to let her take it an inch at a time, and I could see the change in her take place. She was enjoying this. James went behind Julie and spread her cheeks, causing her to try and jolt upright. But with both men in her it was impossible to escape. James chuckled and told her not to worry; he was not going to fuck her snow white ass, at least not yet. He then knelt down and using his tongue, he proceeded to rim her brown ring with darting tongue motions. Now Julie was in heaven, almost delirious. She was rocking back on to the cock in her, and the tongue that was licking the edges of her small puckered anus. She had a larger than life cock slowly stretching her mouth and she was now beginning to understand the thrill of all the on- line stories she had read but never really believed. Now it was happening to her, and she was wantonly loving every second of it. Hell, Mark could watch from now on, but she was definitely going to be a woman on the look out for large cocks, lots of them.

Julie began to cum, she tried to scream out around the cock that was in her mouth, but nothing intelligible came out. For the first time I saw my wife's cum shoot out of her wet pussy, cascading down and on to Jerome's large balls and soaking the bed.

Jerome crawled out from under her and he knelt beside Markus, taking turns plunging into her mouth letting her taste her own female ejaculate. James took the opportunity to kneel behind Julie, placing his cock at the entrance to her still spasming cunt. He began to push his 14" cock into her pussy and this time she did not hesitate and began to push back, wanting to meet his massive manhood. James grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard, making her breasts sway vigorously back and forth. She tried to grab and hold them but she need her hands for balance as the other guys still held her head and face fucked her. Soon Markus announced he was going to cum and he flooded her mouth with what must have been gallons of white hot semen. I have never seen so much of the white spunk in my life, I know I have never ejaculated that much, She was choking on it as it ran out of her mouth and down on to the sheet in front of her. Both

of the guys by her head laughed and said the white bitch was going to have to learn to swallow better than that, and they pushed her face down, making her lick and suck up the spilt remainder in front of her. Jerome now assumed total command of Julie's mouth and he turned around and told her to lick his asshole, and Julie started to balk when Markus grabbed her head and pushed it in, telling her to start eating black ass or be prepared to have her ass beaten. Julie tentatively stuck her tongue out to lick the edges but with a shove, her face was there, and she had no choice but to lick it clean. Soon her tongue started to probe it, and I could tell the debauched act was turning her on again and soon she let go all over James cock, soaking him too. Fuck, he said, this is one horny hot MILF, and he said it was time for her graduation present. He pulled out his cock and placed the fucking huge prick against her virgin hole. I was sure it would not fit and would tear her apart, but he just grinned and said once they get used to having something like this up their asses, they always cum back for more. 




What Would You Have Done?



You had to love his cockiness and attitude and I sat in awe as he began to stretch my poor wife's rosebud. She tried to resist and clench, but he leaned forward and said "Might as well relax and take it, because I am taking it one way or another," and she compliantly gave in. I could see her eyes bulge, and she tried to take her mind off the searing pain by shoving her tongue deeper up the ass that was in her face. Markus did his bit by crawling under and biting and chewing her nipples, causing pain in another area to help ease the thought of the ripping of her ass. I had forgotten about Mark and looked back at the computer, and he was glued cock in hand, and I asked if he was still enjoying it. He said fuck yes, best internet porn he'd ever seen, and his cock was proof of that as he let loose a long string stream of cum. I returned my attention to the ass fucking just in time to see my wife cum for a third time.

Jerome now turned around and began to fuck Julie's mouth again, this time holding her head and forcing it back and forth, her hair in his hand. Faster and faster until he pulled out and covered her face with cum, which sent James into his orgasm, and he held her hips close and with an animal grunt he filled her bowels full of his white seed. I thought maybe it was over, but they had her kneel on the floor, and lick their cocks clean, with James pushing his cock covered in her ass juice into her mouth. Much to my surprise, she took it with out as much as a whimper. James looked at me and said, "I told you, when we train a wife for you guys, we guarantee success". They turned around, and she licked out all three assholes and they got dressed. While Julie lay in the floor, I said good bye and handed them $1500.00, and I might add, the best investment I ever made.

I asked Mark what he thought of our sweet Julie now, and he grinned. I said hold on, there was more, and I walked over to Julie and handcuffed her in a kneeling position to one of the bed legs, I then lifted her face and I proceeded to jack off on her forehead and hair covering her, and took some pictures. I asked her if she wanted a divorce or was she willing to be my slutwife. She smiled and said "I want to be yours". I said, "You want to be mine, Master!" "Yes, I want to be yours Master."

With that, I walked to the door and I brought in our German Shepherd, and as he licked her cum soaked cunt and ass, I walked over to the monitor, and said "This is where we say good night," and as I did, he got one final look at our dog climbing on Julies back before I shut down the computer.

Now tell me, what would you have done?



What Would You Have Done?



People talk a lot of crap about what they would or wouldn't do in a given situation. I've had very strong feelings myself about various situations. The truth is though that you never know how you're going to react to a situation until you are faced with it. This is something I learned recently firsthand.

There is a guy in my high school that's been after me since the first of the school year. I was flattered. This kind of thing happens to me every year and as much as I enjoyed the attention, as he is the hottest guy in the junior class, I told him, "No way!" one day when we were standing in the back of our school's auditorium during an assembly in response to him saying, "We need to hook up sometime."

Derek was relentless though. I didn't have him in any of my classes yet he always seemed to be around, checking me out. I won't deny that I didn't notice him also, casting my own discrete gazes at him. He usually caught me in this act. It began to be a game where he would catch me gazing longingly at him and I would turn away embarrassed. When I would look back he'd be staring directly at me, letting me know I'd been caught, then usually red faced I'd quickly look away again. It was the beginning of our establishing an emotional connection on some level, which I didn't fully understand at the time. But it gave us both cause for amusement.

Thinking back to last Sunday night I can still remember dropping him off at his place. He and I had gotten back from an unexpected trip, checking out the house of one of his friends who was out of town with his family on vacation. During the course of being at his friend's place, the friend lives about twenty miles out of town out in the sticks, things between Derek and I got kind of heated. To make a long story short, Derek fucked me that night in the backseat of my SUV. It's funny what can happen in a short amount of time, as it took less than an hour for that young stud to get over on me and put a serious fucking on my ass. It was totally unexpected and spontaneous .What a crazy night. I drove home hoping I wouldn't have to explain the wet spot on the middle row seats, the remnants of our frantic coupling.

I live in a Midwestern town which a population of about 125,000. For some reason the town has gone ape shit over hockey. Last Sunday my whole family decided to see what all of the hubbub was about so we went to a match. As I was working on a project for school and had to do some research, I drove my car and met my family at the arena.

We knew nothing of hockey but it turned out to be a good time. The match was close but our team one. We definitely agreed we would check out a match again.

In the parking lot after the match, I ran into Derek on the way to my car. He said he'd gotten separated from his friends and asked if I would give him a lift home. He explained where he lived and as it was on the way to my house, I agreed to drop him off. As it turned out it wasn't going to be the only thing I would agree to with Derek that night.

*

We were headed to Derek's house when he made a request which caught me off guard. He asked if it would be okay to drive by a friend of his place. Apparently they were out of town and wanted someone to check on their house to make sure that none of the kids from school were using their house as a party house in their absence. Again I agreed to something Derek requested, but since his friend lived so far out of town and I would be home later than expected, I called home first to explain the situation and say that I would be late. With that done we headed to his friend's place.

Looking back I was so naïve. This was the first time that Derek and I had been even close to being alone; upon his making it clear that he was interested in me. After ending my call home with Derek hearing that time wasn't as big an issue for me, as it would have been if I hadn't of called, he commented, "It's good to get you alone, so we can get to know each other better." He reaffirmed that thought by reaching over and gently rubbing the back of my hand with his. His touch was electric. "Down tiger, I let him know!" as I reminded him, "I'm trying to drive."

I didn't offer any real resistance though, not moving my hand away or anything so he continued to gently massage away. I surprisingly found his touch relaxing although slightly inappropriate considering. The further we got out of town the bolder Derek got. What started as his rubbing my hand progressed to his ever so gently stroking the inside of my upper arm. Twice his knuckles grazed the side of my breast, as he rubbed the soft skin of my inner arm. I knew it was wrong and that I should have made him stop but for some reason I just couldn't. The sensations against my breast felt real good and made me feel a little tingly. 

I was more than a little self conscious about the liberties I was allowing him to take and when we stopped at a traffic light I turned to Derek and said, "You need to stop!" "What do you mean?" he said. I knew I was blushing, and even felt myself trying to hold back a smile at his innocent act when I said, "You know full well what I mean!"

He totally ignored my plea though and catching me off guard; he placed his hand firmly behind my head and forcefully pulled me in towards him for a kiss. I tried to resist but he was so much stronger as our lips made contact. 

"We can't do this!" I managed to murmur as his lips touched mine. "Oh Derek no, stop!" I moaned as he pulled me even closer and kissed me forcefully encircling his lips around mine. The longer our lips were touching the more I felt my resistance cave and before I knew it I was kissing him back. "That's it," he said as our tongues met, as our kissing became more passionate "Yeah baby let it go!" "Oh yeah, that's it!" he continued as I got more into it. 

By then my tongue was stuffed down his throat and I was initiating some deep wet kisses of my own. I was moaning into his mouth as I felt my body begin to melt. I was getting into our kisses. Then a car horned honking behind us snapped me back to reality. The light had turned and was almost yellow again. My heart was racing as we disengaged, with me realizing that I was headed down a slippery slope. We continued to his friend's place. "What the fuck am I doing?" I thought to myself.

Derek didn't make it any easier on me. "That was hot!" he said, "I knew you were a horny little cunt!"

I bristled when he first said the "C word," I sat there, driving, trying to wrap my head around how he had just referred to me. My reaction though was like a "deer in the headlights!" I had no reaction. 

Derek was more skilled than I gave him credit for. He sensed that he was beginning to crack my resolve and that I was becoming vulnerable to his advances. His reaction was to turn up the heat. To my dismay he began to direct his attention to my more private parts. He was definitely crossing the line big time by that point, but for some reason, I still couldn't bring myself to stop him. He was on a mission.

"Don't touch me there!" I hissed as I felt my breast being rubbed. 

"Someone's nipple is getting hard!" he teased, after a few minutes of his fingers circling my hardening orb and my trying to ignore it. That was an understatement. My nipples are very sensitive and his ministrations were beginning to drive me crazy. As his center of focus on my nipple became more aggressive, between his pinching and then gently twisting my tit, I was getting so worked up that my body started to shiver in response to each tweak. 

Derek totally read my reaction and leaning in close to me he whispered in my ear, "Are your panties starting to get a little wet?" I tried to hold it back, not wanting him to know how aroused I as becoming as a moan escaped my lips as an affirmative response to his suggestion. He chuckled saying, "I thought so and they're going to get even wetter, after I get a chance to explore your cunt a little!"

All of this brings me to my initial premise, that you can talk all the crap you want but until you are faced with a situation you don't know what your response to it will be. When my fellow female teachers and I had read accounts where teachers were charged with having sex with students, my reaction was to say, "No way in hell, wondering how the "preliminaries" initiating that level of contact would even occur!" Yet there I was being seduced by a young man twenty three years my junior, treating me more like we were equals with my rapidly building consent. I was letting him feel me up. He unknowingly was putting how strongly I believed in my position on teacher/student sex to the test, and I was faring badly as I felt him ease his hand under and then up my sweater. I tried to resist but in the Derek got his way.

I gasped, "Oh god!" as his fingers resumed their exploration of my nipple then moving across my chest to explore the other one too, pinching and teasing it, until it also was standing at attention, fat and hard. He had me squirming in my seat as Derek worked me over. It was then that he began to tell me what he had in store for me when we got to his friend's place, and I listened to him in awestruck silence.

"I'm going to tap your ass good when we get to my buddy's house!" Derek announced, as he continued stroking my nips as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "You are as good as mine!" he added. I had never heard the expression, but I kind of knew what "tapped" probably meant.

"Oh I'm going to own your pussy!" he hissed, while enjoying my chest. My cunt was starting to slowly gush.

"Derek please slow down!" I moaned trying to buy time, "You are driving me nuts."

"That's the general idea babe!" he continued. 

I didn't want to surrender to this teenager, as he by then was pulling on my nipples real hard, making them stand off my chest through my bra. "Ohhhh.....what are you doing to me?" I moaned, giving my true feelings away, as he wonderfully abused my tits. He just kept it up, making my nipples harder still, as he was getting the desired reaction out of me that he was looking for. It was becoming increasingly harder to stay on the road. Then, pushing me further to see just how far I was ready to go, I felt his hand slip down and begin rubbing my thigh.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed. "Derek stop please, I'm a married woman. I'm old enough to be your mother and you're going to make me seriously screw up my marriage vows!" 

Shivers began to run up and down my spine as he began to openly rubbing my hot cunt through my jeans, giving a shit less about my marriage vows. When I tried to close my legs I ended up shutting them on his hand. Derek didn't move it.

"Open your fucking legs!" he commanded. What could I do, knowing that if I did what he said, my goose was cooked? My body betrayed me though as I felt my legs creep apart, spreading wider and wider giving him total access as he rubbed my crotch, firmly sizing up my womanhood. I was on fire and I couldn't have stopped what was happening if I wanted to by then, my submission was all but complete.

The initial plan he'd described had been simply to drive by his friend's house as they were out of town, but that plan had changed, if it had even been the plan at all. I felt so vulnerable as I felt Derek roughly twist open the metal button on the waistband of my jeans. "Oh Derek please don't do that!" I begged, knowing that if he got my pants off, that it was definitely over and that I would be in big trouble. The only man I'd ever been with up until that point had been my husband. I knew that was about to change as I felt Derek begin to ease down my zipper. This was just before we got to his friend's place and he directed me to make a right turn. Then we were driving down a dark lane to his friend's house. 

"Oh Derek we should stop!" I begged as his fingers began to work deeper down into my jeans. It was my final plea for salvation in what had turned into an incredibly unbelievable situation.

He just ignored me at that point and directed me to park in the drive behind the house so that we were hidden from the road. My heart was racing as I brought my SUV to a stop and now found myself out in the country, with the kid's hand down my jeans stroking my cunt through my embarrassingly wet panties. He delved deeper still and I felt his fingers ease my panties aside as he completed his assault on what should have been strictly off limits. I tried not to come too fast as he began to explore my moist slit; resigned I was fully enjoying my illicit descent by that time. To be honest by that point I couldn't wait to be fucked.

Oh yes!" I gasped as he inserted one and then another finger inside me. "That's it baby!" I encouraged him, spreading my legs as far as my clothes and my car seat would allow. Now I was the vocal one. "Oh fuck yes!" I mewed as I began to thrust me hips wanting more of his digits inside me. At that point I wanted to be fucked so badly that I was beginning to moan unintelligently, my head thrown back as Derek finger banged me in earnest. All the while he was kissing me deeply, as the cabin of my SUV began to reek of my wanton cunt. By that point I was his, as the kid simply overwhelmed my mature ass. 

Derek was working to jam his fingers deeper inside me but my jeans and panties, which were still up around my hips wouldn't allow his hand that level of penetration. He paused for a moment and began hastily tugging down one side of my jeans while I tugged the other. I lifted my hips off the seat to fully accommodate our efforts. In no time flat my jeans and panties were down around my ankles. I spread my legs wider and then with nothing in his way, he resumed his working over of my pussy. I eagerly accepted his tongue in my mouth as he fucked it orally. I felt the familiar stirring in my loins as his probing fingers sped up and his thumb flicked my clit. Gosh he had some serious pussy getting skills. Just before I came I held his face in my hands and looking him directly in the eyes, in total submission, I moaned, "Oh you bad boy, I need to be fucked!" Then seconds later I came really hard, for the first time in my life actually squirting leaving a gooey glob of my nectar in the palm of Derek's hand. After sampling my juices, he offered his palm to me. I tasted good!

Derek gave me a few moments to regain myself after my initial orgasm of the night as he took the opportunity to strip out of his clothes. This was when I got my first peek at his rock hard cock. It looked wonderful. He saw me staring and said, "Let's do this, get naked!" He stroked his cock as he watched me willingly reach down and remove my tennis shoes, panties and jeans. My hands were shaking with nervous lust. 

"Where do you want me?" I quietly asked, naked from the waist down. 

This was the point of no return which I will forever remember. "Let's take it to the back," was his reply and nodding in that direction he motioned for me to go first and I willingly scampered over the front seats. After he took the time to move the front seats up as far up as they would go, he joined me in the middle row. We kind of wrestled around as he took off my sweater and undid my bra. He then settled in on the seat and directed me to kneel down in front of him as he pushed down on my shoulders and spread his legs introducing me to his cock. 

More than eager to please I began to worship his sweet young shaft. I really got in to sucking Derek's cock. I must have been doing okay because before long I had him thrusting. "Oh fuck, just use your mouth, no hands," he instructed. I did as I was told and began bobbing my head up and down on his cock , using my mouth like it was my pussy. Then he took my head in his hands and started to pull me down even further on his cock. I had no experience deep throating a cock but I eagerly tried it with Derek. Before long his cock was deeply imbedded in my throat, causing me to occasionally gag on it as he stabbed it in deep. I was slobbering all over it trying my best to please him. Then, I had a mouthful of sperm for the first time in my life. I swallowed it down, hungrily wallowing in the kid's essence. 

Then I cleaned off my fingers and what had dripped on his thighs with my tongue. Looking back I was such a slut.I remained kneeling between his legs as I watched his cock start to harden. I couldn't believe that he was getting an erection so soon after coming. I knew what was next and when he asked, "Are you ready to get your cunt stuffed?" my response was a soft meek purr, "More than you will ever know." And that was the beginning of that teenager owning my mature cunt. 

Derek pulled me up with him on the seat as we prepared for the main event. In between some passionate kisses, with me finding myself urging several times that, "I want it, I want you so bad!" he gave me my wish and pushed me back on the seat, getting me in position.

Then the talented teen was between my legs. He started slowly licking my cunt. I love oral but my husband isn't a big fan so I rarely get it. I discovered that Derek liked eating pussy and was great at it. In short order he had me squirming as he sucked me good. My hands were on his shoulders alternating between trying to push him away and trying to pull him in, as he was ate me out like a seasoned pro. I couldn't get away though as he held my hips in place. 

"God what are you doing to me!" I mewed, as I wildly bucked around on the seat "You're driving me insane!" I panted as he kept it up saying "I'm just getting it ready." Indeed he was and by that point I was helping. I was so randy that several times my fingers were in my pussy as he sucked my clit. By the time he moved up between my legs and I could feel his cock brushing against the insides of my thighs leaving a trail of precum wherever it touched as it sought out my wet pussy; I was in a state of never ever wanting to fuck so badly in my life. Nothing mattered at that point except his hard cock slamming inside me. And then the head of his cock was at the entrance to my pussy and I braced myself for the beginning of what was the most intense, physically draining session of fucking that I ever dreamed could exist.

Derek may have been a kid but he put an adult sized fucking on me. He wore my pussy out, making him definitely, "The man!" He made a deep impression on me, or I should more correctly say, "In me." Imagine my surprise when he eased himself inside me and in just a couple of strokes was where I thought was my limit. Derek's cock was where my husband usually ended his descent. But Derek wasn't my husband, and by the time I realized that his balls weren't resting on my asshole signaling that he was fully inside me, I felt his cock go even deeper , to no man's land or should I say what is now, "Derek's land!" He totally resized my cunt, making it his. 

From there Derek proceeded to give me two very delightful orgasms, one after the other as he continued hitting his special place deep inside me. My cunt felt good stretched around his cock, my cream lubricating his thrusts. But nothing took me over the edge more than when he used the seatbelts that were hanging over the passenger and driver side windows to wrap around my ankles. This effectively held me in place with my legs held up and spread wide. I couldn't go anywhere! I was delightfully stuck in that position as I watched the devilish look on his face as he moved in for some continued ravishment of my cunt. That hormonally charged kid was insatiable. For the lack of a better description, he started power fucking me, just ramming his cock in me. 

Our fucking got so physical that several times Derek was airborne as he leveraged his feet against the door to slam down into me giving me quite the pounding. On several of those times I met him in midair with some thrusts of my own as his cock worked its magic. "Oh slam the crap out of me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Give it to me....oh yes....fuck my pussy!" This led to some frenzied deep dicking on his part, which resulted in our coming in unison with our mouths locked tightly and our hips joined together in coital bliss.




What Would You Have Done?



Afterwards we paused to catch our breath. I'd never been some well fucked. And amazingly we'd only been at it for the better part of thirty minutes. We were both covered in sweat, our chests heaving. He released my legs which I promptly wrapped around him as I held him in my arms, appreciatively peppering his face, neck and nipples with hot kisses. "That was fantastic!" I cooed, "You just gave me the fucking of a lifetime stud." We lay there for a few minutes and then I felt him amazingly becoming hard again! I had to stop him though saying "Derek we've been gone too long," and as agonizing as it was for us both he withdrew his hard, still dripping spear. After giving his wonderful cock a kiss, and promising him a repeat session, we got dressed for the trip back home. I shivered at the thought and drove him home wondering how this was going to play out.

The next day at school Derek was cool. This was a guy who twelve hours earlier and been fucking the shit out of me and the next day acted as if nothing happened, which was fine with me. Over the course of the next several weeks' things returned somewhat to normal. Not to say that I didn't think about what Derek and I had done. I was thankful that Derek was mature enough to not tell his friends about our little tryst. I trusted that this was true because there were never any snide remarks or knowing grins from any of his buddies towards me and I had several of them in my classes. As for me I did everything to avoid being alone with Derek because I knew the first time we were, and there was no doubt in my mind about it, that he would put me through the paces again. 

About a month later I was home from school on a late Friday afternoon. I was enjoying a glass of wine (after a couple of hits of great pot from our secret stash). I was enjoying the early autumn day's end. I was contemplating my activities for the weekend as I would be spending it by myself. My husband and the girls were on the other side of the state, so that my husband could help his brother build a garage. I dislike both mys so I didn't go. It started to get cold on the patio when the sun went down, so I decided to go inside.

I walked around to make sure the garage door was closed just in time to see a strange truck pull into the drive. This wasn't uncommon as we live on a cul-de-sac and many times people thinking it was a thru street had to use our drive to turn around in. I was shocked to see that it was Derek behind the wheel of the truck! I didn't even know that he knew where I lived. 

I tried to contain my surprise as I approached his truck. "What are you up to?" I asked. He proceeded to tell me that he thought I might want some company as I was alone for the weekend. I don't know how but the little sneak had found out my family was out of town. With my family's absence being all out in the open, this lead to him asking, "Are you ready for that rematch?" he added that "We won't have any interruptions and we can fuck all night!." 

Trying to avoid even going there, I replied," It's was my time of the month, so we can't do anything." He made some crude remark about "Pulling the plug on that!" I tried to laugh it off, lightly slapping his arm while scolding, "You naughty boy!" In an attempt to send him on his way I said, "Maybe next time stud!" I gave him a peck on the cheek and turned, heading into the house through the garage, glad that it was dark enough that the neighbors wouldn't have been able to see him, or make out who he was. 

I was thinking that I'd dodged a bullet as I heard Derek's truck start back up. When I turned to watch him leave, to my horror the bold little shit pulled into the garage. He was not going to be denied. No words were spoken as he stepped out of the truck and we both just stood looking at each other. My heart was beginning to beat a little faster as the lustful urges from the last time we were together began to rise to the surface. I turned and walked into the house leaving the door open behind me. It was pretty much an engraved invitation. I heard the garage door go down and then Derek, as he entered the house shutting the door from the house to the garage behind him. I shivered as I heard the door lock engage. We were alone again.

Derek caught up with me in the kitchen, where he immediately trapped me up against the wall. I welcomed him with open arms as he moved in close, I was more than eager to let him in. He wasted no time in his hands roaming my body as our tongues met. I rasped for him to "Be nice!" as we came up for air with my ass cupped firmly in his hands 

The sexual intensity between us was hard to describe, it just kind of pulled me in and took control when I was alone with Derek. I wondered if the same thing had happen in the other accounts, where although the teacher was assumed to be the aggressor, that they had really been the victim. The young men in the Y or X or whatever this generation is referred to as aren't like the boys I went to high school with. They are much more sophisticated. They are much more skilled. What other teachers, just like me, had fallen vulnerable to a more skilled player in the ways of the world and had simply been seduced? My conquest was probably more of a prize for Derek than fucking his classmates. After all, being considered as "Off limits!" probably made me more of a challenge.

As we embraced, I thought to myself that this wasn't going to be like our first time. That with no interruptions, it was going to be just that. Derek was going to run rap shod over me as he was going to have uninterrupted access to my cunt. I intended to be a willing, eager participant to whatever he had in store.

When we got to that point, I hadn't lied to Derek and I'm embarrassed to admit this, he did eventually end up "pulling the plug." The act was kind of surreal as we had moved our kissing foreplay from the kitchen to the family room couch, not being in any hurry. After a short time Derek had my skirt up over my hips and was exploring between my legs, staying outside my panties but going over my cunt none the less. When he correctly sensed I wouldn't be able to resist, he entered the leg of my panties. I tried to grab his hand, reminding him that "It was that time of the month." but I just ended up stopping his hand just as it rested against my cit. After rimming circles around my button a few times, I was no longer protesting and when he encountered the string he firmly pulled it free. 

When Derek did that, I couldn't help thinking it was something akin to the opening of Pandora's Box. But this wasn't a fantasy it was real life. As we moved the action to the guest bedroom, with me in tow carrying a handful of towels to protect the mattress. All I could think about then was the kid reestablishing his claim on me. The one deep inside me which was his "special space". I could not resist or deny Derek as I spent the next couple of hours moaning in pleasure, with my face buried in the pillows, as he relentlessly fucked my holes. But that's a story for another time.



What Would You Have Done to Me?



As she pulled into the driveway Rebecca was surprised to find Kyle's truck already there. It was just after 4:00 in the afternoon and Kyle hardly ever made it home before 6:00.

"I thought you said we'd beat Kyle here by a couple hours." Lisa said.

"We should have. I hope nothing's wrong. Oh god...he said things had seemed tense at work lately I hope he wasn't laid off." Rebecca said.

Rebecca and Lisa hurried inside.

"Kyle? Where are you sweetheart?" Rebecca asked.

"I'm right here...oh shit." Kyle said.

He'd stepped into the hallway from the kitchen, then darted back into the kitchen when he saw Lisa. Kyle was naked.

"Well...you don't see that every day." Lisa said.

"Actually I do, but I've never had it pop out of the kitchen when I get home like that. Let's go see what this is all about." Rebecca said.

"Are you sure?" Lisa asked.

"He'll have covered up by now." Rebecca said.

Rebecca and Lisa walked down the hall and then turned into the kitchen. They found Kyle holding a dish towel in front of his lower body.

"Hi Kyle...that's some way to welcome a guest." Lisa said.

Kyle didn't respond, he just turned red.

"It's okay sweetheart. I had no idea that you would be...like that...when I got home and you had no idea that Lisa was coming home with me. It was just a combination of unusual circumstances. Is everything okay? When I saw your truck in the driveway at this time of day I was afraid that you might have been laid off." Rebecca said.

"I wasn't laid off." Kyle said.

"Then why are you home so early?" Rebecca asked.

"I was trying to be spontaneous. You know...surprise you with something unexpected." Kyle said.

Rebecca laughed.

"Well you sure did that. I was very surprised when I saw you step into the hallway." Rebecca said.

"You weren't nearly as surprised as I was." Kyle said.

Rebecca laughed.

"No, I suppose not. I'm sure it was quite a surprise for Lisa as well." Rebecca said.

"That's for sure." Lisa said.

"So now that we've all been surprised, could you two go wait in the living room so I can go to the bedroom and get some clothes?" Kyle asked.

"We will in a minute sweetie, but first I have a question for you. If I'd come in here alone what spontaneous things did you have in mind for us to do?" Rebecca asked.

Kyle didn't respond. Rebecca walked over to him and put her arms around his neck.

"Come on now Kyle don't be shy. What did I miss out on by having Lisa come home with me? What exactly did you have in mind for us to do?" Rebecca asked.

Kyle looked into Rebecca's eyes, then his eyes darted over to look at Lisa; then back to Rebecca.

"Well...I figured that you'd be blown away when you saw me like this." Kyle said.

"I was...I was blown away Kyle." Rebecca said.

"I figured after standing in the hallway in shock for a minute you'd come here to the kitchen where I would undress you..." Kyle said.

"How would you have undressed me? Would you have ripped my clothes off of me as fast as you could or would you have taken your time teasingly undoing one button at a time?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd have done it slow. I'd have done it slow so you could stand there and let yourself think about what was happening. You would have walked in and found me naked in the kitchen and then I was undressing you. You wouldn't have known what was going on, but you'd have been excited to find out where things went." Kyle said.

"Yes, I'm sure that's just how I would have felt. After you'd undressed me what would you have done?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd have kissed you and held you in my arms. It wouldn't have been a hard forceful kiss. It would have been a slow and tender kiss as I held you in my arms." Kyle said.

Rebecca smiled.

"I always enjoy it when you kiss me that way. What would you have done next?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd have torn my lips away from yours and made my way over to your ear lobes and then to the spot...that one little spot on your neck that makes your knees weak. While I was doing that I'd have been gently stroking my hands over every last perfect curve on your body gently caressing your smooth soft skin." Kyle said.

"Oh my. Then what would you have done?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd have trailed my way down over your breasts. I'd have gently flicked your nipples with my tongue, but I wouldn't stay long as I had a long trip south to take. I'd have left a trail of kisses down your stomach to your belly button. I'd have swirled my tongue around it then gently probed it the way you like." Kyle said.

"I love it when you do that." Rebecca said.

"I know. I'd have kissed lower and lower until I could kiss all over the area that would be covered in pubic hair if you didn't keep it shaved. That wonderful triangle of smooth, perfect, intimate skin." Kyle said.

Rebecca cooed.

"Then what would you have done?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd have quickly stood up, scooping you into my arms as I did startling you and getting your heart beating fast." Kyle said.

"Oh my. Once you had me in your arms what would you have done?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd have carried you over to the table, sat you down on the edge of it and kissed you. I'd have pulled your body against mine...not forcefully, but firmly. You'd have wrapped your arms around my neck and your legs around my back holding onto me as if you thought you'd fly off the planet if you let go." Kyle said.

"That sounds like something that I would do. Once you had me on the table what would you have done to me?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd have eased my cock into you and started slowly making love to you." Kyle said.

"No oral?" Rebecca asked.

"No time for oral. I'd have been so worked up that I'd have needed you right then and there and nothing would have gotten in my way. You wouldn't have protested though. You'd have been begging me for it. You'd have been desperate to feel me inside you." Kyle said.

"Would you have kept me on the edge of the table?" Rebecca asked.

"Not the whole time. I'd have laid you back onto the table for a while so I could look down at your beautiful body as I slowly probed your glorious depths with my cock. Then I'd have pulled you up with my cock still inside you and moved over to the counter by the fridge. You'd have supported yourself with your right hand on the counter while grabbing the front of the fridge with your left hand. Your legs would have still been locked around my waist and you'd have been pulling me in as hard as you could with each inward thrust." Kyle said.

"Oh my." Rebecca said.

"It would be around then that you'd have had your first orgasm. You would have reached up with both arms to grab my shoulders and your finger nails would have dug into my skin as your whole body shuddered with the intensity of the orgasm." Kyle said.

"You said my first orgasm...there would have been more?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh yes. One orgasm would not have been enough. I'd have picked you up off of the counter, lifted you off of my cock, flipped you over, bent you over the sink, and entered you from behind. You'd have been completely at my mercy. You'd have been pinned against sink for as long as I wanted you there, but you would have loved being in that position. You would have pounded your fists against the sink and you'd have broken the soap dispenser when you had your second orgasm." Kyle said.

"I'd have broken the soap dispenser?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes. You would have been grasping about wildly trying to find something to hold on to in order to steady yourself as your body shook violently from the power of your second orgasm. You would have grabbed the soap dispenser and ripped it to pieces." Kyle said.

"Oh my. Would that have been the end of it?" Rebecca asked.

"No, I'd have pulled you away from the sink and bent you over forcing you to touch your toes. I'd have pushed you up against the cabinet so that your back was against the cabinet, your face was by your feet, and your beautiful pussy was standing prominently by itself. The position you would have been in would have created some extra pressure as I pushed my cock into you again. I'd have gone nice and slow teasing you, feeling you squirm against my legs. You would have had your third orgasm standing pretty much on your head." Kyle said.

"That certainly would have been an interesting experience." Rebecca said.

"Yes it would have been. That wouldn't have been the end of it though. I'd have picked you up and moved you back to the table. I'd have put you on your stomach on the table, and I'd have pulled your arms back lifting your head and chest off of the table as I slowly and methodically fucked you to a 4th orgasm." Kyle said.

"I guess it's a good thing I'm flexible...otherwise that might have hurt." Rebecca said.

"After your 4th orgasm you would have started begging me to cum...to fill your womb with my seed. I'd have flipped you over on the table and put your legs up over my shoulders as I fucked you yet again. After you'd had your 5th orgasm you would have had tears in your eyes as you begged me to give you my cum to let you experience the joy of having my seed inside you. Finally I would have relented. I would have taken your legs and spread them as wide open as I could, your thighs would have been held firmly to the table as I fucked you to a 6th orgasm. You'd have cried out one more time begging me to cum and I would have finally let go and it would have triggered a 7th orgasm for you." Kyle said.

"Oh my. Then what would you have done?" Rebecca asked.

"I would have leaned down over you on the table and kissed you. I would have carefully scooped you into my arms, taken you to the bedroom, and put you into bed. You would have fallen asleep for a few hours and when you woke up you would have wondered if it had all been a dream." Kyle said.

"That would have been amazing." Rebecca said.

"Yes, it would have been. Oh well...I guess it just wasn't meant to be. If you ladies will excuse me I think I'll go get dressed now." Kyle said.

Kyle walked past the two women and out into the hallway. He tossed the towel back through the door when he was out of sight and continued on to the bedroom. Rebecca and Lisa stood silently for a few minutes.

"That would have been a hell of a thing to come home to." Lisa said.

"Yes it would have. You are never coming home with me again. If it wasn't for the fact that you're here I'd be experiencing that right now instead of standing here with my panties completely soaked just thinking about it." Rebecca said.



What Would You Have Done to Me? Ch. 02



A few months after walking into her front hall with her friend Lisa and finding her husband Kyle standing naked waiting to surprise her Rebecca walked through the front door with her friend Sara and found Kyle waiting for her again.

"Damn." Rebecca said dejectedly.

"Oh my god!" Sara said.

Kyle scrambled into the kitchen.

"I guess I better go huh?" Sara asked.

"Oh no...you need to hear this." Rebecca said.

"Hear what?" Sara asked.

"Come with me." Rebecca said.

"Into the kitchen?" Sara asked.

"Yeah...come on...it's alright." Rebecca said.

Rebecca walked down the hall and into the kitchen with Sara right behind her. Kyle had put on his 'kiss the cook' apron he wore for barbecuing.

"Hi sweetie...I guess I ruined your attempt to be spontaneous again. Sorry." Rebecca said.

"Yeah...well...since last time didn't work out and all...I thought I'd try again." Kyle said.

"I'm very sorry that I messed things up again Kyle." Rebecca said.

"It's okay I guess. It wouldn't be spontaneous if you knew that it was going to happen so you made sure not to bring anyone home with you. This is the risk that you take when you try to surprise someone." Kyle said.

"You certainly surprised me." Sara giggled.

"Hi Sara." Kyle said.

"Hi Kyle." Sara said.

Rebecca walked over to Kyle, put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"What are you doing?" Kyle asked.

"Obeying your apron. It say 'kiss the cook' so I did." Rebecca said.

"Does that mean I should kiss him too?" Sara asked.

"It doesn't say who is supposed to kiss him...so you probably should just to be safe." Rebecca said.

"What?" Kyle asked in disbelief.

"Don't worry sweetie...it's just going to be a little peck...right Sara?" Rebecca asked.

"Of course." Sara said.

Rebecca pulled away from Kyle and Sara walked up to him. Kyle pulled his head back as far as it would go so Sara took his head in her hands and gently pulled it forward. She gave Kyle a little closed mouth kiss on the lips and backed away.

"There...that wasn't so bad now was it?" Rebecca asked.

"No...I suppose it was okay." Kyle said.

"It was better than okay. Closed mouth or not I kissed another woman's husband right in front of her...with her permission. That was exciting." Sara said.

Rebecca smiled.

"If you think that was exciting you're really going to like this next part." Rebecca said.

"What part?" Sara asked.

Rebecca looked at Kyle and smiled.

"The things you said you would have done to me the last time you tried to do this were amazing. I am still kicking myself that I missed out on them as I'm sure I'll be kicking myself for missing out on this. Would you have done the things to me this time that you would have done to me last time?" Rebecca asked.

Kyle looked at Rebecca. He turned his eyes towards Sara. Then he looked back at Rebecca.

"No sweetheart I wouldn't have done those things to you. You know what I would have done to you last time. The point of being spontaneous is to do something that the other person doesn't expect. It wouldn't have been nearly as spontaneous if you knew what I was going to do. So I had a whole new list of things to do to you." Kyle said.

Rebecca smiled.

"What would you have done to me this time?" Rebecca asked.

"Are you sure you want to know? I could hold on to the ideas and surprise you with them at some later date." Kyle said.

"With your dirty mind I'm sure you can come up with a whole new line of things to do to me when I don't mess up your plans. So what would you have done to me if Sara wasn't here?" Rebecca asked.

Kyle looked at Sara before turning his eyes back to Rebecca.

"Well...I know you like that dress, but it wouldn't have survived." Kyle said.

Rebecca looked down at her dress.

"I love this dress Kyle. What do you mean it wouldn't have survived?" Rebecca asked.

"You would have followed me into the kitchen where I would have kissed you so long and so hard that you would have had to use all of your strength to push away from me so you could breathe." Kyle said.

Rebecca smiled.

"I hate having to push away from you like that, but a girl has to breathe." Rebecca said.

Kyle smiled.

"What would you have done to me next?" Rebecca asked.

"After pushing away from me so you could breathe you'd have had your arms around my neck. I'd have grabbed you by the hips and picked you up. You'd have thought I was going to do the same kind of things that I told you about last time so you'd have been surprised and confused when I carried you out of the kitchen and into the dining room." Kyle said.

"The dining room?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes. I'd have put you on the table and started tying you up." Kyle said.

"You were going to tie me to the table?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh yeah...the ropes are already in there." Kyle said.

Rebecca turned her head towards the dining room.

"Then let's go in there." Rebecca said.

She started towards the dining room...Sara followed, and Kyle went last. There were ropes tied to the 4 legs of the table.

"Oh my goodness...you really were going to tie me to the table." Rebecca said.

"Damn straight I was. You probably would have protested a little, but you'd also have been curious and excited to find out what I was going to do to you so you would have let me do it. Wouldn't you?" Kyle asked.

Rebecca shrugged.

"I doubt I'd have put up too much of a fight. What would you have done once I was tied up?" Rebecca asked.

"I didn't know what you were wearing, but I knew that it had to come off. Instead of stripping you out of it...I was going to grab these and cut them off of you." Kyle said.

He picked up a pair of scissors he had placed on a chair.

"It wouldn't have mattered what you were wearing. The only thing I wouldn't have cut off you was your wedding dress and there was very little chance that you were wearing that to go shopping. Pants...shorts...a skirt...a dress...it didn't matter...I was going to cut it off of you. I would have done it slowly. Since you're wearing a dress with buttons in the front I'd have snipped them off one at a time. I'd have cut your bra and panties off of you too. You'd have been completely naked and tied to the table. You'd have been completely exposed and completely at my mercy." Kyle said.

"Oh my." Sara said.

Rebecca looked at Sara...then at Kyle.

"What would you have done to me after tying me up and cutting my clothes off of me?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd have started in on the torture." Kyle said.

"What kind of torture?" Rebecca asked apprehensively.

"Don't worry sweetheart...it would have been teasing torture...not hardcore torture. I'd have started your torture with this." Kyle said.

He picked up a long feather.

"You my beloved are extremely ticklish so I'd have stroked this feather over your entire body. You'd have writhed around, but with your arms and legs tied you wouldn't have been able to get away. You'd have been laughing so hard that you'd have started crying and begging me to stop." Kyle said.

"I might have begged you to stop, but once you did I'd have been walking on air from all the sensations that the tickling created. What would you have done after the tickling?" Rebecca asked.

"I'd have pulled out my next torture device." Kyle said.

He picked up a little pocket rocket style vibrator.

"I would have used this pretty much everywhere except its normal spot. I would have used it on your toes...the sensitive arches on the bottom of your feet, the inside of your thighs, along the outside of your hips, across the area where your panty-line would be, on your extremely ticklish sides, on your ears, on your fingers, under your chin, all over your breasts, especially on your nipples, all over your stomach, in your belly button, then all around your pussy before finally attacking your clit with it. It would have been more than half an hour of tiny little vibrations all over your body before it touched your pussy. You'd have been giggling and moaning as it moved over your body, but when it hit your clit your back would have arched, your knees would have tried to come together, and your body would have shuddered as you had a thunderous orgasm." Kyle said.

"Thunderous?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh yeah...thunderous." Kyle said.

"Oh my. Am I right in assuming that my torture wouldn't have been over then?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh no...I wouldn't let you off that easily. I'd have put this down and pulled out two more torture devices." Kyle said.

He picked up a vibrating egg with a cord on it and a smooth metal vibrator.

"With you unable to stop me I'd have pushed this little egg into your puckered little asshole and I'd have varied the speed on it with one hand while probing your pussy with this little guy." Kyle said.

"I've never had a vibrator in my ass before." Rebecca said.

"You would have today. I guess you can try it later if you want...since it won't be happening now. The combination of the egg rattling around in your ass and this guy buzzing away in your pussy would have had you gushing out onto the table even before you exploded into orgasm." Kyle said.

"Exploded?" Rebecca asked.

"Exploded. Your arms and legs would have strained hard against the ropes and by that point you'd be begging me to untie you so we could fuck, but I wouldn't have been done with you just yet." Kyle said.

"No? What else would you have done?" Rebecca asked.

"This is a dining table...I'd have had a snack. Something so hot that it might burn my mouth, so juicy that it would run down my chin, and so delicious that I would just eat more and more for an hour or so...maybe more." Kyle said.

"An hour? Oh my...I'd have...wow." Rebecca said.

"I figured at least 5 and probably more like 6 or 7 with the state you'd have been in." Kyle said.

Rebecca inhaled deeply at the thought of having Kyle go down on her until she'd had 6 or 7 orgasms. Sara drew in a quick breath at the thought as well.

"Would that have been the end of it?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh no. I had one more thing in mind for my bound beloved." Kyle said.

"What was it?" Rebecca asked.

"Well the table is a hard surface and you'd have been thrashing about on it for quite a while at that point so I'd have pulled out this lotion and given you a full body massage. I'd have started with your front massaging every bit of your perfect skin. When I got between your legs I'd have massaged your pussy until you clamped your legs closed on my hand as you arched your back and cried out in orgasm. While you were weakened by your orgasm I'd have turned you over on the table...still tied up...and I'd have massaged your back. Our little metal friend here would have made another appearance as I used him to massage your asshole inside and out. I'd have reached between your legs again and massaged your pussy until you had another orgasm." Kyle said.

"Oh my goodness...I love it when I lay on my stomach and you make me cum with your hand." Rebecca said.

"I know baby." Kyle said.

"Not to interrupt, but with all the pulling she'd have done on the ropes, all the juices she'd have left on the table, and all of the excess lotion you'd have pretty much ruined this table wouldn't you have?" Sara asked.

Kyle looked at her.

"I certainly hope so." Kyle said.

"Why would you want to ruin it?" Sara asked.

"Because it would give us a reason to get the new one that I wanted. If we ruined this one we'd have had to replace it. Would my time tied to the table be over after you massaged my back?" Rebecca asked.

"Not entirely. I'd have untied your legs and pulled you forward to the end of the table with your arms still tied to the table. I'd have put my cock in your face. I wouldn't have had to force it. You'd have been so worked up by that point that you'd hungrily seek it out and suck it into your mouth and down your throat. You'd be so desperate to have some kind of contact with me that you'd let me fuck your face and be thrilled that I was doing it." Kyle said.

"I'd have to have been pretty worked up to be thrilled about that Kyle." Rebecca said.

"After everything I'd done to you and with thoughts of what I might soon do to you swirling through your head you would have been more than worked up." Kyle said.

Rebecca smiled.

"So would you have cum in my mouth?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh yes...it would have been a big one too. As much as everything had worked you up you would have cum several times...I wouldn't have cum once until that moment. You'd have done your very best to take in every last drop. Any that fell to the floor would have made you sad." Kyle said.

"Well I do love the taste of your cum and if I was that worked up it would have been sad to see a drop of that wonderful treat fall to the floor away from my tongue where I would have savored it." Rebecca said.

Kyle smiled.

"You would have been surprised as hell when I yanked the ropes to free your arms, grabbed you around your waist, spun you around so your feet were on the floor and your body was still on the table and I plunged my cock into you." Kyle said.

"Yes it would have surprised me, but it would have been a great surprise." Rebecca said.

"I'll bet." Sara said.

"I'd have pounded you as hard and as fast as I could. The edge of the table would have been digging into your thighs, but the pleasure would have overpowered the pain and you'd have begged me to go harder and harder." Kyle said.

"It sounds like it would have been intense." Rebecca said.

"Oh yes...the table would have started moving towards the far wall. Most likely the table would be up against the wall before I finally came inside you. Then I would have pulled out and walked away leaving you bent over the table gasping for breath...your entire body on fire with orgasmic pleasure." Kyle said.

"Damn..." Sara said.

"No kidding." Rebecca said.

"Oh well...it wasn't meant to be." Kyle said.

Kyle walked out of the room giving Rebecca and Sara a view of his bare ass as he walked away.

"Sorry." Sara said.

"It's okay...he tried it before...I've got a feeling he'll keep trying until it works. I'll just have to plan ahead to be ready for next time." Rebecca said.