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Controlling Sara

By: fannyrat



My name is Joe; I am 50 years old and have a wife Sara the same age. A few months ago my life changed like you wouldn't believe. 

Here goes.

I am a builder, and I was in town one day looking to call into the Architects office to discuss the drawings for the extension I had won the contract to build. As I walked down the street, there was a small child playing excitedly on the pavement. I didn't pay much attention to her, but I should have, because she was just about to change my life.

As I neared the point the little girl and another child (and I assume her brother) were playing, teasing each other and play fighting, the boy made a grab for her which made her shriek and try to run away from him. 

She ran straight out into the road. It's funny how people say things happen in slow motion at times of drama, and before this I thought it was crap to be honest with you, but believe me the awareness I felt of seeing the girl run into the road, the truck bearing down on her seemed to last forever, but even that wasn't the same as the horrified look on her mothers face as the scene played out in front of her.

I am not a hero I tell you now, I simply acted as any man would, I instinctively ran for the little girl and snatched her up a split second before the truck terminated her short life. I cut it that fine that as I dived in front of the truck to pick her up, the truck caught me what was luckily a only a glancing blow.

I say a glancing blow, but it was enough to break my leg, as opposed to killing me I suppose this was a minor contact.

Well to cut a very long story as short as I can, I was in the hospital for 10 days, in traction feeling pretty pissed at missing work, work that as a self employed contractor I couldn't afford. I had had all the visits from the grateful family and enough slaps on the back to cause more damage than the truck, when one day the grandfather of the little girl came to see me. 

He looked quite secretive and furtive as he sat by my bed, "I want to repay you for the life of my granddaughter" he said. "Oh look I only did..." was all I could say when he said "listen I know what you are going to say, and I don't care, be quiet and listen. I shut up and thought "humour him, it obviously means a great deal to him"

The old man then changed my life

"I work for the government" he said "We have developed over the last few years, a drug that enables us control those elements of society that are a nuisance, by controlling how they think and act". He handed me a little box, which, when I opened it contained hundreds of little white pills. "If you ever repeat anything I am now going to tell you we will both be in mortal danger. In return for saving my granddaughter I am giving you these pills. These pills when taken by a subject renders them totally susceptible to suggestion and control. Anyone taking these pills can be instructed to act in any fashion you want, and the beauty is, you can then order them to forget anything that occurred as a result of that control" 

To say I was sceptical would be an understatement, but the old man's sincerity and intensity made be take him at his word. "Use them wisely and they will bring you what you want from life" he said and promptly left.

I was discharged from the hospital and went home to carry on life as usual, the pills were in my bag but the credence I gave to his story was nil. This meant I delayed in actually trying them out. One day my wife and I were having a bit of a cuddle in the kitchen and I was getting a little horny, and tried to instigate a little action. Sara pushed me away saying "I haven't time for that lover, you'll just have to wait. 

"If ever there was a time to test those damn pills it's now" I thought. I went upstairs and searched my bag and found them, put one in my hand and went downstairs. "Ok do you want a cuppa"? I said all friendly "yes please but don't make it too weak like you usually do"

I made the tea and slipped a tablet into it and took it to her, we chatted a little and I waited until she had finished it, then another 10 minutes (as I had been instructed) for it to get into her system. "Ok it's now or never I thought expecting to feel the biggest fool ever when the damn things turned out to be useless.

"Sara come here" I said deliberately curtly to test the water, she did just that, "what do you want Joe" she said "I don't think I want to wait for a bit of a cuddle, do it here and now" I said and waited with bated breath for the inevitable argument, but was amazed when she said "Ok anything you say Joe"

Sara had willingly sucked my cock over the years, but after letting me come in her mouth once right at the very beginning she refused to do it anymore saying she didn't like it. 

"Here goes nothing" I thought "Give me a blow job baby" I commanded and was amazed when down she went without a single second's hesitation. She pulled my cock from my trousers and proceeded to suck me off with gusto. As I neared my orgasm a few minutes later I said to her "Now listen girl, you are really horny for my cum and you are really keen for me to cum in your mouth, now finish me off and do it like you really mean it"

Sara sucked like a pro and when I said "Jesus here it comes" I was dumbfounded when, without any coercion she tilted her head back, stuck out her tongue and made me shoot massive amounts of cum onto her tongue and into her mouth. She held my cum that way letting me see it in her mouth, before she pursed her lips and swallowed it all as sexily as she could.

"Oh boy, how am I going to enjoy this" I thought, but I was unsure how to play the situation. I needed to know if the grandfather's claims about making people forget what has happened was true. I commanded her to forget all that had just happened, and told her to revert back to as she was before, she had no recollection of the blow job and she still felt as she did before. To test this out I said "Hey honey, how about a blow job and letting my cum in your mouth" "Look Joe I've told you countless times over the years that I don't like it and I'm not doing it" "and at the risk of repeating myself I've just told you I haven't time"

Over the next few weeks I had the greatest sex life a man could have. I stuck to sex with Sara and didn't use my 'powers' to rape or abuse any other women, although the temptation was massive. I made her a willing accomplice in all the sex we had, but always returned her to her previous state rather than make her a 'slut wife' as I always thought it was sexier that way, being around her as her natural self, yet having no idea what she was getting up to at times.

We sometimes made love rather than had sex in daring places; we played out a 'Brief Encounter' type scene on the steam railway that ran across the local moors. We had a couple of attempts of securing an empty carriage (remember these are old fashioned single room, no corridor carriages) where we acted out or strangers fantasy.

Sometimes it was loving in the respect that I regressed her to when she was a virgin. This was awesome as it wasn't just role-play; she actually WAS in her mind a young timid, shy, virgin about to give herself to me.

One night I turned her into a prostitute. I made her go and stand on a certain street dressed in mini skirt, stockings etc looking soooo fucking hot. However the game was that she didn't go with anyone, that she waited for me to be her customer. However she was told that she did not know me, that I was a total stranger. I also ordered her to be herself, she was Sara, we were having severe financial problems and she had been reduced to prostituting herself as a means of escape, she had to do this completely as her normal self.

On the night in question I duly turned up and approached her on the street, after the negotiations she got in my car and I drove to a dark alley. Imagine the scenario, it was so surreal and massively exciting, here I was watching my own wife whoring herself with a 'stranger' I got to see first hand how the scene would play out, how she would act and what she would do etc, while all the time being the one to fuck her. Unreal man unreal.

Taking her skimpy little panties off, fingering her pussy and fucking that red hot little box with her stocking clad legs round my waist, was awesome. But it was because all the time she knew she was Sara yet thought she was a prostitute for real, I blew my stack. As usual the next morning she knew absolutely nothing about what occurred the previous night and I couldn't take my eyes off the 'dirty little whore' could life get any better?

Other times it get a bit naughty on my part, one day after feeding her the tablet I raped her, she really believed she was being raped by a burglar. I found the experience totally awesome, but after witnessing the distress I caused (even though I eradicated it from her mind totally afterwards) I decided it wasn't what I should be putting my wife through.

The life continued, but was to take a major step up. There was two issues, one for me and one for Sara, which was to escalate the life I was leading.

First me

As the weeks went on, as I was enjoying myself I knew that there was one thing nagging in the back of my mind. Although things were awesome, there was one thing I wanted, and I knew what it was.

For years I had wanted to watch my wife with another man. Going back almost 30 years to my young working life, to a time I worked for a company with a maintenance contract at a local factory. There was a situation where there was many a filing cabinet on the shop floor absolutely packed with girlie mags, which over a couple of years I must have read most. In these mags on the story/confessions/letters pages I came across the genre (if that's what it is) of wife watching. Throughout the ensuing years I have been amazed at how massive a niche this is and how many people share this taste.

However whereas a lot of couples actually turn this into really, for me it has never been an option. Sara would NEVER, and I mean never, contemplate such a 'perversion', I know, I have brought it up in conversation in a way that always sounded like I meant it as an idea for others and certainly not us. Her reaction was always one of disgust, and believe me those stories of wives secretly wanting it to happen, or going from shy wife to slut wife in the process is absolutely not Sara, so forget it!

Although I played around with other 'games' this one started to become a bit obsessive and was taking up most of my thoughts. Once I had decided I just had to experience this, I set to work.

Being a builder I had been part of a self-build scheme and had built my own house to my own specs. The bedroom I had built was massive, as I always had plans to build walk in wardrobes down two sides, but paid work always took up my time. When I put my plans into action I spent long nights and weekends building 'the set' for my fantasy to come true.

I partitioned off down one side of the room and along a width wall. Down the side of the room I built a false wall, creating a three feet wide cubby hole the length of the bedroom, accessible from another bedroom and installed a massive two-way mirror. Along the bottom I put genuine walk-in wardrobes with two way mirrors. This had a false side wall which could be removed, allowing me to walk (creep?) between the two. The work took a few months and it was easy to hide everything from Sara, I just told her she had seen nothing! simple. With my cubby hole carpeted out for silent movement, and the wardrobe doors locked from the inside so I couldn't be suddenly discovered, I was ready.

I positioned the bed up against the wall down the side and just a few feet in from the bottom, so I could be as physically close to the action as possible. The room looked a bit out of place and to be honest anyone taking much notice would think it looked suspicious and 'set up' Because of this I left some building tools and materials around so it looked like it was the only place for the bed to go.

I eagerly awaited the first chance to put my plan into operation, I chose a Saturday night. I gave Sara her first pill, and having worked out they lasted about 4 hours before they started to wear off I gave her another and told her to absolutely make sure that before coming home she must take the second one.

I/we got her ready, she was to wear black stockings and suspenders, tiny lacy black panties with lace tie-ups at the side (believe it or not I'm not a great fan of the thong, and much prefer lacy knickers) and black lacy bra that was very thin and allowed her nipples to show poking through the material. She finished her ensemble with a little black cocktail dress that was probably a bit too short to wear with stockings but I thought with care she could avoid anyone who saw her from seeing them. Black 'strappy' shoes with high heels completed her outfit. 

Sara stood in front of me, She was 50 years old, 5ft 1in with bleached blond shoulder length hair (don't they all now?) a slim figure, 34c breasts still pert and a tight black pubic bush covering her 'down there' under her clothes.

I was rock hard. 

I also had a dilemma, do I send Sara out there as herself, fully aware of what she was doing, but unable to stop herself, or do I send her out unaware of what is going on. I decided to take a risk and send her out to 'pull' as her natural self.

Sara left the house when the taxi arrived, with specific instructions and orders, she was powerless to resist but I thought I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes. When she had gone I settled down to wait.

Sara was going to a function organized by a local club she belonged to, it was being held at a hotel in the town. There was an itinerary for the evening's proceedings, so I knew what time to expect her home if everything went according to plan.

About half past twelve, I heard a taxi pull up outside the house. I raced through the hall and up the steps in the dark and took up my position to wait. I didn't really expect much and rather pessimistically waited for her to enter the house alone. Imagine that little electric shock of excitement when I heard voices in the hallway.

With the blood racing and pounding in my ears, it took me a moment or two to actually register what I was hearing. There wasn't two voices there was more, I listened intently and in time realised there was three voices other than Sara's all male! "What the fuck did she think she was doing"? A later discussion revealed that as she was trying to follow orders (or acting instinctively as she thought) and pull a man she had selected, she found it impossible to part him from his friends and to cut a long story short she decided that she must bring three home as opposed to none.

This wasn't part of my plan, but what the fuck could I do?

I then heard voices climbing the stairs; Sara had followed orders and insisted they use the bedroom. When they walking into the room I was stunned, she had indeed brought three men home. They were all wearing tuxedoes and looked 'rich' if you know what I mean clean cut, tanned, smart etc. Sara looked astonishing, and she had one man with his hand on her arse trying to kiss her. Just wait a moment we have all night she said, and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

It was then Gary took a box out of his pocket and handed 3 little blue pills round, "take the Viagra boys, I know we won't need it to start, but by the time we need a rest they will have taken effect and will guarantee you are up to the task"

Sara stepped out of the bathroom and stood in the room, "why don't you come here pretty lady and see what we have got for you" Steve said and with that my fantasy commenced. 

They all approached Sara and started simultaneously kissing, pawing and groping her. Ricky was kissing her neck from behind and pulled the zip down on her dress. Gary standing in front of her pulled the dress off her shoulders and pushed it down slowly revealing her breasts in her bra, then further down and her suspender belt came into view. By the time her panties we revealed the dress fell to the floor on it's own with a flump sort of noise.

She looked stunning 50 years old and I swear there was no-one of any age, would have looked as pretty, sexy and vulnerable as she did at that moment. 

Ricky undid her bra from behind and it joined her dress on the floor. He knelt down and took hold of the laces on either side of her panties and pulled them, this undid them and slowly, very slowly he peeled them down kissing her ass as he did. The other two guys stood in front watching the unveiling intently, her pert breasts stood proudly, nipples erect for them, her flat stomach around which her suspender belt hung , and finally her pussy, tight curls slightly hiding her slit, all fell under their gaze.

Sara was made to keep on her suspenders, stockings and shoes. She was led to the bed and pushed back onto it, her legs splaying open as she did. At this point I was so near to them behind my mirror that I could have touched her pussy myself, I felt sure they could hear my laboured breathing. I gazed between my wife's legs and saw her inner lips already 'flowered open' and she looked soaking wet. I looked at the gorgeous pink folds of her cunt that three complete strangers were about to have.

Ricky and Steve came at her from both sides to get at her tits (Steve's hairy ass was up against the very glass I was looking through) and Gary lowered himself onto his knees on the floor. He stared at her cunt then opened her up further with his index and middle fingers, then leant forward to clasp his mouth to my wife's pink labia. He ran his tongue over her lips, into her cunt, over her clitoris and it drove her wild. After about only five minutes, with two guys quite roughly sucking her tits and her pussy being expertly licked Sara came. She came big time. Her scream of passion went right through me and the feeling of being able to watch this wild abandon from my prim little wife was earth shattering.

When Sara had come the men got a little aggressive and rough. "Okay lady you had yours, time to put out" they pulled her from the bed onto her knees and gathered around her. Gary hooked his hands into her hair and fed her his cock. It was quite impressive and looked about 8 1/2 inches and reasonably thick "Suck it girlie" he commanded.

I watched transfixed as my wife took the hard, throbbing cock into her mouth, her lips stretched round its girth and started to suck. Now and again she would take it all the way out and lick the head and shaft then put as much of it back in her mouth as she could manage. I observed this for a few minutes, when Gary grunted, grabbed her by the ears and came in her mouth. Sara seemed to gag for a few seconds, and then got control; Gary had shot an absolute bucketful into her mouth. However 2-3 big gulps and she had swallowed it all.

He backed off and Steve took his place feeding his bulbous, angry cock head into her mouth, my wife wrapped her hand round the shaft and wanked the cock as she sucked the head, again it took no time for her too bring him off into her mouth, nor did it take very long for Ricky to get in on the action. 

Sara stared at his cock as he put in right into her face, he was huge. The other two guys were pretty well endowed, but Ricky must have been about 9 inches and thick, I watched Sara stare like a rabbit in headlights at the monster before taking just the head into her mouth. Ricky wanted more than a simple suck and cum operation, the other two guys just wanted to get that first pent up cum out of the way, but Ricky had my wife licking and sucking his balls, licking the whole length of his shaft and basically sucking his cock like a pro until he emptied himself onto her face and into her willing mouth.

There was loads of the stuff. It dripped from her chin onto her breasts and stomach and even ran down to her pubic mound.


Controlling Sara Ch. 02



Please read part one first. As usual I invite and welcome all comments, that will enable me to improve as an author.

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After all the sex acts I had made my wife perform, I took it easy for awhile. I stopped her screwing anyone but me, and went back to normal. When I took stock of what I had done with Sara, I came to the conclusion that I must be some form of sexual inadequate. I seemed to hide away and take great delight in other peoples adventures, rather than my own.

Having said that, with my unlimited supply of tablets from the ever grateful grandfather, I did help myself to two of Sara's friends. I had always lusted after Rachel and Charlotte, not to mention the hot, little young girl, across the street. All of whom, think they had the best fuck of their lives with me!

I soon tired of living normally again, even though Sara did whatever I told her to in bed, I pretty quickly started to want more. I remembered how awful I felt putting my wife through what I had, but the need was returning.

Let me tell you about Gary Jones.

Gary Jones and I loathed and despised each other. We went to the same school from the age of eight. We don't know how it started, but we do agree, on the level of hatred it had reached. Throughout school and into adulthood, I was completely overshadowed and outshone by the asshole. He was bigger than me, he was better looking, he excelled at all sports, he got better exam results, and he had all the girls. To use sports type terms, he was, MVP - Pro-bowl - Star player all the fucking lot (He wasn't all that really, but compared to me he was.)

Although I had done ok, running my own small building business, Jones had been an academic. He now worked for a blue chip company in town. I saw him from time to time coming out of the fancy glass building, with his high flyer colleagues, all tanned, in his expensive suit and getting into his expensive car, with his drop dead gorgeous wife. 

Are you getting the drift here?

I couldn't even kick his ass, he would murder me!

One night I was bored and in one of my moods. Sara was getting on my fucking nerves, nagging, so I sent the bitch out to get fucked for me. 

I sent Sara to dress the way I liked her, She put on black stockings and suspenders (always suspenders, as I didn't like hold ups. I always liked the way the stocking raised slightly in the clasp) She wore a thong, half cup bra and high heels, which strapped around her ankles. A mini skirt and black silk blouse completed her appearance. This had become almost like a uniform for Sara. Over the months I had sent her out dressed in different ways and styles, but I always returned to this 'classic' look. So I simply settled for the one ensemble, every time I sent her out.

I ran Sara down to the club in the car and returned home, as I had some paperwork to finish. It would be awhile until she 'pulled' and awhile longer until the action started. I got engrossed in a problem I couldn't solve and suddenly realised the time. I jumped into the car and returned to the club. I took a peek into the lounge bar to see if I could see Sara, but she wasn't there. After a quick look around the rest of the club, realising she wasn't in any other part either, I quietly made my way to my usual vantage point. 

Hoping I hadn't missed any of the action, and already getting a semi hard on, I took up my place. I was too late, Sara must have pulled straight away and gone outside with him almost as quickly. I could see shadows in the darkness and could see movement that looked like they were re-arranging clothing. They were finished.

"Damn," I thought.

That thought was to be the least of my worries, when out of the shadows, rearranging his cock in his trousers, wearing the most triumphant smirk that you have ever seen, walked Gary Jones.

I was fucking stunned.

I wanted to hit out at someone, I couldn't take it out on Sara, as I had controlled her and made her do this. I couldn't take it out on him, because I didn't want to admit, that I knew that he had had my wife and he would probably kick my ass, to go with fucking her.

For days I was desolate,

"Of all the people... Oh why did she pick him?... Oh God please not that bastard... Oh that horrible asshole had had my wife," All these thoughts wouldn't leave me.

For whatever reason, I don't know why, you will have to ask a shrink, but I had to hear all the details. Maybe I hoped to hear they didn't do anything, or he couldn't get it up, they were disturbed, anything, I was desperately clutching at straws.

This may sound stupid to you, because it damn well does to me. When I heard the full account from Sara, the things you wouldn't expect, were the ones that burned me the most. When I heard of my wife on her knees, in front of my mortal enemy, sucking his big cock, when I heard of her squealing on his big hard dick as he fucked her, the thing I thought of most, was that he had seen my Sara naked. I know that sounds stupid, but the thought of her opening her blouse and showing him her tits in the half cup bra, then exposing them fully to him was awful. The further thought of him peeling her panties down and gazing at her hairy pussy and her pink lips, sent me wild with rage. 

As we sat at home, Sara was totally unaware that anything untoward had even happened. She sat on the sofa innocently having a late night coffee, and I knew her pussy was full of cum from the man, that I hated most in the entire world. 

I decided I couldn't live with this bastard having had my wife. I needed to get to him and make him forget. I made an appointment to see him in his office, and turned up at the appointed time. I was kept waiting for thirty minutes sat on a chair outside his door. Eventually he must have tired of humiliating me, and I was shown into his office. He stayed seated behind his desk, the bastard knew why I was here, and he had the most shit-eating, arrogant grin on his face. He smirked at me and the look we gave each other as our eyes met said,

"We both know I have fucked your slut of a wife."

"So, what the fuck do you want?" was his opening line. I had to play for time, I needed to somehow get to his coffee, with a pill.

"Look Gary, I know we haven't seen eye to eye..." I started.

"Not seen eye to eye? He interrupted, I fucking hate you, you asshole," he laughed.

I tried to keep calm,

"Yes well, err, I mean well.. I blabbed like a simpleton, I hear you saw my wife the other night," I hadn't a clue where I was going with this.

He leaned forward and winked at me,

"I did a little more than see her, you tosser," he smirked.

"What can I do?" I thought.

If Jones had an Achilles heel, it was his dislike of the amount of foreigners, asylum seekers and benefit tourists in the town. Especially the angry Pakistani youth that lounged around all day.

"Fucking spongers," was his assessment.

I got my revenge.

Jones's wife Zoë was what you would expect, given his looks and position. She was younger than Jones, early forties I would guess. She was very pretty, petite, bleach blonde hair, small but perfectly formed breasts, a trim figure and an ass to die for.

After being told by me how to play the role (obviously, her thinking it was real and natural) and what context to play it in, Zoë took centre stage. 

One afternoon, Zoë walked out of the town centre pub on the arm of Jamil. She was high with the dope he had been giving her (He had given her nothing at all, it was all in her mind.) The 'drugs' made Zoë feel very horny, and it was an itch she needed scratching.

"Do you want to go somewhere, where we can keep you feeling good and enjoying yourself babe?" It was not a question from Jamil.

"Yeah sure babe, slurred Zoë, let's party," she shouted like a drunk.

As Jamil drove Zoë to his home he called Tariq and told him to get his ass to Jamil's house, and to take Asif with him. 

"There you go now, be steady girl, we don't need you having an accident do we," said Jamil as he helped an unsteady Zoë from his car to the door of his house. He helped Zoë up the stairs and led her into a bedroom. The bedroom was fully light, there was only a net curtain fluttering in the air that drifted in through the open window.

Through the window, Zoë could hear all the natural sounds of a street in the middle of the afternoon. Children playing, cars starting and women conversing, in a language she didn't understand. Voices called from one garden to another across the street. 

Under my direction, Zoë believed she was in love with this man. She thought she was a little afraid of him and was frightened of him dumping her. She would do anything to keep him. 

Jamil turned Zoë towards him and kissed her. As his hands urgently began to undress her, Zoë made a token effort to resist. It wasn't convincing, her body seemed on fire and she wanted to get laid. As garment after garment was stripped from her, and she was left with just her panties, Zoë could hear noises from outside the bedroom.

"Who's out there?" Zoë slurred.

"Nobody babe, don't worry about it, now let's get those panties off and we can have a good time," Jamil reassured her.

Naked Zoë lay back on the bed, her small nipples hardening in the breeze from the window, her legs closed. She hoped no one across the street could see her, naked on the bed through the window, as the net curtains parted slightly, now and then, in the draught.

Jamil couldn't believe his luck today. A gorgeous woman like this had let herself be picked up so easily. Even if she was acting a bit strange he didn't care, white bitches were all sluts anyway. He didn't care for having a long session of sex, with the woman he had picked up, he just wanted to fuck her. Prising her legs apart, he put his hand on the very prominent bulge of her smooth, shaven, pubic mound. He inserted a finger and found that she was wet, she was ready, simple as that.

Jamil rolled on top of Zoë, her legs automatically spread wider and her knees rose up. He took his cock in his hand and placed it at the entrance to her wonderful smooth, pink, lips. With great delight he felt his cock slide into her hot, wet, cunt.

Zoë had no chance to enjoy the screw, let alone get anywhere near orgasm. Jamil just used her to wank his cock into. After a few minutes Jamil started banging into her really hard, the bed rocking violently. He grunted a few times, pushed himself in up to the hilt, pumped his semen into her and simply pulled out.

He had done with her, he had fucked her, cum in her slut cunt and that's all he was interested in.

Zoë lay on the bed, feeling like a piece of meat. The guy who was her boyfriend had been so mean, he hadn't told her he loved her or anything. He had just used her.

"Hey Tariq bro, you wanna get in here man?" he shouted.

Zoë tried to cover herself the best she could, as another man came in the room. He approached and stood at the foot of the bed, gazing between Zoë's legs. 

"Jamil? She said in a pleading voice, can't you make him leave? He's looking at me."

Jamil sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand. Zoë peered at him through scared and timid eyes.

"Hey come on now babe, don't be like that. Tariq here is my main bro, he ain't doing any harm, Jamil soothed her. Why don't you let Tariq here have a little piece of that nice pussy? He won't tell anyone," he cajoled.

By now Zoë had ceased feeling sexy or horny. All she felt was confused and her mind was muddled.

"Well, I don't know, are you sure he won't tell anyone?" she mumbled, sounding like a frightened schoolgirl. 

Jamil coaxed Zoë into the 'harmless little fun' of letting Tariq have her.

"But just him then, nobody else, Jamil promise?" she muttered.

Zoë laid on the bed as this man she didn't know, sat beside her. He reached over and mauled one of her tits.

"Ok girl, you ready for Tariq?" He asked. Again this was not a question. He stood and dropped his trousers, baring his cock to her.

"Say, why don't you give this a little suck to get things going huh?" He stood at the side of the bed next to her head, and roughly fed his cock into her mouth. It took less than five times sucking the angry, slightly pungent cock, into her mouth, to make him fully hard.

Tariq got on the bed, and with absolutely no consideration for her at all, simply stuck his cock in her and fucked her. As his cock pounded Zoë's pussy, Tariq whispered in her ear.

"You fucking slut whore, you dirty piece of white, cock hungry, trash. That cum hungry cunt of yours just loves it right?"

He made Zoë nod in agreement and wanted her to say it aloud. Although she meant none of it, she felt it was best to agree. 

"Yes I am a whore, and I need your cock filling me with cum," she said in a daze, not understanding why she was acting in this way.

Using her and abusing her as he was, turned Tariq on massively. It lasted no time at all, and soon Tariq was grunting like a pig and humping into her, as he shot his hot cum into the slut's cunt. As Tariq pulled his cock from her, Zoë felt the cum run out of her pussy. Just as Jamil had done, once he had shot his cum in her, Tariq was totally disinterested in her.

As Zoë lay on the bed she was very conscious of lying naked, with semen running from her, in front of these two men. Jamil and Tariq were talking quietly and laughing occasionally between themselves. They had made a decision.

Asif was a big lump of a young lad, they wondered if he was 'all there' if you know what I mean. He was a simple boy who always ran errands for them, trying to please them. They knew Asif had never had a girl let him anywhere near them, due to him being a bit strange. Jamil and Tariq had decided today was the day for 'Daft Asif' to get his.

Zoë tried to get up from the bed.

"Whoa babe, where are you going?" said Jamil.

"I have let you do it to me Jamil, so can I go now?" whimpered Zoë.

"Hey sweetheart, just one more, I promise, Jamil said trying to sound caring. It's ok isn't it babes?"

As Asif was led into the room, his eyes lit up. "Jamil, Jamil, that girl has no clothes on," he said shyly and excitedly.

"That's right bro, and do you know what? She likes you, and wants you to be nice to her," Jamil teased.

Zoë looked up at the big young man, who was almost slobbering. 

"Oh please Jamil honey, not him please."

"Its ok sugar he won't hurt you, why not be nice to him," insisted Jamil.

She lay back in a dazed and confused state, under the influence, she allowed herself to be used again.

Again there was no finesse. Asif climbed between Zoë's legs. He lay flat on top of her in the classic missionary position. He hooked his arms around the back of her shoulders, buried his face in the crook of her neck and pushed himself into her.

He was a big boy, in more ways than one, but she wasn't a young little virgin and with all the semen already inside her, he slid in easily. Zoë was fucked in the most fumbling and inexperienced way of her life. Urgent, uncontrolled thrust after thrust, lasting no more than two minutes, culminated in her pussy being absolutely flooded with the frustrated, pent up cum, of Asif. 

Guiltily (He wasn't sure if he had done something wrong) Asif dismounted her and got off the bed. He looked at Zoë who was laid with her head to one side seemingly staring into space.

The men left her on the bed, and made their way from the room. Zoë decided she needed to pee. She crawled from the bed and looked for her clothes, they were not there. She made her way out of the room and onto what had been converted to a sitting area at the top of the stairs. The men were sat around in easy chairs smoking. 

"Say girl, where you going?" asked Jamil, her clothes in a pile by his chair.

"I need to pee," Zoë embarrassingly whispered, trying to hide herself behind the door jamb.

"It's over in the corner there," said Jamil and pointed.

"But I've no clothes on," Zoë again whispered shyly.

"For fuck's sake, stupid bitch, they've all just fucked you!" Jamil said shaking his head.

Zoë had no choice, but to make her way across the room naked. She held one arm across her breasts and put one hand between her legs. She stumbled through the men and got to the toilet. Zoë sat and listened to the cum dripping from her vagina into the water. She then peed, took a deep breath and re-entered the room. To Zoë walking naked through these men, was a massive thing and an embarrassing position to be in, yet no one in the room could really care less.

She was still under the impression that Jamil was her boyfriend and she had let the others 'do it to her' just to please him. 

As she crossed the room a young boy appeared up the stairs. This was Jamil's younger brother. Ali stared at the pretty, and NAKED woman stumbling across the room.

"Jamil, he said pulling on his arm, who is that?"

"No one for you to get all excited about, that's for sure," said Jamil.

"Jamil, Jamil, have you? Have you? You know, he was nodding towards Zoë, you know, have you, 'done her'?"

Jamil smiled at his younger brother and said,

"Go get your cousins, I've got a present for you."

Zoë sat in bed, pulling the covers up to hide her body, from the three young lads, that were stood looking at her.

Through my instructions, Zoë was incredibly reluctant, but was allowing herself to be slowly persuaded to 'be nice' to the boys.

"Let them have a look at least," said Jamil, as her pulled the sheets from her hands.

Zoë lay like a piece of meat in a display cabinet. Naked, she felt three pairs of eyes burning into her breasts, her nipples and between her legs.

"Jamil, Jamil, can I please?, can I?, go on, let me please," begged Ali as though we wanted to be allowed to go on a fairground ride.

Zoë couldn't believe it when Jamil gave them permission to use her. One by one these young boys lost their virginity to her. She had the extra humiliation of having to reach down and guide each one into her, as they inexpertly, jabbed hard, throbbing, eager young cocks at her pussy.

Zoë lay in the pool of cum already left from before, as three more loads were added to it. One after the other they climbed on top of her, entered her, fucked her poorly and came in her.

Alone in the bedroom yet again (she was of no interest once the cum had been dumped) Zoë heard two voices. They sounded angry and commanding. Jamil's father and uncle had climbed the stairs to see what was going on. They walked into the bedroom, closely followed by Jamil, who was desperately trying to appease his father.

A few short sharp words and comments passed between them, which Zoë could not understand. Jamil left the room looking chastened, and left her alone with his father and uncle. They were dressed in the long white robes, a custom that the elders still upheld.

They approached the bed and stared at her nakedness. This was the first white woman (in fact the only woman, other than their wives) that they had seen naked. 

This time there was no permission asked, Zoë was not even worthy of having any say in the matter. Jamil's father looked at the pool of cum those filthy little bastards had left her in. He was not going to rape her there, in all that mess. He took Zoë by the hand, and felt resistance. He tugged harder and shot Zoë a glare that said 'Don't you dare defy me' and pulled her to her feet. He took her to the foot of the bed and motioned for her to climb on the bed, facing away from him.

Afraid, confused, and bemused at what was happening to her, Zoë knelt on the bed. She was pushed in the back forcing her down onto her face and her legs were pulled apart. Her smooth, pink, pussy lips, gaped open for him. Jamil's father grabbed her hands and put them on her own ass, he pulled her pussy open with them. He was showing her what he wanted her to do.




Controlling Sara Ch. 02



Reaching around Zoë held her ass cheeks as wide apart as she could and pulled her wet labia wide open. Gazing into her open hole, Jamil's father put a massive cock head against her labia and entered her. On every stroke he pulled out fully, he wanted to see her gaping cunt walls close as his cock pulled out , so he could watch himself time and time again, entering her. 

This time Zoë was fucked well. He was in no rush, he was old enough to know how to control himself and he wasn't going to rush this once-in-a-lifetime fuck.

After being fucked six times, quickly and with no consideration for her, this time Zoë came. The unknown man behind her, sometimes rubbed his cock up and down her labia and along her clitoris when he pulled out, or would sometimes reach round and give it a little rub. This was enough, and on the cock of a man she had never seen before in her life, she screamed and had an orgasm.

Post orgasm, Zoë felt even more of a rag doll to be used, than before. She sagged and limply felt the energy go from her. Jamil's father started to bang her hard. He wanted to cum now and the piece of meat gripping his cock was simply there for him to use. The bed shook with the violence of the onslaught, until he pushed himself as far into her as he could, his big cock 'bottoming out' and blasted her cervix, with jet after jet of semen.

Unceremoniously pulling his cock from her, he simply walked out of the room. Zoë collapsed onto the bed, thankful it was over. 

She had forgotten Jamil's uncle.

He looked at the mess that she was. He saw the river of semen running from her pussy and decided that was not for him. His wife was extremely reluctant to put his dick in her mouth and had only ever done it a few times, and had never swallowed.

This was his time. He dragged Zoë, still on her front, to the edge of the bed. Her face was level with his groin and her eyes were closed. Without even considering whether she would agree or not, he hooked a finger in her mouth and forced it open. Zoë had no energy to resist as he simply used her mouth like a pussy. As he fucked her mouth he slapped her face. Her eyes shot open and he gestured to her to start sucking and look him in the eyes. With very little energy Zoë managed to make a show of sucking him.

He was so turned on, he was fucking her face quite violently, when he grabbed her hair and pushed himself into her mouth as far as he could. He mimed a swallowing action to tell the slut, that he demanded she swallow. Zoë felt the hot, salty sticky semen filling her mouth. She gamely tried to swallow, but being sort of, half on her side, half on her front, meant she couldn't open her mouth without it running out. She had to keep suckling the cock and working the semen to the back of her throat, until her mouth was empty of cum.

Zoë left the house in a daze. She walked up the steep street back to the main road. She felt all the eyes on her, the women of the street were stood in doorways watching her. As they leant against door jambs looking at her, they knew what she was, they knew where she had been and they knew what she had been doing.

"Whore," they thought.

Zoë reached the main road. There was a taxi already waiting for her that Jamil had called. As she got in the taxi she saw the look that the driver gave her. She gave him her address, but knew there would be a stop somewhere between here and home, so the driver could have a piece of her.

Of course all of this never happened, but that useless, smug, shit eating, mother fucking, bastard sat across from me thinks it did.

When I said I got my revenge, I simply got my chance at last, to slip him a pill. I then took great delight in implanting the previous story in his head.

Poor cunt, all he had ever done really, was to fuck a slut who was begging for it. It wasn't really his fault but hey,

I was becoming a total bastard.

It was after this event that I changed. I realised that it was one thing 'getting my rocks off' at other peoples expense, but it was quite another, to do it whilst inflicting the misery I had, on what were in truth, innocent people. 

For years I had had my wife-watching needs and desires. These had been largely satisfied by recent events. By watching Sara being fucked by the three guys in our house, and by the tramps in the toilet block, I had fulfilled the fantasy (and one of Sara's.) I kept indulging myself from time to time, by making her let local lads use her behind clubhouses, pubs and in alleyways. 

Over the years I had seen a massive amount of porn on the subject of wife watching. I realised that I got more turned on by the 'Amateur' and 'Homemade' type porn, rather than the obvious pro-made-pretend stuff. I got incredibly turned on by (and jealous of) videos of real events, with everyday, ordinary women who were into this. Sex in parks with multiple strangers, dogging etc, I was so jealous of the men that had a woman that was so open, liberated, horny and sexy, as to delight in being fucked in these circumstances.

I could command Sara to be like that, but I realised what I really needed, was for her to wantonly do it herself. I needed my fully conscious wife to need this like I did. I imagined her taking cock after cock, or reaching for cock after cock, to put in her mouth in a park somewhere. 

I needed my wife to be a wonton slut, not one manufactured by me.

How could I do this? I wondered. The only way I could see, was to give her a pill to control her, but only as far as taking new ideas on board. Just like the very beginning of all this, I started by giving her a pill and sitting down to talk to her. I ordered her to tell me the total and absolute truth, about anything I asked her. I proceeded to talk to her about the subject, to which she expressed a dislike for.

"I don't particularly object, to what those couples do, she said, that's their business, I just don't think it's for us that's all." 

After further prompting on the issue she said,

"I haven't had sex with anyone but you, since we married darling, (I nearly fucking choked.) And I can't see why I would want, or need to."

For quite a few consecutive days, I forced this controlled conversation upon her. I was impatient and wanted things to happen faster than they were doing. I would constantly suggest what a good and exciting thing this would be for her, and how much she would like it. I never ordered her to simply go for it, just controlled her mind to accept the idea as valid. I could then work on her, to accept AS HERSELF, that she actually wanted this to happen.

I went to see the man who supplied me with the pills. He instructed me on how to make a subject change their attitude, as opposed to following commands.

After every session with Sara, I forced her to forget my prompting, but to just remember her thoughts and feelings after the discussion.

Again I must cut a long story short and cut to the point where Sara had finally succumbed. She was very nervous about telling me, that she wanted to be more adventurous in our sex life.

"I know this may come as a bit of a shock to you Joe, she took a deep breath, but I think I would like to introduce other people into our sex life."

She stared at me waiting for the explosion. She had just told me she wanted to have sex with other men.

I was shell shocked!! 

I played the game of rejection and betrayal etc. After long heartfelt discussions, in which she told me that she still loved me and needed me, she said she was really turned on by the thought of 'dogging' and other things. She was desperate to give it a go. Although I had made her respond to suggestions, this was my wife, acting on her own impulse and acting under her own will.

That night in bed, knowing Sara would probably not deny me anything, I put her new found sexiness to the test. When all this started Sara would not swallow my cum, I had always had to 'control' her into doing it. 

"Well tonight we shall see," I thought.

Sara was 'clean' of the drug and totally herself. I fucked her harder and rougher than I can ever remember. When I was ready to cum, I simply pulled out of her and put pressure on the back of her head. The meaning obvious. I thought I detected a moment's hesitation, before Sara moved down, took my cock in her mouth and sucked me to orgasm. 

Sara swallowed the lot. Sara wanted to please me. Sara wanted me to let her have other men.

I wanted to test the water myself, so to speak. I needed to see her in uncontrolled action once, before we took the big plunge. I wanted to make sure I was ok with it, as making her do things was one thing, sitting back and watching her do things of her own accord, was another.

I already had a plan, which I had played out in my mind previously.

"OK Sara, because I love you, I am prepared to give this a try. Sara's heart jumped in her breast and I continued. Before we jump into this you have to prove yourself to me."

"I'll do anything Joe, just ask me babe," was just the reply I was expecting.

"Tomorrow you will dress as I ask, then make your way to the riverbank. You know the spot where I usually fish?"

"Sure Joe I know it," agreed Sara.

"Go there at 2.30pm and wait. Then whatever develops, you can behave as you please."

"What's the plan Joe?" asked Sara.

"Just go and play it by ear," I replied.

The following day Sara dressed in nothing but a light summer dress and sandals, I mean nothing. The only stipulation I gave, was that she played the role the way I wanted her to. 

In previous days and weeks, as I had fished occasionally on the bank, two boys passed me at 2.45 every day without fail. I assumed they were from the local college making their way home. If all went to plan, they would be late home today.

I was on the bank, hidden in very dense undergrowth, as Sara arrived. I watched her do everything I had asked, and saw her position herself as she heard the boys approach. Grabbing her ankle, she started to grimace and add the odd, ouch and ooh, for effect.

The two boys cleared the surrounding hedgerows and came upon a very attractive and trim, (if a bit on the old side) woman.

"Hey lady what's the matter? The one who turned out to be called Andy asked, Can we help you at all?"

"I think I have twisted my ankle on the banking, Sara winced, and it really hurts."

"What can we do to help Mrs? Asked his friend Matt."

Sara produced a square of cloth that she had taken just for the part.

"Maybe you could soak this in the cold water and apply it to my ankle," suggested my wife.

"Sure thing," said Andy taking the cloth from her and getting an eye full, of hard prominent nipples through her flimsy dress. He went to the water and doused the cloth, wringing it out slightly, as he returned from the river.

"Ok now let's see the leg," he said, silently hoping he might get to see up this woman's dress, maybe even see her panties (wouldn't that be cool.)

Sara left one foot on the floor with the knee raised. Whilst lifting her dress, so it was loosely draped over the knee, she stretched out the other. As Andy knelt at her feet, Sara allowed the raised knee to fall sideways slightly, which pulled the dress a little tighter and therefore raised it slightly.

She only allowed him a slight glimpse of her pussy, before she pulled the knee back in. His face was a fucking picture. He coloured a little and became a little less composed than he had been before. Each time Sara looked away from him, he shot urgent glances at Matt, nodding his head towards Sara's legs. He was hinting to come and look.

"Hey Matt, why don't you come down here and tell me what you think to the lady's ankle? He offered.

"My name is Sara," offered my wife. Why couldn't the stupid cow have thought of a false name?

As both boys knelt before her, Sara let her legs slide apart a little. She could tell it was far enough, by the look on their faces. 

I was captivated by who was going to make the first move, and how. The one stipulation I had made to Sara, was that she must play the role of being seduced. She was not to play the experienced older woman leading the boys on. Although she was a bit too old to play the coy, innocent virgin type, I wanted them to seduce her.

As Sara moved, so the boys kept moving slightly to be able to see Sara's pussy. They could see her tight black curls, split by her inner pink lips, which were beginning to flower open. A game of cat and mouse then ensued, the boys sitting by Sara and getting more and more touchy-feely. They were now telling her how pretty and attractive she was and flirting unashamedly. They were slowly getting suggestive and my wife was acting coy and responding with mock-shock, at what they were saying.

After a long game of innuendo tennis between them, Matt said,

"Why don't you be nice to us Sara? We won't tell anyone honest."

Playing coy to the end Sara said

"Well ok then, but only if you promise not to tell anyone."

Andy, shaking, leant forward and kissed her. Sara responded, wanting to savour the moment she put her fantasy into action. The boys had other ideas. They were young inexperienced and damn eager. Andy ran his hand straight up Sara's leg and without hesitation cupped her mound. He roughly felt her pubic hair and all too eagerly, started to spread her lips, searching for her hole.

Sara kept up the pretence by asking (for the last time) if it was ok, that they wouldn't tell anyone else. After being given urgent and pleading assurances she said.

"Ok then, but you will be nice to me, won't you?"

Matt took hold of Sara quite forcefully, under her armpit and hoisted her to her feet.

"Come on Sara, let's take the dress off," he seemingly half-asked and half-commanded her. 

Together, Andy and Matt took hold of the hem of Sara's light summer frock, and Sara made a small show of trying to hold it down, her hands holding it between her legs. The two boys each took an arm and Sara allowed them to lift her arms straight. She held her arms aloft as they lifted her dress.

Sara's gorgeous, tight black curls came into view, her pink labia just visible protruding slightly. The swell of her hips, her stomach with it's slight sexy paunch and her small uplifted pert breasts, their pink buds hard as rocks due to the open air (not to mention the situation.)

My wife made as to be shy. She held one arm across her breasts and put one hand between her legs. 

"Don't overplay the shy woman being seduced," I thought.

Together the boys pulled her arms away from her body, and took in the sight. They started to maul her body, showing inexperience and impatience. Her breasts and her already painfully hard nipples were pinched and pulled, causing Sara to wince. Andy bent down and sucked a pink uplifted nipple into his mouth. Matt took Andy's lead and he attacked her other breast.

Sara stood naked with two young boys sucking her nipples simultaneously. They both reached down and parted her curls and tried to finger her pussy at the same time.

My wife was getting very wet and excited, fingers gently pulling her wet, pink lips down and stretching them to their full length. She showed no more hesitation, as Matt pushed down on her shoulder and forced her down to her knees.

"Let me see those hard cocks of yours," Sara said seductively. She unzipped both boys and reached into two pairs of trousers, pulling out two very hard and very eager, young cocks.

Andy pushed his smooth, hard cock towards my wife's mouth. Sara closed her eyes sensually, as (what to her, was the first time ever) she took, the cock of another man into her hot, very willing, mouth. First the angry purple head slid into her mouth, then the hard rampant member, followed slowly, as far as it would go, before it nudged her throat. Sara let out a low moan of pleasure, and proceeded to run her lips up and down the length, sucking as she went.

Not to be outdone, Matt also pushed his cock towards her face. Sara took the cock from her mouth and replaced it with another. She alternated between them, licking, sucking and taking them as far down as she could, all the time, animal like sounds came from within.

Andy was the first to move. He pulled from Sara's mouth, dragging a string of saliva with him. Sara's eyes opened and she looked disappointed, at the young hard meat being taken from her. She didn't have to wait long to take it back again. Andy pushed her backwards onto the grassy bank, but he didn't need to do anymore forcing. Sara moved herself into position, she lay back and opened her legs, pulling her knees up and wide. I was about to witness my wife being fucked, in the time honoured missionary position. 

I could see directly between my wife's legs. Her neat bush already showed signs of being matted with wetness around her outer lips. The inner lips of her pussy had already flowered open unaided, she was drenched down there.

Kneeling between her legs, Andy put his rock hard cock against her sopping labia, he lie on top of her, squashing her breasts, put his arms around her shoulders and entered her. The low moan that escaped Sara's mouth was one of the horniest sounds I have ever heard. Sara arched her back up towards Andy, pushing her breasts at him and her head fell back. I watched his youthful and powerful cock sliding in and out of her, I was so hard it was painful. My wife's pussy lips sawed backwards and forwards with the thrusting cock, at an ever increasing pace, he was getting ready to cum.

With his face buried in her neck, Andy lunged into her one last time, and my wife felt the first load of semen, other than mine enter her. As Andy pulled out of Sara, he stared exactly where I was staring. Sara's pussy released a torrent of cum and ran down between her ass cheeks.

With zero patience or finesse, Matt moved Andy out of the way, as though Sara would disappear if he didn't grab his chance now. Sara had no intention of disappearing. She had felt herself approaching orgasm as Andy had fucked her, and she didn't want to let it subside. 

Matt quickly took Andy's place and my dirty slut of a wife groaned loudly, as his quite large cock entered her. The boys were inexperienced and Matt simply took off in the headlong charge to cum. That's all he could think of, not savouring this horny older woman, not watching his cock as it did her, just simply the burning desire, to ejaculate in her.

Luckily Sara was ahead of him in the race. As Matt quickened further still, she came. She felt the hard, powerful cock pounding her labia, her pussy entrance and stretching her vaginal walls and it sent her into raptures.

"Yes, yes, fuck me you bastard, she screamed. Give me that hard cock, fuck that pussy hard for me," I had never heard her talk like this before. She was frantic, her head thrashed from side to side and she screamed loudly as Matt rammed into her to the hilt and filled her with hot, potent semen. 

The two lay in each others arms panting like dogs. Matt eventually rose and extracted his cock from Sara's pussy, another rivulet of young hot semen ran from her. My wife laid on the bank, two young men who had just defiled her, looking down at her. They looked unsure what to do next, however Sara needed to get them away from there. 

She wanted rid of the boys, because the slut wanted me to come out of hiding and fuck her again. Which I duly did, after they had reluctantly left.

All the time I fucked the dirty little bitch, she was actually thanking me profusely, for letting her do this. She kept telling me what a wonderful husband I was to allow her this indulgence and to support her like I did!!

The following days and weeks, I took stock of how I had gone about things with Sara, and felt regretful. This was not really due to any remorse on my part, I was simply falling in love with my wife all over again. When I had watched that beautiful, sexy, innocent woman, making love to two young lads on that river bank, something clicked in my head. How much better to have an adventurous woman sharing sexual exploits, than to sit back and watch her, unknowingly, act them out for my horny gratification.




Controlling Sara Ch. 02



Even If I had used pills to change her attitude, now that I had, it was time to enjoy Sara and not some automaton.

Sara made it abundantly clear, that she was ready to escalate this, into a full blown dogging session.

I had already researched the whole dogging scene previously, but we sat down together and sussed the whole idea out as a couple. I would quietly sit back and marvel at her excited face, as we checked places, people, times etc, out on the internet. Sara was changing before my eyes, beaming like a child at Christmas, her eyes seemingly more alert, her features sharper, Sara was engrossed with the prospect. Her body was ever ready after a surfing session, she wanted me to use her as I pleased. 

She wanted to be used more and more, as we got deeper and deeper into the planning.

As before, I will cut out the long explanation of how we worked towards the momentous night. Suffice it to say one warm summers evening we took the next step.

As we were ready to leave the house, we stood facing each other. Sara looked fucking amazing, she only had on the 'uniform' we had for these occasions, but somehow TODAY WAS DIFFERENT. We both knew it and felt it, you could cut the tension with a knife. Dressed all in black, her hair teased into looking a little wild, braless nipples making sexy bumps in her lycra dress, stockings and suspenders and the high heeled shoes giving her a sexy posture, Sara swaggered up to me.

I took her into my arms and said,

"I love you sweetheart, and whatever happens tonight, don't ever forget that." 

We drove to the venue, (holding hands and constantly looking into each others eyes) and parked on the grass. We sat for a while, with the interior light on, then commenced to kiss. I cupped her breasts and pulled her Lycra skirt up around her thighs, revealing her sexy stocking tops in their clasps. It was then I noticed the man stood at the window.

There are various levels of participation in dogging, the man stood looking, wouldn't know whether we just wanted to be watched or not. So I said to my beautiful wife,

"It's show time, it's now or never." Before she could back out, Sara grabbed the door handle, opened the door and stepped out into another life.

"Hey sweetheart, you want to play? Pouted Sara, why don't you give me a hand with these?" She offered her breasts to him, the nipples rock hard and as big as I have ever seen them.

It was then everything became like a runaway train and events were simply taken from our hands. Men we had not seen, due to them lurking in the shadows, broke cover. They knew the signs, they knew they had a 'live one'.

As more and more men surrounded Sara, rather than being afraid or hesitant, it seemed to galvanise her. She had worn a Lycra dress, so it could easily be pulled both up and down and just bunched around her middle. 

However Sara suddenly decided she wanted to be naked amongst these men. She stood and slowly peeled the tight dress up and over her head. The feeling of freedom and excitement, with actually being naked with strange men, did the trick.

She stood for a moment, rather conceitedly allowing them all to take in her body, the hard nipples and the tight black curls of her beaver. She slowly turned round showing off her ass and her stocking clad legs.

I observed the assembled men. In my minds eye, I always sort of expected young, hard bodied, hard cocked, handsome men being here. As I looked around, I realised just how ordinary everyone was. All the men were unremarkable, plain looking guys, which Sara wouldn't normally look twice at. There were old men, fat men, bald men, ugly men, scruffy looking men. Some looked a little familiar to me, but one lad I actually recognised, as the spotty youth who gathered up the shopping trolleys at the supermarket.

As they all took out their hard dicks, I was amazed at the vast difference between them. There was long, short, thick, thin, large, small, circumcised and not. I noticed that a couple of heavily made guys, had short stubby little cocks, yet a couple of skinny, weedy looking men had very large cocks. One of these was the oldest looking man amongst them, who looked about 65ish, had a really wrinkled and gnarled dick.

After cast iron guarantees that no faces would be filmed, they all agreed to me recording the event, on my new video camera.

Sara had three men instantly around her. Without prompting, she sank to her knees and took hold of the first cock. It was only semi hard. She peeled the foreskin back revealing the purple head, which she drew into her mouth, sliding her lips down the shaft. The other two swiftly followed and my wife found herself alternately sucking three strange cocks, whilst being watched by eight other strangers.

My wife sucked and sucked on these cocks, until she felt hands around her ass. The unseen man was prising her legs apart and touching her wet labia.

He was going to fuck her.

Sara noticed him and other men fumbling with condoms. She then knocked me out, when she suddenly stopped what she was doing and stood. She addressed all the men present.

"Listen guys, she started, this is my first time doing this and I know we all have to be health conscious. I will be the same on later sessions, BUT for my first time ever, I want all your cum." I was dumbfounded as she continued, so please don't put on condoms, just for today, I want the experience of you all cumming in me. If you are unsure about doing that, you can cum in my mouth instead."

A ripple of conversation went round and all the men seemed to be impressed with her little announcement. 

The time for talking was over.

As my wife sucked three cocks, the man behind her had taken off the condom he was wearing. He opened her legs, (most willingly helped by her) and looked at his prize. My wife's pussy was soaking wet and already looked slightly puffy. It was wide open to him, and he put his cock head against her lips and entered her.

Sara groaned like an animal and almost came there and then. The guy fucking her pounded her pussy for a while and then, with a grunt that announced to all, that my wife was receiving her first load of cum inside her, he filled her with semen. I moved in closer, I wanted to get everything I could on tape. I zoomed in as he pulled out of Sara and got an awesome shot, of a river of cum running between her pussy lips.

There was a picnic bench nearby and we had a blanket in the car. I got the blanket and lay it on the table. Sara stood and walked through the admiring men, naked and with semen running down her leg. Someone lifted Sara and laid her on the table. This way men could queue for her cunt, whilst others could stick their cocks in her mouth, from the side.

My wife lay, legs spread wide, her vagina on full show and freely available to eleven men. One of the heavy set man took his place between her legs and slid his small, stubby cock easily into her pussy. While this was happening, a rather nondescript guy, about 55 fed his cock into my wife's mouth. When the heavy guy came in her, he moved away and the 55 guy took his place. This was to prove to be the usual procedure, one man fucking her, and the next in the queue, being kept hard by her hot willing mouth.

Sara's mouth was kept constantly busy. How she managed to keep sucking cock after cock I don't know. One guy who didn't want to risk fucking her cum filled cunt, came in her mouth. There was gallons of the stuff, as her head was turned to the side, it pooled in the inside of her cheek. Sara gathered it all, and was made to show all the waiting men, (not to mention the camera) the semen in her mouth, playing with it around her tongue, before swallowing it all.

The third man was to be lucky. As her fucked my wife with a rather large cock, she came. 

"Oh my God yes, she screamed. Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, aaaaaargh," Sara wailed, much to the satisfaction of the watching crowd, as I moved the camera from her face to her pussy rapidly.

After her orgasm, she seemed to visibly wilt, energy wise, yet there was still lots of fucking and sucking to do. The men came and went (no pun intended) one after the other. Some filling her slut mouth with cum and some pounding her whore cunt, until it was raw. The old man was next for her mouth, he fed her his wrinkled, old, but still big and hard cock.

It looked really slutty, sucking an old man, then having him fuck her. He took an age to cum and did so, grabbing her tits and tweaking her hard nipples.

I was amazed when I heard Sara.

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, use me like the whore I am, it was incredibly exciting, to listen to the words come from her mouth. Pull those tits, hurt me, make me yours, fill that pussy with hard cock." The words flowed so easily, my already hard cock seeming to find another inch.

The dialogue was cut short, by yet another cock being fed into her mouth. This time it was the youth from the supermarket. He looked a very quiet even timid lad, but when his turn came he treated my wife like a slut, whore piece of trash. He used her really forcefully, ramming his cock into her mouth and making her choke.

"Suck it you filthy whore," he growled.

When his turn between her legs came, he fucked her with so much force, he was pushing her up the table. He screwed Sara with a violence that was quite alarming. As I was beginning to think about intervening for her sake, Sara had a massive, shuddering orgasm. Everyone was spellbound watching the two of them banging each other like animals, the language and abuse that verbally passed between them, was shocking. When they came together, it was pure animal lust, frantic and violent.

They fucked her relentlessly, (I found out later, that some men made sure they had cum recently, so as to prolong the only fuck they could get, and not to be too quick, whilst performing in public) some guys pounding her pussy for an age. 

The old saying 'All good things must come to an end' was true. As the last of the strangers, emptied his balls deep into my wife's vagina, she had taken eight loads of semen into her battered pussy and had swallowed three more. She herself, had had two orgasms.

I took my position, slid into Sara and I hardly felt a thing. As I fucked her, cum squelched out between her red raw pussy lips and my cock. I came in minutes, Sara hardly noticing I was there.

The clean up was a messy affair, Sara could hardly stand with being spread eagle on the table for so long. It was not very refined either, she stood spread legged, letting a river of semen drip from her vagina, to splash onto the floor.

For a few days Sara was sore. Her nipples bruised and discoloured, from the treatment they had received. Her jaw ached, with being held open and sucking off so many men. Sara said even her pussy felt sore and made me leave her alone for a couple of days (not easy after what I had witnessed and had watched repeatedly on TV ever since.)

Several weeks later, we had engaged in three more dogging sessions. Each one very similar to the first. There was a hardcore of regular men, who were there every time and a few new faces each time. There was one incident which differed from the others. On our third session, there was a total of fifteen men present. This was the largest number yet, word had spread. Amongst them was a salesman for medical equipment. He had a speculum in his sample box and brought it out. The men then had the idea, to fuck Sara through it, an idea, my thrill seeking wife, enthusiastically agreed to.

Sara was positioned on her back, with only her shoulders touching the ground. The small of her back and ass, were placed on his sample case, which was covered by the blanket. This left my wife with her pussy pointing skywards, and her tits falling towards her face. The salesman took the speculum, then, dipping his finger into her and using lubrication from Sara's pussy, he smeared the device.

He opened her up, giving all present (and to my camera, for all time) the wonderful view of her wide open vagina, her wet pink walls, all the way down to her cervix. It was wonderful, men seeing your wife's pussy was one thing, but the truly personal nature of being able to see, as far as the most intimate depths of her cervix, stunned me with it's intensity.

They fucked her relentlessly like this, through the speculum. Sara came twice, begging for cock and pleading for more and more cum. As each man emptied himself into the slut, he would withdraw and let me close in with the camera, to look into her cunt. It was like looking down a well that was slowly filling up. It was one of the horniest sights I have ever seen. A mass of semen pooled over her cervix, slowly seeping through into her uterus, it was massively personal and intimate. Her cavernous pussy filled, by stranger after stranger after stranger cumming in her.

Those who still didn't want to enter her without a condom, knelt with legs either side of her head, fucked her mouth and then at the moment of climax, jumped up, held their cocks in the mouth of the speculum, and came into her gaping hole. This meant that for the first time ever, every man present, had shot their cum into the slut's cunt.

When they were done, the guy slowly removed the speculum. As her walls collapsed inwards, her vaginal capacity quickly decreased, it pushed the semen to her entrance and a quantity ran from her. Some ran down her ass and some ran from her sodden, swollen pink lips, over her engorged clitoris, to soak into her dark pubic curls. When Sara stood it was an amazing sight. The cum of twelve men, ran from her gaping labia, in one long flood.

Could things ever be better?

I thought that everything was perfect, until one day I called in unexpectedly at home for my lunch. Sara was in the kitchen, looking flustered as I entered. I went upstairs to get something from the bedroom and noticed the bed was a mess. Thinking Sara to be a lazy bitch, I pulled over the sheets in readiness to make the bed, when I was stopped in my tracks. There in the middle of the bed, was a fresh new wet patch. It was unmistakable, there was a pool of cum in my bed. 

I was devastated. I made my way slowly downstairs, to confront Sara.

"Hell, the bitch will only lie to me," I thought. So I made her a coffee and put in a pill. We had a very quiet, subdued lunch, she seemed nervous. After the allotted time, I took her into the room and sat her down.

"Listen Sara, I began. You will now tell me everything I ask, you will hold nothing back. You will tell me the absolute truth, with no hesitation."

Sara nodded in agreement, and under the influence of my drug she told me.

"When we had those dogging sessions, without you knowing I gave my number to one of the men. We met one day and had sex, and we have continued to do so." she informed me.

If I thought I was pissed then, what she told me when she carried on, blew my world apart.

"Paul was his name and he told other men from the group that I was available. Since then, I have been having sex with those men on a daily basis. I don't know how they do it, they must have some sort of rota. On occasions I would sometimes have two a day, I would have a man round in the morning, then bathe and freshen up for my afternoon visitor. On a couple of occasions, I even had three. You know Sean the supermarket lad? Well he works shifts and I have met him a couple of times in the evening. He likes to take me out, like I'm his girlfriend, but we always end up somewhere secluded. He thinks I am a dirty slut and he fucks me accordingly. He treats me, uses me and abuses me the same way."

This was unreal, I sat with my head in my hands as Sara continued.

"So, many of the men we have encountered dogging, now come round here and fuck me while you are at work. This has been going on for weeks now, this morning it was Eric the old man's turn. That's his cum and my pussy juice in our bed. I really like the way the old man uses me, it turns me on." Her honesty, although it was forced upon her by the drug, was like a knife.

"Just how many times have you been fucked in our bed Sara?" My wife thought about it a while obviously counting.

"It has been going on for eight weeks, and during that time I have been fucked every workday at least once," she said totally emotionless.

"All that cum, in MY fucking bed," I thought aloud.

Sara was now recounting events like she was reading a checklist.

"At first the men used to come and have sex with me. We would make love and do all the things you would expect. Then yes, there was so much cum in the bed. I used to wash sheets daily and put them back on before you came home."

Her matter of fact tone, due to being under the influence, was disturbing. She carried on. 

"But just lately though, I had started to notice men avoided licking my pussy, and making love to me, they just came to use me. I realised this was happening, when one day, I was laid on my back, with my legs open, waiting. A fat, hairy man, I had never seen before in my life, was fumbling to get a condom on his small cock. I told him he didn't need to bother with it, but he said,"

"Sorry lady, but I ain't going in that (pointing between my legs) without some protection." What an insult, to have a man talk about your wife like that, but all was about to be revealed as to why, when my wife continued.

"Many now wear condoms, due to my reputation as a whore and a slut and refuse to go in me bareback." These words were actually coming from the mouth of my once, beautiful, sexy, prim and proper wife. Yet worse was to come.

"Do you remember the week I told you I had thrush and wouldn't let you near me? I nodded in recognition, I also had a bruise on my face, remember? Again I nodded. Well, remember the man we nicknamed 'The Accountant' because of his aging, weedy look, his thinning hair and glasses?"

"Yes I remember him," I nervously agreed.

"Well he gave me the bruise."

"What! I shouted, I'll kill the puny little fucker."

"Well you see Joe, he probably had good reason, you see, I gave him gonorrhoea."

She carried on as though she had just read the weather forecast.

"So then, a lot of them just used my ass. I didn't want them to, but I was afraid to say no. Anyway I have relaxed 'back there' enough now, I can take them without discomfort."

What had I turned my wife into? 

"I have enjoyed that amount of men, coming here and fucking me. However, I have two favourites, I like being hammered by Sean and abused like a whore, but Eric the old man just gratifies himself with me. For some perverse reason, I am turned on by lying, open legged, for an old man, to crawl between my legs and use me. It's like he owns me and he knows it."

"Jesus Sara, have you heard yourself? I asked amazed, do you know what you are saying?"

Sara took my hand and spoke to me, like I was a schoolboy that didn't understand something,

"Listen Joe, it's alright. I want them to use me, I want to be their slut, don't you understand? The thought that a 65 year old man can walk in here, when you aren't here, and just take me, turns me on. There is no permission asked, there are no considerations for my mood or feelings, he simply helps himself to my pussy. I just meekly submit, and I love it." I could tell she meant every word, as she continued.

"At first I wanted the sex, I wanted to be made love to, by loads of different men. Now I realise, that I take greater pleasure from being nothing but an object, in a total sub lifestyle." I was simply struck dumb, this was unreal, she went on,

"They are using me, but I am also using them. I as a person, my mind, my personality, my character, are all totally unimportant, detached and irrelevant. At these times, I don't exist as a person. I actually WANT them to come here and consider me as nothing, but a wet piece of flesh to wank their cocks into. I have even had guys come here, simply point to the bedroom. I meekly drop what I am doing, climb the stairs taking my clothes off. I lay on the bed, I am used like a blow-up doll, I take their semen wherever they chose to put it and they leave. All without a single word passing between us. Joe, it's not the sex that turns me on, it's the depravity that I have sunk to."




Controlling Sara Ch. 02



For some strange reason, I found what Sara was saying, somehow better to take than before. I would rather, her be enjoying a life as a slut, than having a meaningful relationship behind my back. She said that she had met men at first and made love, this hurt me badly, the thought of personal feelings and emotion being involved, was real betrayal. I didn't want her falling for some guy. However, even that relief was short lived.

"Eric takes a long time to cum, at his age, so the time spent fucking me and the size of his cock stretching me, has me screaming for more. I cum every single time I am fucked by him. There is nothing I won't do for Eric, he is my special lover. Unlike the others, I know when he is due to fuck me. I dress for him, always in stockings and suspenders and high heels. Sometimes he wants the 'classy' look, sometimes I make myself up, like a caricature of a cheap prostitute. Unlike the others, I kiss him and he still cums inside me, he isn't bothered by my reputation, he knows I am his, to use as he pleases. When we are done, I always lick and suck his cock clean, I always kiss his cock and thank him for fucking me."

I was getting my just deserts. The drug had opened Sara completely and I was now hearing things, I really didn't want to hear. 

"To be honest Joe, I find you a little inadequate now, was the hand grenade she threw at me next. Your cock is a bit small compared to Eric and your skill in fucking me is sadly lacking," she said matter-of-factly.

I was beginning to bristle indignantly, the verbal bombardment was unrelenting.

"I have begged Eric to set me up in my own apartment, where I am totally at his disposal, she said. I told him he could send his friends round, or anyone he might owe a favour to. I even offered myself, to be whored out by him, and said he could keep all the money, to pay for my keep." 

There is only so much a man, even an apparently useless one like me, can take. 

I thought to myself that this conversation had gone far enough. The old bastard, had used my slut wife's, ever willing pussy, for the last time. She belongs to me. I thought I would get to work, erasing events from whoever I needed to and try rescue something from the enormous mess, which I had made for myself.

Sara would need to be 'controlled' to stop her antics. The cock crazed slut that she had become, was of her own volition. Left as herself, she would not entertain turning her back, on not just the physical sex, but what was the real sexual excitement for her, the humiliation and degradation, that she now wallowed in. 

I had a major problem. What the hell had I turned my wife into? I could easily solve the Sara problem, by making her forget everything and return to being a prim and proper wife. However that didn't help me, I would never be able to erase the memory and knowledge of what had happened. For the rest of my days, I would have to live with what I had seen, and more importantly, what Sara was telling me now.

Always knowing the truth, of what she thought of me and what she really craved.

I had a decision to make, do I regress her and turn her back into my beautiful wife as she once was. 

Or, as the bedroom still has the same false wall and two-way mirror, do I take up residence there and jack-off, whilst watching her steady, moral descent?



Controlling Sara



The three men all seemed to settle back for a break, Sara took the time to clean the mess from herself, my wife who had only swallowed my spunk once up until recently, had taken three copious amounts in quick succession from three strangers. She went to the bathroom and mopped herself with a flannel. While she was in there the man sat around on the bed and a chair talking about my darling wife like she was a cheap slut, and talking about what they was going to do to her. So that's why they took the Viagra, they wanted to get one shot out of the way, and let the pill guarantee they were ready for the main course.

For the next hour Sara tended to them like a waitress, she went back and forward from the lounge and kitchen dressed only in her stockings and suspenders, heels and a silk robe she had put on. But hung open, getting drinks etc.

I could see that the men were starting to get ready for more; Gary grabbed Sara and kissed her long and deeply, his hand finding her crotch and stimulating her. He led her to the bed and commanded her to get on her hands and knees. She shuffled to a position I had already coached her to be, to give me maximum visibility. 

It was then that all those years of fantasising and yearning were fulfilled. I watched in awe as Sara (face buried down into the bed, legs spread wide and her gorgeous pussy open for all the world to see) took the cock of another man. 

I was so close I could've slapped her on the ass, as I watched his cock head part the folds of my wife's pussy, and saw his entire length slowly disappear into her. Each time his cock pulled out of her it was glistening with her juices, she was sopping wet. He fucked her for what seemed an eternity, you could tell the pleasure has was getting by the look on his face.

He finally came in her

Another first for me (and Sara) as another man pumped his semen deep into her private depths. 

Ricky made a joke about "next batter up" and moved in for the kill. He pulled Sara down the bed, turning her over at the same time. He perched her ass on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. I quickly moved my position to one at the bottom of the bed, and could see past Ricky's hips to her pussy. I just got there in time to see the river of cum leave her cunt lips and run down her ass cheeks. What a sight, everything they did to her was a first for us and another man's cum running out of her was just the same exciting novelty.

He levelled his massive (well to me and Sara it was, maybe not to more experienced people out there) cock with her opening and entered her. I think out of all the new sights I saw that night, this was the ultimate. Believe me there is nothing in the world like watching a big cock in your wife, her pussy lips stretched around his cock forming a perfect O the lips were pushed in with every stroke and her clitoris dragged down slightly each time he entered her' With every outward stroke her labia grabbed his cock and was stretched and pulled out along his length.

It was while being impaled on this monster Sara came again. when Gary ate her pussy Sara had had a clitoral orgasm, now with Ricky's cock reaching deep within her and "bottoming out" she had a body wracking vaginal orgasm. Sara got very vocal at this point, something she wasn't usually like. "Oh my god, yes, oh don't stop" fuck me" then a piercing scream left her as the orgasm broke. The look of triumph on Ricky's face said it all; here was a married bit of ass screaming for his cock.

Ricky pumped her for all he was worth and soon grunted and came in her pussy, Sara looked 'out of it' by now and was simply a rag doll being used. Her tits bounced and bucked wildly with the pounding she took and then lay motionless as his cock pulled out of her with what I would swear was a 'plop' 

Steve had been watching intently, he joined her on the bed and had to grab her arm to rouse her, "It aint over yet lady" he said as he lifted her to her feet. He replaced her on the bed and told her to get on top of him. She started to climb on him "No the other way, reverse cowgirl if you know what that is stupid bitch" The aggression in his voice indicated to me he was highly charged and turned on.

I watched as she straddled him "put it in yourself" he ordered. My wife reached between her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance; she lowered herself onto him and leant forward to steady herself with her hands on his thighs.

Steve just laid back and watched as Sara raised and lowered herself repeatedly on his cock. He had the perfect view of the bitch fucking herself with his rod. This seemed to go on a long time and Sara was obviously tiring.

My view of this was amazing. I was stood at the bottom of the bed, behind my mirror and I was looking my wife (only four feet away) straight in the eyes as she stared forward and watched herself in the mirror. Her hair was now matted to her head, she was flushed and sweaty. She was working as hard as she could, her breasts bouncing madly as she raised herself tirelessly.

This was when I came. Of all the sights that I had seen, that could send me over the edge as I stroked my cock, this was the one. I was trying my best to not come, as I wanted to empty it all into her later, and had managed to keep control whilst watching her suck the cocks of these men, and watch her taken by them. Yet it was the view of my wife's face, hot, flushed and matted with hair as she was fucked, and looking her straight in the eyes as it happened, that was too much for me. My cum shot out all over the mirror (it was as though I was aiming it at her) and ran down in a river.

Steve started to groan and announced to all that he was coming, as he reached his climax, he grabbed Sara by the hips and pulled her backwards, causing her to sit completely on his cock, burying it to the very hilt. As she was impaled like this he shot his hot spunk (what seemed to her to be) into her very womb.

Sara lay exhausted while the three men dressed. They had spent themselves into her twice each and had no further use of her. As they went to leave Gary pulled her off the bed onto her knees, where she was made to kiss each cock goodbye and say thank you for what they had done to her (cheeky bastards).

Later when I knew they had gone, I made my way to the bedroom. Sara had gone to sleep already, amongst all the wet semen stains covering the bed, her stockings, panties, shoes etc strewn on the floor. I left her to rest until morning.

When she woke up all hell broke loose, I have not been thinking and didn't instruct her to forget what had happened before she slept. So now, awake and not 'under the influence' which had worn off overnight, she had woken to the full reality of what she had done (she still had no idea I was controlling her, she thought her actions was purely her own)

I had to endure Sara crying and begging me to forgive her, she thought I must have come home and realised what she had been up to, with the sight of her stockings, panties, shoes etc strewn over the bedroom and the bed (not to mention her) covered in cum.

In the period between this and me making her a 'special' cup of tea which I could then clear her memory, was not pleasant. My pretty little wife was beside herself with guilt, remorse and so much unhappiness, that it made me feel a total bastard. 

I resolved never to put her through this again, but, after she had drunk her tea and I ordered her to completely forget everything that had happened, she calmed down and we were normal again I started to think "well maybe just once more......."

When I started to relate this story to you I told you there was two issues, one that relate to me which I have just finished, and one which relates to Sara which I shall now tell you about.

After the time I watched Sara have the three men, we settled down to a steady married couple sex life. There were times I had Sara 'put-out' so I could see her in action, which I enjoyed. (Such as the time we went to a family wedding, and at the 'night do' I made her take a young boy round the back of the club that the function was held at. A young boy who couldn't believe his luck when he found himself with the attractive 50 year old woman against the wall, with dress round her waist, black stockings and suspenders on show, panties around one ankle, as he fucked her) 

The second experience that came about from my control of Sara started when we were at home. One night we sat around having a drink of wine, being loving and close. I had given Sara a pill with the view to a 'dirty fuck' later.

We started to discuss sex and more to the point fantasies. We were discussing the difference between a fantasy as most people saw them and what was really a wish list. A wish list being something that people called a fantasy, but was really something that given chance they would actually do (sleeping with movie/music/celebrity stars etc, whereas a real fantasy was something deep down and extreme, that you wouldn't let actually happen in a million years. 

We went on to talk about how fantasies were harmless, because however extreme they may be they was personal property, held in an individuals mind, controlled by that individual and which nobody else could interfere.

In this mode I told Sara to tell me the utmost 100% truth without hesitation, to any question I asked her. I started by asking her questions about who she 'fancied' (to which I got a bit of a shock and no small pang of jealousy at the answer, not just to who but how many guys there was out there she liked)

I asked her about us and our sex life, which she said was ok, she loved me and there was no problem, but...... I was a bit uninventive and one dimensional in bed!! Cheeky bitch, if only she knew!

It was as this point I ordered her to talk to me about fantasies, not wish lists, but fantasies.

My wife told me a few gentle little thoughts she had had, but the real deep down and dirty (never to be a reality) fantasy was one which apparently many women had, was that of rape.

Sara explained that she had read many stories in magazines which got her thinking on the subject, but it was stories on websites such as Literotica, that really got her going in purely a fantasy way.

Under my orders to tell me the total truth, she told me that the theme she had fantasized about (and masturbated to in my odd absence) came from one of these themes. She said the scenario whereby a woman found herself in an alley with tramps or hobos or in a disused warehouse on a filthy old mattress with a few down-and-outs turned her on. We talked some more about things like this, then I fucked her and we went to sleep.

In my job as a contractor/builder I travelled around the local area and neighbouring towns extensively. It took five weeks of searching for the perfect place to put my next plan into action.

Sara's admission about her fantasy had eaten away at me a little and had got under my skin. I found myself thinking about the scenario all the time. I had made a major decision, 

She was going to enact it.

I surveyed the dilapidated toilet block that was between a small disused industrial area and a park. At first I didn't hold out much hope as it seemed deserted, but I did notice an old brazier around the back, and a subsequent reconnaissance trip at night showed it was frequented by down-and-outs at night.

It took me a couple of daytime visits to get things as I wanted. There was a low-slung false ceiling (about eight feet from the ground) which contained ducting. The cover of which was a louvered, galvanized tin. I had to remove a panel by standing on the bowl of the end stall and raised myself up into the ceiling space. When I was happy that it would take my weight and that I would have an unrestricted view down into the area below, I jumped down and replaced the panel taking care to 'dirty' the screw heads so it didn't look like they had recently been removed.

To cut a long story short about all the preparation I had to do, the night in question finally came around.

I had to again decide how to send Sara into this, was it as some unthinking person, or do I send her in fully aware of who she was, what was happening and thinking, reacting and behaving in a natural manner to anything that might happen. I decided this was the way to enjoy it most.

I was nervous on all counts, for Sara, for myself (could I handle this once it started?) and what if these guys just simply didn't attack her and acted normally?

I drove Sara and myself to the far edge of the park, and after making sure she had taken her pill and giving her specific instructions, I left her. I made my way to the toilet block and took up my position very quietly as I could hear the tramps talking really clearly.

Right on cue Sara arrived, she looked fucking stunning. She hurried past the hobos and into the toilet as though she was desperate for a pee. The men looked at each other amazed and slowly followed her in.

"Well hello cutie" said the guy who looked to be the leader, "what are you doing here girlie" "This isn't the area a lady like you wants to find herself at night, you never know what might happen" they all laughed at this. The atmosphere suddenly took on a sinister tone, and I knew this was going to happen.

There were four tramps in total, the leader approached Sara, and in a menacing tone said "Lady, you shouldn't have abused our territory, and before you go you are going to pay the toll". 

Sara froze, I had told her to reluctantly give in to these men and try to bear whatever they may do (I didn't want her screaming and fighting and getting herself badly hurt) but her face was still one of a terrified victim.

The leader said "Stay still and don't fight me or you will get seriously hurt" he pulled down the zip of her dress, pulled it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

This is where all the planning took effect. In my efforts to try create a scenario of massive contrasts I had taken care to prepare her how I wanted her to look. Sara stood in front of the men in white stockings and suspenders. Her underwear was white silk French knickers, and a white silk camisole. Her braless nipples showed clearly under the camisole. The contrast between her filthy surroundings, her attackers, and the 'classy lady' was profound, and when dirty hands stated to paw at her clean, sexy freshness, it had an awesome effect. Hands pulled up her camisole to bare her breasts to their gaze, and when her silk French knickers were dropped to the floor it bared her smooth pussy. I had also decided to shave Sara's pubic mound and made her have it waxed it to achieve that total smoothness. Sara also smelled like a dream finishing off the 'presentation'. She looked very inch the perfumed, classy, feminine lady at the mercy of 'rough types'.

Hands now pawed at her clothing, dirty calloused hands grabbing her tits through the silk material of her camisole, grimy fingers forcing themselves into the legs of her French knickers and searching for her pussy.

Sara stood motionless, simply (doing as she had been told) letting them paw at her whilst she cringed and tried to remain aloof and detached. Her camisole was the first to go, my wife submissively raising her arms to allow the lingerie to be pulled over her head. Mouths were on her breasts almost instantly, not subtly but loudly, sucking and slurping at her rigid nipples.

"Let's get this show on the road" said the leader who was called Tom; he pushed the others away and stood in front of Sara. Without saying another word, he placed his fingers in her waistband and pulled her panties down in one quick motion.

The reaction was amazing, this 'posh bird' stood in front of them all with a smooth, totally clean cunt. They went crazy, whooping and hollering at her, calling her 'slut' type names and abusing her verbally about what this bitch was going to get.

Tom who was obviously the alpha male grabbed her tits and started aggressively sucking them. Not just the nipples, but all over, by the time he was done there was marks all over her breasts. "Get on your knees Duchess" he commanded and leant down on her shoulders forcing her downwards. "Get it out yourself" he hissed at her, and I looked on in amazement as my wife reached into his filthy clothes and came back out with a big, hard, throbbing cock.

I thought Sara would probably need forcing to do each part of what they wanted, but without Tom having to menace her in anyway; my wife took the head of his cock into her mouth. Tom looked to me to be about nine inches in length and quite thick, Sara seemed to grimace a little as it went into her mouth, but gamely persevered. She could only get the head and another inch or so between her lips before she was full.

She sucked his cock game fully until he said "enough, I ain't wasting myself in your mouth Mrs, I want pussy. Tom dragged her to her feet and I could see her stockings were now filthy and a little torn from kneeling on dirty broken tiles, intensifying the contrast I hope to achieve.

Sara was turned to face the sinks on the wall, in front of her was a sink top reaching along the wall, a grimy mirror, and a metal bar running along the bottom of the mirror. She was bent over between two sinks, with her forearms on the shelf that the sinks fit into. Tom called for a belt and a tramp called George took some twine that was holding his coat together and handed it to him. Tom tied her wrists together and the tied the twine to the metal bar. I don't know why he felt the need to tie her up, she wasn't going anywhere with three other guys between her and the door, but I'm glad he did it just made the whole scene so much better.

The scene that hit me will stay with me forever; Sara still had her panties round each ankle. Tied like this, bent forward with her pussy on show for all to see, they forced her legs apart. Imagine that, it was a classic glamour model pose, legs open, panties stretched to the limit round her ankles and her shapely legs clad in white stocking and high heels. Truly fucking awesome.

Tom dropped his trousers, he moved behind Sara, who instinctively, slightly closed one leg enough for the panties to free themselves from one ankle, allowing Tom to open her legs fully. (It's crazy how without being aware of her actions, she was actually aiding her rapist)

Tom took his hard cock and lined it up with Sara's pussy, hesitating slightly, to afford himself the view, and then pushed into her. He buried himself fully in one motion, a groan escaping from both him and Sara. From directly above I could see her pussy stretched, and her labia on either side of his cock moving in and out with his cock. He fucked her quite slowly for a while then with ever decreasing short breaths, he quickened.

"Oh fuck yeah" was all he said as he came inside the classy lady

Tom withdrew and large amounts of cum flowed out of Sara seconds later, I could tell she was trying to compose herself and handle what was happening to her. She had no time for this, there was to be no respite. 

George stepped up, his cock not quite as big as Tom's but still a good size and thickness. He entered my wife easily, and in no time was pumping away a little more aggressively than Tom. He slapped her ass a few times (not to hurt her too much, more to turn himself on I think) George called my wife a few choice names (stuck up bitch, little high and mighty whore etc) and kept telling her what he was doing to her asking if she liked his dirty cock in her posh perfumed cunt.

He followed Tom in emptying the contents of his sack into Sara's pussy, pulled out and knelt down behind her. The dirty bastard just wanted to watch close up, the spunk oozing out of her body. He gazed (and so did I, I tell you) at the long stringy line of cum that nearly reached from her pussy to the floor before it broke off.




Controlling Sara



It was as Mick took his place that I realised, that to me this planned rape was now for real. By that I mean it was now out of my hands. Whatever Sara or I tried to do it would be impossible at this point to stop, whatever they did to her was up to them. The fantasy scenario I had created was going to play out with me as a mere spectator (which was what I probably always wanted secretly)

Sara must have somehow made herself comfortable?? In the position she was in, as a third man took up position, she remained still and didn't seem to be registering the assault much anymore. 

Or so I thought, Sara must have been blocking out physically what was happening to her, but as Mich pumped her with his cock she came. I assume it was simply the amount of cock ramming her cunt that could be no longer ignored. I thought Sara would try to hide the fact she was having an orgasm from these disgusting men, however she orgasmed in a perfectly natural way. Her breathing quickened and shortened, and she let out a long aaaaarrgh and shuddered.

"Her pussy is milking me" laughed Mick and sped up, pounding her to his own orgasm, shooting wad after wad of pent up spunk deep into my wife's depths.

My cock was as hard as rock and my heart was beating so fast I thought I would have a heart attack. I was determined not to waste my first cum that belonged in Sara when all this was over. 

As Ray moved in on Sara, he dropped his dirty torn trousers to the floor. I was disappointed, because I was so turned on by my wife taking all this big cock; I just wanted it to carry on. However Ray only had a smallish cock (about 6 in I would guess and not overly thick)

He entered his victim and pumped his cock in a few times, when it was slick he withdrew and put the head of his prick against Sara's little puckered anus.

"No no no no fucking no" I screamed in my head. I had held plans for when I would make love to my wife and take her virgin ass for myself. It was at the top of my wish list now, and I stared in disbelief as my beautiful wife's anal virginity was about to be taken by a "scruffy, dirty, oldish, ugly fucking bastard" I was beside myself in horror. Her virginity would be his for ever, and no matter how many times we made love anally later her once in a lifetime cherry would belong to this bastard.

I could do nothing.

He pried open her little bud slightly and pushed his head against her opening. He was wet and slick from her pussy and after a brief hesitation, her cherry had gone. The head popped past the opening and was inside her. I expected his to ram her mercilessly, but I was surprised when he took his time. He kept stopping and letting her get used to hic cock invading her. He would pull back and inch or so, then push forward a little, taking care not to hurt her and having consideration for her.

"This bastard was making love to my wife, instead of just fucking her" screamed in my head, this was not what I expected, I was happy to see her fucked senseless, but to have to witness gentility and sensitiveness between her and one of these filthy hobos, as her took her and she gently moaned I couldn't handle.

Mick ejaculated into Sara, he stayed coupled with her for a while then gently withdrew. 

He then kissed her on her ass cheeks.

It was over (I hoped) after a while coming round they left Sara hand tied to the rail, and went back to their brazier. I could hear them laughing and passing round a bottle. "Jesus, they mean to come back and screw her all over again" I thought. 

This couldn't happen, for one Sara looked exhausted and 'out of it' while I knew that mentally there was no way I could handle anymore. I quietly removed the panel and slipped down into the empty stall. I left the stall and approached my wife; I untied her hands and helped her to stand upright. 

Sara looked at me incredulously, "What are you doing here?" she said "I've just been raped by those horrible men out there" I quickly ordered her to not concern herself how I was there, and to just think I had happened by and come to her rescue.

I told her to be as quiet as she could, "Take of your shoes, and gather your clothes" I commanded, then quietly led Sara out of the toilet block. Luckily then men was on one side of the building and my van was parked at the other. 

We descended the hill and through the trees. Sara was clutching her underwear and dress against her breasts, her whole body dirty and her stockings filthy and torn. When we reached my van Sara started to dress, it was only then I noticed that for a few days I would have a humiliating reminder of tonight, her breasts were covered in love bites (or hickies) that Tom has caused when he had roughly sucked on her tits.

We got in the vehicle and I drove off Sara sat silently; I could see the torment and anguish in her face and eyes. I couldn't handle this so in seconds I had her believing that her condition was due to a wild sex romp we had had up on the hills. 

Sara instantly relaxed and snuggled against me "You must have enjoyed yourself tonight darling, I am absolutely full of your cum" she said. I could not resist pulling over, taking her knickers off, and in no time adding a full load of jizz into her dripping pussy, to mix with the rest to make a cum cocktail in her pussy.

The ending to this story is one of mixed blessings. Sara has had sex with several men, all of which she has no recollection. She once even stood in the supermarket totally oblivious to the fact, that the guy standing next to her had fucked her. She is unaware of any change whatsoever.

However those of you reading this story, that don't like what I have done to her, have a little revenge on me.

I can't take a pill and make myself erase all my memories; I have to live with them. After the adventure with the old tramps I realised I had gone a little too far. It was sexually explosive and exciting at the time, but the cold light of day has left me a little jealous and depressed at the memory (if the down-and-outs hadn't gone for a rest and a drink outside, what else would we have had to endure?)

So a few months on now, the love bites etc have gone (I haven't altered the bedroom back yet as you never say never do you?) I have learned not to think too much about past happenings and their impact on ones mental state. I have reigned in my adventures with Sara as far as extreme experiments with sex goes. I now content myself with making my 50 year old wife go out on occasions and pick up single young men (the younger the better as long as they are legal) in pubs and clubs. I watch from the shadows as they fuck her against the wall round the back of the pubs, always dress round the waist, stockings and suspenders on show, in her high heels. 

It's not such a bad life is it?