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Subject: {ASSM} Sam Falls Even Further From Grace (M+F, Reluc, semi-Rape)
Date: Sat,  9 Nov 2002 21:10:03 -0500
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It is rare for me to revisit a cast of characters, generally once a
story is completed I move on to the next. However, in this case there
has been such a demand for a follow on story that I felt compelled to
attempt it. I'm afraid it is a little long and starts very slow.

Scorpio00155
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Sam Falls Even Further From Grace
By Scorpio00155 (c)

It had been two months since my wife Sam's fall from grace with the
man Steve in a night club.  That night had been one of shock, guilt
and inexplicable excitement for both of us. In certain ways it had
improved our relationship in that Sam had promised to surrender
herself to my carnal desires no matter what they may be or where I may
wish to enact them. Yet in other ways a certain strain had crept into
our marriage following that night, a strain that did not diminish with
the passage of time. To a degree we tried to put the whole incident
out of our minds, but it was hard for me to forget what I had
witnessed and I believe it was equally as hard for Sam to simply
forget how she had let herself be used by Steve.

For myself I still found it hard to believe how aroused I had become
while watching another man fuck my wife. Try as I might I could not
get the vision of his cock moving in her pussy out of my mind, nor, if
I am being honest, how easily she had given in to him. Like many other
men I had read the stories about men getting their wives to have sex
with other men, however, I had never really lent such tales any
credence. I brooded quietly for weeks about my part in what had
happened as I tried to come to terms with the perverted pleasure
watching Sam with another man had given me. In ten years of marriage I
had never felt tempted to stray and, to my knowledge, neither had Sam,
now I found myself torn between anger and disgust at what had happened
and temptation to place Sam in a similar situation. In the stories the
men let their wives move on to (or pushed them into) greater excesses,
but despite Sam having promised to let another man play with her or
even fuck her if I said she should, I could not bring myself to try
such a thing.

A large part of my hesitation to put Sam into such a position again
was fear, the fear of perhaps losing her to another or her leaving me
because I placed such demands on her. Again, in stories, the men
seemed to revel in seeing their wives with other men and there rarely
seemed to be any adverse outcome, however, I dreaded what may happen
to our relationship. Perversely I also became aroused when my thoughts
strayed in this direction. Sam had tried to ease my conscience by
telling me it was natural for a man to be excited to see his woman
used by another man, only I had real doubts about this; not just about
my arousal but about Sam. There was deep down inside me this nagging
kernel of doubt that Sam actually wanted to be with other men because
I did not satisfy her in some way. Perhaps my doubts and fears may
have been laid to rest if I had discussed them with my wife, but after
the first week we stopped talking about what had happened and I was
too uncertain about my feelings to bring the subject up again.

So two months had passed, two months of great sex, but a growing
tension between my wife and myself.  Silly?  Perhaps, but that was the
situation and I seemed unable to move forward with the situation.
However, Sam sensed what was affecting me and our relationship and
came to a decision of her own.

"Dan," Sam said softly as we sat relaxing in the living room one
evening, "we need to talk about what happened with Steve. I know it's
been worrying you and it's coming between us."

My first instinct was to deny that there was anything wrong, but as
fast as that thought came I realised that the only person I'd be
fooling was myself. Looking at Sam I tried to sort my fragmented
thoughts and fears into some sort of order, instead I found myself
blurting them out in no particular order at all.  While I spoke my
wife listened with growing sadness on her face, a look that became
pained when I voiced my concerns about not satisfying her.
Breathlessly I wound down after a few minutes, somehow I felt better
for letting loose the stream of my thoughts, but I also worried about
how she would react.

"Why didn't you tell me all this before?" Sam sighed after a long
moment of tense silence. "Dan, I made you a promise that night and I
mean to keep it if you hold me to it, but I did not make that promise
for any other reason than to show you how much you meant to me. 
Darling, I don't want another man, you more than satisfy me and if you
don't want me to make good on that promise that is more than alright
by me."

"Really?" I asked quietly, then sighed, "I've been a fool haven't I."

"We both have." She smiled reassuringly. "I should not have let you
brood on it for so long, but I think I was as afraid as you about the
whole thing."

"Afraid?" I blurted.

"Yes," she replied, "afraid. Afraid you would leave me because of what
happened. Afraid that you would shut me out, and you have been
shutting me out Dan, even when we have sex you seem distant and I was
scared by that."

"Sam, despite everything," I said lowering my eyes to the floor, "I
still get turned on at the idea of ... you know ..."

"Me with other men?" she finished for me.

"Yes." I sighed. "I think about it and your promise and sometimes,
well sometimes I want you to do it. When I have those thoughts I get
to feeling that there's something wrong with me."

"I think I understand," she answered softly, "and there's nothing
wrong with you Dan. I sometimes wonder how it would feel if you did
take me up on that promise and I admit that it does give me a tingle
of excitement. Dan it's no different to watching a porn video and we
both get turned on by that."

"Of course it's different," I said in surprise and doubt, "it's not
some porn queen on a T.V. screen I'm watching, it's you, my wife."

"And the porn queen is someone else's wife or girlfriend." Sam
replied. "Dan, we have to move past this.  Either we try to forget it
ever happened and I don't think either of us can do that; or we face
up to it and decide whether we will try never to do such a thing
again; or we add it as something in our sex life. I will go with
whatever you decide."

And so the ball was back in my court and I was torn between guilt and
fear and arousal. It had come as a major surprise to discover myself
getting turned on as we had talked, but I could not deny the sensation
of my cock slowly growing harder. Looking at Sam I wondered if I could
take seeing her being touched by another man again, at the same time I
admitted that I desired to see such a thing happening.  I remembered
Sam's promise of that night 'Dan, I'd do it for you, I'd even let
others fuck me if it was what you wanted', I remembered telling her
that I didn't want to see her fucking another man, just being played
with. Now I wondered if I had meant what I'd said, seeing my wife
being played with by a stranger had been exciting, but later, as the
memories kept coming back I realise that it had been seeing another
man's cock pumping in her pussy that gave me the biggest turn-on. Had
my angry and violent reaction of that night really been because of the
guy's actions or because of my own guilt at how they'd made me feel?

Sam remained quiet while my thoughts boiled within my brain, but her
eyes were focused on me as though reading those very thoughts. Being
brutally honest with myself for the first time since that night I
finally admitted to myself that the idea of seeing Sam being fucked
was what excited me the most. It disgusted me to discover this
perverted side of myself, but I could no longer deny it or deny that I
wanted to make it happen. Strangely I felt much of the tension that
had been building in me since that night ease as I made that admission
to myself. Looking at Sam I drew a deep breath and smiled gently at
her.

"Sam," I said slowly, "I've learnt something about myself that I'm not
too happy to have discovered, but I can't deny it any longer. It did
turn me on seeing you being played with, but I now realise that it
excited me even more seeing Steve fuck you."

"And you want to see me fucked again?" she asked in a low voice.

"I don't honestly know." I sighed. "Sam, I could say that I only want
to try someone playing with your body, but I'm honestly not sure that
I would step in to stop things if they went too far, a part of me
seems to want you to be fucked by another man. All I can say is that I
feel that I want to try watching again, I want to see another man
handling your body."

"Dan," Sam smiled at me, "I'll do whatever you want of me, I love you
that much. If you really think you want to try this what say we take
things as they come, if you step in and stop whoever it is from
fucking me then that's okay, but if you don't step in and let them
fuck me then that's fine too."

"You really mean that?" I asked in surprise. "You're not just agreeing
to make me happy or something?"

"Yes, I mean it," she laughed, "and I am agreeing to it to make you
happy too. One thing though Dan, how easy do you want me to be?"

"Easy?" I asked not catching on to her meaning.

"Easy," she smiled, "as in do I just give in without a struggle or do
I make them work for everything they get."

"I think it would be more exciting to see them having to work for what
they get." I laughed as the penny finally dropped.

"So when do we do this?" she asked.

"How about this weekend?" I replied.

"That's two days away," she commented, "but I guess if we are going to
try this the sooner we do it the easier it may be."

We spent the rest of that evening just talking, voicing our doubts, 
fears and excitement of the past couple of months. At the same time we
made tentative plans for what was to come, for myself I felt uncertain
and eager in equal measure as we talked about where to go and how we
would arrange events. It was a sensation that stayed with me through
the next two days, I know my mind wasn't fully on my work and I was
thankful that those two days were relatively quiet in the office. Then
Friday evening was upon us.

When I got home Friday evening Sam was in the bath and my stomach did
a flip-flop at the thought that she was getting ready to go out and be
seduced because I had asked her to. At the same time my cock grew hard
within the confines of my clothes for the very same reason. Entering
the bathroom I gazed longingly and lovingly at my wife as she lay part
submerged in the warm, bubbly water. As I admired her body I could not
fail to notice that her nipples were already hard in arousal, and I
felt a moment of doubt at seeing how turned on she already was by what
we had planned for that night.

"I'll be out in a minute." Sam's warm voice cut across my thoughts.

"Okay love." I responded lamely while retreating to the bedroom.

Sam had already laid out her clothes for the evening on the bed, I was
not surprised to see the wrap-over dress, that thing was designed to
be seduced in. I was surprised to see that she had not put out a bra
and the panties she was going to wear were so minuscule as to be
almost non-existent. Beside the panties was a pair of self grip
stockings and a pair of four inch high heels stood by the side of the
bed. My conscience pricked me even as my cock grew harder.

"All yours." Sam's voice sounding from the bedroom doorway made me
jump.

"Uh, thanks." I muttered.

As I lay in a warm bath a few minutes later with my cock waving above
the water's surface I wondered if I could go through with this. Yet
the excitement rising in me, let alone the sight of my already rigid
cock told me that I could, at least for now. Then I wondered how Sam
felt about what was about to happen, her hard nipples spoke of her
arousal, but did she also have the same doubts and nervousness that I
had? Should I give her the chance to back out of this? I was still
pondering this when I got out of the bath and started drying myself
off.

The bedroom was empty when I got there and Sam's clothes were gone.
Dressing in trousers and shirt I decided that I would have to give Sam
the chance to back out of what we had planned for the night. Having
reached that decision I felt a lot easier and after a quick brush of
my hair and a dash of cologne I headed downstairs to join my wife. She
was in the kitchen sipping at a glass of wine when I got downstairs
and I stopped in the doorway to look at her, one look at her and my
excitement surged to a new level. My resolve of mere moments
previously to give her the chance to back out went out the window as I
stared at her.

The dress she wore shimmered and slid with every move she made, the
mere knowledge that all that held it closed was a silken belt did
nothing to ease my excitement. Looking down I saw her shapely stocking
clad legs, the dress was already slipping open as she sat on a stool
with her ankles crossed. Letting my eyes rise up her body I smiled at
the sight of her nipples pushing at the material of the dress; my eyes
reached her face to see that she had used very little make-up, just
enough to show, but not enough to look garish. Her head turned and our
eyes met, her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement and I knew
that even had I voiced my earlier resolve her response would have been
in the negative. Almost as a side thought I noted that her shoulder
length brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and I wondered if this
was to ensure that it would not block my view in any way. The
excitement in her eyes had given me another moment of doubt, but my
own excitement pushed this aside.

"Want one?" she asked waving her glass gently and smiling.

"Better not," I smiled back, "I'm driving don't forget."

"Well I guess it's time then." She said.

Draining her glass Sam slid off the stool, straightened her dress and
came to where I stood in the doorway.

"Unless you are having second thoughts that is." She said looking up
at my face.

"I was when I came down, but now...no." I grinned down at her. "You?"

"No, but I do feel nervous." She admitted.

Leaning down I kissed her, straightening I teasingly ran my hands over
her boobs.  She looked down at my hands then up at my face and
laughed. As we left the house a few moments later I knew that no
matter how the night went I would feel guilt about it later, but for
now I was almost eager to put my wife in the hands of another.

We had chosen a club about ten miles from where we lived, though we
had been there before we were by no means regulars and we would be
unlikely to bump into anyone we may know.  The drive there was made in
a sort of excitingly nervous silence, from time to time my eyes would
drift down to her legs as I drove. True to form the dress had slipped
wide open as she had entered the car and I could see her flimsy
panties, the gusset already appeared to be a little damp. It didn't
take long to reach the club, but it took almost as long as the trip to
find a place to park. Still, within thirty minutes of leaving home we
were stepping through the doorway into the dimly lit, loud atmosphere
of the place.

For a moment we stood near the entrance just letting ourselves get
adjusted to the noise and the lower light level. Although well filled
the place certainly wasn't packed, which surprised me for eight thirty
on a Friday evening. I was even more surprised to see that almost half
of the tables were empty, but this worked in our favour as I spotted a
free table in a corner of the room that had a number of points it
could been seen from without any problem at all. Of course if whoever
eventually picked her up wasn't as daring as Steve there would be
nothing to see anyway. Thinking about her being picked up made me
realise it was time for us to separate, looking at my wife I gave a
nervous smile, nodded to the table in the corner and made my way to
the bar. As I sat sipping at a beer a few minutes later my wife
appeared at the other end of the bar, I watched her order a drink
which she took to the table I had pointed out to her. Easing my way
around the bar I settled myself onto a stool that gave an even better
view of the table and my wife. I had to suppress a grin as I saw that
I would have no trouble seeing what went on above and below the table.

Thirty minutes later I began to wonder if there would be anything to
see at all. I had nursed my beer like a miser while watching both the
club and the table at which my wife was sitting, no-one had even
seemed to look her way and the club seemed to be emptying rather than
filling as the time passed. Sam was looking around the club, her glass
all but empty and I was sure she too was wondering if we were wasting
our evening. Then a man appeared at the bar beside me, leaning over he
asked the barman what the woman at the corner table was drinking. Lord
knows how the barman remembered, but he did and told the man, my ears
pricked up when the man ordered a large vodka and tonic to be sent to
her table. Out of the corner of my eye I watched the drink being taken
to Sam, she spoke to the barman who nodded to the man beside me. The
man saw Sam looking his way, nodded, raised his own glass and smiled,
Sam smiled back and raised the glass that had been brought to her.
With that response the man left the bar and went over to Sam's table,
he spoke to her and she gave a reply; the man sat at the table with
her and they struck up a conversation.

Waving the barman over I ordered another drink while keeping an eye on
the table. As I sipped my beer Sam and the man got up to dance, since
the music was racy I was not expecting anything to happen yet so I let
my eyes sort of drift around the place. When a couple of other men
came to the bar I gave them a quick glance then let my attention
wander back to the dance floor. Sam and her companion were jumping
around to the music along with about a dozen other couples, both of
them seemed to be having fun.

"Think he'll score?" One of the recent arrivals at the bar commented
to his companion.

"Bloody hope so," the other replied, "she's a right cracker."

"A bit on the small side though." The first one observed.

"They're all the same size lying down." The second man laughed.

Out of the corner of my eye I looked at the pair then followed their
gaze out to the dance floor, the comment about size and the direction
of their gaze confirmed that it was my wife they were talking about.
The hairs at the back of my neck prickled as it dawned on me that all
three men were together and that the man with Sam was the 'pick-up'
guy. Based on their conversation they were expecting their friend to
seduce the woman he was with then share her with them. Something like
this happening had never occurred to either of us, now I was faced
with the decision of bringing things to a halt or risk Sam being
gang-banged. Even as I had these thoughts I became aware that my cock
was uncomfortably hard, surprised by this I wriggled surreptitiously
on the bar stool to ease my cock into a more comfortable position.
Turning my attention back to the dance floor I saw Sam and the man
returning to the table laughing and talking like old friends. Glancing
to my side I noted the two men watching my wife and their friend
intently. My stomach was in knots of nervous excitement as I tried to
decide whether to 'rescue' Sam or to wait and see what happened.

Over the next hour I watched Sam and her companion drinking, chatting
and dancing to the racy music. At one point I had to go out to the
toilet, when I got back Sam and the man were sat at the table again
with fresh drinks in their hands. Luckily my stool was still free and
I sat back at the bar with relief, then I looked around the club and
noted that there were even fewer people around. Puzzled by this I
waved the barman over.

"Could I have another beer please." I said. "It's quiet tonight."

"Yeah," he responded while pulling my beer, "there's a concert of some
sort on tonight, most of them are either there or heading there."

He handed me my frothing glass then turned to the two men beside me,
they ordered drinks then asked about a back room. Part of my mind
noted that the music had changed to a slow tempo, but my attention was
focussed on the conversation beside me. From what I could hear of it
the three men were well known regulars at the club and seemingly very
friendly with the barman. Their conversation was low voiced so it was
hard to hear it all without making it obvious that I was listening,
but one thing became clear, there was a room these guys used quite
often somewhere in the rear of the club. The thought that Sam may be
whisked away to this room where I could neither watch or protect her
worried me; I was all set to get up and put a stop to the events
unrolling when I felt a touch at my elbow. Glancing round I saw one of
the men grinning at me.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, I guess." I responded feeling flustered.

"You here alone?" he asked after ordering the drinks.

"I was supposed to meet someone," I lied, "but they didn't turn up."

"So I guess you're at a loose end then." He said. "By the way, the
name's Alan and my friend here is John."

"I'm Dan." I answered. "And yes, I am at a loose end especially as
there's almost no-one here tonight."

Looking towards the dance floor I saw Sam dancing close to her
companion, he clearly wasn't used to dancing with such a short woman,
nevertheless his hands were doing the stroking thing on her back. Even
as I watched he let his hands slide further down her back and although
he had to bend over a little they finally came to rest on her
buttocks. Sam leant back and made some comment to him to which he
laughed and gave a squeeze at her backside. She laughed then snuggled
back to his chest, as she did so her companion looked over to the bar
and grinned at his two companions.

"Fancy some of that?" Alan asked with a laugh.

"Pardon?" I replied with puzzlement.

"Fancy that little dish with our friend over there." He expanded.

"Well I wouldn't say no." I replied grinning while butterflies bounced
around in my stomach.

"Well just keep your eye on those two." John leant over and laughed.

I had every intention of keeping my eye on 'those two', but as the
conversation drifted into general lewd jokes and chat I wondered what
Alan had meant by his question. The implication in his words seemed to
be that once their friend had seduced the woman she would be available
to all, but I just couldn't believe that could happen. Half listening
to the pair beside me I watched as the man played with Sam's buttocks
on the almost deserted dance floor. A few tracks later he bent his
knees and kissed Sam full on the lips, and not a gentle peck, it was a
full blown french kiss that my wife did not pull away from. They sort
of stood there swaying and kissing for a few minutes before coming up
for air. I saw Sam laugh and make a comment, the man laughed and
replied then took her hand and led her back to the table.

There were fresh drinks already at the table and as they sat down side
by side I glanced under the table to see her dress slide off her legs.
Raising my eyes I saw them sipping at their drinks, between sips they
were laughing and joking; soon the glasses were empty and Sam seemed
to suggest they get back to dancing. Her companion responded with a
shake of his head and what looked like 'I can think of something
better'. My wife gave him a puzzled look as he leant over, then he was
kissing her. Keeping half an eye on what was happening at the table I
ordered a round of drinks for myself and the two men.

"Not long now." John laughed quietly.

"With luck she won't be easy." Alan grinned.

"Why with luck?" I asked confused by his comment.

"It's more fun when they have to be sort of persuaded." Alan answered
with a huge grin.

Looking back to the table I saw the man was still kissing Sam, one of
his hands was on her shoulder as she leant back in her chair. Moments
later his hand began to move downwards, my cock throbbed as I watched
his hand slide down over her dress to come to rest on one of her tits.
As he began to gently squeeze her small but firm flesh through her
dress Sam reached up and took hold of his wrist, parting their lips
she said something to the man, though she did not push his hand away.
Clearly he decided that her not pushing his hand away was a signal
that she 'wanted it', but did not want to appear too easy. Grinning at
her he gave her boob a squeeze then leant back in to kiss her and
though Sam's hand still gripped his wrist she neither pushed him away
or pulled back from the kiss.

His two companions made some comments at this, but I wasn't really
paying too much attention to them. Fascinated I watched the man
playing with Sam's tit, his fingers squeezed her flesh firmly through
her dress, his palm rolling and pressing down over her excited nipple.
Then I saw Sam stiffen, glancing down I saw the man's other hand
sliding up her leg, this was no slow stroking rise, his hand brushed
up the inside of her stockinged leg until it came to a stop on her
panties. Sam's legs closed around his hand and looking up I saw her
straining against the man's hand, mouth and body, obviously she was
attempting to push him off but with little success. Looking back under
the table I saw his wrist pulling up then pushing down against the
pressure of her closed thighs as though rubbing at her pussy.

"You watch Dan," Alan said digging me in the ribs, "it won't be long
before her legs open again."

Above the table Sam was still pushing against her companion, though
her strength was no match for his and gradually her pushes seemed to
become weaker. Below the table her thighs were still tightly clasped
around his hand, yet his wrist was still moving and making his hand
rub on her pussy. Then I heard a 'yes' from John as Sam's thighs eased
their pressure just a little giving their friend more room to move.
Nor was he slow in taking advantage of this, his wrist rose and fell
faster while I noted his tendons flexing which made it clear that he
was now able to move his fingers on her as well. My heart pounded as I
watched the man's hand rubbing at her panties and gradually Sam's legs
began to open. Looking up I suppressed a gasp, the man's other hand
was inside the top of Sam's dress, her protesting hand had fallen away
to her side, the material was moving to the motions of his hand on her
naked boob.

"Hey Glen," Alan commented to the barman, "better go get the room
opened up."

"Blow that," the barman replied, "it's dead tonight, I'll just shut
the place up."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the barman leave the bar, but my
attention was drawn back to what was happening to my wife below the
table. Her companion was now sliding his hand up and down her pussy
over her tiny panties, with each movement Sam's legs would open a
fraction wider. Although she still struggled against him her
resistance was little more than token and the man obviously sensed
this. His hand slid off her pussy onto one of her thighs and with a
gentle pressure he pulled her leg wide, as though connected her other
leg moved open. Then his hand was back at her pussy, the material of
her panties was pulled tight over her mound and the outline of her
pussy lips could be seen pressing at the clearly damp material. I
looked up to see the man parting their lips, his face moved round to
her ear and he spoke to Sam. She turned her face to his and made some
sort of weak reply, but he just nodded to her and I saw Sam tense, I
looked down in time to see her raising her bottom from the seat. In
the space of a heartbeat the man had pulled her panties from under her
onto her thighs, moments later he had pushed her panties down her legs
to her ankles.

I was momentarily distracted by the barman crossing my cone of vision,
but I refocused on the table in time to see the man's hand sliding
back onto my wife's pussy. As his fingers started to probe at her
clearly wet hole Sam's hand came up to weakly grasp at his wrist as
though to stop him. I glanced up as he parted their lips again, his
eyes looking deep into hers as though showing her that she was not in
control; glancing down I saw his hand moving forward despite Sam's
grip on his wrist. Two of his fingers pressed between her puffy lips
then moved on to sink slowly into her pussy, Sam pushed at his wrist
one last time then released her grip. With an almost triumphant thrust
his fingers plunged all the way into her pussy and Sam's body shivered
with obvious excitement. His thumb stretched up to her clit as his
fingers began to move in and out of her pussy in a steady rhythm that
drove her to a climax within minutes.

As she jerked and shuddered on his probing fingers I sensed more than
saw movement out of the corner of my eye. When I looked that way I saw
the barman returning to the bar, behind him the rest of the club was
empty. Surprised I looked back to table where Sam's companion was
still finger fucking her, his other hands still playing with her boobs
inside her dress while his lips were firmly locked to hers. Sam was no
longer pushing at him, instead her arms were around him drawing the
man tighter to her as he teased her body towards another orgasm. At
that moment his hand came out of the top of her dress, I watched as it
slid down to her waist then tugged at the flimsy material that held it
closed. Sam must have felt him tugging the belt open, but she made no
protest, his hands pushed the material open to reveal her naked body
and still Sam made no protest. For all she knew the club was still
full of people yet as her body was revealed her only action was to
press tighter to the man.

"Here we go." The barman commented.

"Yeah." Alan added eagerly.

Although I heard their words my full attention was on what was
happening to my wife. Having opened her dress wide the man had moved
his hand to his shirt and while the fingers of his other hand plunged
and writhed in Sam's pussy he opened his shirt. He almost had to force
her arms away to get his shirt off, but once he'd managed that he
pulled her arms back around his now naked upper body. If Sam noticed
that his shirt was gone she showed no sign of it, her hands rubbed
across his bare back almost frantically. Next he pushed his shoes off
using his feet, at the same time his hand was busy at the fastening of
his trousers. He raised up a little and somehow managed to push his
trousers and underpants down his thighs while still finger fucking
Sam. With a couple of kicks he got the garments off, almost as an
aside I noticed that Sam had freed her feet from her panties. His hand
moved up to take hold of one of her wrists, with a slow deliberate
motion he drew her hand down over his now naked body to his cock. Her
hand closed around his erection without any hesitation, slowly her
hand moved up and down on him, wanking him as he fingered her.

Minutes later Sam climaxed again, her hand moving in sharp jerks on
the man's cock as she trembled to the force of her pleasure. Still
fingering Sam the man parted their lips, his hand went to the back of
her head and pressed down. This time Sam hesitated, but his moving
fingers were driving her back up the peak of pleasure and as though
her last resistance had crumbled she lowered her head to his lap. I
watched with bated breath as her mouth closed around the man's cock,
slowly she slid her lips down his shaft until his cock pressed to the
back of her throat then started to rise again. His hand remained at
the back of her head pushing her down and pulling her back by her
ponytail as though guiding her in the speed he wanted. In a few brief
seconds my wife was sucking at him at the pace that seemed to please
him most and he released his hold on her hair to lean back in his
chair. His fingers never left her pussy, but his face told a story of
triumph and sheer pleasure.

He leant back savouring the feel of my wife's mouth on his hard flesh
for a few minutes then took hold of her ponytail again. I thought that
this signalled that he was about to climax, but I was wrong, as Sam's
mouth slide down on his pole he pushed down on her head. Sam gagged
then squealed as the man forced her head down beyond the point she had
been stopping, forcing his cock part way into her throat. He held her
against her struggles for a while then let her rise up his cock, I
thought Sam would stop at this point, but instead she reached the cap
of his cock then surrendered to the pressure of his hand pushing her
down on him again. Once again she gagged as his cock pushed part way
into her throat, but this time there was no squeal, it was as though
Sam was going to let him use her as he wished. He let her rise again,
at the same time his fingers moved faster in her pussy and on her
clit, I could see her body trembling into another climax as he pushed
her head down again. This time Sam barely gagged as his meat pushed
into her throat and this time her companion did not stop pushing down
until her lips were pressed into his pubic hairs. Holding her still he
savoured the feel of his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth while
she shook in a sudden orgasm. He waited for her orgasm to subside a
little then moved her head up only to push her back down when her lips
were half way up his shaft.

"Fan ... fucking ... tastic!" Alan laughed loudly.

I gulped with excitement as the man with Sam released his hold on her
hair, leant back and enjoyed her motions without guidance from him. As
for Sam she was sliding her mouth up and down on his erection, making
it sink all the way into her throat before pulling back almost to the
cap only to push down on it again. Her movements became faster and
firmer as I stared in excited disbelief and I was sure that the man
intended coming deep in her throat. That was not his intention,
however, taking hold of her ponytail again he almost pulled her off
his cock then none too gently pushed her up to her feet. He rose to
tower over her, his hands pushing her dress from her shoulders then
turned her to face away from him before pushing her down onto the
table. Sam seemed to move as though in a dream as he pressed her down
onto the hard wooden surface, in the position they were in I could see
her entire right profile. It didn't need her gasp of pleasure to know
he was pushing his cock into her pussy, I could clearly see it
happening, just as I could see Sam pushing her lower body back to
accept his entry.

"That's it," Alan crowed, "Geoff's done it again. We'd better get
ready guys."

In amazement I half watched the three other men strip off their
clothing while watching their friend Geoff fucking my wife with hard
thrusts that were driving her crazy with ecstasy. It wasn't until I
was naked myself that I realised that I had even moved a finger, but
as I stood staring at Sam being fucked my dream like state faded.
Looking at the now naked Alan, John and Glen I wondered how they would
react if I tried to stop things, looking back at Sam there was no
mistaking the pleasure she was receiving. I looked at the three
waiting men again and this time I couldn't hold back a gasp when I saw
the sheer size of Glen's cock.

"I get to feeling inadequate whenever I see that fucking beast of
Glen's." Alan commented. "Good job he's into cum sucking and sloppy
lasts, that thing would ruin it for the rest of us otherwise."

The three of them laughed at this while I just stared at this pole
sticking out of the barman's body. Glen's cock was much longer than my
meagre eight inches, but it wasn't just the length that was stunning,
the girth was massive. Sam's cries of pleasure came to me as I had the
thought that there was no way that she could take that monster prick.
My eyes were drawn back to the action at the table, Sam had her back
arched with Geoff pulling her back towards him by her ponytail, her
voice was raised in a wail of ecstasy while Geoff held himself thrust
deep inside her. The clenching of Geoff's buttocks made it clear that
he was filling my wife with his sperm, a shiver ran through me as I
watched them climax together as I knew that once Geoff was done with
her his friends would take over. Even as I had that thought Geoff
released his hold on Sam's ponytail, and as she flopped down onto the
table trembling and gasping as he pulled his cock from her.

I had expected the men to leap on Sam once their friend was done, but
instead they moved to the table and stood watching as Sam recovered.
It slowly dawned on me that they were waiting for her to realise what
was coming, they had no intention of fucking her while she was on a
high, they wanted her to know that she was about to become the
plaything of all five men in the room. They wanted her to know it and
I suspected they wanted her to try and resist it happening. Sam looked
like a porcelain doll as she lay there gasping for breath, gradually
her breathing eased and some of the orgasmic flush faded from her
skin. Her eyes opened and she looked around her, her eyes went wide
when she saw the bodies surrounding her, her eyes flicked from cock to
cock not even noting faces.

With a gasping croak Sam tried to get off the table, whether to escape
or whether to get at those cocks I don't know, but she had barely
moved when Alan, John and Glen took hold of her and lifted her bodily
off the table to lower her onto the cheaply carpeted floor. Alan
placed himself at her head, his cock pointing down at her face as he
leant forward over her, Sam tried to turn her head away, but John took
hold of her chin and pushed her head back. Laughing Alan pressed his
cap to her lips and as my wife gave a mewling cry of 'no' pushed his
cock past her lips into her mouth.

"Get in there mate." He grinned at me and pointed at her pussy.

Sam was struggling under the men, but between them Glen and John held
her pinned to the floor, nearby Geoff stood watching while he smoked a
cigarette. Moving between my wife's thrashing legs I pressed my cock
to her pussy while Alan forced more of his cock into her mouth, then I
was in her and I felt the strangeness of another man's juices
squelching around my cock as I sank it into her to the hilt. Making
sounds of protest around the flesh in her mouth Sam continued to try
and resist what was happening, but she was unable to escape or stop
herself being taken. Despite my feeling of shock at what was happening
I found myself fucking Sam with hard thrusts thus making myself an
active participant in her rape, for rape is what it technically was
now. At her head Alan sighed, looking up I saw my wife's lips pressed
to his groin, he had his entire length buried in her mouth and throat.
The sight of this thrilled me and I thrust harder and faster, and to
my dismay Sam's struggles grew weaker as the minutes passed until at
last she began to groan not in protest but in pleasure.

At this sign of her surrender Alan pulled his cock part way out of her
mouth, beneath me Sam started to move in time to my thrusts and as I
watched she pushed her head up to swallow Alan's cock back into her
throat. Alan let her move on him a few times then started moving
himself, fucking her mouth just as I was fucking her pussy. Between us
Sam began to make muffled squealing sounds of pleasure while her
petite body thrust and jerked in time to our movements. Before long
her movements became uncontrolled as an orgasm ripped through her, her
mouth sucked at Alan's cock so hard her cheeks puckered inwards while
her pussy clenched around my cock like a vice. I heard Alan curse then
groan a mere second before I felt the burning rush of my own climax,
raising my head I groaned in ecstasy as I filled her depths. Vaguely I
noted Alan pushing down tight on her face as his juices pumped
straight into her throat.

Moving away from Sam I rose to my feet then flopped down breathlessly
onto the bench seat at the table where it had all started. As I
recovered the barman, Glen, and John moved in on Sam who had calmed a
little from her orgasmic high. John moved between her wide spread legs
and looked down at my wife with his cock just touching the entrance to
her pussy, he waited for her to look at him, for her to realise that
yet another man was about to take her before plunging his cock into
her to the hilt in one hard thrust. At her head Glen was pressing his
huge erection down to her lips and as Sam's mouth opened in a gasp
when John thrust into her Glen pressed the cap of his cock to her
mouth. Disbelievingly I watched him force the cap into her mouth, her
lips stretching so much that I thought they would split. Even more
disbelievingly I watched Sam pushing her head up to try to take more
of his meat in her mouth.

"She'll never take it." I gasped out when Sam began to gurgle as
Glen's cock pushed at her throat.

"Want to bet?" Geoff grinned at me.

Sam began to make strange, harsh sucking sounds through her nose and I
stared as her throat actually began to swell as Glen's cock slowly
sank into it. What made the whole scene seem unreal was that Sam had
reached up with both hands to grasp his shaft and was actually trying
to pull him down to her while pushing her head up at the same time.
Inch by massive inch that mammoth cock sank into my wife's diminutive
throat making her whole neck bulge out showing us all Glen's progress.
Geoff, Alan and John all gave a cheer when Sam's lips finally pressed
into Glen's pubic hairs while I stared open mouthed at the sight of my
wife having taken the man's immensity. Throughout all this John had
kept his cock buried motionless deep in her pussy, but now he started
to fuck her like a madman while Glen began a rocking motion that moved
his cock deep in Sam's throat. Gradually Glen's movements became
longer until he was fucking her mouth and throat firmly. As for Sam
she was snorting through her nose and making muffled mewling sounds
while her small body jerked and writhed in orgasmic bliss between the
two men. It was a sight that would be burnt into my memory for the
rest of my days.

Not unexpectedly it was John that climaxed first, his whole body
tensed as he pushed deep into her making the juices already within her
pussy ooze out round his shaft. Breathing heavily he pulled away from
Sam and Geoff immediately took his place, thrusting his cock into
Sam's pussy he thrust into her so hard that her whole body shook with
each contact of their groins. Glen seemed tireless as he fucked my
wife's mouth, her hands had moved around his body to clasp his thighs
and each time he pushed down she would pull him towards her. My cock
had grown hard and was quivering in anticipation as I watched my wife
being used and when Geoff finally grunted then pushed tight to Sam I
knew that I would soon be fucking her sopping pussy.

Geoff pulled out of Sam, his exit from her pussy accompanied by an
oozing flow of sperm, then Alan took his place. Once again Sam's pussy
was subjected to a pounding while Glen just thrust on and on as though
he would never stop. When Alan finally shot his load deep in Sam's
pussy John took his place and then it was my turn. As I pushed my iron
hard cock into her I could feel the slithery sensation of all the male
juices that had filled her oozing and squelching around my cock. It
was a warm, slimy feeling that only added to my excitement as I fucked
my wife hard while watching that mammoth cock moving in her throat.
Despite everything I could do to delay my climax the sight of my
wife's throat bulging and relaxing in time to Glen's movements was
just too exciting for me to hold out for long. Groaning loudly I
thrust into her feeling sperm ooze out between our bodies as I added
my own load to her swimming pussy. As I came I heard Glen cursing and
groaning, peering at him through the haze of my bliss I saw him
pressing down on Sam's face, his whole lower body covering her as he
tensed and quivered. Sam's throat was making desperate swallowing
motions as the man's juices seemed to flow and flow into her depths,
yet despite that when Glen lifted a little I could see whiteness
trickling past her lips.

Moving away from Sam I knelt on the carpet gasping for breath, I
watched as Glen slowly pulled his cock from my wife's mouth in a
seemingly endless rod of flesh. Glen stood up and walked around Sam's
quivering body while she took about a dozen long, trembling breaths
that might have oxygenated her blood but did little to calm her
arousal. Then Glen was kneeling between her legs, I thought that he
was going to fuck her pussy and marvelled at his stamina, but that was
not his intention at all. With an anticipatory lick of his lips the
man leant forward and planted his mouth over Sam's oozing hole, sticky
white juices had slithered from her pussy, down the crack of her arse
and were actually pooling on the carpet beneath her and Glen was now
lapping at these juices. At the first lap of his tongue on her flesh
Sam gave a squeal and shot to yet another climax, her body bucked and
writhed so much that Glen had to grasp her thighs tightly to maintain
his position at her pussy. Sickened and fascinated I watched the man
licking and sucking the combined juices of four men from my wife's
pussy, all the while she squealed and mewled in ecstasy with her head
thrashing from side to side.

For over ten minutes Glen sucked the sperm out of Sam's pussy, as the
time passed her cries and thrashing grew weaker. When Glen eventually
rose licking his lips in satisfaction Sam lay there in a trembling
heap. Laughing and joking the four men lit cigarettes and I knew that
Sam's ordeal of bliss was not over just yet, of all of us Glen had yet
to fuck her. As I stood watching my wife slowly regaining her senses
my cock swelled back towards erection and when I glanced at the others
I saw they too were getting hard again. With a soft groan Sam leant up
and looked at us, Geoff grinned at her, put his cigarette out then
leant over her.

"On your hands and knees girl." He spoke commandingly to Sam.

Weakly Sam struggled to her hands and knees then looked over her
shoulder at Geoff. He grinned at us then looked back at her, moving
behind her he thrust his cock into Sam's pussy which made her give a
low groan of pleasure. Alan nudged me and I moved to her head as
though in a dream, I had barely stopped moving when Sam leant forward
to suck at my cock, I don't even think she knew who's cock it was she
was taking into her mouth. Shuffling closer I felt my cock sinking
into her throat without any difficulty at all, clearly Glen's
attentions had stretched her throat for the rest of us. Geoff was
fucking away at Sam's pussy while I remained still savouring the
sensation of my wife's throat muscles working on my erection. It was a
glorious sensation, but I could not remain still for long, apart from
my own urge to fuck her mouth Sam was starting to make small motions
as though encouraging me to thrust in her throat. Looking over her
back I saw Geoff pull out of her pussy and felt surprise that he could
have lasted such a short time, but then he was pushing at her again.

Sam gave a muffled screech around my cock as Geoff continued to push
at her and it came to me that he was forcing his cock into her virgin
arse. Suddenly her throat was rippling on my cock and her breathing
became heavy, then she gave a muted yelp, looking at Geoff I saw him
grinning in triumph and I knew that he had finally gained entry to her
back passage. When Geoff began to thrust in her arse Sam made small
whimpering noises in her throat, the vibrations of those noises
excited me despite my concern that Geoff was hurting her. For a moment
I had paused in my motions, but now, encouraged by the vibrations of
her cries around my cock I began to pump into her mouth even more
firmly. Minutes passed with Geoff fucking her arse and me her mouth
and gradually her screeches of pain became groans of pleasure. Sam
suddenly tensed then trembled as an orgasm washed over her, she
shuddered between us like a little doll as we fucked her mercilessly.
Then a thought struck me that sent me shooting to my own climax, each
of us was going to take her in the arse including the massive Glen! My
groan of bliss must have been a spur to Geoff because he leant over
her back and moaned out his own pleasure. When we finally moved away
from Sam she knelt there shivering with her head hung between her
shoulders gasping for breath. Alan and John moved in on Sam as soon as
Geoff and I had moved away, Alan took her in the arse while John
lunged in her mouth.

Despite having cum mere minutes before my cock grew hard again at the
sight of my petite wife being fucked and fucking these men who were
total strangers to her. I felt a brief moment of guilt as I watched
her being used unrelentingly by these men; true we had set out to have
her played with by another man, perhaps even fucked, but this was gang
rape despite the fact that she was now co-operating to the full. What
was worse was that I was an active and now willing participant in this
rape, I knew that I would feel remorse and shame later, but for now
something inside me was revelling in the abuse of my wife. They say
there is a dark side to all of us and I was discovering mine that
night.

Alan and John moved away from Sam leaving her barely able to support
herself, but Glen made no effort to move towards her. Instead Geoff
signalled that I should take my wife in the arse, this was something I
had wanted to do for a long time and I eagerly moved into position,
pressed my cock to her puckered little hole and pushed forward. With
the sperm of two men already in her back passage my entrance was
almost easy and as I began a hard fucking motion Geoff started to fuck
away at her mouth. Despite having already being used by two men my
wife's arse was tight, much tighter than her pussy, her anal passage
seemed to grip me like a too small glove as I moved in her. Ages
seemed to pass, ages of glorious sensations of pleasure until I at
last felt my third climax of the night rising in my cock. With a groan
I pushed into her with an almost cruel thrust then tensed as I felt
the burning rush of my sperm shooting into her depths. Long heartbeats
later I pulled away from Sam and struggled to my feet, as I flopped
onto the seat at the table Geoff moaned out his pleasure then moved
from my wife's almost limp body. Our places were immediately taken by
Alan and John, this time it was John that fucked her arse and I
watched in weary arousal while they sated themselves with her small
body.

Then Alan and John moved away from Sam, this time she could not
support herself and she collapsed to the floor with a quivering sigh
of over excitement. Once again the other men stood around chatting,
laughing and smoking while I watched my wife slowly recover from her
rapturous ordeal knowing full well that there was more to come. It
seemed to be ages before Sam recovered strength enough to struggle
back to her hands and knees. At the sight of her 'assuming the
position' the other men laughed and made coarse comments, and I, for
my sins, joined in with their laughter.

Then Glen moved towards my wife, his massive cock pointed at her like
some huge club; in the low light his cock seemed to glisten as though
coated with something, but my mind was focussed on what was about to
happen not on this mysterious sheen. Sam looked over her shoulder to
see if anyone was going to take her, when she saw Glen approaching her
her eyes went wide, but she did not move away. With one hand Glen held
his cock and pressed it to her anus, his other hand went around her
small waist and as he pushed forward his other hand pulled back on her
body. From where I stood I could see the mighty cap of Glen's cock
pushing Sam's anus inwards without gaining entry while she gasped out
in pain through clenched teeth. Then, as though some barrier had been
overcome, Glen's cap sank into her back passage and Sam let out an
anguished shriek that filled the empty club. I'm ashamed to say that
her cry sent a shiver along my cock as it twitched back to life like
some dumb beast. As for Glen he paid no attention to her cries or her
sudden struggles to escape the pain of his entry, like some leviathan
he carried on pushing and pulling at her petite body, his cock slowly
sinking deeper and deeper into her arse.

"Glen loves to hear them scream like that." Geoff commented to me.

As he sank deeper my wife's cries became whimpers and moans, but
eventually he managed to sink his entire length and girth within her
tiny back passage.  For a moment Glen remained still, clearly
savouring the tightness of the small woman he had impaled on his
monstrous cock, Sam lay almost limp in his grasp as she sobbed and
whimpered at the penetration of her body. With a muttered 'so fucking
tight' Glen started to move slowly, Sam's anal ring pulled outwards as
he withdrew about half his length then dimpled inwards as he pushed
back into her. As he started fucking her my wife let out another
screech, tears streamed down her cheeks as she bore the pain of her
ravishment. I know I should have felt horror at her anguish, but all I
seemed to feel at the time was arousal at the sight of her being so
brutally abused. Glen's free hand moved up her body to cruelly squeeze
at her tits then moved on to grasp her ponytail, with a harsh tug he
pulled my wife up and back against him. As the position and angle of
his cock changed within her arse Sam let out a howl and my cock jerked
to full erection at the sound of it. Firmly holding her waist and hair
Glen shuffled himself forward a little more until Sam's legs were part
stretched back past his body, her lower body arching forward while
impaled on his massiveness. In that position he began to fuck her in
earnest ignoring her wails and the weak thrashing of her arms.

"God," I groaned in mixed pleasure and concern "he's killing her."

"You'd think so," Geoff laughed from beside me, "but just you wait."

His words seemed to imply that at some point my wife would begin to
enjoy having her arse raped by such a massive member and I simply
could not believe this could happen. Oh how wrong I was. It started as
a low moan mixed within the screams, barely loud enough to be heard or
noticed, but as the minutes passed my wife began to scream less and
moan more. Aghast I watched as she suddenly made a little humping
motion, moving her body in time to Glen's thrusts. Minutes later she
was pushing up and down on that mighty prick for all she was worth,
Glen laughed loudly then started to move even faster and harder in her
back passage. Then she climaxed, her head thrown back in an
animalistic cry of sheer rapture as her body bucked and heaved against
Glen. In the space of a few short minutes my wife had gone from agony
to ecstasy in front of my disbelieving eyes. As her throws of pleasure
eased a little Glen stood up with Sam fully impaled on his cock, her
feet dangling clear of the floor by almost a foot as she tried to
carry on fucking him. It was a stunning sight seeing my wife making
little jerking motions on the cock filling her back passage beyond
capacity. We all laughed at the sight, me just as loudly and cruelly
as the others.

Without once loosing his hold on Sam Glen managed to lie back on the
carpeted floor with her now kneeling astride him and facing his feet.
Almost the moment that she had purchase Sam began to thrust up and
down on Glen, riding his cock with everything that she had while he
lay there letting her do all the work. After a while Glen pushed her
up off his cock to the accompaniment of an unexpected wail of
disappointment, at least it was unexpected to me. But Glen had not
finished, not yet; with firm hands he turned her to face him then had
her straddle him again. With an eagerness I could barely believe Sam
grasped his massive shaft and guided it into her by now gaping arse.
Within an instant she was grinding and humping on Glen with him laying
motionless and laughing up at her triumphantly. By now my cock was so
hard that it ached, I realised with almost glee that my wife would
have one last violation by Glen when he finally fucked her in the
pussy, but before that the rest of us would abuse and use her body yet
again.

As I had these thoughts Sam shot to another climax and as her body
shuddered on top of Glen he rolled them completely over until her back
lay on the floor. In that position he fucked her with mercilessly hard
strokes, rising up as high as could to lunge down as though he would
fix her to the floor with his cock as the nail. My wife's response to
this was to screech in bliss and try to push up to his thrusts to make
them even harder. By now her body was jerking and shaking in almost
constant orgasm and the point came where she was unable to make even
the smallest voluntary movement. Then Glen swore and pushed down so
hard that I thought he would crush my diminutive wife, groaning and
cursing I watched as he climaxed sending streams of his sperm deep
into her bowels. His peak passed and Glen gave a few more thrusts
before pulling out of Sam's arse.

Puffing and blowing Glen stood up and walked away from my wife who lay
shuddering in orgasmic bliss at our feet. When the others all headed
for the bar I followed them leaving Sam alone in her ecstasy. Glen
poured drinks for all of us then came back around the bar again. For
almost thirty minutes we stood there drinking, smoking and talking, in
all that time my wife barely stirred. I glanced at my watch and was
stunned to see that it was almost one in the morning, Geoff had first
fucked Sam just before eleven. Looking at my supine wife I wondered
how any woman, let alone my diminutive wife, could take such abuse for
so long. Then she stirred and I sensed the others focussing their
attention on her again. During our break my cock had shrunk to almost
at rest, but now, seeing Sam struggling to sit up and the gleam of
lust in the other men's eyes it twitched back to full erection. Sam
looked over to where we stood by the bar, her whole body spoke of
exhaustion and I was sure that she could barely focus on us. Then she
laboured to rise to her feet clearly thinking that her ordeal was
over. It was as though her trying to rise was a signal, the five of us
moved towards Sam as a group, surrounding her in male flesh.

"Please," she whispered weakly, "no more."

"We'll say when you are done Sam." Geoff laughed. "And you aren't done
yet."

"Oh God!" my wife gasped out.

Those were the last words spoken for the next hour as we took her
either singly or in pairs and at one point I watched as Geoff, Alan
and John took her at the same time. Impossibly my cock grew hard again
towards the end, I couldn't believe how randy seeing my own wife being
abused was making me. When the others eventually left her alone Sam
lay almost unconscious on the floor, but I knew that she had one final
ordeal to come; Glen. It came as no surprise that they stood around
talking until Sam showed signs of returning strength, I had no doubt
that Glen wanted her to be awake and aware enough to know just what
was coming at her next.

Sperm oozed from Sam's pussy as Glen knelt down then rolled and pulled
her into position on her back in front of him, her legs laying limply
on the floor on either side of him. Sam looked up at him pleadingly,
her head shaking as she mouthed the word 'no', Glen laughed at her
pleas as he positioned his cock at her pussy. His sheer size meant
that Glen had to push hard to gain entry to her, but it didn't take
long for his cap to force it's way in and the rest of his massiveness
followed in one hard thrust that literally moved Sam on the floor. As
their groins met with a slap Sam cried out weakly with pleasure, Glen
leant down and kissed her hard as he started to fuck her and my wife
responded fervently. As the minutes passed her legs came up to cross
behind Glen's back as she humped up to meet his every thrust. Her arms
wrapped around his broad back as she pulled herself up to rub her tits
on his chest. I barely noticed Geoff move over to the bar as I watched
Glen fucking my wife with her responding to his every move zealously.
Even when she began to climax Glen kept on pounding into her pussy
driving her to ever higher peaks of orgasmic rapture until she
suddenly fell back to the floor. Sam's weak, impassioned cries drifted
to where I stood as Glen carried on fucking her body that was jerking
uncontrollably beneath him.

Time seemed to stretch out, at one point I was distracted by the sound
of a doorbell and Geoff moving away from the group watching Glen
fucking Sam. So intent was I on watching Glen fucking my wife
senseless that it wasn't until after he had climaxed and moved away
from her that I noticed that another man had joined us. Surprised I
stared at this fully clothed man as he looked down at my wife with a
hungry grin.

"Want to take your tip now or in the cab?" Geoff asked the man.

"Who says I won't take a double tip?" the man laughed. "But I'll have
some now just to be sure."

Not bothering to undress the man opened his flies, reached in and
pulled out a fast hardening cock. Around me the others were starting
to dress and I followed suit while watching the newcomer first get my
wife to suck his cock then fuck her, adding yet another load of sperm
to that already within her pussy. While he was fucking Sam I asked who
he was and was told he was a mini-cab friend of theirs who was there
to take Sam home after he'd fucked her. Finally the newcomer was done
and they got her clothes back on her limp body, carried her out to the
cab and dumped her in the back. As the mini-cab started up I said my
farewells to the men that had abused my wife for the last five hours
and virtually ran to my car.

I drove like a madman in an effort to catch up with the car that bore
my wife, but I only caught them as the car pulled into our driveway.
Pulling up a little way along the road I left the car and walked back
to my driveway arriving in time to see the driver helping Sam out of
the car. Propping her on the bonnet of the car the driver closed the
rear door and went back to her, in the fading moonlight I saw him grin
at my wife then reach out to open her belt. As her dress slithered
open Sam looked at the driver in surprise and as I crept closer I
heard the driver say 'you have to tip the driver ma'am.'. Sam shook
her head and pushed against the man's chest, but she was just too
exhausted from the events of the night to offer more than a token
resistance. With a low laugh the man grasped her waist and lifted her
onto the bonnet of the car, next he fumbled with his trousers and his
cock sprang out ready for action. Pushing my wife onto her back on the
warm bonnet he shoved his cock into her pussy and began to fuck her
slowly, his hands reached out to her boobs and he teased her nipples
as he thrust into her. And despite her protests Sam began to respond
to this additional rape within minutes; I watched her legs come up to
cross behind his back and her body move in time to his thrusts. Soon
the car was bouncing on its springs with the combined force of their
movements and Sam was gasping and groaning in climax under this
stranger. With a grunt the man finally came in her pussy then, still
spurting sperm pulled out of her.

"Suck it clean." He ordered her.

To my utter amazement Sam slid off the bonnet and dropped to her knees
in front of the man and my cock, which I thought was too exhausted to
rise, shot to erection yet again. Putting her hands on his hips my
wife sucked the man's slime coated cock into her mouth and began to
move on it, cleaning it of their combined juices. Only she didn't stop
once it was clean, though she had made a move to the man had put his
hand to the back of her head and signalled with a push that she was to
carry on sucking, and she did. She sucked on him until he became hard
again then she swallowed his erection into her throat. Groaning with
pleasure the driver took hold of her head and held it still while he
fucked her mouth until he was on the verge of cumming. I saw Sam
swallow once then the man pulled back and the next spurts of his
sticky juices blasted over her lips and face. When he had shot his
load he had Sam lick him clean then shoved his cock back into his
clothing, got back in his car and drove away leaving Sam on her knees
on the gravel driveway.

My cock throbbed for release as I stepped out of hiding and went over
to my wife, my intention had been to get her inside where she could
rest, but the sight of her near nakedness and another man's sperm on
her lips awoke the demon in me again. Stepping in front of her I
pushed my cock at her mouth, Sam didn't even look up to see who the
cock belonged to just opened her mouth and swallowed it all the way
down her throat. Though I wanted to fuck her mouth mercilessly I
somehow retained enough control to let her set the pace and it was a
blissful pace that culminated in the hard mouth fucking I so desired.
When I finally came I felt my knees trembling as though set to give
way beneath me. Sam didn't stop sucking until my cock actually shrank
in her mouth, she released my cock then hung her head down
exhaustedly.

It took me a few minutes to get Sam to her feet and into the house
where I settled her on the couch. Her dress slithered to either side
of her body and I noticed that her panties were missing, sperm oozed
from her pussy to stain her dress and soak through to the couch
beneath her. Leaving her alone for a moment I went out and retrieved
my car, parking it in the drive I went back indoors to my wife. The
first thing that greeted me as I entered the living room was the sound
of sobbing, I looked at Sam to see her hunched over with her face in
her hands. Shamed by what I had let happen to her and by my active
participation in it I rushed to the couch where I held my wife close
in an effort to somehow comfort her.

The sun was well above the horizon before Sam finally stopped crying,
her eyes were red and puffy as she leant back and looked at me sadly.

"Dan," she said with a catch in her voice, "I feel so used."

"I know my love," I replied full of guilt, "and I'm sorry I let it go
so far."

"You saw?" she asked quietly.

"God help me," I muttered, "but I helped them."

"You helped ... you were one of them?" she gaped at me.

"Yes." I admitted as I hung my head in shame. "I'm sorry Sam, I know
that's not enough, but I really am sorry."

We fell silent, though I was grateful that she remained within my arms
when she could so easily have pulled away from me in disgust.

"Dan," she muttered against my chest, "I have a confession to make.
Please don't hate me for it, but while it was happening I enjoyed most
of what happened."

"I know." I answered quietly.

"What happened Dan," she asked still speaking into my chest, "how did
those others get involved?"

"It was a set-up." I sighed. "I found out about it too late to stop it
and got invited into it by chance. Geoff picks up girls at the club
and the others join in once he has got them so excited that they put
up little resistance. I thought it best to accept their invitation so
that I could stay near you. Only ..."

"Only?" she echoed.

"Only something woke inside me," I spoke softly, "some sort of demon
that enjoyed watching you being used and abused, that enjoyed using
you too. Can you ever forgive me Sam?"

"I can forgive you," she said lifting her head to look into my eyes,
"if you can forgive me. I know what happened was rape, but it's a very
thin distinction. After Geoff took me I was on an orgasmic high and
then the others came over, I knew that I should fight them and I did
for a while, but ... God ... I wanted them to take me. It was as
though I was someone else, some sort of bitch that craved fucking. I
hardly even resisted that minicab driver when he took me in the drive,
did you know he did that?"

"Yes." I answered gently.

"Then someone else put their cock in my mouth, I don't know who," she
almost whispered, "and I sucked them off eagerly."

"That was me." I sighed. "I'm afraid I couldn't resist doing it."

And so we talked to each other well into the morning, still soiled
from the events of the night, but unwilling to part even for a moment.

= = = = = =  = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

The events of that night are burnt into our memories, although Sam and
I talk about it even now neither of us has been tempted to try
anything like it again. It's almost as though the demons within us had
been laid to rest by the excesses of that night, yet we could still
get excited by remembering what had happened. Our sex life certainly
improved after that night, Sam had been taught to deep-throat and take
a cock in her arse and I benefited from that; I had learnt that my
wife liked to be treated roughly at times, to be used rather than
loved. It's strange what we can learn about ourselves under unusual
circumstances. Neither of us liked the demons that lay within us, no
doubt lurking and waiting another opportunity to come forth, but we
had been brought closer by their presence.

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