In Fantasies 04 I and my wife Mary took on Angie. It's only fair to give her husband Brent a chance at my wife. Balance is good, right?
See part 1 for the setup
Rape-
By the time Brent knocks on the door of our mini-suite I have carefully set both him and Mary up with different, but compatible instructions. I have just discussed Brent with Mary, bringing up conversations we have had in the past where we speculated on the concept of 3-way sex. Our talks had just been foreplay, at the "someday we should consider doing this" stage.
I've suggested to Mary that Brent might be a candidate, and told her that tonight we could look him over to talk about his suitability for some possible fun time in the future. This is not what I've told Brent, and Mary is in for a surprise.
I let Brent into the room, and as he goes across the room to where Mary sits on the couch, I re-introduce them. "Brent, I believe you briefly met my lovely wife Mary before, and Mary, I know you remember meeting Brent."
Mary struggles to a standing position as Brent reaches her, lifting her arms for a welcoming hug and cheek kiss. "Didn't you say Mary, that you thought he had a good package?"
Mary blushed redly as Brent embraced her, his arms going high and low around her torso. He bent forward to kiss her as I went on, "Mary, in return Brent confessed today that he thought of you as a hot, sexy looking slut, ripe for a good, hard fuck!"
Mary's eyes went wide in surprise, even before Brent pulled her hard against himself, his mouth going to hers. He kissed her full on the mouth, his right hand coming up her back to hold the back of her head, even as his left hand pressed low into the small of her back, keeping her groin against his. I had noticed as Brent went by me that he already had a hard-on, and I knew that Mary was feeling it pressing against her lower belly. Mary was rigid in his grasp, completely caught by surprise. She tried to say something in a shocked, or perhaps outraged tone, but the sound was muffled by the pressure of Brent's lips against hers. Her visible eye focused on me, a frown creasing her forehead. I did not, as she perhaps expected, come to her rescue, just smiled at her.
Brent, of course, had been told that Mary was ready, if not willing for rough sex with him, and he also held still, waiting to see if Mary was reacting as he expected. Mary tried to grab Brent with her hands, to push him back as she twisted her head out of the kiss. Mary protested loudly"No! Stop, let go of me!" She called out to me "Gary! Help me!"
As I had told him to, Brent tightened his grip on the back of her head, pulling Mary's hair hard enough to cause her to yelp "Ouch!" Brent turned Mary's face to her and forced another rough kiss while still holding her body hard against his.
As I had expected, Mary could not give in to her body's need for sex. I saw her shudder a little as her ever-present sex drive tried to take over, and she seemed to melt against Brent for a moment. Her eyes closed, her arms tightened around him, and she returned the kiss, her lips relaxing and then working against his. I saw her jaw moving, and knew that she had opened her mouth, and that his tongue was in her mouth, working against hers. Brent's mouth came off Mary's, his grip on her head turning her face aside as his mouth went to her neck, licking and nibbling at the soft flesh of the curve between her back and shoulder.
Mary went rigid as her brain and body fought, then began to struggle as outrage won out over lust. Mary’s hands pushed at Brent’s shoulders as she looked at me over one, her eyes glaring as she yelled "No, stop! Please Gary, make him stop, I don't want this!"
Mary seemed to flinch from my sharp reply to them as I moved up behind her. “Yeah you do slut, fucking rape her good Brent!”
I promptly reached up and around Mary, sliding my hands between her heaving breasts and Brent’s muscled chest to claw for the middle of her blouse. I grabbed the seam and pulled hard, tearing the blouse open with a dramatic set of popping noises as her buttons tore off. Mary jumped in surprise, her startled gasp becoming a complaining "Gary! You tore my..Ouch!"
Her complaint became a surprised yelp when Brent grabbed her bra-clad breasts, his fingers probing and pinching at both nipples.
Mary swayed a little in Brent’s grip, her weight off balance on her big bad knees, resisting unsuccessfully as I pulled her blouse back and off down her arms. She was breathing heavily, weakly struggling while Brent teased one nipple to erect hardness through the thin red lace of her bra, his other hand still keeping her close. I reached around Mary again, grabbing up between Brent's hands to yank hard at the front closure of her bra. Mary jumped a little when the two hooks broke free, her tits sagging as her naked cleavage was exposed. Brent let go of her nipple for a moment so that I could pull the bra off, leaving Mary naked from the waist up.
Brent turned the two of them a little, and I could see his left hand with his fingers clenched deeply into her soft ass, his fingers sunk almost out of sight in her slacks. He kissed her mouth again, grinding his groin against her while kneading her ass during the minute long kiss. When he broke the kiss they both gasped for air and he let go of her, giving her a hard push so that she sat abruptly. Brent's hands went to his waist opening his belt, then his pants, and yanking down his zipper. Mary had barely come to a jiggling stop on the couch when Brent pushed his pants and boxer shorts down.
The first thing Brent said to Mary was "Hello." as he crossed the room to reach her. The second was "Suck it!" as his erect cock sprang up in front of her face.
I moved closer, watching Brent grip the top of Mary's head with one hand and the shaft of his cock with the other. He rubbed his swollen glans across her lips, smearing her lipstick on her cheek and leaving a glistening smear of gooey pre-cum.
Mary opened her mouth to say "No, stop, don't do thi.." her protest silenced when Brent pushed the head of his cock into her open mouth.
Brent gave Mary no time to react, moving his right hand to join his left in holding the top of her head and pulling her towards his groin.
Mary had to lean forward, the angle tilting her head back a bit as half of, most of, all of Brent's erection sank into her face. I could hear Mary gulp and gurgle as she had to swallow, helping the invading cock push into her throat. Brent's grip kept Mary's forehead against his lower belly for a good 15 seconds, saying "Fuck that's tight and slick!"
I knelt down next to Brent and Mary, amazed to see Mary's mouth gaping so open that her tongue was protruding under the base of his cock, the tip drooling a lot of spit across the front of Brent's scrotum.
Mary's face was darkening as she ran low on air, and when Brent suddenly pulled back to yank his cock out of her throat she gasped for air around his glans not pulled out of her mouth. Brent gave Mary time for a couple of breaths and then pushed forward again. This time he pulled back as soon as his whole cock was in Mary, starting up a steady rhythm that let her either inhale or exhale on each stroke. My cock ached, tenting my robe until I yanked open the belt and stripped.
My masturbating hand moved in time with Brent's thrusts, his pace getting steadily faster. I had been unsure about watching someone else raping my wife, but was really turned on. This was not the lovemaking, the sharing of intimacy that defined sex between Mary and I. This was fucking, Brent's purely selfish use of Mary for his own satisfaction. He was not at all concerned about making sure her needs were met, he just wanted to get his rocks off. The pure, direct motivation excited me, as if I was the one fucking her face. Face fucking was the right de***********ion, Mary was not giving him a blowjob, he was fucking her.
The way Brent was using Mary did not arouse her. Her arms came up, her hands pushing at his hips to try to fend him off. I could see red lines streaking Brent's pale skin Mary's fingers clawed him. When she clawed too hard Brent winced, muttered "Careful, Bitch" and shoved his cock in especially hard fast, his groin smacking her face.
Mary gagged her next breath out and clawed him again. Brent's fucking of Mary's throat got rougher, showing me I had been mistaken, that he had been trying to considerate of Mary. Now Brent started using Mary roughly, ramming his swollen cock through her mouth and down her throat as hard as he wanted to. Brent ignored her attempt to struggle, being more than strong enough to overcome her handicapped body. I could see both his hands fisting tightly in her hair to give her no escape from his raping cock.
I was amazed that I was really aroused by Mary's obvious distress at the rough treatment. Her struggle for air must have her blood pressure very high, her nipples juttingly erect, prominent between slaps of her pendant, shifting tits against Brent’s legs. Mary was coughing and choking, raggedly pulling in air when she was not gagging up spit and mucus. It did not take a lot of the face fucking to get Brent to orgasm.
Brent gasped down at Mary "Yes, yes, yes! Take it slut, take it all. Take my cum in your belly, take it!'
Brent suddenly groaned loudly, rammed his throbbing cock forcefully down Mary's throat, and held her in gurgling in place as his balls visibly throbbed. Brent twitched a dozen times, and I could see Mary's throat working as frantically swallowed the pulsing cum that spurted down her throat. When Brent finished draining his balls into Mary's belly he let go of her head and staggered back, yanking his drooling cock out of her mouth. Brent sat heavily in one of the chairs facing the couch.
Mary was coughing and choking, runny drool, gooey white cum and sticky strands of mucus coating her chin and sliding down her shaking fat breasts, some of it dripping off her heaving chest to the floor. The sight of Mary having trouble coping with Brent's jizm set me off. With my left hand frantically jacking my own throbbing cock, I quickly moved to right in front of Mary. Through her coughing she yelped as my right hand grabbed her hair to roughly yank her head up, tilting her face up at me as I came.
Mary barely had time to say "No, not you too!" then closed her eyes at the close view of my spurting cock-head, just in time as my hot sperm splashed across her face. I came very hard, jet after jet of thick jizz hitting her forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks. By the time my orgasm tapered off the rest of her face was as despoiled as her mouth, chin, and shirt.
I felt my knees weakening and twisted aside, dropping onto the couch next to Mary as the room tilted and spun.