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I probably shouldn't have replied to the Craigslist ad. It was a little sketchy and vague to begin with, offering "discreet services to fulfill sexual fantasies." Their email response directed me to a website.

My first job was in programming, and I was impressed with the interface on their site. Each question they asked led to a group of more specific yes/no or multiple choice questions. By the end of it, they knew very specific details about the **** fantasy I was arranging for my wife.

I was instructed to write as specific an email as possible and they would indicate if any of my requests could not be met. This would serve as a cross reference against the survey I had taken to double check and avoid any misunderstandings. I typed out the email.

"My wife and I want to fulfill a **** fantasy. Someone would come to the house and break in (we will leave door unlocked if we agree on time). He should not carry a real gun, but should be "armed" with something that looks like the real thing. We will be upstairs making love when they break in. He should force himself on the wife while me (the husband) is made to watch. He should be gentle and just forceful enough to make it realistic. He should be white, and with an average or smaller penis (preferably smaller). Husband is bi-curious but with zero experience. d**g and disease free only, condoms are a must. Please assign a safe word. The wife will know about the arrangement."

In retrospect, I also should have been more specific when I just said "bi-curious" and left it up to them to decide what I'd be comfortable with.

Their response included the results of my questionnaire, then this: "We've carefully reviewed your application and determined that we can meet your needs. Ensure any door alarms are off and any pets are restrained. Only you and your wife should be home. Leave payment of $500 cash by the front door in an obvious place. Your appointment is tomorrow night at 2AM. Our employees never break character in a role-play fantasy. Your safe word is "Dalmatian." Please reply and include the words 'I accept your terms' in the text, and include your full name and address for legal purposes. Your service provider's name is Jason. Our company thanks you for your business and offers a 50% rebate if we do not completely meet your satisfaction. We appreciate referrals."

I thought it was rather bold for them to tell me when my appointment was and assume I would accept, but the company's assertiveness is what I needed given my uncertainty in asking for this at all.

Julia and I had been together for five years and married for two. While I had plenty of experience when we met, she had been a virgin. She was religious and a little repressed sexually, but as our relationship evolved, especially after we said our vows, she got more and more kinky. The closest we had come to swinging or including any third party was when a couple I knew from work came over and we got in the hot tub naked. We had all been drinking, and there was some soft swap just with heavy kissing and breast massage. I didn't fully realize how much Julia liked it since she seemed a bit guilty the next day. That had been over a year ago.

Only recently did Julia confess to me how much she enjoyed that night, and then she dropped the bomb on me about the **** fantasy. I shouldn't have been surprised since various studies (I looked it up later) indicate about a third of adult women have some version of this fantasy. We had a solid marriage now and were really inside each others heads, and I was confident this information was something she wanted me to act on. I had only become bi-curious out of nowhere about a year before, so suddenly the idea of sharing my wife even turned me on as long as I could participate. Julia wasn't aware of these bisexual thoughts and had only hinted around that she might think seeing some of that would be hot.

That night just happened to be a Saturday, the night before my wife's 25th birthday. I was a few years older. We went to a nice dinner to celebrate with two couples from church and Julia's best friend, a beautiful single lady that worked out with her. We got home around 10PM and sipped wine and talked with our friends over dessert, then they left a little before midnight. Julia was definitely tipsy, having outpaced everyone else's drinking since she was the birthday girl. I suggested we take it to the bedroom, and she happily agreed. We still had a great sex life, probably doing the deed at least four times a week. We'd also abstained over the previous week to build up the anticipation for the birthday night, so it was easy to convince my horny wife to get naked.

Minutes later I was lying on top of her nude body. Since it was her special day, I took my time just kissing her, content to stay there for a while before moving down to take a nipple into my mouth. Julia had tiny, adorable mosquito bite breasts. She was almost flat, but I still loved her very sensitive breasts. I moved down further, admiring her flat stomach. Julia was slender and fit and perfect to me. Still lower I went, and I was face to face with the loveliest pussy on earth. Enveloped by a flaming red bush, her juicy, large lips welcomed me. I played with the flaps for a bit with my mouth before stimulating her clit. Julia got off quickly, the lengthy foreplay having served its purpose. I had gone down her so many times that I knew just the right places and right pressure to apply to get her off fast.

"You can put it in now," she said. "You've earned it. Are you ready? Oh," she said as I emerged from between her legs. I was fully hard. She always offered to suck me and get me ready, but it wasn't necessary tonight.

I penetrated smoothy. Somehow Julia had remained tight over the years just like her first time, considerably more so than any woman I had been with. I felt her large lips caressing my manhood also and the red hair tickling my balls. She was amazing as usual. I slowly tunneled in and out while concentrating on something non-sexual. I was expecting company and didn't want to climax before the real fun began. But it was Julia that took the next step.

"So, it's my birthday after all, right?" she said.

I looked at the clock. "As of a little bit ago, yes. I'll give you whatever you are about to ask for tonight," I said. Julia clearly had her own ideas for the night's activities.

Julia reached into the bedside table, my dick still inside her, and pulled out her vibrator. I had anticipated this possibility and was clean and ready. I smiled up at her. I always loved when she fucked me, and this would be a good kinky ice breaker for what was going to happen later. She had performed this act enough to probably suspect I was a little bi-curious, even if this was technically a straight act. She handed me the lube, and I slowly inserted the "pony" end of her strapless dildo into her pussy and turned on the vibrations. She was experienced with the toy and could wield it well without a harness using her strong muscles and natural tightness to hold it in place. The larger "horse" end was for me. I lubed that also. "Ride me," she commanded.

"As the birthday girl wishes." I straddled her and reached back to insert a finger into my backdoor. I felt the trained muscles quickly relax after a few seconds. This is all the prep I needed before accommodating the toy. While still the biggest thing to be inserted into my ass, it wasn't that large; slightly smaller than my own average-sized cock. I aligned the tip of the dildo, my muscles opened easily with light pressure, and I slid down the full length. I grunted softly, the slight pain passing almost instantly, replaced by a great sense of fullness and pleasure. I could tell it felt good for her also. The end inside her responded to my movements.

My wife kissed me as I slowly rode up and down. It was time to tell her. "I've arranged for a surprise for you," I said, definitely getting her attention. "That fantasy you told me about, you will live it tonight."

She stared at me with disbelief, then realized I was telling the truth. "Oh my God, are you serious? How?"

"The arrangements have been made." I could tell she was nervous. The alcohol was helping, but my wife had no idea what to expect. I wasn't sure I did either. Was she all talk, or did she really want another man to force himself on her? She hadn't even been with another man before, and now she was about to get mock-****d by a complete stranger.

"Are you sure it's a good idea? It's so wrong. Will we be the same afterward, after someone else has been inside me? Do we know him?"

These were questions we'd already discussed, although it had been a while. She was dying to do it then, and I could tell nothing had changed. I smiled, but I didn't get a chance to respond. Suddenly I heard the door open loudly. I looked at the clock. Whoever was in our house was an hour early. I practically jumped up, the dildo popping out of my ass. Julia pulled the other end of it out of her pussy, turned it off, and put it back in the open drawer without bothering to wipe off the lube.

We lived in a two-story, three bedroom modest home in the suburbs. There was about a twenty second pause, then we heard loud footsteps on the stairs. By now Julia had put on her robe. I was still naked, paralyzed, and not sure what to do next.

"Freeze. Don't fucking move," a loud voice said. I looked up in fear. A dark shape came into the room. It wasn't at all what I was expecting. He was over six feet tall, black, dreadlocks in his hair, and he was pointing a gun at me. His eyes never left mine as he entered, and then to my horror a second man came in behind him. This guy was black also, his shaved head showing a little under a cap. He was shorter than me but well built.

My military training kicked in as I sized up the threat. The first guy had a Springfield XDM 9mm handgun. I had read that the XDM has a unique safety mechanism and a way to tell if a round is chambered, but I couldn't recall all the details since I'd never fired one. So I had to assume it was loaded and could discharge, even accidentally. The second man had a smaller gun, probably a .22, and I didn't get as good a look at it. The guys handled the guns like they knew what they were doing. If this wasn't an act, we were in trouble.

"Wait, what's going on?" I asked. "You're early, and I asked for one white dude, and not real guns. What the hell?"

The front guy was just out of arms reach. He stepped closer, took his left hand and backhanded my face. I stood my ground, although I felt a bit dazed. It was a powerful blow that I would wear on my face for a while. "Shut up. We'll kill you if you don't do exactly what we say. And we've killed before." He paused for a second. My wife had moved to the corner and was trembling with fear.

The safe word. "Dalmatian Dalmatian," I said. "You're scaring my wife."

The first guy looked at me like I was crazy. "Huh?" He clearly had no idea about my safe word. I started to get really worried. I had guns too, but I had stupidly put them all in the basement. I had years of grappling training also and could beat either of them, possibly both, in a fight. But that was useless training if they could handle their guns.

He continued, "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to take this hot little piece of ass around the house and she's going to load up all the valuables, money, wallets and whatever else I want for us. Then we might let you live." He waited for a few seconds as I stared, dumbfounded. Finally he offered up an explanation. "You really are stupid. Did you think this was going to be some sex game? It's a scam to get inside the house so we can rob people, you dumb-asses."

I hung my head in shame. I couldn't believe how stupid I was. The smaller of the two man passed me and grabbed Julia's long red hair and yanked her head down, pulling her towards the bathroom. Her screams of terror broke my heart. "Let's start with the jewelry, and we'll know if you're hiding anything," he said.

While they were in the bathroom and Julia emptied her small jewelry box, the taller hoodlum kept his gun trained on me from a safe distance. He had clearly done this before. Julia was begging for mercy, asking them to just leave. I heard a sudden smack, and Julia howled in pain. I started to move, but the guy in front of me said, "Don't even think about it. We'll just kill you both."

They came back in the master bedroom, and I saw he had a small bag to put our stuff in. He roughly pushed her from behind toward the door and the stairs beyond. The next few minutes seemed like an eternity, but really it went by fast. I heard the conversation clearly, because the accomplice was doing a lot of yelling; screaming for wallets, cash, and anything else of value. Then they came back into the room, Julia first with him behind her with his gun. Julia was crying. The right side to her face was red, and he had broken the skin slightly above her eye. She would have a black eye for sure to go with the psychological scars. He shoved her hard, and Julia fell forward onto the bed.

"What did you get?" asked Tall Guy.

" A couple hundred. The jewelry looks good. We have credit cards and I got their passports. Found one handgun also."

I was upset. Julia must have opened the safe. They would realize later they had a bit more than $200 when they took a closer look at the passports.

I took a closer look at my assailants, trying to memorize as much as possible. They looked like any other stereotypical thugs. Both of them wore jeans halfway down their asses. The short guy had a baseball cap. There was tacky gold jewelry and and all the other usual bullshit gangster crap. I hated myself for letting this happen.

"What now?" Short Guy asked. "Kill them?"

There was an awkward silence. I realized Julia's robe had come untied, and I could see orange pubic hair exposed. Tall Guy was staring at her pussy. I recognized the longing in his eyes and the lust in his cruel smirk. "Let's fuck her. It's what they wanted anyway. I call first on the girl. Cover me."

He slowly approached Julia. "No," she whimpered. "Please, no."

"Come here, bitch," he said. Julia's long, flaming natural red hair was an easy target. He grabbed a handful and yanked her, pulling her off the bed. She screamed. I moved forward, but Short Guy took a step forward, his gun trained at my head. I was powerless to stop them. Julia stood on wobbly knees, and he steered her around by her hair back to face the bed, then shoved her head towards the mattress. "Bend over and spread, bitch."

"No. No, no, no no," Julia muttered over and over.

"Take it well, or I'll make this much worse for you," he threatened as he undid his fly. I watched in horror as the most impressive slab of black cock I could have imagined was pulled out of his pants. He was semi-hard and huge. This isn't what I wanted! Forgetting for a moment that I had called out the safe word to end the **** anyway, I had asked for someone with a small penis. This man would hurt my poor Julia's tiny pussy. And I know my condom request had fallen on deaf ears. This thug was going to defile the love of my life bareback.

Our bed was at the right height where Julia's torso was mashed against he mattress with her spread feet on the ground. Her arms were beside her, and Tall Guy aggressively yanked her robe off. My wife was nude now, laid prostrate before him, her bare, unprotected ass presented. He pumped his cock twice, and it rose to full mast as he looked at Julia's ass. Julia was sobbing and continuing to just mumble "No, no, no."

"Please don't," I begged. "You got the money. We've changed our minds on the sex. Just leave."

"No way," he said as he approached, cock in hand. "She's a little skinny for my tastes, but I'm still going to fuck her. This pussy better be good." Apparently he was going to **** her with his clothes on, his lengthy member protruding from his gangster jeans. He put one hand on Julia's hip, the other hand taking a few seconds to find her hole amid the large red bush. Her large, engorged labia helped him find the target. I could even see her oversized pussy lips sticking out beyond her butt cheeks while I stood to the side.

His large head disappeared inside her, and Julia grunted as the large member began to force its way in past the tight muscles guarding her entrance. He pushed hard and began to penetrate. "Aggghh, ahh!" she cried out as half of the cock sank into her and stretched her tiny pussy wide. "Oh God, oh my fucking God!" she said as the perp continued and sunk to about the same depth as I would be if I was inside her balls deep. But he had a few more inches to spare. Julia tried to raise her torso off the mattress and even turned back to look at Tall Guy, perhaps to reach back to try to stop him. Tall Guy was having none of that, shoving her face down roughly back onto the mattress.

"Stay down, bitch," he cursed at her. He pulled his cock back almost all the way out, then shoved forward hard, driving his enormous cock in to the hilt. He reached forward and grabbed her shoulders, leaning his body into her and grinding against her with his pelvis while pulling back to ensure every bit of his cock was stuffed into her pussy. It was humbling to realize how much of Julia's vagina I could not access as I saw his entire long cock buried inside her. I hated that they degraded her and called her a bitch also. Julia was the sweetest woman I knew, and I'd never seen her be a bitch in any way for as long as I'd known her. She never wished ill on anyone, and she definitely didn't deserve what was happening to her.

"Ooof," she grunted as she was violated, every bit of space inside her occupied by the biggest cock she'd ever taken. She was red-faced and sweating as her heart thumped in her chest with fear. A second after the cock went balls deep and she knew she was fully impaled, she shut her eyes, then suddenly went limp. I could see her leg muscles relax and the tension in her face subside. It was that sad moment when objections and screams turn to silent acquiescence. Her face was mashed against the bed, turned to the side and facing me. Her eyes opened, but she looked through me, seemingly dazed. "Too big. Too big," she murmured softly, perhaps resigned to her fate.

Tall Guy moved his right hand to her hip also and began to slowly pump in and out of her. I saw a subtle cruel grin cross his face. "Damn, that's good pussy. Nice and wet. I think you like this. Tight. You never had a big dick before, have you?"

"No," Julia said in a barely audible whisper.

It hurt me to the core for him to objectify my Julia like this. She did have great pussy, but there were so many other things about her that made her wonderful, and he didn't care about any of that. Then Tall Guy's question and her agreement about never having any size hurt my already bruised ego.

"Well look at her husband's little dick, that's why she's so tight," Short Guy said, laughing as he mocked me and drove that point home.

Julia's eyes finally focused on me. It wasn't fear anymore, it was shame on her face. It was the horrible scenario where a **** victim starts to blame herself or in any way accept what is happening to her. "Sorry," she whispered.

I felt horrible. She was apologizing to me because her purity was taken away. Her vow to only be intimate with me was broken. But it was my fault. I could not turn away from the sight of what was happening. I was mesmerized as I watched the giant black cock probing in and out of my tiny wife's fair-skinned body.

Beside me, Short Guy was laughing. "Hubby likes it. Check out his little stiffy."

I looked down in horror. I was indeed aroused. I wasn't fully hard yet, but there was no denying it. I hated myself. My wife continued to look at me as Tall Guy ****d her, and I wished I could stop them just for a minute so I could tell her how sorry I was for getting her into this and how I was ashamed at my erection.

But this was just the beginning. Tall guy picked up his gun and slowed his strokes. I felt stupid again because I hadn't even noticed he'd put it down on the bed. I noticed Short Guy had pulled his cock out, too. "Suck his dick," Tall Guy said to me. "Suck it or I blow her fucking head off. On your knees."

I fell to my knees. What choice did I have? Short Guy decided to just pull his pants off now, the oversized jeans easily making the journey from where they rested at the bottom of his ass to the floor, his shoes easily sliding through the oversized garment. I had fantasied about playing with a real cock for going on a year now, but not like this. This was wrong. I had fantasized about a clean cut guy from my own socioeconomic class, someone who was polite and patient with me. I saw his hand with the gun out of the corner of my eyes as he put his cock in my face. The tip hit my cheek. I noticed that unlike his comrade, Short Guy was uncircumcised.

I thought about going for his gun, but it had almost zero chance of succeeding, and it would put my wife at risk. Instead, I licked the head of the large member in front of me. I reached out tentatively and clasped the thick shaft, retracting his foreskin before taking the head into my moth. He tasted and smelled neutral. I was puzzled, expecting a nasty, stinky cock. He shoved forward, hitting the back of my mouth with his semi. I fought my gag reflex for a second and regained my composure.

I cupped his balls with my other hand and applied suction, going up and down the length. My mouth strained to open wide enough, and I felt every contour of his penis as he filled my mouth completely. For just a few seconds, I forgot what was happening around me and enjoyed the moment. That submissive wave of feelings came over me, just like the first time Julia fucked me with a dildo, except about ten times stronger. That brief moment was amazing as I let myself drift into a fantasy where I wasn't being ****d or about to die, rather I was just experimenting with a beautiful cock. Then the euphoria wore off, and I could hear my wife again. She was still sobbing quietly, combined with grunting on each of his thrusts. I could hear the sounds of his hips as he smacked her butt cheeks over and over when he bottomed out in her pussy.

Short Guy was hard now. His cock was impressive, probably almost as big as Tall Guy, and much thicker and a couple inches longer than me. "Bend over the bed," he commanded. "You know what's next." I stood and tentatively turned. I was on the side of my bed with my wife at the foot, so we were at ninety degree angles and could look at each other.

I turned to look at my conqueror. "Lube," I said and nodded to the bedside table. I felt stupid saying it, but I figured my **** would be worse without it.

"I guess, just because it will be better for me," he said and went to the table. He picked up the lube, then paused to look in the drawer.

Shit. He had found the dildo.

He pulled it out, still shiny with lubricant gel. "Looks like he's no stranger to getting fucked. You ever been fucked by a real man?" I shook my head no. "Well then today's your lucky day."

I tentatively bent over and spread my legs. He put a lubed finger in me first. I took it no problem, having been warmed up by my wife. Then I felt him reach under me, grabbing my cock that was hidden pressed against the bed. "God damn, he's still hard. You little bitch, do you want my cock? Are you gay?"

"No," I said weekly. "I don't want you to fuck me." It made no sense that I was hard. The part of my mind that was consciously thinking did not want this to happen. It was dangerous, unprotected sex with someone that did not respect me, and I didn't want to do it. Or so I thought. But I knew deep down he was right. The fellatio wasn't bad at all. Under different circumstances, I knew I could enjoy it. And I was apparently curious about him fucking me, too.

A really weird feeling came over me at this point. I loved it when Julia pegged me, but my anal interests were straight. But as he warmed me up with a finger, I knew I craved his cock. I was so ashamed. But looking back on it, being forced to do it set me free. I think my curiosity would have grown into wanting to do this eventually. It was a natural progression as my sexuality matured after desiring to perform oral on a man. But being ****d accelerated that process and took away some of the the guilt and shame that would accompany asking for it.

"Here we go," he said. My fingering only lasted a few seconds, then he backed out. "Reach back and guide my cock into your ass," he commanded. I did as he wished, gripping his slippery cock behind the head and bringing him to the target. He spread my cheeks wide, making both our jobs easy and ensuring there would be no false starts.

He passed my barrier quite easily considering I'd never had comparable girth before. I still cried out, because the pain was there even though my tightness didn't block his insertion. I released my grip as I felt the shaft sliding between my fingers as it disappeared into my ass. I don't think he tore any flesh, but my unprepared muscles protested and my tissues stretched, causing pain. He drove forward, eager to complete the conquest. I felt him against my cheeks. He was in all the way. Offering no mercy, he immediately began to fuck me in and out.

My face was against the bed, and I reflexively bit a wadded up bit of comforter in my mouth as I coped with the surprise and pain. I realized the crude term "pillow biter" literally applied to me now. I looked at my wife, and now it was my turn to feel the shame. Not only could I not protect her, now I was being forced into what any straight man would perceive as the ultimate taboo act of feminization.

"Damn, that's nice," Short Guy said. "I ain't gonna last long. Hurry up and finish. I want to fuck her too before I cum."

"Working on it," Tall Guy said. He was fucking my wife harder now. Suddenly he pulled his cock all the way out and slapped Julia's ass very hard, enough to leave a red mark that would last for days. Her muscular thighs and what little fat she had on her slender ass quivered as they reverberated from the blow. Julia was too far gone now to scream. She just closed her eyes briefly as she absorbed the pain. Then Tall Guy drove his cock back in, forcing her traumatized pussy to queef as the big dick compressed the air inside her stretched pussy.

Confident we wouldn't risk making a move, he boldly set his gun down next to Julia. He used his free hand to yank and pull on her hair now, forcing her back to her elbows. He reached around and pinched her nipple with his other hand, clearly causing her more pain. "Damn, those are some tiny tits. You need some curves, girl. Those aren't even worth my time." Then he shoved her face back down onto the bed and continued to fuck her.

The cock in my ass didn't hurt any more. My new-found submissive feelings washed over me again, and it was amazing. I have no idea how I could feel all these emotions at the same time. Fear. Anger. Hatred. Lust. Submission. It made no sense. I was so confused. It was so different than with Julia fucking me. The grips on my hips were strong, and he was jerking my body forward and back in timing with his thrusts. His larger size took my breath away and made it hard to think about anything else. He was using me for his pleasure, completely oblivious to how I felt and what pace might suit my inexperienced ass better. Oddly, this turned me on more. Knowing he was using me, and that my ass was pleasing him perversely made me proud on some level.

I was used to unforgiving synthetic materials in the form of various dildos in my ass. I realized having real flesh and blood inside me was much better. The fact he was uncircumcised probably helped also, as his extra skin allowed his unit to tunnel in and out with less abrasion. Despite being so much bigger than anything I'd been fucked with, once my muscles relaxed, he felt so much better than anything I'd taken before. Short guy was commenting the whole time, making sure to demean me as much as possible during the ****. Perhaps because of my comment at the start about how I'd asked for a white guy, he played on the racial vibe with his cruelty, not hesitating to point out using various descriptions how he felt about my white ass impaled on his black cock. I suppose it was demeaning, but it certainly didn't turn me off.

I pushed back to meet his thrusts and flexed my muscles to grip his shaft. He was thrusting all the way in, his hips compressing my ass cheeks with each thrust. I didn't think I could take him that deep, but it was working. His pace was slow, though. I remembered when I took Julia's anal virginity how each inch of her ass provided such great stimulation all along my shaft, and it was best enjoyed with a slow ride. I hope Short Guy was getting a similar experience from fucking me. I sensed I couldn't cum with this stimulation alone, but I knew if I milked my own cock, I could get there in seconds. Then I remembered what my Julia was going through and couldn't think of my own pleasure for a while.

Short Guy cut the sex act short anyway after noticing my arousal. "What the fuck, man? You're enjoying it. I'm not gonna cum now," he said and yanked his cock out. I felt some of the squishy lube follow it out and drop down my leg. I'd read about how r****ts are driven by dominance and perhaps inducing pain. I was sure Short Guy wasn't so much into men as he was into making men his bitch. Once it was clear he was giving me what I wanted, he decided to pass and wait for his turn on my wife, who was still clearly not enjoying her ****. "Stand up. I've got the gun pointed at your head, so don't turn around." He moved to the side and back a bit. Now I was to the side and back of Julia, so I had a great view of the cock going in and out of her. She was again looking to the side at me with her face mashed into the bed.

Tall Guy moved his hands off her hips and used them to spread her cheeks. He began to pull all the way out of her pussy and pause for a second before driving back in balls-deep, perhaps because he had an audience now. This exaggerated the erotic sounds of the sex and put her pussy on lewd display for me. Each time he pulled out, erotic sucking sounds accompanied him due to the tight seal he formed with her. Her ample labia spread wide due to him pulling apart her cheeks, and a giant hole appeared as his enormous cock gaped her. Every time he drove in, she farted from all the compressed air and the open position of doggie. I'd only made her queef maybe once before, and I wasn't even sure if size had anything to do with it. Tall Guy made her do it about ten time in a row, her pussy noisily objecting to its plundering right when his cock passed about the maximum depth that mine could reach. Each balls-deep thrust was still accompanied by an uncontrollable grunt from my wife.

My cock was fully hard as I shamefully watched Julia endure the most traumatic experience of her life. I even imagined her getting a double penetration, her cute asshole a tempting sight above Tall Guy's probing unit. I'd only fucked Julia in the ass twice. Despite her seeming to like it okay after a lot of slow preparation, she reserved her backdoor for special occasions. I'm embarrassed to admit that part of me wanted to see them fill both her holes at the same time with big black cock.

Then Tall Guy changed focus. He grabbed her hips again and began to fuck her hard and fast. I could see it on his face as he concentrated and occasionally closed his eyes. He was trying to reach orgasm. Julia could tell. "Please don't cum in me," Julia begged, coming out of her trance for a moment.

I hoped he would comply. The thought of some thug depositing his filthy essence in my lovely bride was more than I knew I could take. At least she was on the pill and wouldn't get pregnant, but I shuddered to think of what diseases the r****t might be carrying.

"Don't worry, we don't leave DNA evidence," Tall guy said.

He fucked the shit out of my wife now as Short Guy and I looked on. I noticed at this point that a subtle shift had occurred without my noticing, possibly while I was concentrating on getting used to my own **** or watching him gape her. Her brow was sweaty from her exertion, but her weeping had stopped. She was looking forward now, her hands out front instead of limp by her side. It was hard to tell, but she seemed to be bracing herself against his forward thrusts or even pushing back a little.

Then what Julia did next removed all doubt as to whether she was aroused or not. I could see her muscles tense slightly in her face as she held her breath for a few seconds. This is just how Julia's body responded. When she approached orgasm, she would often have a mini one just for before the big one, not quite yet at the point of release. It didn't seem to be a real orgasm, but it was still a distinct event with its own physiological consequences. I knew her pussy was flooding his cock with a warm bath of fresh juices, and her tunnel was dilating more. Her flesh was becoming more sensitive, and the pleasurable feelings inside her were growing stronger. Then I saw her nose crinkle up in concentration as she started breathing and grunting again. This was always her next step. She was fluttering her toned pussy muscles, aggressively milking his cock to help her get off.

I'd been with many women, and Julia did this better than any of them. When this happened during our lovemaking, it was always the beginning of the end. The pleasure delivered to my own cock would go up exponentially with her skilled movements. I could never hold my load once this happened, and Tall Guy was no exception to the rule. When he realized what was happening, he slowed his thrusts to appreciate the sensations along his long cock as my wife honored him with her gift. After a few deep more thrusts, he let out a triumphant moan and, to my horror, proceeded to empty himself inside her unprotected pussy.

"Yeah, I lied, take my load, bitch," he said, grinding hard against her with his cock inserted all the way as he leaned down and put his weight on her torso.

"Eww, I can feel it. Gross," Julia said.

Tall Guy leaned over the bed and put his weight on her, suffocating my beautiful wife as his spasms slowed, then he quickly pulled out of her and moved out of the way. Immediately as the cock vacated, semen flowed out quickly behind it, a small river coating her large clitoral hood before dripping to the carpet. Despite its high viscosity, there was so much of it that it pushed out of her easily. Then the flow stalled, a white drop showing at her entrance, the rest inside waiting to slowly drip out later.

The mixed emotions hit me again. There was no doubt seeing her ooze a plentiful creampie appealed to my kinky side, as my consistent boner proved. But I was also ashamed as a feeling of disgust overcame me. My wife was dirty and used, and for a second I wondered if I could ever treasure her again.

Julia remained where she was, legs slightly spread, exhausted and afraid to move. I wished they would just leave so I could go to her and comfort her, but Short Guy hadn't finished yet. Tall Guy was now covering me with his weapon. Short Guy approached my Julia. "Stretch out on the bed, baby. You have to take care of me now."

Julia mustered her strength and climbed up on the bed. She relaxed on her back, her legs slightly spread. The motions caused her insides to adjust. Her vagina farted again, and a bit more of Tall Guy's load oozed out as she awaited her second r****t.

"Lift your legs, bitch. Let me in that nice pussy," Short Guy said. Julia had her head to the side, looking at me again. Fresh tears welled up in her red eyes as her confused emotions played games with her head. She lifted her legs as Short Guy took his cock which was still fresh with lube from my ass and brought it to her entrance. He wasn't gentle at all as he drove in to the hilt. She grunted softly, her pussy already stretched by Tall Guy's member. Short Guy transitioned to a new position, putting his arms behind Julia's knees, forcing her legs higher in the air and back toward her head. The position angled her vagina differently and made Short Guy's big dick feel even bigger. Julia felt a little bit of discomfort in this position even when I fucked her tiny pussy, and now she was taking a much bigger dick. Short Guy began a furious assault, his bloated balls slapping her upturned cheeks on each powerful thrust.

"That's it, you little whore, take my fucking dick," Short Guy said. He continued to taunt and demean her pretty much the entire time he fucked her. He reached down and pinched her nipples cruelly, causing her to cry out in pain and leaving them swollen and red atop her tiny chest.

I had a great view, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit I enjoyed seeing that large black cock pounding my wife's pussy. It was so much different than when I fucked her. The black member contrasted well against the natural red head's pale skin. Julia's large pussy lips usually closed and bunched up above my dick when I was in her hole. But with Short Guy, you could see the angle change as they were spread wider, the large labia remaining parted until they finally met at her clitoral hood. As the thicker cock forced her vagina to open more to the sides, it also retracted the clitoral hood nicely and pulled it downward, causing it to occasionally rub against his thick shaft. Julia's grunts were louder and more a****listic, perhaps even out of her control as the cock changed her anatomy as she adapted to more size. Her breathing was more labored as she dealt with the stress and increased arousal the cock brought.

It didn't take long for my wife to start to enjoy it, just like I thought she did at the end of Tall Guy's ****. Julia's indifferent, soft grunts grew loader and began to even sound like moans of pleasure. She didn't just stare blankly at me, she started looking at her r****t also and seemed to be encouraging him.

Short Guy's angle of penetration in this position ensured his large cockhead banged against the roof of her pussy and hit her G-spot in ways it had never been stroked before, then pushed past and rubbed against it as the head drove into the back of her pussy and filled her up. Her pussy was also stretched more than it had ever been, and she was starting to really like the intense friction as the large unit stimulated all the rich nerve endings in her expanded tunnel. This added to the extra stimulation of her clit the larger penis offered. She might have hated the thug, but his dick did more for her than mine ever could.

The next time her eyes met mine, her face had a contorted look to it that I had seen many times before while going down on her. It was her look just before climax. This time it wouldn't just be the mini one she had with Tall Guy. He had built her up, and Short Guy would take her the rest of the way home and make her cum. Each of her groans was in response to a wave of pleasure building on the previous one as she approached her apex and inevitable release. She deserved to cum, so I hoped it would happen.

Short Guy adjusted his position, moving his hands from behind her knees and laying his muscular chest flat on her, squashing her tiny tits. He faced away from her and seemed to be concentrating, perhaps also trying to cum. This allowed Julia to push her legs down and plant her feet on the bed. She lifted her butt slightly, changing the angle of attack to add just enough extra clitoral stimulation to push her over the edge. Suddenly she screamed as a huge orgasm originating from all the G-spot stimulation joined with the sensations in her swollen clit and rocked her world. It wasn't just a soft grunt or squeal like it was when she came with me, rather this was more primal and out of control, a true release of tons of pent up energy. I don't think Julia realized how loud she was cumming.

I watched in amazement as Julia's entire body responded to the powerful orgasm. Muscles rippled beneath her flesh in her arms and legs. I knew this was new ground for her. Something inside her had responded differently due to the new, powerful emotions she was experiencing, as well as the unfamiliar large size. This was undoubtedly the best orgasm of her life. It certainly seemed to last longer. As it trailed off, her moans turned to giggling for a few seconds, then those turned to sobs as her emotional roller coaster took her for a ride. Her tears were fresh as she lived through the guilt of actually enjoying the ****.

I was blown away. I had fucked Julia countless times before, most times significantly longer than this guy had plowed her. But I had never made her cum from penetrative sex alone. She needed me to go down on her, or she used a vibrator on her clit while I fucked her. This orgasm originated deep inside her and proved that I was incapable of satisfying her in ways that this r****t with his giant cock could. It was humbling to say the least.

"Holy shit, you made her cum," Tall Guy said.

Short guy didn't respond to the comment. Instead, he went ahead and asserted himself on how the act would end. "I'm going to come on your face. You keep your mouth open or I'll smash your teeth in, bitch."

Short Guy Put his head on the left side now, blocking my eye contact with Julia. Tall Guy didn't object as I took a couple steps back and moved behind the lovers to admire the penetration from below. I watched his rippling ass muscles as Short Guy propelled his cock into my wife at a faster pace as he struggled to climax. I had a great view of his balls slapping her ass cheeks and her pussy tight around his shaft. She was beautiful in this position, her large labia clinging to him tightly on each withdrawal. His cock was wet, as was the bed underneath her. My wife was oozing lubrication at a rate I had never seen from her.

Short Guy was ready. He slid up from between her legs and straddled her chest, his large cock fully erect as he hovered over her tits. If my wife had even modest-sized breasts and wasn't almost flat, he could have titty fucked her form this position. But instead he pumped his cock twice himself. "I'm cumming," he muttered. I admired his skill as he seemed to pull out of Julia's pussy right at his point of no return, but was able to casually move up to her face before pulling the trigger at will.

Julia remembered his threat and opened her mouth. She enjoyed taking my loads in the face, having done it many times, but I wasn't sure how she felt about someone else using her like this. Short Guy let out a loud groan, his large cockhead right at the tip of her outstretched tongue. The first volley was plentiful, hitting somewhere on the roof of her mouth with a copious trail of goo following it and spraying her tongue. His small convulsions threw off his aim, so the next volley went into her hair and left a couple drops on her cheek and nose. He grabbed a handful or her hair and jerked her head to hold her close, firing off five or six plentiful shots that were more accurate, leaving her mouth and lips a sticky mess.

Julia coughed a little halfway through, her fully reclined position making it harder to guard her airway as the semen pooled in the back of her mouth. I was impressed. Short Guy's loads were much larger than mine, and his ejaculatory pressure was higher. As he finished, he slapped her face a few times aggressively with his cock to further demean her and spread a few more drops around. My wife's mouth closed slightly, some of the semen coming out the left corner of her mouth, but she made no move to clean herself up or interact with us. She swallowed reflexively, making some of his disgusting semen a permanent deposit.

When Short Guy was done ejaculating, he reached back and grabbed her left hand. With a quick jerk, he pulled off the diamond engagement ring she was wearing, leaving the less expensive wedding band behind. She barely noticed, too weak and far gone perhaps to care. I think it might have been the first time the ring had come off in years. "You don't deserve to wear this. You won't be needing it anymore. Do you think your man is going to want to be with a slut that enjoyed getting turned into a cum dumpster for two black dudes? Your marriage is over. You're a dirty little whore now, and not worth anything to anyone." Then he slapped her cheek hard enough to turn her face to the side and make her squeal in surprise, but not hard enough to make much of the thick cum she was wearing on her face slide off.

Short Guy slid off her and put his pants back on, then both men had their guns trained on us again. Tall Guy took the lead with the farewell speech. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay in this room until we're long gone. If you call the police and report this, they won't find us. But we'll find you, and we'll kill you."

And just like that, they were gone. My wife didn't even move, she just stayed limp on the bed. She still had cum on her face, her legs slightly spread with the sticky remnants of an earlier load still on her genitalia. I was worried about her, but I couldn't go to her yet. The front door slammed. I peered between the blinds on our window overlooking the street to see the two men get into a car and speed off. Something wasn't right. They had parked right in front of the house, and I quickly read the license plate. How could they be so careless?

But as I considered these things and went out of the bedroom towards the front, I realized I had already forgotten their plate number. And because I was trying to focus on that, I hadn't even noticed what kind of car it was. "Blue sedan" wouldn't be enough to help the police. The stress was clouding my mind.

When I got to the front door, I was shocked at what I saw. All the stuff that they had taken, including passports, money, and jewelry was in a neat pile in the floor. I had a small table by the door, and a single white rose was left in a small vase. Next to it was the engagement ring and a business card with just the mysterious company's name on it. It was all part of the act. The only thing missing was the $500 I had left on the table for them as previously agreed. It was now payment for services rendered.

I came back to the room with the rose. It was white, which stood for innocence and secrecy. I guess it was half correct; we certainly wouldn't be telling anyone else about these humbling events. Julia hadn't moved, and she met my eyes and noticed the rose. I told her the news. "I'm so sorry, love. I don't know how I could have let this happen to you."

She skipped the small and got right to the point. "It was amazing. Start to finish, I loved every minute." She still seemed dazed, but I could tell she meant every word.

I was shocked, but if I had been paying closer attention to her needs and fantasies, I wouldn't have been. It shouldn't have made any sense, but yet it did. Julia didn't have any psychological problems. There was no c***dhood abuse, no weird sadomasochism. But it wasn't just the pleasurable part of the **** at the end she liked. She even enjoyed the pain, the humiliation, the threats, the loss of control, all of it. And I had to wonder, was there anything really wrong with that? I had to admit, I enjoyed getting fucked also. Maybe we were too worried about what society told us what was acceptable.

"I only have one concern," she said. I waited. "Were they right? That you wouldn't want to be with me anymore?" As if to accentuate that point, Julia still had semen on her face. A large dollop was below her nose and had worked its way down to the edge of her lip. She didn't bother to wipe it or any of the rest of it off or to lick her lips. She apparently felt she deserved to wear the evidence for a while as punishment. Her right eye was already starting to swell, with blood pooling behind the skin from Short Guy's punch.

This was actually a good question, one I didn't know the answer to until she asked. But the entire night had been one of self-discovery for me too. My true feelings were obvious to me now. "I loved watching them take you. I loved it when I was forced also." I sat on the bed next to her and held out my hand for her. I took the ring and put it back on her finger, and she finally allowed herself a small grin, and there was definitely a hint of mischief in it.

I leaned in and gave her a lingering kiss before backing up a few inches to look in her eyes. Her lips were slightly sticky from leftover cum, but the taste was faint so far. I had never tasted semen, but now I was very curious. I stuck out my tongue and pulled in most of the large drop clinging to her upper lip into my mouth. The taste was stronger now, slightly sweet and smelling of ammonia. I knew I was rock hard without looking. It was a huge turn on, not necessarily because I liked the taste, but because I knew it was someone else's load after violating my wife.

I kissed her again, this time our tongues intertwined inside in each other's mouths. She had cum in her mouth still also, and now the scent and taste hit me really hard. There were a lot of kisses in our marriage worth remembering, the first one after our third date, the one when we said "I do", but none topped that one, when we shared someone else's load. There was so much emotion in that kiss: the surprise that we loved each other more after what we'd gone through, the kinky aspect of sharing a load, and the leftover adrenaline from getting ****d.

There was a clingy aspect and desperation to her kiss. I could tell she needed us to be intimate and reclaim our relationship after sharing ourselves. The kiss still lasted for a long time as I knelt over her on the bed. Gradually, the essence of Short Guy's load faded, and then Julia moved her leg closest to me to my other side, pulling me between her legs. I wanted to go down her and take a closer look at her ravaged pussy. I knew by now that that would really turn me on. But Julia did not allow it. She reached down between her legs, finding my rock hard cock and bringing it to her moist lips.

Her hand guided me as I continued to kiss her. I pressed forward into her, sliding effortlessly to the hilt in her blown out pussy. It was like she was a completely different woman. I had expected changes but was still shocked by what I found.

"Wow," she said.

"Yeah," I replied. "Can you feel the difference?"

"I can't really feel anything," she said.

I began to pump in and out. We continued to kiss, and our love for each other and the emotional connection was stronger than ever, but it was impossible to ignore the lack of fireworks down below. I realized now this was why in my email I had requested a smaller penis. It wasn't because I was worried a large one would hurt Julia. It was because I was insecure and didn't want to feel like less of a man when I went after him. And that is exactly what had happened. I felt tiny now, almost irrelevant. But I was surprised at how much I liked that, and how much I enjoyed the feel of her loose pussy.

I could tell Julia was getting annoyed. She was always the best fuck I'd ever had among the many women I'd bedded. Her high rating arose from the proactive way she fucked. She gyrated her hips and responded to my thrusts with just the right pressure and skilled movements to get me off. She also had excellent internal control with her strong muscles to grip and manipulate my penis. These were muscles she trained often through a strict kegeling routine just so she could be a better lover. All of that was gone. She was in missionary position, which limited her movements already. And on the inside, Julia was a new woman, her vagina unable to close the gap and grip my shaft like the old days.

Julia broke the kiss of after a few minutes, looking away from me and clearly agitated. "You're too small. I think they ruined me. Their dicks were so big."

"They did. It will never be the same. But it won't change how I feel about you."

"Me either," she said, smiling at me. The connection we had was hard to explain. We were not putting each other down, but rather were feeding into the **** fantasy, continuing to acknowledge our submissive moods. It turned us on to talk like this. I looked into my wife's eyes as we both tried to cum, knowing we couldn't, and I'd never loved her more or been more excited to fuck her.

Before in our extensive sex life, Julia's pussy was in a varying state of texture and tightness depending on her arousal and other factors, but one thing was always consistent: from the moment I buried my cock in her, it was a battle of wills not to cum too fast. That was no longer the case. She was definitely a lot looser, and I just could not get the necessary stimulation to climax despite being hornier than I had ever been. I was always a hard cummer, perhaps from too much masturbation as a teenager getting used to a tight grip. It's one of the things I liked about Julia. Her tightness helped me get home.

I began to fuck her harder, desperate to increase the stimulation and end the act. I knew Julia must be getting raw, and I was sweating on her a lot by now. She was frustrated too, her pussy unable to fulfill its purpose and get me off. I had to concentrate and try to find angles that worked, and even then I could only get so close to a climax. It was even more frustrating since I had never been so horny in all my life and knew I could bring myself off in about two seconds. I gave up and went to the backup plan. "Hold on," I said and pulled out. I pumped my cock a few times, quickly sending me to the point of no return. "Here it comes," I groaned, plunging myself back into her sloppy wet pussy as I ejaculated.

She laughed and smiled as I finally finished. "Good job, husband," she said.

It felt good to finally empty myself of all the built up hormones. It also reassured me somewhat to fill up her pussy and perhaps displace some of her first r****t's semen inside her. But as soon as my arousal left me as my refractory period began, the guilt set in. Looking into my lover's eyes, one of which was swollen, didn't help. But I could see behind those eyes into her mind and knew we would be okay. We would never be the same together, but the night had brought us closer.

I recalled the company we had contracted with had a satisfaction guarantee program. We did not contact them for any refunds. They were worth every penny of what they charged us.

We moved on with our lives after that strange night, neither of us bearing any psychological scars. I did notice differences in Julia's pussy that were permanent. She tightened back up a little, but she was never the same as before. The difference was subtle, but I was sure of it. Nevertheless, after that night, our sex life was even better. Instead of her needing big dick, she was even more satisfied with mine despite the difference. She could also orgasm now during intercourse, not just oral sex. It was as if she had learned how to orgasm this way after the black men had broken the ice and taught her how her body worked.

I never had any other bi experiences, but Julia still strapped one on for special occasions, and I enjoyed thinking of that moment when a complete stranger forced me to bend over so he could fuck me in the ass.