Then, almost lazily, I saw him reach into his jeans pocket and pull out something like a toothpaste tube. I frowned. What was it?
He smirked at me. Then he ran a hand over my wife’s naked, flexing ass.
I jumped up out of my chair. “No!”
Heather had never taken it up the ass. We’d never even experimented there. I couldn’t bear the idea of her innocence being corrupted in that way.
Unseen by Heather, Lance squeezed a big gob of clear lube onto his fingers and rubbed it mockingly between them.
“No! Lance, no! She’s never done it there! Please!” And then I realized that no one could hear me. Lance’s laptop, the only place I could be seen and heard, was sitting unattended in his office while he had his way with my wife.
Lance moved closer in behind Heather, tightly sandwiching her between them. I saw his arm lower between her legs, but I only knew the exact moment his slippery fingers pressed against her anus when I saw her eyes open and her head jerk up off Tony’s shoulder.
“Relax,” said Tony. “It’ll feel good.”
“I—I—” Heather sucked in a deep lungful of air, and I imagined Lance’s fingers circling her virgin asshole. “I’m not sure if—”
“He’s not going to do anything,” Tony told her. He’d slowed down, thrusting in long, silky strokes. “He’ll just touch you there. Relax.”
She bit her lip and lowered her head back onto his shoulder. I could see Lance’s arm moving behind her as his fingers circled and circled….
And then Lance looked at the camera again and gave me a wolfish smile. And then his arm moved toward the camera. Heather gave a gasp, and I guessed that a finger had just pressed its way inside her.
“Bastard!” I almost spat
Heather was still flexing her groin against her lover, but now she’d added something else. As Lance sunk his finger deeper and deeper, I could see her hips begin to circle. Tiny circles at first, then more and more desperately. Lance’s arm was moving back and forth now, fucking her with his finger.
“Feels good,” Lance whispered in her ear. “Doesn’t it?
I saw her body tighten in response.
He reached around and pinched a nipple. “Doesn’t it?” he repeated.
This time, she nodded.
He leaned closer, his lips almost at her ear, but his eyes looked straight at the camera. “Would you like me to fuck your ass?” he asked her softly.
“No!” I shouted. “No!”
Heather was softly panting through her nostrils now. Tony had slowed his thrusts until he was barely moving in her, driving her crazy with frustration, and I could see her hips grinding desperately, needing the friction within her. She shook her head uncertainly, long hair tossing. “I—I don’t know. I’ve never done it.”
I saw her glance at the screen. But, of course, no “RED” appeared there telling her to stop. I could almost see it going through her head: Glen must think it’s okay….
“No!” I said. “No! It’s not okay! I don’t want you to!”
But she kept staring at the screen. And when the word didn’t appear, her eyes gleamed with arousal.
She did want it. She just wanted to know I was okay with it.
She nodded.
“Tell me,” said Lance. He slowly unfastened his jeans and pushed them down his hips. He actually raised himself up off the bed a little for my benefit, so that I could see the thick length of him. My eyes bulged. He was at least as big as Tony. She couldn’t take him in her ass!
But Heather, who couldn’t see his size, pushed her hips back against him. “Yes….” she said softly. “Yes, I think I want to.”
Lance grinned at me and then lay down behind her. Her position, with Tony between her thighs, meant she was already spread open for him. Tony stopped thrusting for a second. Lance grabbed her hip with one hand and took his cock in the other, guiding it to her….
I saw her eyes widen as she felt the blunt head of him press against her lubricated opening. It must have been the first time she realized how big he was. “W—Wait,” she gasped.
But Lance had no intention of waiting. With a final grin over her shoulder at me, he started to push.
Heather’s eyes widened and I almost sobbed. My beautiful wife was about to be fucked by two men at the same time, her innocence lost forever, and there was nothing I could do about it!
“Ah…” Lance breathed. “God, you’re tight, Heather. Really tight.” I saw his hips pressing forward and Heather gasped. “So tight it’s hard to—” His hips pressed again.
“S—Stop!” Heather said in a high voice, her hands clutching at Tony’s back. Tony had stopped thrusting for a second and lay there holding her tightly, kissing her neck.
“Oh, but you don’t really mean that, do you, Heather?” Lance’s voice was a low growl. “You want it. Don’t you?”
I could see Heather battling with herself, wanting the pleasure but fearful of pain. At last, she nodded.
And he continued. Millimeter by tight millimeter. I couldn’t see him entering her but, as before, everything I needed to know was written on my wife’s face—every feeling of being stretched, of his hard male flesh forcing its way into her tight, virgin opening. Until at last, with a sudden gasp of “Oh!” I knew that the head had popped in, and that she’d felt her body close tightly around the slimmer shaft, trapping him there. I could see her eyes go wide and panicked as her body tried to clamp down, as she realized she was now powerless to keep out the invader, even if she wanted to.
The mood changed.
Tony started to thrust again, and Heather gasped as Lance’s cock moved inside her. I could see Lance slowly beginning to thrust as well, sinking more and more of his large cock into her.
“Stop!” My fists were balled into fists. “You can’t use her like this!”
Lance was panting in her ear now. “You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he breathed.
“W—What?” gasped Heather.
She was in their power, now—sandwiched between them, without hope of escape, even if she’d wanted to flee…and I knew that she didn’t. They could dispense with the coaxing and gentleness now, and show their true natures.
“Cheating on your husband,” Tony panted. His naked ass was flexing lewdly now as he began to slam his cock into her. “Two fucking you at once.”
“N—No,” said Heather. “It’s not like that!” Her eyes were screwed closed, as if to block out their words.
Lance grunted from behind her. “God, she’s tight.” He made it sound like he was speaking to Tony, but I knew he intended the words for me. “Perfect, tight little ass. It’s just made for fucking.”
Heather thrashed her head against Tony’s shoulder in denial, and then her eyes opened wide as Lance gave a final grunt and hilted himself inside her. He gave another little jerk of his hips and I saw Heather jump at how deep he was. I knew the two cocks must be rubbing together inside her, separated by only the thinnest of membranes.
“Now,” said Lance. And curled his fingers around Heather’s hip, grinning at me.
Please don’t, I thought. Please don’t use her like that. But I knew it was hopeless.
They began to fuck her, her beautiful body trapped between them as their cocks pumped into her. Thanks to their position on their sides, neither man had to support himself and that meant they had their hands free. Tony reached up and started to squeeze Heather’s breasts, catching her nipples between fingers and thumbs and jerking them as he thrust. Lance reached around with one hand, felt between the writhing bodies, and did something close to her groin. I guessed he was playing with her clit and, when I heard Heather’s rising cries, I knew I was right. The pleasure had overtaken any pain, and she was lost in it, spiraling higher and higher….
“She’s going to come for us,” said Tony.
“She’s going to come with a big cock up her ass and another in her pussy,” Lance told him. “That’s what she needs. That’s always been what she need
ed. Her husband just didn’t know it.”
I saw Heather glance at the screen again. God, it still wouldn’t say “RED.” She must think that I was enjoying the whole show, that I liked seeing her used like this!
I looked down guiltily at the bulge in my pants.
No.
But as the two men brought her closer and closer to the edge, I couldn’t help myself. Watching her gasping, panting face, seeing her full breasts roughly squeezed by Tony’s oil-stained fingers, listening to Lance’s grunts as he stuffed his cock into her tight ass again and again…I was stroking myself before I even realized I was doing it—slowly at first, and then faster and faster, moving from merely touching myself to actually jacking off. They were fucking her, whether I jacked off to it or not, I figured. What harm could it do?
The men thrust harder, faster, Heather’s delicate body no more than a toy between them, a sex doll to be used for their pleasure.
“I’m going to,” said Lance tightly. “I’m going to come right up her ass.”
“Me too,” Tony told him. “Good thing you had that shot, huh, Heather? Or you might go home to hubby with a baby in that tummy.”
Heather writhed in lust and humiliation, her breathing ragged. But that wasn’t enough for them.
“Tell us,” Lance said. “Tell us you want to come inside you.”
I could have wept. They were going to make her beg them to do it, even when they knew she was completely unprotected.
“Yes,” Heather gasped. “I—I want to feel it. I want to feel you shoot inside me.”
“Both of us?” Tony asked. His thrusts were building to a frenzy.
“B—Both of you,” Heather panted.
I couldn’t believe it—this was my wife, my intelligent, shy wife, who had never done anything perverse her entire life, who felt guilty if she so much as stared at a hot guy. How could she ask two men to come inside her?
“Take it,” Lance told her. “Take it, you dirty. Little. Whore.” He punctuated his cruel words with thrusts and then clutched her tight against him. Heather cried out, and I knew hot jets of cum must be flooding her ass.
Almost simultaneously, Tony thrust deep inside her and unloaded. I could see his naked ass clenching again and again as he shot inside her. I imagined it plastering the entrance to her cervix. She thought she was protected—she didn’t know her body was still on its usual cycle, and that she was just entering her fertile period.
Maybe it was the sensation of it, but I could see Heather begin to shudder between them as she, too, reached her peak. Her hands tightened around Tony’s back, her hips rolling against him as he filled her up. And to my shock, I felt myself lurch past the point of no return, too, my own cock jumping and spurting in my hand, some of the cum hitting me on the cheek, I was so unprepared for it.
Both men pressed into her for long minutes as they finished. They slowly withdrew, leaving her sprawled on the bed as they hitched up their jeans. “Good fuck,” Lance told her. “We’ll have to do that again soon.” He led the way out of her room, and when Tony closed the door behind them my wife was left lying there on her side, eyes closed. Her legs had flopped together when they’d withdrawn from her, but I could still see how puffy and slick her pussy lips were, and the white fluid that showed between them.
I looked down at myself, disgusted. God, had I really jacked off to my wife being fucked? What the hell was wrong with me? I ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, then hurried back to see what Heather was doing.
She was easing herself off the bed, moving slowly, as if she was sore. She wrapped a blanket around her almost-naked body and walked carefully over to the desk. I saw her bite her lip before she maximized the chat window. “Honey?” she asked. “Are you still there?”
There was no reply for a moment. Then Lance typed Still here! God, that was incredible!
“You aren’t angry?” Heather asked in a small voice.
No! Not at all! I would have said RED if I wanted you to stop. It was perfect. You were perfect. You’re gorgeous.
Heather let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” she said. “I thought it went too far. Lance was….” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Big.”
I seethed inside, imagining Lance preening at that comment. They didn’t hurt you, did they? he typed.
“No. I’m a little sore. But it was worth it.” She smiled a little. “God, it was unbelievable, when both of them were in me. I’m so glad you’re okay with it. I really wasn’t sure you would be.”
Darling, always remember this. Lance typed. As long as you’re having fun, I’m okay with it.
I watched the words appear with horror. What?!
“Really?” asked Heather. She bit her lip again. “Are you sure?”
Absolutely. I loved it, typed Lance. They both seem really good guys.
“They were a little…cruel.” But she said it with a breathy catch in her voice. “Calling me ‘slut’ and things.”
But it looked like you enjoyed that, Lance typed.
Heather looked away from the screen for a second, then looked back and nodded. “Yes. I wouldn’t want to admit that to them, but…yes. I did.”
I groaned inside. She had just admitted it to them! Next time, they’d treat her like a real slut.
“I need to sleep,” Heather said, and blew me a kiss.
I sat there after she’d cut the connection, trying to make sense of my feelings. I was angry…but not with her. Shocked, maybe, that this woman I’d known for so many years had such powerful, hidden urges. I’d always known that she looked at other guys, and when she’d had sex with Tony that first time it had been obvious that she longed to be fucked, and by a cock bigger than mine. But that wasn’t the same as what had just happened. They’d treated her like their own personal fuck doll, as something to be used, not something to be adored. And she’d liked it.
My guts twisted. When she finally came home, I was going to have to pretend that it had been me behind Lance’s words, that I’d loved every second of what she’d done. I wasn’t sure if I could do that, even though I knew the truth would devastate her. But what really disturbed me was my own reaction. I didn’t love it—I hated it—and yet it had made me come harder than anything I’d ever known. How was that possible?
I was starting to think that I knew myself even less well than I knew my wife.
At that moment, the laptop chimed. An email, and not from Heather. From Lance. Look what I just posted to the forum, he’d written, together with a link. I clicked on it, fear clutching at my heart.
I was right to be afraid. Under the delightful title “Heather gets two cocks up her,” he’d posted a video of the whole thing. And in the corner of the screen he’d included the video from my own camera. It showed me staring in dismay as Tony bent my wife over the desk and fucked her, then my shock as Lance walked in. Horror as Lance announced his intention to fuck her ass—
“Oh, no—” I said aloud. “Please, no!” I’d just remembered what I’d done next.
As Tony and Lance double-fucked my wife, I saw myself take my hard cock from my pants and begin to stroke myself. Now that I’d seen the other guys’ cocks, my own seemed pitifully small in comparison. I watched myself jerking off frantically to the sight of other men fucking my wife and then—the ultimate humiliation—my own cum hitting me in the face as I shot.
Just in the time I’d taken to watch the video, there were already five pages of cackling responses from the crew.
His cock’s like a cocktail sausage! Was he really fucking that sweet piece of ass with that?
Holy shit, no wonder she’s fucking around.
He was the weirdest O-face!
And the one that worried me most of all:
He really does get off on her being used. Fuck it, let’s wear the bitch out and give him a thrill.
I groaned and buried my face in my hands. I’d never felt more humiliated, and now I knew that Lance would never listen to any of my pleas. He’d think now
that I was turned on by the whole thing, that the more he fucked Heather, the more I’d get off on it…and the worst part was, I wasn’t sure he was wrong.
***
The rest of Heather’s stay on the rig dragged slowly by, day by agonizing day. After that first time, Tony never came back to Heather’s room alone. Lance would take her from behind on the bed, his pounding hips pushing her mouth forward onto Tony’s cock. Or one of them would sit on the edge of the bed and have Heather slowly sit down on their erect cock, her own weight forcing it inside her ass, before the other one got between her spread thighs and fucked her. I noticed that they always made her face the camera, so that I could see her reddened, gasping face as she came again and again. They never used condoms, and we were well into Heather’s fertile period now. Every time I saw one of them come in her pussy I winced, imagining what might be happening.
The drilling stayed on track, thanks to Heather’s help, and the company had nothing but praise for the way she’d decoded the rock strata and helped them to avoid broken drill bits. Everyone was happy and working hard—Heather was getting to live out all her filthiest fantasies and the crew looked forward to watching her get fucked in her room every night. The only miserable one was me.
The day before Heather was due to leave was her birthday. I’d sent her a present weeks before, care of the oil company, wanting to ensure that it got there in good time. Back then, Lance’s cruel games had only just begun and I’d held out some forlorn hope that it would reach her. I knew better, now.
I was right. That evening, Heather excitedly called me and showed me the present I’d bought her. Except it wasn’t my present at all. I’d bought her a tasteful silver bracelet. This was a dress, and tasteful wasn’t a word that could be applied to it.
It was dark blue, and covered…no, coated her body from upper thigh to just above her nipples. Essentially just a stretchy tube, it showed off every curve of her full breasts and pert ass, leaving a generous amount of cleavage exposed and almost all of her long legs on display. It was so tight that it was clear she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She’d put her high heels on to go with it, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from crawling all the way up from her ankles to under the hem.
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