A Mistake That Cost Me Dearly

Because of this, we had long periods of time alone to talk although Kyle and Drew were always close enough that Kristen couldn't sneak away. At first, Kristen viewed me with complete disgust but as we continued I felt that I was making some progress in getting back in her graces, at least she was talking. I knew it would be a long, slow struggle but still, I was encouraged that I seemed to be making some progress, however slight.

Ruth Ann seemed to be holding no interest in me or our situation. She was out of sight most of the time and the few times she was around she avoided eye contact with me. The thought had crossed my mind to try and use her to help make our escape but without some indication of compassion it didn't seem worth the risk.

Tuesday was even better for us than the day before as Wayne never appeared during the day and although he took her to bed that night he, according to Kristin, immediately went to sleep and again left her unmolested.

It was now Wednesday morning and after three good nights we were hopeful that the interest of Wayne had evaporated and that Kristen might get out of this with no more attention. The day started out that way but unfortunately, our hope ended up being shattered.

We had sat around the whole day talking and trying to pass the boredom. The men had been busy working until late afternoon when a cold front must have come through because the temperature dropped dramatically. In the run down and drafty house, we could feel the cold quickly. Kyle and Drew had come in complaining of it and before long had started drinking whiskey. I knew immediately this was not going to be a good thing and the fact that Ruth Ann and Wayne were nowhere to be seen only fueled my fears. They had been doing their boozing for over an hour and a half, keeping mostly to the kitchen, when they decided to join us.

Kyle carried a half gallon of cheap bourbon which they simply poured over ice in plastic cups. They flopped down onto chairs in the room with us with Kyle looking much worse for wear than Drew.

"We thought we'd join you kids. I'm tired of his lousy bullshit anyway." Drew said with a slight slur.

"Fuck you." Was all that his brother could offer in response as his head lolled from side to side.

"Looks like Wayne's done lost interest in you." Drew said as a taunt.

Neither Kristen nor I responded and I hoped that they would find something else to occupy their drunken state.

"Goddamn Kyle, look at what shitty hosts we are. We haven't given Kurt or Ms. Kristen a drink" Drew stated kicking the side of his brother's leg.

"We don't want anything." I said trying to head them off.

"Bullshit. Kyle, go get us some more cups." His brother commanded.

Kyle staggered off down the hall and came back with two cups half filled with ice. He put them on the table and Drew poured a good portion into each cup and then handed them to us.

"We don't want any." I said.

"Drink." He shot back with a fiery look.

I took a slow sip of my whiskey and saw his stare turn to Kristen who then followed me and did the same. Kristen is not much of a drinker, limiting herself mostly to wine at special dinner occasions, so when the strong liquid hit her throat she began coughing.

"Take it slow at first. You'll get used to it." He explained.

Drew launched off on a long monologue describing a variety of topics including his work, his girlfriends, hunting and the politics of gun control. The only interruptions were his directions to us to keep up with the drinking and friendly insults directed towards his brother Kyle. Despite my attempts to drink slowly, I could feel the warm feeling from inside my body that comes from whiskey. When he demanded that our cups be refilled, I could see that Kristen had almost finished hers.

"Wayne getting any better?" Kyle asked through half closed eyes catching Kristen off guard.

"Uh, what do you mean?" She replied.

"He fucking you better?" He clarified.

"Now Kyle, Ms. Kristen is a lady and she ain't got to tell you about her new husband." Drew answered saving Kristen from replying.

Drew tried to engage us in conversation but we only gave terse one or two word replies so after several attempts, he launched off on his own tales again which seemed to make him happy. Another thirty minutes went by then he demanded that we finish up and get a refill. By now, Kyle was slumped in his chair with his chin resting on his chest one step away from passing out.

Looking at Kristen I could see that she was feeling the effects of the whiskey. She had a slight smile on her face and her eyes were glazed. Because of the cold, she had been allowed to put a thin shawl across her legs but she was still without her bra or panties and I could see that her nipples were showing through her tight shirt.

"We don't want anymore." I said putting my cup down.

"Pick the cup up. You'll keep drinking till I say stop." He announced with the same fiery look.

By the end of the third cup I knew I was quite drunk and could only guess at where Kristen was given her small size. Because of our state he had gotten us to engage a bit more into the conversation. Particularly Kristen, which gave me another reason to think she was drunk. Her nipples were now poking hard through the material and though nothing was said I could see Kyle staring at them openly.

"WAYNE." Drew yelled down the hall suddenly making Kristen and I bolt upright.

Soon, Wayne came padding down the hall looking very meek and concerned.

"Yes Drew?" He asked in a childlike voice and I sensed he had some bad experiences with his drunken brothers before.

"Don't you want your wife?" Drew asked him.

"I'm scared." He answered.

"Scared? She ain't going to hurt you." He said to him sounding annoyed.

"Not her. You and Kyle." He replied confirming my suspicions.

"Oh hell Wayne. You're fine. Take your woman to bed before I do." He told him.

Wayne got a look of relief on his face and shuffled towards the door looking at Kristen. Kristen looked at me and then Drew and without a word rose and joined him in the room with the door closing behind them.

"You asshole. He doesn't want her you're just doing this to humiliate us." I said to him the whiskey driving my temper.

"You're the goddamn asshole. You chase after my sister and make her feel special then drop her flat." He said rising from his chair before regaining his composure and sitting back down.

I was angry and breathing heavily but knew I had no hope in a fight. We sat there staring at each other both of us loathing the other. This went on until our attention was diverted to the bedroom when Wayne's familiar grunts started coming through the door. Like the other initial times with Wayne, he lasted only a few minutes before he roared out during his ejaculation.

"Your wife must have a hell of a pussy to milk a cock that fast." Drew said baiting me.

Rather than take the bait, I leaned back into the couch and pretended to be falling asleep.

I could hear him sipping his whiskey for several minutes before I actually did doze off. I awoke with a start sometime later and could see that Drew had left and Kyle had fallen onto the floor passed out. Getting up, I turned off the light and went back to the couch and stretched out. Just as I was about to drift off, I heard noises in the bedroom followed by Wayne's telltale grunts.

I listened for several minutes knowing he would last longer this time. Once again, I tried to stay put and not look but eventually I lost my willpower. I moved quietly to the door checking Kyle over my shoulder as I put my hand on the knob. Turning it slowly and pushing the door gently I stood in the small opening letting my eyes focus on the sight in front of me trying to take in the details with only the outside ambient light peeking through the curtains providing any illumination.

They were coupled in the missionary position like the last time I watched and Wayne was fucking her very slowly. Like before her body, except for her arms and legs, were covered by his large frame. They were in the same basic position but something was different and in my drunken state it took me a while to realize that the sounds from Kristin this time were different. These were not the result of the physical force of his body against her but were in fact soft moans of arousal.

At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me and shook my head to clear it but the excited sounds didn't go away. For a moment, my mind tried to rationalize that they must be from pain, the soreness from all the sex but listening closely it was clear that her sounds were from pleasure.

Kristen's hands were by her side and like before her legs were spread but her feet were now hovering off the mattress. One minute turned to two and then three as Wayne kept up his slow pace. Wayne's head had been resting next to Kristen's but suddenly he raised himself on his arms and arched his back as if stretching. At first, I thought Kristen would be able to see me and I shrunk back but her eyes remained blocked by Wayne's large body. Whatever the reason for Wayne's movement, it had an immediate effect on Kristen. Her legs lifted further so that her knees pulled back towards her body, her hands grabbed Wayne's arms at the elbows and she let out a long sexy moan.

Wayne only stayed in this position for a short period before dropping back down as before. When he did, I could hear Kristen whimper in frustration and her legs moved as if trying to find the right position for contact with his cock. Eventually, she seemed to find it with her knees pulled up even closer to her chest.

"Ohhh, mmm, mmm" I could hear her sounds coming from beneath Wayne growing in intensity.

Wayne seemed oblivious to the arousal he was causing and kept his slow and steady pace. Even in the cold, I could see sweat beads start to form on his back then run across his sides. Kristen's hands had traveled up his arms and were now resting on his shoulders. Her sounds were becoming more distinct and deliberate too.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh..." She gasped softly in rhythm to his strokes.

I thought about screaming for them to stop but something held me back and kept me riveted to my spot. I couldn't believe this backwoods, challenged man was exciting my wife. As I stood there thinking about how this was occurring, it dawned on me that in their current position, the upturned shape of his cock was likely causing his head to rub across her g-spot with each stroke.

Wayne's motions were relentless as he drove his large cock into her once small pussy. Kristen's left hand was still on his shoulder but her right hand had wandered to his lower back as if to guide his motions.

"Don't stop." I heard her say as a soft plea when Wayne's movements halted for a second. Amazingly, he did resume and her knees raised further until her feet were touching his ass. Her soft sounds soon returned too.

This was Kristen's normal position to orgasm and she seemed to be very close although wary of making any sound. Suddenly, Kristen's body stiffened once, then twice and sharp spasms quickly followed wracking through her as she kicked her legs into the air like some cowboy spurring a bucking bronco. Both hands went to Wayne's ass and I could see the muscles in her arms stand out as she pulled herself hard against him.

"Oh God, don't stop Wayne." She panted in a heavy whisper that was clearly audible to me.

Wayne's pace never altered and even as she began to catch her breath and come down he stayed in rhythm and continued his grunting noises. Kristen's hands had fallen back to his elbows and her legs were down so that her feet were wrapped behind his ass. Wayne had just fucked my beautiful wife to a powerful orgasm and yet seemed completely unaware.

As the sounds of her breathing faded the room once again was turned over to the relentless grunting of Wayne as he fucked Kristen. He was like a marathoner in stride having found that perfect pace that allowed him to continue. In my mind, this was as long as he had ever lasted and I wondered what was now propelling his body and what was keeping him from releasing.

Whatever the cause, Kristen seemed to be the beneficiary as I stood and watched her accept his curved cock. Without warning, Kristen put her hands on his shoulders and then spoke.

"Wayne, stop. Please stop." She said in a soft whisper.

After several seconds of no response, she tried again.

"Please stop. Just for a second." She said to him putting her hand on the side of his head.

"Not done yet." He answered in a confused voice.

"Just for a second Wayne." She now said almost begging.

Wayne slowed and then stopped and Kristen guided his hips to the side so his cock left her pussy. I thought that she had had enough and was going to ease from under him but instead she reached for the bottle of lubricant and poured a healthy portion in her hand then brought her hand between them and out of my line of sight. I had eased the door closed as Wayne moved to shield myself from her view but I was still able to see her use the lotion then guide Wayne back inside her and continue their coupling.

Wayne quickly regained his pace but now I could hear a squishing sound as his cock now plunged into her well lubricated pussy. Wayne did his stretch again and lifted himself onto his hands and off her body. This time though he stayed this way as they continued to fuck.

"Ohhh, mmm, ohhh..." Kristen whined as her legs began to move to find the right angle.

Wayne was soaked with his own sweat and when he lifted from Kristen I could see that her body was wet as well. From my vantage point, I couldn't see Wayne's face well but he seemed to have a distant, slack jawed look and saliva was dripping from his open mouth onto Kristen's neck. In this new position, somehow he kept up his same never ending motion and soon I could see Kristen's body giving off signs of her renewed excitement.

Kristen's legs started going into the air again and her hips freed from his weight were now rocking in time with his pace. My God I thought to myself, this retarded bastard is going to make her cum again. And, in less than a minute he did just that.

"Oh...Oh God...Oh my God...Oh Wayne..." She cried to her simple lover as her spasms signaled her second climax.

I watched her body release then come down from her orgasm and still Wayne kept going. Again, she stopped him but this time Kristen turned over into a doggie position and offered her ass to him. Wayne seemed reenergized by this and it was only a short time before I could sense that he was building towards his own climax. Wayne's hands were on her hips and Kristen's head was on the mattress with her black hair spilled around her. I could still hear a slurping sound from her wet pussy and then watched as she reached and took his hand and brought it to her breast.

"Oh!" Wayne said momentarily stopping his staccato grunts then starting again.

After that, his thrusts lost their natural pace and became more urgent. Seconds later, he threw his head back and his roar filled the room and the house as he emptied himself again in Kristen. I sensed that she may have experienced a small orgasm too as I watched her hands squeeze the mattress and her ass grind into Wayne's crotch as he came. Whether or not, I had just watched Wayne take my wife and bring her to at least two sexual peaks. With them still coupled, I eased the door closed and went to the couch and masturbated until I spilled my own seed across my belly. Afterwards as I was drifting to sleep, I convinced myself that it was the liquor that had made Kristen lose control and give in to Wayne's large cock.

Thursday was a very quiet day. Wayne disappeared early and we only saw Drew and Kyle twice and only for short periods. Of course, they made a point of trying to humiliate us each time but that was becoming harder to do.

Several times, I thought about telling Kristen I had witnessed her orgasms. But I couldn't see how that conversation would end well so I held myself back. I rationalized that if we were able to patch up our marriage there would be a time to discuss it but it wasn't now. Kristen was scared about what would happen to us at the end of the week and although I wasn't convinced myself, I calmed her buy saying that if they had wanted to kill us they could have done that long ago.

Exhausted from the boredom, Kristen had gone into the bedroom to sleep when Ruth Ann appeared before me.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I didn't want to tell them but they made me." She said sounding very sincere.

"It's not your fault Ruth Ann. I'm sorry how I treated you." I replied.

"If the baby is a boy, I'm going to name him Kurt." She announced after an awkward silence.

"Oh, that's nice Ruth Ann." I answered as the reality hit me again with fresh force.

There was another long silence with Ruth Ann looking at me with a soft smile on her face. It was the smile that finally led me to ask her to help Kristen and me.

"Ruth Ann. You have to help my wife and I get away. Your brothers are going to kill us." I said hoping my declaration would frighten her into helping.

"No they won't. I..I.. mean they won't if your wife has the baby. If she doesn't though..." She answered.

"What are you saying?" I asked. My thoughts on escaping suddenly set aside to learn about the brother's sick intent.

"They are going to tell you that she has to have the baby. If they find out she uh...y'all did anything then they said they will kill both of you." Ruth Ann explained. It clearly pained her to say it as her eyes left my face and went to the floor.

"Ruth Ann you got to help us get..." I started.

"Goddamnit Ruth Ann. We told you to stay away from this asshole. What's he been saying?" Kyle demanded. He had entered the room swiftly and now had his hand on his sister's arm pulling her to face him.

"Nothing Kyle. We were just talking. I was telling him the baby's name." She was able to get out even though she was very frightened.

"Well get back to cleaning the kitchen." He said thrusting her towards the door. He glared at me without speaking for several seconds then disappeared down the hallway.

"What happened?" Kristen asked a minute later emerging from the bedroom still looking sleepy.

"I tried to talk Ruth Ann into helping us escape but Kyle caught me." I told her in a low voice intentionally leaving out the information Ruth Ann had provided.

"This is a nightmare." She replied and looked like she might start crying.

"Kristen. Honey. Let's make love. Please." I said to her and watched a shocked look cross her face. Hearing Ruth Ann explain that we would be killed if we aborted a pregnancy made me feel that I needed some hope, however small, that any baby might be mine.

"Are you insane?" Kristen answered.

"Please. I can't explain. Just please." I begged her.

She stared at me and the seconds seemed like hours before she finally answered. "Where? How?"

"Let's go into the room." I said jumping up.

I pushed my wife ahead of me and closed the door as far as it would go until it stuck on the chain. As fast as I could, I dropped my pants and directed Kristen onto her hands and knees on the wood floor. Her slit was quite wet and lacked the snug feel I was use to.

"Ummm..." We sounded in unison as I penetrated her.

Knowing what we were doing was dangerous I set a fierce pace trying to reach a climax as quickly as possible. Kristen seemed to sense the urgency too and was panting hard and pushing back against me. It wasn't long before I felt the tell tale tingling in my groin warning of soon to be ejaculation.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" I heard a voice scream directly behind me then felt a strong hand on my neck that pulled me from my wife and threw me against the wall.