How My Life Changed Forever Pt. 03

I awaken what felt like days later, but must have only been a few hours. The sun had mad it's way across the sky and the afternoon was drawing on. I looked around our clearing and found that Hannah and myself were alone. The men had evidently left a while ago leaving us battered, bruised and covered in cum asleep in the woods for anyone to come across. Hannah slept fitfully next to me every so often her hand would reach underneath her knickers and would rest a few moments on her clit. Each time this happened Hannah would bite her lip and call out for more.

I raised myself to my feet and almost collapsed from the pain. My jaw ached and my arse felt like it was on fire. I tentatively reached back there and what was once a tight hole so now offered little resistance when I pushed my finger against it. I was shocked just how it easy it was now to slip it inside. I found the remains of my trousers shredded the previous night by the first man who fucked me. My wallet and phone were gone, an adequate exchange I thought for what ended up becoming the greatest night of my life. The only clothing I had left was the shirt that had somehow stayed on throughout our adventure. It was ruined of course covered in dirt, cum and piss. I removed it and stretched my aching muscles. Bruises covered my torso, but I did not care.

I woke Hannah to see how she was. Glassy eyed and full of sleep she stared at me wandering what I was doing until a moment of recognition and she realised our previous night had not been a dream. I lifted her off the ground into a standing position. The smell of cum around her was enchanting and my cock rose and stood out hard. I saw the dried stains that had trailed down her leg and licked my lips at the memory of her being bred. She obviously had the same thought as she went back to rubbing her belly and smiled. I retrieved the remains of her dress that the men had been using to clean their cocks off. It had also been used as something else evidently as there was a suspicious brown stain near the top of it. She had no choice but to wear it gagging as the smell hit her nose.

We eventually composed ourselves enough to think about making our way home. We hadn't eaten or drank anything other bodily fluids since the previous day and were feeling weak and still exhausted. We also had to worry about our state of dress. I tied my shirt around my waist and we started to make our way home. Fortunately for us no one was out walking through the woods at this time, but we took our time keeping away from the main path and eventually we arrived at the edge of the woods. Now all we had to do was navigate the few roads that led to our home. Being in a relative better state of dress at least from a distance than me Hannah went on ahead to get the car and come pick me up. I moved back away from the road and deeper into the trees. I was worried what would happen if anyone spotted her and how we would explain what happened, but quickly she left my mind and the previous night came flooding back.

My cock sprang to attention, pushing it's way through my shirt. I gripped my shaft and started stroking getting faster and faster. My other hand slipped around to my arse and I inserted one then two fingers inside of me. As I pumped my cock I fucked my arse and couldn't help but moan out loud. The memories of everything I did and everything that was done to me swirled around my mind and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I pulled out of my arse and placed my hand by the head of my penis as I pumped even more vigorously. My balls tightened and my cock twitched as I started cumming over my outstretched hand coating it in a sticky creamy mess. I eagerly sucked all the glorious cum off of my fingers not letting a drop go to waste. I could taste the combination of my salty cum and the musk of my arsehole and all I could think about was how I just wanted more.

When I had recovered my senses I made my way back toward the road to keep an eye out for Hannah. I didn't have long to wait, before she appeared having taken the time to wash the ruined makeup off and fix her hair. I noticed the dress had been replaced by jogging bottoms and a hoodie. I climbed onto the back seat and we drove away. Neither of us said a word until we were safely back in the house. Neither of us dared to bring up the previous night, but started to settle quickly into a regular routine and made a quick meal to eat. We ate in silence and when finished Hannah told me she was going to take a bath. She started running in the bath and shut the door. I realised that since we left the clearing she had not looked at me once. I assumed she was feeling guilty so I went to the bathroom door to try and reassure her. I tried the door, but discovered it was locked, something we never did before. I could hear her moaning from inside and came to the realisation she was masturbating. Her volume increases and as she hits her crescendo she screams out begging to be bred by the massive cocks.

My cock twitches, but I feel strangely awkward listening to my wife masturbate. I leave her to finish her bath and seat myself at my desk deciding to sort out cancelling my credit cards and look into getting a new phone. I log into my Google account and notice several new emails from the same address. I open them and discover they are full of photos from last night, I don't even remember any of them using a phone. There are pictures of both me and my wife sucking cock, me holding her legs as she gets fucked on the floor and pictures of me eating my cum off of the floor. The most intriguing photo though was the aftermath of my arse getting fucked. I was still on my knees and my hole was gaping, I could see a small pool of cum resting inside my rectum. I spit into my hand and grabbed my cock. I tightened my grip and told myself that I don't deserve pleasure and only whores would get off on something like this. I kept my eyes glued to the picture of my ruined arsehole and thought back to the pain of it being split apart. I beat my meat hard and fast and at the moment of ecstasy I threw my head back as my cum spurted up landing on my desk.

I lowered my head in relief and saw Hannah standing in the doorway. Towel wrapped firmly around and her face flushed, but with a sombre look upon her. All she said before walking out of the room is that we need to talk.

During our talk Hannah decided for us that I no longer get to touch her in any sort of sexual way. The thought of my cock disgusts her as she will always know I could never compare to the experience of that one night. She tells me she doesn't even want to see my pathetic excuse for a cock again and if I need to degrade and pleasure myself then I had better do it away from the house and our growing family.

It has been eight months since the law had been laid down, Hannah is heavily pregnant with a baby girl growing nicely inside her engorged belly. She spends her days talking to her bump about what a great man her daddies are and how they met. I wish she meant me, but I know I could never live up to the man the babies real father is.

Several nights a week after I have finished all the household chores and ensured Hannah is resting comfortably. I leave the house and make my way into the run down part of town. There I give pleasure to any man who wants it. Most mornings I return home bloodied and bruised, but fulfilled. My day then starts again doing all the housework and looking after Hannah as she rests and relaxes whilst the baby grew inside of her.

One day everything changed. I returned home to find Hannah gone. All I found was a note on my desk telling me that she was leaving me, she needed to find the group who bred her. Looking at me makes her feel physically sick now and she can't raise her daughter around a cock hungry faggot. She needs real men around her to raise their joint family. She goes onto say that she expects me gone when she returns with her new family. Next to the note is £100 in cash, this seems suspicious to me and I go to check out band accounts. I find that all the money had been transferred out and my credit cards had been cancelled.

I packed a gym bag with some clothes and my toothbrush, picked up the cash and left my home for the last time. I never saw Hannah again. The closest I came was a mutual friend tracking me down to sign the divorce papers. According to them I waived all my rights to half of all our stuff. I signed the papers and my friend snatched them up, put them away looking at me with nothing short of disgust got up and walked away. So the last link to my old life had gone forever. I returned to back alley I had spent the last few days in and rested myself for the night ahead. £100 didn't last me long and I had to find other ways to survive.