Rape Fantasy Goes Wrong

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 rape.

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 rapist 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 childhood abuse, no weird sadomasochism. But it wasn't just the pleasurable part of the rape 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 raped.

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 rape 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 rapist'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.

The whole idea of living the rape fantasy was still a very stupid idea and could easily have ended in disaster, as I learned researching it after the fact. Interestingly, a few months later I was in Target and saw Short Guy. I passed him in frozen foods. He was dressed in a suit and tie, indicating perhaps his sex adventures dressed as a gangster were his second job or a hobby. He recognized me, and we just nodded appreciatively at each other as we passed.