"It's not my fault I have a past"

My wife would say this often if I seemed upset after she'd mentioned or confessed to some past sexual experience.

"Don't be jealous, I'm with you now, you don't have to be envious of men in the distant past do you?"

She has always assumed it was a feeling of jealousy I was having, and it was, but also it was a feeling I was never wild enough for her, I didn't compare to her past boyfriends in boundary pushing, threesome having, swinger club attending, crazy sex play.

Besides, when she's contemplating her sexy memories in her own personal time, it's never going to be me she's masterbating to.

I'd decided I was going to show her I wasn't so vanilla, and give her an experience she would never forget.

" I'm popping out to the shops, want anything?" I called out.

" No thanks babe" she said breezing into the kitchen.

She had her auburn curls tied loosely back in a ponytail and was wearing her Saturday lazy gear, old yoga pants and and old baggy tee that she had kept from before when she had weighed a bit more.

About three years ago she had carried a few extra pounds, but her effort to lose them had turned her into a goddess in my eyes. Her breasts still maintained their heavy roundness but the gym had sculpted her arms and torso, defining her shape with toned muscle, her thick thighs creased with valleyed curves and her big, perfectly shaped ass could bend steel.

"Don't be long, don't forget you said you'd do the garden this weekend" she chided " and move that box of crap out of the bedroom please"

Good. It didn't sound like she'd investigated the contents of the cardboard box I had stored my 'supplies' in.

"Hey" I said catching her gaze, " the safe word is..." I glanced around for inspiration, " ...kitchen utensils"

"What? What's that supposed to mean" she asked, a curious grin tugging the corners of her lips.

" Kitchen Utensils, remember" I winked and left through the back door.

I drove straight round to the pub car park where I'd arranged to meet Harry, my soon to be partner in crime.

Harry and I had played on the same rugby team for years. People had called us the twins as we both were of the same 6"2 stature, both built like proverbial brick outhouses and had near identical, well muscled physiques.

Him a sandy Blonde, me a dark buzz cut , but soon we'd be hard to tell apart. One of the reasons I'd approached him as first choice for my plan.

" Here we go" I greeted him and handed his black three hole Balaclava

He smiled nervously. " We sure about this mate?, there's no turning the clock back!"

Other reasons I'd picked Harry were he and wife had met and she liked him, everyone did, big gentle giant was his nickname. I trusted him, and new he'd understand the scenario, and I could count on him consider Beth's safety and enjoyment. I'd also checked him out in the shower after games, and knew she absolutely wouldn't be disappointed.

"Absolutely mate, let's do this"

"And she's down for this?" Harry asked.

"She will be, don't worry, she'll let me know if she's not" I reassured him.

"And it's no holds barred?" He smirked.

" No holds barred" I confirmed with a chuckle.

No sooner had we pulled in to my drive we were out in our balaclavas, with crowbars in hand crashing through my back door. This still being Saturday morning god help us if the neighbours were at their windows.

Beth was still in the kitchen, elbow deep in the sink. She screamed and jumped back to the countertop, suds and dishes going everywhere. Genuine terror distorted her face, her hazel eyes wide and her already pale complection drained of colour.

" Shut the fuck up, don't move, and don't even think of reaching for any of those KITCHEN UTENSILS " I emphasised the last words.

Her mouth opened and closed as terror gave way to comprehension as she looked between my accomplice and I, tall, imposing, faceless and dressed in matching tight black tees and cargos.

Understanding dawned and her face and she made a couple of false starts to her response, a million things must have been going around her mind.

" What are you going to do to me?" She said breathlessly, adrenaline coursing through her body. " My husband will be home any second"

"You should hope not, he's not going to want to see what's about to happen to his wife" I warned.

Was that a hint of a smile flashing across her lips?

Harry and I glanced at eachother, him awkwardly frozen in limbo.

I gave him a nod and he strode across the kitchen and cupped her face under her chin, lifting her face up and kissing her hard.

Oh shit this was happening, it felt like an out of body experience.

I walked over slowly, grabbed a handful of her red, curly ponytail and forced her to her knees.

" Your going to take this cock out and your going to suck it" I instructed

Her mouth shut tight and her eyes scrunched she shook her head no.

I gave her head a little shake, still gripping her ponytail. " Because if you don't, we'll wait here until hubby comes home and beat shit out of him with those crowbars, and then fuck you anyway. You're getting fucked any way we like whatever happens so it's up to you if you want it easy or hard?" I emphasised my threat with another shake of her hair.

Fury in her eyes she angrily pulled at my trousers. My cock had been iron hard since we'd burst into the kitchen and the full seven inches sprung out of my clothing slapping her face.

I pushed the head of my penis against her tight pressed lips, she struggled and turned her head away, making suppressed sounds of distress.

Harry slammed his crowbar down on the counter top suddenly, the clang making us both jump

" First him, then me" he hissed in a sudo Batman voice, presumably to disguise his identity.

I'd asked him to maintain his anonymity as best he could. It turned me on to think that Beth would never know for sure if it was a random guy or one of my friends that had taken her.

Still staring daggers at Harry she reluctantly opened her mouth and accepted my tip into her mouth, and began tentivly working up and down. " All the way " I commanded, pulling her head down onto my shaft. Her eyes bulged wide as they switched back to me and my cock slid to her throat.

I pulled my member from her mouth and she spat a gooey missile of phlegm at it defiantly

I reached down and grabbed a handful of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head roughly. Her ginger locks, pulled from her ponytail hung haphazardly around her shoulders, breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling, barely held in her bra. she looked sexy as all hell.

The sight of her jiggling chest spurred Harry into action, taking his own erect cock out of his trousers himself he forced it to her lips. We stood side by side, her eyes on mine, his cock pumping in and out of her wet mouth.

" We're taking this upstairs" I said, forcing her to her feet.

" This is where the real fun is going to start"

I'd forced her to her feet and pushed her roughly towards Harry. "Take her to their bedroom" I told him, " we're leaving the kitchen and the Kitchen utensils behind" I added awkwardly, mentioning her safe word again, giving her a chance to call this off.

She said nothing as Harry effortlessly threw her 5"4 frame over his shoulder in a fireman carry, slapping her firm round ass for good measure.

I followed them, and caught her eye as her head bobbed up and down while he manhandled her, half naked, up the stairs. She bit her bottom lip in an obvious expression of desire and I knew my plan was good, relieved that this was going as hoped.

Harry threw her on our bed, and I quickly took over and turned her on her front. I reached into my supply box, bringing out a set of handcuffs, locking one of Beth's wrists, feeding the cuffs around our steel framed bed rest, and then locking the other. She lay prone, face down her hands imobalised above her head. I grabbed the box and upended its contents onto the bed.

She looked over her shoulder and took in the thin black ropes, the extra cuffs, lube, butt plug and paddle that I'd emptied, and her breath quickened as her imagination ran away.

"Looks like hubby had a few treats planned for you did he?" I teased "too bad it's going to be us that gives them to you"

I held her hips from behind and pulled her up onto her knees to positioned her in a sexy, stretched out, bent over pose, her face on the sheets. I yanked down the tight material of her yoga pants, unveiling her perfect jiggling ass. Her knickers soon followed down to her bent knees so her bald pink pussy and small puckered asshole were presented to the world.

" I'm not sure she'll behave ", I said to Harry, " best give her a taste of what happens if she doesn't"

Harry had hold of the short paddle before I'd finished speaking and gave her a light smack on her bare ass. " Fuck you" she cried, " what the fuck are you doing you pussy"

I silently encouraged him from behind my balaclava to go harder, knowing my wife could take it and she was in fact goading him to give her more.

The thwack of his next strike was followed by a tennis player moan from Beth, and the next and the next, her pale cheeks already turning a burnt red.

" So you understand you are helpless and you're going to do what's needed from you" I asked.

I took her soft moan as a yes and moved to behind her, holding the lube and butt plug.

I squirted a jet of the slippery liquid over her pink starfish, and a generous shot over my two fingers, swiftly sliding them up and down the centre of her crack. I pushed the teardrop silver butt plug gently into her accepting hole until she'd swallowed it to it's base.

Beth loves anal, so I know this would have driven her wild in normal circumstances, but I imagined the swirl of emotions she was in now and how that would be enhancing everything.

Not 10 minutes ago she was mindlessly doing the dishes, now having already been forced to suck two "strangers" dicks she was helpless, cuffed and arched down on her knees, her ass full and at the mercy of two unknown men. I caught sight of us in the full length mirror, Harry already naked bar his balaclava, muscled and threatening, me still with my tight black tee, balaclava and raging hard-on, close around my vulnerable wife, partly dressed, red hair and pale flesh contrasted against the black of our clothing.

The anticipation, the adrenaline, the shock and apprehension...it must have been overloading her mind?

I pulled her feet, laying her flat, the base of the plug barely visible between her meaty ass cheeks. A sheen of sweat had already highlighted my wife's toned back, her shoulder muscles proud and prominent in this position, like an olympic swimmer at full stretch.

There was enough slack in the cuffs to spin her onto her belly, but realising there was no way to remove her bra, I grasped it firmly and started snapping straps to free her perfect, heavy, pink tipped breasts.

The flash of genuine anger in her eyes at one of her favourite bras being destroyed made me smile behind my mask, already knowing this is the only thing she'll end up being annoyed over, despite what indignities we were going to visit on her.

Harry took over, pulling her tight trousers down to her ankles, then grabbing the middle of them, using them to bring Beth's knees up and over her chest with one hand, squeezing her tits into flat globes, her ass and pussy raised to an agreeable hight for him to enter her hot, wet pussy, he pushed all the way into her in one long glide. I'd judged him well in the showers, and he had probably the thickest 8 inches I'd seen in real life pushed all the way inside my wife. " Bet that big dick is better than your husbands" I joked, knowing the answer was probably yes.

"Oh, oh, fuck you you fucks, he's twice the man of both of you" she gasped in between squeals of pleasure as Harry built up rhythm.

Thanks babe I thought, nice of you to say.

I moved to the top of the bed and awkwardly tried to position to get my dick back in her mouth. Harry had to remove the last of her clothes and assume a more conventional missionary so I could kneel, one leg up and over her torso and feed her hungry mouth with my cock. Her mouth thrummed and bobbed around me as every increasingly hard thrust from Harry had brought bigger and harder moans of pleasure, and I could feel her tongue enthusiasticly exploring my swollen head.

He pounded and pounded, fucking her longer at that strength than id ever been able to, he went into her like a machine pistoning in and out stoking her closer and closer to cumming.

She tried pushing me off and getting my dick out of her mouth as the unstoppable wave of an orgasm built up, ready to sweep through her entire body. She only partly succeeded and my penis pressed to her face as she tensed and bucked and screamed her release.

The balaclavas were hot and soaked in sweat but to be fair to Harry he honoured our agreement and still had it on when he extracted his glistening rod from my wife, a wet spot slowly seeping around the sheets from her hot, used snatch.

I used the quick release catch and freed my wife from the cuffs "I think she'll be an obedient little bitch now, don't you?" I judged. Her pale face was flushed with crimson that extended down over her chest, she painted heavily and strands of her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat.

I pulled her back around to all fours, sideways across the bed, her head closer to the edge so she could taste herself from Harry's big dick.

I explored her pussy with my manhood. It was hotter than id ever felt her, sticky, wet and soft. I teased at the butt plug, pulling it slowly, letting it be sucked back in, gently stretching her hole, before removing it completely.

"No fuck you, only my husband fucks my ass, no, no way" she pleaded as I guided myself to her tight opening

I pushed harder at her asshole, slowly spreading her open to accept my veiny pole, meeting resistance despite warming her up. I gently increaswd the pressure and I could feel her pushing back to ease me in, until all at once she accepted what I had to give her.

I grabbed her hair and roughly guided her head up and down my skyward looking friends member. This was getting too much for me, but there was one more thing I'd planned on, so it was time to move on to that before it was too late.

I lay down and manoeuvred her on top of me, letting her slide her hot pussy down on top of me.

Her eyes widened suddenly as she realised what was about to happen.

"Kitchen Utensils?" I mouthed

She shook her head softly.

I felt the bed move as Harry positioned himself behind her, and soon felt her body tense once more as he guided in as I had done not long before. Only this time her vagina was already full of dick, so she was even tighter than before. She gasped and moaned as he eased his way in. The sensation of his dick sliding on top of mine, separated only by my wife's flesh, was unexpected.

The pressure moving inside her and the view of her face in contortions of ecstatic anguish almost did for me there, but I was determined to hold on. I barely moved letting Harry control the pace and length of fucking. My wife's head fell to my chest as roll after roll of pleasure washed over her, her pasioned cries rising and falling as we both filled her up with dick.

Harry reached for the rope and looped it around her neck, gently arching her back, her her hands on my chest as her breasts pushed out magnificently.

" We better get this over with before the husband gets back" I suggested, knowing I was close to bursting.

Harry must have been too, because in no time Beth was back on her knees in front of us again.

Not wanting any post nut clarity spoiling seeing her take another man's cumshot I let Harry build up first.

"Open that pretty mouth" he growled, only the second sentence he had uttered the whole day.

The first jet of thick, milky cum shot out with such force it made Beth flinch as it splashed her cheek and forehead, the second, more controlled and thicker covered her lips as some managed to fall into her eager mouth. The third, fourth, fifth eruption overflowed what she could hold and she let the whole sticky mess dribble out, down her chin and drip in thick strings onto her breasts and thighs.

I quickly gave her more of the same, powerful pump after pump covering her beautiful face. Warm rivers of juice covered decorated her completely

I pushed her back onto the bed where she lay, spread eagled, naked and covered in two mens cum.

"I hope you're not going to kiss your husband before you clean that up" I joked in character as we left her in her post orgasm haze.

Harry gathered his things, shedding his mask, his face bright red and shining in sweat.

" Fucking hell mate!" He exclaimed

"I know, right!" I laughed in reply

He hurried out, I dragged on some spare clothes and rushed up to see my wife.

She still lay as we'd left her

" Are you ok? What's happened?" I asked in feined concern.

She sat up leaned in towards me and kissed me hard, for a long time, swapping the taste of mine and Harry's spunk, her face still sticky, transfering what remained between us, her salty tongue probing mine.

"That's for the bra " she said and laughed.

*Author note

If you made it this far thank you. It's my first erotic short story so I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know if you did! Or if you didn't, I can accept constructive criticism.

Optimistically, especially let me know if it got you off, that would be a gold star in my book