It had been a long day, I was beat and so was my wife. I guess in most ways you could say a typical Friday evening for us. Work, come home tired, eat dinner, and watch the old television. We have been married now 19 years, and life is just taking it as it comes. Carol was twenty one when I married her. I fell in love with her right from the start in those days she was a care free girl, that bright red hair, light complexion covered in freckles. She was a jokester always quick to laugh but now she was almost always angry. Our marriage was routine, just passing through life and wishing it would end and hoping the ending would be as happy as the beginning because the middle wasn’t worth a damn.
We decided to go to bed early, she put on her long cotton gown, Carol never wore anything sexy any more but then neither did I, in fact I really rarely noticed what she wore or didn’t wear any more. She had gotten plump over the years, we didn’t have kids which now I can say was a good thing. She sold real-estate and I sold insurance, and we had money in the bank and not anything we really wanted to spend it on.
I remember when we would go to bed naked and cuddle up to each other and that would leave to wonderful joyous sex. Maybe as you get older you don’t enjoy it as much, maybe you get tired of just sex and want to make love and don’t have any ideal how, I don’t know just I know if she climbed in bed naked I wouldn’t want to touch her. Sex was work and I was too tired for more work. Well ok maybe it was because of me, that it got that way, you know what is there to it, you take your cloths off, she takes hers off, your supposed to be hard and ready to go, you get on top she opens legs you poke it in ride back and forth back and forth and soon if your lucky she might get a little wet and that helps you shoot your stuff, you roll off go to sleep and think that was a good fuck. She blames me for it being bad, but then she didn’t do anything to make it better, she didn’t think it was right, God would send us to hell, if she sucked my cock. God forbid me licking her pussy that was just nasty in fact I was lucky if she even would leave a light on and let me see it. Most of the sex was in the dark, and to suck a nipple was ok so long it was only a short time. I wanted her to groan and lift her ass off the bed, she said ladies don’t do that only whores and she was not a *****. So now I don’t even want to do my manly duties and she doesn’t want to do her wifely duties so we sleep in same bed, but miles apart.
Every night was a routine, she would put on that damn ugly gown, I would put on my gym type shorts, I would lock the doors and get the lights, and she would go pull back the covers and we would lay in bed talk about stuff that meant nothing then roll on our sides and find our dreams to be better then our lives.
Something went wrong this Friday night, we did all the things we always do, climbed in bed and talked about all the meaningless stuff we always do, and rolled over. I was almost asleep when Carol pulled my shoulder, “I think someone is in the house, did you lock the door?’ yeah, go to sleep nothing is out there but the wind. I was almost asleep when she pulled my shoulder harder, go check it out someone is in our house I tell you.
I got up half mad started to flip on light, she whispered loud not to, I crept through the hall down the steps into the living room. I heard nothing so I was not really being cautious but I should have been. Someone grabbed me from behind and popped me on the head. When I came too the lights was on, I was in our bed room, tied to a damn chair, and I was so fucking mad. I started to yell but something was stuck in my mouth. I realized it was my wife’s dirty panties, the ones she only wore when she was on that time of month and she had just finished that; I could smell and taste that stench and almost tossed my guts up. My eyes adjusted and there were two men sitting on the bed. One on each side of my wife, they were waiting for what, oh me to wake up.
As I sit there helpless and mad as hell, I realized like a light bulb coming on in my head I had forgot to lock the door.
Both men had on ski masks and both were dressed in black sweat suits. My wife looked so scared between them, her face was white as the bed sheets, he was holding, no clutching the blanket up to her chin, I saw tears. For the first time in many many years I felt something ping in my chest, what is it. I know it was love, and fear, and it was my fault she was crying and so scared.
One man stood up and slipped his sweat pants down, at first all I could see was those hairy legs, he was a white guys with really thick black hairy legs. Then my eyes moved up, his cock hung limp, it wasn’t all that impressive and I remember thinking if you think your going to turn her on with that forget it mine is much bigger and that don’t get a peep out of her. He reached over and grabbed that red hair and pulled her face toward his cock. He said in a almost whisper suck my cock, your our bitch now. I thought she would pull away, fight, scream, but she opened her mouth and started sucking that cock.
Now I was so mad I tired to fight out of the chair, what in the hell she took his cock in her mouth and all these years she said she would rather be dead then suck my cock. Now here she was holding that damn blanket and sucking his cock I saw her face change, the fear was gone, the blanket dropped from her hands she took his balls, damn it she was holding his balls and sucking and licking the tip of his cock that was now hard as a rock.
Then she reached around him and was grabbing his ass and pulling him in her mouth, he was pulling her head back and forth damn she got almost all of it in her mouth. She acted like she was hungry for his cock; she was licking his damn piss hole, pushing her tongue in the crack. What in the hell was this?
The guy was rocking back and forth she was squeezing his ass and then He groaned real loud and she closed her lips tight around him and he shot his load in her mouth. He pulled back, a little more came out on her smiling, what the hell, yes, her smiling face. She took her hand and rubbed it all over her face.
We decided to go to bed early, she put on her long cotton gown, Carol never wore anything sexy any more but then neither did I, in fact I really rarely noticed what she wore or didn’t wear any more. She had gotten plump over the years, we didn’t have kids which now I can say was a good thing. She sold real-estate and I sold insurance, and we had money in the bank and not anything we really wanted to spend it on.
I remember when we would go to bed naked and cuddle up to each other and that would leave to wonderful joyous sex. Maybe as you get older you don’t enjoy it as much, maybe you get tired of just sex and want to make love and don’t have any ideal how, I don’t know just I know if she climbed in bed naked I wouldn’t want to touch her. Sex was work and I was too tired for more work. Well ok maybe it was because of me, that it got that way, you know what is there to it, you take your cloths off, she takes hers off, your supposed to be hard and ready to go, you get on top she opens legs you poke it in ride back and forth back and forth and soon if your lucky she might get a little wet and that helps you shoot your stuff, you roll off go to sleep and think that was a good fuck. She blames me for it being bad, but then she didn’t do anything to make it better, she didn’t think it was right, God would send us to hell, if she sucked my cock. God forbid me licking her pussy that was just nasty in fact I was lucky if she even would leave a light on and let me see it. Most of the sex was in the dark, and to suck a nipple was ok so long it was only a short time. I wanted her to groan and lift her ass off the bed, she said ladies don’t do that only whores and she was not a *****. So now I don’t even want to do my manly duties and she doesn’t want to do her wifely duties so we sleep in same bed, but miles apart.
Every night was a routine, she would put on that damn ugly gown, I would put on my gym type shorts, I would lock the doors and get the lights, and she would go pull back the covers and we would lay in bed talk about stuff that meant nothing then roll on our sides and find our dreams to be better then our lives.
Something went wrong this Friday night, we did all the things we always do, climbed in bed and talked about all the meaningless stuff we always do, and rolled over. I was almost asleep when Carol pulled my shoulder, “I think someone is in the house, did you lock the door?’ yeah, go to sleep nothing is out there but the wind. I was almost asleep when she pulled my shoulder harder, go check it out someone is in our house I tell you.
I got up half mad started to flip on light, she whispered loud not to, I crept through the hall down the steps into the living room. I heard nothing so I was not really being cautious but I should have been. Someone grabbed me from behind and popped me on the head. When I came too the lights was on, I was in our bed room, tied to a damn chair, and I was so fucking mad. I started to yell but something was stuck in my mouth. I realized it was my wife’s dirty panties, the ones she only wore when she was on that time of month and she had just finished that; I could smell and taste that stench and almost tossed my guts up. My eyes adjusted and there were two men sitting on the bed. One on each side of my wife, they were waiting for what, oh me to wake up.
As I sit there helpless and mad as hell, I realized like a light bulb coming on in my head I had forgot to lock the door.
Both men had on ski masks and both were dressed in black sweat suits. My wife looked so scared between them, her face was white as the bed sheets, he was holding, no clutching the blanket up to her chin, I saw tears. For the first time in many many years I felt something ping in my chest, what is it. I know it was love, and fear, and it was my fault she was crying and so scared.
One man stood up and slipped his sweat pants down, at first all I could see was those hairy legs, he was a white guys with really thick black hairy legs. Then my eyes moved up, his cock hung limp, it wasn’t all that impressive and I remember thinking if you think your going to turn her on with that forget it mine is much bigger and that don’t get a peep out of her. He reached over and grabbed that red hair and pulled her face toward his cock. He said in a almost whisper suck my cock, your our bitch now. I thought she would pull away, fight, scream, but she opened her mouth and started sucking that cock.
Now I was so mad I tired to fight out of the chair, what in the hell she took his cock in her mouth and all these years she said she would rather be dead then suck my cock. Now here she was holding that damn blanket and sucking his cock I saw her face change, the fear was gone, the blanket dropped from her hands she took his balls, damn it she was holding his balls and sucking and licking the tip of his cock that was now hard as a rock.
Then she reached around him and was grabbing his ass and pulling him in her mouth, he was pulling her head back and forth damn she got almost all of it in her mouth. She acted like she was hungry for his cock; she was licking his damn piss hole, pushing her tongue in the crack. What in the hell was this?
The guy was rocking back and forth she was squeezing his ass and then He groaned real loud and she closed her lips tight around him and he shot his load in her mouth. He pulled back, a little more came out on her smiling, what the hell, yes, her smiling face. She took her hand and rubbed it all over her face.
