My Wife's Forced Seduction

Written by SeeShow / Oct 10, 1999

 

FROM: SeeShow TO: My Net Friends NOTE: This story was passed onto me by Total Chuckold (CKHL) and except for some minor editing I am passing it along as I received it. I hope you all enjoy his story as much as I did! MY WIFE'S FORCED SEDUCTION TURNS OUT TO BE PLEASURABLE TO WATCH Brenda Gets It, Part 1 My wife, Brenda, has a sister, Tammi, several years her junior, that has always been on the wild side. My prim and proper wife was usually aghast at the latest information concerning her little sister's sexual exploits. It wasn't that she condemned her, she just didn't understand her. I, on the other hand was always fascinated, and frequently aroused by her actions and her appearance. She looked spectacular in a mini-skirt, and I loved hearing from my wife what Tammi had told her about her latest lover's big cock. I hoped in fact that Tammi's influence would corrupt my wife, and when I look back now I can't help but wonder if I've merely reaped what I had sown. Many years ago I told my wife that she could fuck anyone she wanted as long as my consent to her infidelity remained our secret, that she let her lovers think she was cheating, and she filled me in on all the details. Even to this day she has always maintained that she just isn't interested in having sex with another man, so it surprised me to learn that she had told her sister about our "agreement." I was actually a little embarrassed that someone in her family, particularly someone with so little sense of discretion, was aware of my peculiar sexual inclinations. But Tammi told Brenda she thought it was cool and actually offered to let her use her apartment to meet her lovers. My wife, politely but chastely, thanked her for her offer but declined her invitation. I kept her offer in mind and sometime later, when Brenda was pregnant with our first child, I asked Tammi if she knew any well hung guys she could set up with my wife. She was all for it, but didn't think it would appeal to her straight-laced older sister. And as it turned out, nothing ever came of it. It took me awhile, and though I still encouraged her to cheat, I eventually accepted the fact that my wife intended to keep her wedding vows and remain faithful all her life. It even seemed that her sister was settling down. We had moved away and didn't see her sister much, but rumor had it that she had met someone she wanted to marry. I think it was troubling to the family that Steve was in his forties, almost twice Tammi's age. My wife, who has always appreciated older men, and I, soon became the only family members that were not against her marrying Steve. So it didn't surprise us when Tammi and Steve showed up on our doorstep on their "honeymoon" asking if they could stay with us. They had eloped we were told, and couldn't afford a proper honeymoon, but wanted desperately to get away from the rest of the family for a few days. We were sworn to secrecy about their marriage and were actually happy to be of assistance. It was a happiness that didn't last too long. As we got to know Steve it was hard to escape the conclusion that Brenda's family had been right. Steve was obnoxious, arrogant, vulgar, and aggressive. At 6'5", a good 260 lbs, he reminded me of the school yard bully who secretly ashamed of spending year after year in the sixth grade, realizes that he can use his superior size and strength to punish the other students for his stupidity. "Remember when I said you could fuck anyone you wanted too as long as you filled me in on all the detail," I told my wife, "make that anyone but Steve." Prompted by my remark she told me how Steve had crassly propositioned her before he'd even spent an hour with us, and had been nearly unrelenting in his pursuit. "Don't worry," she replied, "I don't think I've ever met a more loathsome man." We probably should have asked them to leave then and there, but we didn't know how to explain it to Tammi. I think because she knew I'd make a scene and embarrass her sister if she told me, Brenda didn't mention that Steve's advances had included attempts at kissing her, fondling her breasts, and feeling her up. And since I didn't know the full extent of what had been happening, we agreed that for Tammi's sake we'd let them stay the week and just try to make the best of it. Whether Steve mellowed or we became more tolerant, by the third day of their stay, we seemed to be getting along well enough for the four of us to go out dining and dancing. Both Tammi and Brenda wore mini-skirts, and according to my wife, had mutually agreed to wear crotchless pantyhose without their panties. And since Brenda told me, I suspect that Tammi had shared this fact with Steve as well. It seemed a curious and provocative choice given the circumstances, but it was terribly arousing to view our sexy wives together knowing what they weren't wearing, and though I can't imagine Steve being any less effected, he appeared to be on his absolute best behavior. The evening proceeded along rather innocently. It wasn't until after midnight and several drinks that Steve asked my wife to dance. I danced with Tammi and my cock was stiff the entire time. All I could think about was fucking her. Looking at Steve and Brenda I was surprised to observe his remarkable restraint, given his actions of the past few days. He could have been her brother. Not much of a dancer myself, and half wasted, I soon grew tired of dancing with Tammi and managed to suppress my distaste for Steve, allowing him to monopolize Brenda on the dance floor. Pretty soon there were guys coming over to the table to ask Tammi to dance (an event to which I remember thinking that Steve was strangely untroubled) and I found myself frequently sitting alone. It gave me plenty of time and opportunity to pay close attention to Steve and my wife. With each dance he got a little bolder and Brenda a little more drunk and little more receptive. She apparently got tired of pushing his hands away from her ass, for eventually I watched her just shrug and rest her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, while his large hands just held and kneaded her big butt. Though I was greatly disgusted with her casual acquiescence to Steve's pawing, I was also more than a little aroused and made allowance for her inebriated condition. When we got back to the house we went to our room and Steve and Tammi went to theirs. I know Steve was "climbing the walls" horny, but Tammi was so drunk we had to carry her into the bedroom. Brenda and I didn't even bother going to bed. I sat her on the bathroom sink and pushed her skirt up, eating her pussy through her crotchless hose. When I couldn't stand it any longer I just stood between her legs and fucked her right on the sink, still clothed, her red spike heels digging into my ass. Brenda went into the kitchen afterwards to get something to drink and I stayed in the bedroom and watched a late movie on TV while I waited for her. I guess I dozed off for a couple of minutes and when I came around and she still wasn't back, I went looking for her. Heading downstairs to the kitchen I was arrested by a jumble of movement in the living room below me. I stopped cold at the top of the stairs trying to understand the scene in front of me. There was enough light drifting into the living room from the kitchen to make out my 5'4", 125 pound, wife on the sofa, struggling to get away from Steve, who was on top of her and trying to kiss her. I remembered their last dance in the bar and stepped back into the shadows out of sight wondering if she'd arranged to meet him. It just didn't make any sense, it was hard to imagine her taking such a chance particularly with the children in the house. Still I hesitated. A part of me, even while automatically trusting her, felt an irrational jealously. I wondered if she had lied about her repulsion to his brash vulgarity. I wondered why she hadn't cried out, or had she while I was sleeping? Maybe she liked him after all. She'd always said she preferred older men. He was tall, muscular, and powerful. Tammi had even bragged confidentially about his cock size. Maybe she was turned on by his physical prowess and rugged good looks. Thinking about it filled me with self-doubt and self-loathing, diminishing me and sapping my confidence. By the time I realized with certainty that her behavior was anything but consensual, I had already felt the last instinct for action drain slowly out of me and I kept my place in the dark My Wife Brenda Gets It - Pt 2 Steve sat astride her waist and held her arms over her head, clamping both her wrists together with one big powerful hand. He used his other hand to prevent her head from turning away as he showered her face with kisses and alternately licked and sucked her lips. He was taking his time with her, savoring every second. Whenever she opened her mouth to speak or cry out he buried his tongue down her throat. I could hear her grunting as she tried to buck and heave her hips up to throw him off but there was just no way she could dislodge him with his greatly superior weight and strength. Kicking him in the back with the spike of her heel seemed to have some minimal effect, but by this time he had pulled her blouse up and pushed her bra over her tits, and he managed to diminish her enthusiasm for this approach by simply pinching and tweaking her nipples. Repositioning himself to cover her mouth with his free hand, he sucked her nipples alternately, one then the other and back again. He was at it for at least ten minutes before I finally heard him speak. His boldness shocked me. His loud voice was almost a challenge. It left me with the feeling that nothing could make him stop. Little did I know that he was taunting me, having spotted me lurking cowardly upstairs in the dark. "I don't know why you're fighting this," he told my wife, "telling your sister about your crotchless pantyhose so she'd tell me, letting me grab your ass on the dance floor with your husband right there, I've never seen a cunt hotter to get fucked than you." She pleaded with him to leave her alone, even promising not to tell if he'd just stop. Ignoring her appeals, he tried kissing her again but she turned her head away, and this time rather than hold it in place he just tongued her ear, licking her face and tonguing the other ear whenever she turned her head to escape his hungry mouth. "Tammi told me about your husband's teeny little weenie. And I know she told you about my big dick. How much she loves it. You're gonna love it too baby. You're gonna be all mine once you get fucked by a real man." Still holding her arms over her head with one hand he used his other to unbutton his jeans and extract his cock. It was so big and hard he had some difficulty getting it out. Brenda just stared, stunned at the sight of it. It was a good nine or ten inches and thick as her wrist with a large purple helmet. It was a magnificent specimen and dwarfed my own cock in length, girth, and sheer beauty. He moved up to straddle her chest and rubbed his huge prick all over her face. "Open your mouth and suck it bitch," he commanded. She turned her head away and he slapped her check with his cock. When she continued to refuse his instructions he held her head again with his free hand and pinched off her nostrils to force her to breath through her mouth. "Ok, " he sighed, "if you won't suck it I'll just have to go ahead and fuck you now." She tried to clamp her legs together but he appeared to find little difficulty in prying them apart and positioning himself between her thighs. I could still see her red heels at the end of her open, pantyhose covered legs. Her skirt was pushed up almost to her waist and her blouse and bra had been pulled up over her tits. She continued to struggle and plead with him to stop, wiggling her hips to forestall his entry, and he briefly contented himself with rubbing his cockhead over her slit. "Please don't do this," she begged. "I swear I won't tell anyone if you'll just let me go." "You'll be begging for more of my big cock when I'm through with you baby," he replied. Pushing his fingers into her pussy he detected her cum filled cunt and mistook it as a sign of arousal and desire. Her wetness seemed to inflame his lust. "Damn baby," he exclaimed, "you just may be a bigger slut than your sister." Suddenly he lost all control. In a flash he had both hands holding her hips, steadying his target, and before she had time to react his cock was driving into her cunt. "UUggghhhhh," she grunted, loudly, as his big prick bottomed out into her cervix in one quick plunge. "Oh, oooohhhh, god baby," he moaned, "your cunt is so fucking tight." Realizing, I suppose, that her resistance had failed to deter him, Brenda apparently had decided to quit fighting. Perfectly still now, she turned her head away and lay limply while Steve pumped his cock into her. Steve was unaffected by her indifference. "Your hot cunt feels so good around my big cock baby," he told her as he alternately massaged her breasts and tongued her ear. "I'm not in any hurry honey. I think I just may spend the night in here." My wife didn't look at him and didn't answer and he continued to take his time with her. She made no attempt to resist when he hooked his arms under her knees to raise her thighs against his chest in order to increase his penetration. He fucked into her with deep, slow, strokes, and eventually his technique began to produce results. She started to grunt each time his cockhead bottomed out into her cervix and she turned her head to look at him. Her lips were pulled tight around clenched teeth. "Ooohhh," moaned Steve with every thrust. "I love your cunt. I love fucking you." Brenda's grunts were softening now. Her breathing was becoming deeper and was followed by long, raspy exhalations. I could see her hips begin to move in almost imperceptible undulations. "That's it baby," Steve exhorted her, "now you're gettin' into it. Move your cunt around on my cock. Show me what a slut you are. Show me how much you love my cock" "Ooohhh God, uummmhhhh," moaned my wife, her head tilted back, mouth open and groaning openly. Steve moved to kiss her and this time she didn't turn her head away, but met his hungry mouth with open lips. Her whole body was moving now. Every muscle stretching tight to force her pelvis up to capture every centimeter of the cock pumping into her greedy cunt. Both her hands reached out frantically to pull in his pistoning buttocks as if, filled and stretched with more cock than she'd ever had, she craved still more. Still unsatisfied she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his back. Her red heels dug into his flesh as he fucked her, but he was oblivious to anything except the feel of the hot, tight vagina wrapped around his throbbing cock. The sofa creaked and squeaked under them in a rhythm of lust. "Oh god, fuck me" she pleaded now. They were like animals, totally out of control. Steve asking her a series of short and nasty questions. "Do you like getting fucked by my big dick? Is it bigger than your husbands?" My wife answering, "yes, oh God, yeesssssss!" "You hot fucking slut," he told her. "Shake your big fat ass!! Make that pussy dance around my cock you nasty fucking whore." She came in an explosion and almost at the same time, Steve drained the content of his balls deep into her wet cunt. After Steve had finished fucking my wife, he remained on top and began to kiss her. Having cum, and now apparently feeling guilty about her ultimately willing capitulation to Steve's brazen violation of the sanctity of our marriage, Brenda signaled that her cooperation was finished, by turning her head away in shame. Suddenly terrified at the thought of being discovered, I shrunk back further into the shadows and literally crawled across the upstairs landing and back into our bedroom. When my wife joined me just minutes later I pretended to be asleep and she made no attempt to wake me. My Wife Brenda Gets It - Part 3 The next morning I was sure she would say something about what happened, but not a word was mentioned. There was a certain tension in the air between Brenda and Steve, and though Steve was boldly attentive to her, she accepted his attention with almost a grim resignation. All of my repeated attempts to find out if anything was wrong were greeted with the same half-hearted "nothing at all." I assumed Brenda felt guilty for the way she had responded to Steve and I longed to console her, but I dared not even hint that I had timidly witnessed her ravishment. Steve cast a knowing grin in my direction several times and I assumed he was reveling in his memory of how he had used my wife without my knowledge, an error of judgment on my part that was soon to be corrected. It didn't surprise me when we were in bed that night Brenda seemed distracted and completely uninterested in sex. But it did surprise me that she seemed in such a hurry for me to go to sleep. I did my best to convince her that I'd drifted off, almost giving up when it appeared to have produced no results, but ultimately my patience paid off and I felt her gently sneaking out of bed. Again I crept out of our bedroom and took my place in the shadows at the top of the stairs, but this time there was no one in the living room. This time they were in the library. And this time my vantage point allowed me to see them easily while making it much more difficult for them to see me. I could hear them talking clearly as the sounds waved upward to my position at the top of the stairs. My wife was telling him that she had only agreed to meet him to be given the opportunity to tell him what a lout and a bastard he had been to force her into sex the previous night. Steve chuckled and said, "I might be a 'lout' but I've also got the kind of hot cock that you love. Don't you, bitch?" Brenda's silence revealed more than I cared to know. Her intentions might have been honorable in meeting him, just to tell him off, but faced with his strong dominate personality, she had melted and was now just standing there as he removed his pajama bottoms. With a flick of his wrists he removed her skimpy translucent dressing gown "besides, bitch, if you didn't want some more of this big cock of mine, you wouldn't have shown up in such a sexy outfit just to confront me, isn't that true." Again my Brenda said nothing but she slowly nodded her head in agreement. Now, I was truly crushed, knowing that my wife was no longer simply being forced by her crude and rough brother-in-law into sex but was actually his willing participant. It was now obvious to me that my Brenda loved the strong way he manipulated her and was interested in sex from the kind of strong forceful man that I could never be! Without further words he forced my wife onto her knees in front of him. Then, Steve sat naked in one of our big reclining library chairs. The top of the doorway blocked my view of his head but I could see everything clearly from about his neck down. My loving wife was now naked too, and she was on her knees before her brother-in-law struggling to swallow every inch of his big, fat, cock. Steve's huge hands enveloped her head and held it firmly in place as his hips bounced up and down, fucking his prick into my wife's hot, hungry mouth and down her throat the same way he had invaded her hot, hungry cunt the night before. "That's it bitch," he told her, "swallow that dick you little cock hungry whore. Choke on it! Make your mouth a sloppy wet cunt to eat my dick!" She gobbled him ravenously, choking almost every time his balls slapped against her chin, but redoubling her efforts with each new stream of rough and dirty talk. I thought it would end with his cock blasting loads of stirringly cum down her greedy throat, but it eventually became clear that she wasn't going to let him cum just once, and it didn't take long to find out why. If I harbored any remaining thoughts that my Brenda was being coerced into her sexual activities with Steve they were now completely dispelled as Brenda was now the initiator of the actions. Getting up off her knees she pushed Steve back in the reclining chair and then straddled his hips, guiding his cock to her pussy lips and then sitting down on it, slowing swallowing every inch inside her hot, velvety cunt. She threw her head back in ecstasy and then began working her slick box up and down Steve's fat prick in earnest. "Oh baby, " he moaned, "you're driving my cock crazy with that tight cunt of yours!" I couldn't believe it. I was watching my sweet loving wife willingly and wantonly working her pussy up, down, and, around the cock of her brother-in-law, the man who had violated her the night before. Her cunt was devouring his cock with what can only be inadequately described as sheer carnal gluttony. I had been stroking my cock and now suddenly found myself blasting my own cum all over the carpet. Once again I snuck back in the bedroom, but I had misjudged the likely length of their activities and fell asleep before she returned. The next day everything seemed to be back to normal. Brenda was now feigning sort of bare tolerance toward Steve, and Steve pretended Brenda didn't exist. I figured they were trying not to arouse my suspicions, but I was only partly right. It was their last day with us, and Brenda went shopping with her sister, leaving Steve and I alone together. I was stunned by what happened next. Brenda and her sister had barely left the house when I came out of the shower, into my bedroom, to find Steve sitting on the edge of my bed, naked, and stroking his hard cock. I froze in my tracks and just looked at him. My stomach was turning nervously. "Get over here and suck my cock," he said smugly, "I want to see if you're any better than your wife." His request excited me but I couldn't do what he wanted. "Get outta here, " I screamed in mock indignation. "Not until I fuck your face, you pussy," was his reply. "I saw you watching me ball your slut wife. You just stood there like a wimp. Turned you on didn't it, watching me hold her down and fuck her with my big dick? Fucking her like a real man. I know you're hungry for some cock too, just like her." The thought that he had seen me watching him that first night flooded me with fear. It gave Steve the terrifying power to tell her of my failure, it filled me with dread, and I couldn't face him. I wanted to crawl back in the bathroom and lock the door, but before I'd taken two steps, he was behind me. I could feel his hardon poking my ass as he grabbed for my arm, and the next thing I knew he had managed to get my arm behind my back and had used his leverage to force me to my knees. With one hand he grabbed my hair and pulled my face into his crotch. With the other he pressed his cock into my lips and tried to pry my mouth open. "Suck it, you pussy," he ordered, "suck it, and it better be good or I tell your wife what a wimp you are." My worst fears realized , I felt I had no choice but to do this unthinkable thing. I opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips. I could barely open it wide enough to take it all. It was ten inches long and very thick. I could feel it's big swollen veins gliding between my lips and under my tongue. Strangely enough I realized that my own cock had grown hard as a rock too. Steve cradled the back of my head between his hands and then slowly pushed his hips forward, working his cock down my throat. When I gagged he stopped and allowed me to take a breath, far more grace than he had permitted my wife. "Oh, oh, oh," he chanted as I enveloped his cock in my hungry wet mouth, swirling my tongue around the purple helmeted head. "That's good bitch. I pegged you for a guy that could suck some dick. Your wife told me all about your little prick, play with it while you suck my big cock." I no longer needed to be forced. God help me, but I was truly enjoying this male domination and my first ever cock-sucking. I had one hand wrapped around my cock pumping and my other wrapped around his ass to help hold my mouth around his prick. He started walking backwards toward the bed and I crawled forward on my knees still sucking on his cock, never letting it leave my mouth. He sat on the edge and holding my head began fucking his cock into my mouth and down my throat like it was a big, soft, pussy. "That's it cock sucker, swallow that dick. I think you love it more than your wife does if that's possible." I wanted to taste the same cum he'd pumped into my wife. I started milking and massaging his balls with both hands trying to make him cum. "God damn," he bellowed,"you fucking fag, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh!!!" And I was quickly rewarded with jet after jet of his stringy hot cum filling my mouth and blasting down my throat. But he hadn't finished with me yet. He laid me face down on the bed and took his place behind me, between my legs. He greased his cock and my ass with Vaseline and then slowly began to work it in me. It hurt at first, but he took his time and before long I was taking it all. I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt to be fucked up the ass by another man. Like my wife had, I found myself begging him to fuck me. As he pumped his cock to the bottom of my tight ass he told me that he would use my wife whenever and however he pleased. "I haven't decided yet," he told me, "if I'm going to let you have any. I don't think you deserve her so you might just have to content yourself with my cock and licking her pussy." That was their last day with us and that night I'm sure that my wife indulged herself with Steve again. But I was too exhausted by my own sexual activities to take up my usual post at the top of the stairs. Whatever they did, I'm afraid I and my sister-in-law slept through it all. The next day as Steve and Tammi were leaving, we were all very chummy as though none of us were aware of the others sexual involvements. I suppose that Tammi was truly ignorant of it all, while my wife was only aware of her sexual activity with Steve. While on the other hand Steve and I were both fully aware of not only my wife's betrayal but of my own wimpy inactions when seeing her and then my eventual sexual submission to him. Steve gave the 'happy announcement' as he left that he had business in the area that would bring him back to our town on a fairly regular and frequent basis. All of this occurred just last week and Steve is due to visit with us again next week. A visit I look forward to with dread and apprehension but also some mixed feeling of potential excitement. Although, I cannot be absolutely certain, I have the distinct feeling that my wife is carrying out Steve's orders in regard to sex with me. Whenever I have wanted to make love to her these last few days she has found a reason to be unable to do so. On a couple of occasions after I had licked and sucked her pussy, she thanked me but said that she just couldn't reciprocate and that I'd understand soon. I'm almost sure that I'll be enlightened as to what my new sexual role will be with my wife when Steve joins us for the first of many exciting visits to our home!
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