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Archive name: unwanted.txt (M+/F, wife, nc, voy, preg)
Authors name: Hardy (femur24@aol. com)
Story title : Wife's Unwanted Attention

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Wife's Unwanted Attention (M+/F, wife, nc, voy, preg)
by Hardy (femur24@aol. com)

***

Married couple angers a group of bikers. The couple is 
followed. Revenge takes place. The husband is tied up and 
made to watch his wife who is fearful and unable to 
resist. She is forcibly made to submit. With unwanted 
results. 

***

My wife Karen and I recently celebrated our 5th wedding 
anniversary. We both had jobs and worked hard, but we 
felt that it was time for us to have a child. Karen 
stopped the BC pills which she was happy to do as she 
didn't tolerate the side effects very well. She did enjoy 
her job, but at age 30 it was time for a family. We timed 
our sex for when we thought she was ovulating, but the 
last 3 months we were unsuccessful. Then with testing our 
doctor pretty well pinpointed it to 13th or 14th day of 
her cycle. 

Karen was an executive assistant to the general manager, 
and he hated to lose her, but he understood that we 
wanted a family. It was easy to understand why he hated 
to lose her, as besides being very good at her job she 
was quite attractive, which was an asset when dealing 
with clients. 

She was tall with a very lovely figure, firm breasts and 
a waist that tapered into lovely rounded hips and ass, 
but a special asset was her long beautiful legs. Her 
penchant for short skirts enhanced these very attractive 
features, which she didn't mind displaying. Clearly men 
found her attractive, and sometimes she was careless with 
her skirts, her legs parting some, displaying herself so 
that there was a view of her legs above her stocking tops 
for some admiring male, and sometimes a view of her sheer 
lacy panties. 

She called this harmless flirting, and enjoyed being 
something of a tease. As she would shift in her seat her 
legs might part, as if by accident. She said that she 
enjoyed being admired and I knew she never strayed in her 
marriage. However, I had several times asked her not to 
do this; I didn't want to be married to and 
exhibitionist. She said, "I'm beautiful, so why can't I 
show off a little bit? You know I've never strayed, even 
though some men have tried to come onto me."

Today being Saturday and we were both off work, so I 
wanted Karen to go biking with me. However, she declined 
as she had some shopping to do. Anyway I decided to go by 
myself, and did quite a bit of biking that day. 

That night at bedtime she reminded me that we were just 
starting into her fertile time, and looked at me 
expectantly. I was tired and already half asleep and I 
said, "Let's do it tomorrow."

She was angry and said, "Maybe you didn't need to do all 
that riding today. You need to think about what's 
important, sometimes."

I apologized once more and soon we were both asleep. 

The next day was Sunday and we had planned a picnic after 
church. We were up early and she put together sandwiches, 
snacks, fruit and a bottle of wine. Then we began to get 
dressed for church. 

Karen got partially dressed, beginning with her sheer 
stockings attached to a garter belt, then sheer lacy 
white panties and bra. She didn't usually wear gartered 
stockings and lacy underwear unless she was feeling sexy. 
Normally it was just cotton jockeys for her. Then she 
embraced me, and obviously wanted to make love.

I said, "Honey, we just don't have time before church; 
lets do it after our picnic."

She said, "How about let's forget church, this is more 
important!"

I said, "You know we never miss church so let's just save 
it for later."

She wasn't happy about is and she glared at me, "Oh, 
alright." But she was clearly angry. She finished 
dressing, putting on a half slip, and then a blouse and 
her usual short skirt, and then we left for church. 

After church we headed out to our picnic area which was a 
lovely spot near a waterfall. This was a private place 
which we had enjoyed many times, having the permission of 
the owner to use this area when we wanted. We always had 
it to ourselves, and enjoyed the quiet serenity of this 
special place. 

We needed gas and we stopped at a station near the city. 
As I got out I noticed a group of motorcyclists lounging 
around in front of the station. There were both men and 
women, all dressed in motorcycle clothes. After starting 
the pump I went to the washroom.

On my way back to the car I saw my wife opening the 
passenger door and starting to get out. As she moved her 
legs out of the car her knees separated, affording the 
onlookers a good view of her thighs and panties. As she 
held this pose for a brief moment the audience erupted in 
whistles and cheers. Karen blushed as she moved from the 
car, heading to the washroom. After filling the tank I 
got into the car to wait for my wife.

Catcalls and whistles erupted as she was returning to the 
car; also comments of a sexual nature, including requests 
to be services by her. She ignored them and entered the 
car -- she defiantly let her legs fall open again, giving 
them a good view of her thighs and panties, generating 
further suggestions from the audience. 

I was angry, and as we pulled away I gave them the 
finger. I was also angry with Karen and I said, "You 
didn't have to put on a show for them."

"Well, they certainly were more interested in me than you 
seem to be lately," she replied.

I said, "They're just animals and rowdy- the police ought 
to take care of them." I was fuming.

We came to our picnic area, and we had to open a gate to 
get on the access road. We closed the gate and soon 
arrived at our favorite spot. We were on a grassy area 
with the waterfall in front of us and a wooded area 
behind. It was a delightful spot and we spread our 
blanket and opened the lunch basket and uncorked the 
wine. After a glass of wine we then started on
our lunch. 

Just then we heard the sound of motorcycles, and I said, 
"My god, I hope they are not coming here." But they were 
coming to our spot, and they soon found us, much to our 
dismay. There were four bikes with a man and a women on 
each bike. They shut off their cycles, and then just 
stood looking at us and smiling. 

Then one of the men, apparently the leader said, "We'd 
like to join your picnic; you wouldn't consider inviting 
us would you?"

We were both really afraid, they didn't look very 
friendly. I saw no way out of this except to be friendly, 
so I said, "We don't have much, but you're welcome to 
join us."

The leader said, "That's very kind of you and we'll 
accept your invitation." They all crowded around, and 
soon our lunch and wine disappeared. The group cast 
frequent glances at my wife who kept tugging her skirt 
down to cover as much of her legs as she could. 

Then the leader, whose name seemed to be Karl, said, 
"We'd like to return some of this hospitality," and 
directed two of the men to get the booze, which they 
promptly produced from their saddlebags. They had paper 
cups and poured southern comfort into the cups and passed 
them around. When we said no thanks Karl insisted, 
looking mean. We were frightened and finally accepted. 
Then Karl said, "Bottoms up," and repeated the command 
when we hesitated. 

We finally did, Karen choking some, the others emptying 
their glasses, Karl soon refilling the cups. They seemed 
to have an unlimited supply. We tried to refuse, but 
again Karl insisted, so we downed our drinks along with 
the others. The group seemed intent on having a party and 
would not take no for an answer when they offered us more 
drinks.

Finally I said, "We can't drink any more."

Then it got ugly and one said, "We saw you giving us the 
finger, and we're trying to overlook that but now you're 
not being very sociable, not wanting to drink with us."

I looked at him and said, "No, we just can't drink any 
more."

Then Karl said, "You fucking better take another drink if 
you don't want to offend us. You hear?"

I apologized and said I was sorry. 

Then he said, "Ok, if you're sorry you better have 
another drink with us."

I was feeling the effects of the drinks, and I know was 
Karen was also, but we were both too intimidated not to 
take another swig or two. 

We downed our drinks and then one of the women said to 
Karen, "You know bitch, we didn't like you flashing our 
men like that back there."

Karen, looking frightened, apologized to them, but that 
didn't help. Another one said, "It looked to me like you 
wanted our men to service you."

Then Karl chimed in, "Hell yeah, we got your message."

Karen shivered in fear, "What do you mean?"

Then Karl said again, "We got your message, and we think 
that your husband isn't taking proper care of you. We can 
help you out."

Karen's face went white, and now I was really afraid. 

Then one of the women said, "Why don't you show our men 
what you got, since you're so good at flashing them."

Karen again apologized with tears coming to her eyes, but 
another of the women said, "Sorry doesn't cut it, you 
wanted to turn them on, so now's your big chance."

The men were enjoying Karen's fear.

I said, "Please leave us alone, we don't want any 
trouble."

Karl just laughed and said, "This from the man that was 
giving us the finger. You don't appear so brave now, do 
you."

Then the situation escalated as the big women who they 
called Jean told Karen to stand up. When Karen didn't Big 
Jean and another women pulled my resisting wife to her 
feet.

I stood up to protect her but one of the men hit me in 
the stomach and I fell to the ground, gasping for breath. 
Then Big Jean said, "Why don't you flash our men again, 
show em a little more this time."

My wife pleaded with them, tears running down her face. 
They all thought this great fun, they were enjoying this 
scene. 

I tried to get up again but Karl pushed me to the ground 
and said, "Tie the fucker up, I don't wanna keep being 
distracted." They tied my ankles together, and then tied 
my hands behind me. I pleaded with them, telling them 
that I would give them my money and would get more for 
them if they would just leave my wife alone. 

They just laughed and one of the men said, "He's not so 
brave now."

I pleaded with them, promising them anything. Big Jean 
looked over at me and said, "He's getting pretty noisy-
maybe we better shut him up."

Three of the women pulled me up against a tree, then they 
unbuckled my pants, pulled the zipper down and dragged my 
pants and shorts down to my ankles to where my feet were 
still tied together. Then they pulled open my shirt with 
my hands still tied behind me so I was now naked before 
the smiling women. The men were watching this with amused 
expressions. 

Then the women turned their attention to my wife. She had 
tried to run but the men surrounded her and pulled her 
back. My wife was crying now as the women came up to her, 
still pleading with them. Then Big Jean said, "OK, you 
wanted to show our men your legs, you wanted to tease 
them, so go ahead and show em some more."

Karen didn't move so Jean said, "come on, lift that skirt 
or we'll do it for you." Then another one of the women 
grabbed her skirt and slip and tugged it up in spite of 
my wife's struggles. Her thighs and panties were briefly 
exposed. 

Then Jean said, "Let's just have her strip, she can 
continue her little show for our men."

Everyone liked that idea, so Big Jean told her to start 
stripping.

My wife didn't move so Jean gripped her shoulder and 
twisted it till my wife screamed in pain. Jean then told 
her to unbutton her blouse. Karen was still hesitant and 
weeping, till Jean once again twisted her shoulder, 
making my wife scream again in agony.

This time she obeyed, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and 
taking it off, exposing her bra. "Now the skirt, slowly." 
Jean commanded.

My tearful wife did as she was told, unbuttoning and 
unzipping her skirt, pushing it over her hips till it 
fell to her ankles, then one of the women made her step 
out of it. 

Her sheer slip did little to hide the view of her 
stockings and her panties. The men were all eyes as they 
now viewed her body displayed so erotically. One of the 
women said, "Is this what you wanted to show our men?" 
Then another told her to take off her slip, slowly.

Karen did just that, now realizing that she was helpless, 
and going ahead just as she was told. She hesitated when 
told to remove her bra, until the women moved towards 
her, and then she unsnapped and removed her bra, her 
lovely firm breasts revealed. Her sheer stockings held up 
by her garter belt, her sheer lacy panties doing little 
to hide her beautiful rounded ass completed the erotic 
picture. 

The women were having a great time with her, enjoying 
bending her to their will, as the men watched, knowing 
what was coming. Then another of the biker women said, 
"Let's have her walk around for us, like one of those 
porn stars." And they formed a circle and made her walk 
around, knowing what this would do. As she walked with 
her shoes on, her breasts were bouncing, and her ass was 
moving in a manner to further interest her male audience, 
and the female audience was thoroughly enjoying her 
humiliation. Jean had pulled the beret from her hair, 
allowing her brown hair to fall to her shoulders.

My weeping wife was flushed with embarrassment, knowing 
how her audience was enjoying this exhibition of her 
body. She was humiliated, but for some reason I felt a 
tinge of excitement seeing my bride like that, all 
flushed and naked, with other men watching her nearly 
naked body. 

Then Big Jean said, "I think we're going to cure you of 
your flashing now," and then she said, "Take off those 
panties, slowly."

When Karen hesitated Big Jean reached for her neck, but 
my wife shied away and hastened to comply. Slowly sliding 
her panties down over her hips and ass, and sliding them 
down to her ankles and stepping out of them. Her cunt was 
now fully exposed to her leering audience.

Karen and I both realized that she was going to be raped 
by these men, that there appeared to be no hope. The 
biker women couldn't be happier as they looked my naked 
wife, and they wanting their men to teach her a lesson. 
To thoroughly fuck her, the woman who had been showing 
off to them. 

The women pulled Karen down onto the cleared blanket, and 
held her down as she was struggling. Big Jean reached 
down and pressed her fingers to my wife's cunt, and said, 
"Hmm, she's dry. Well we can fix that," and the women 
started working on her, stroking her body, stroking her 
breasts, pulling her legs apart and then caressing her 
thighs, and then her cunt.

My tearful wife, whimpering, but finally stopped 
struggling, realizing it was hopeless, and I noticed also 
that her cunt beginning to moisten. I sat helplessly 
watching this scene unfolding in front of me, as they 
continued working on my wife till she was flushed and 
moaning. I was unable to prevent her arousal, and deep 
down secretly I didn't want to either. 

Now the men were stripping off their clothes, getting 
ready to fuck her, my helpless and now aroused wife. Two 
of the biker women came and sat beside me. One said, 
"Maybe this'll teach you not to give people the finger." 
The other two women spread my wife's legs as Karl 
advanced towards her, his large cock standing out 
straight from his body.

Karen lay there wide eyed, held down, as Karl dropped 
down between her legs and directed his cock towards her 
cunt. Then he gripped her ass with his hands, holding her 
still as Big Jean grasped his cock and placed it at the 
entrance of my wife's cunt, while her other hand held the 
wet lips of her cunt open for his invasion.

Karen was whimpering as she felt the touch of his hard 
cock against her opening, then groaning as she felt him 
pressing into her, finally crying out as he sank balls 
deep into her. 

The two women then held her legs up and spread as Karl 
began thrusting his cock into her. My wife crying out 
again as she was impaled on his cock, then groaning as he 
gave deep short jabs into her wet cunt, as it tightly 
stretched around his cock.

Then this stud began long deep thrusts into her, pulling 
almost out each time, gradually thrusting faster as he 
steadily fucked her. At last my wife was responding to 
him, and the women no longer needed to hold her legs 
open. She was gasping, more and more aroused as this stud 
continued to fuck her, now thrusting powerfully into her. 
She lifted her thighs and spread them more, and her 
stocking clad legs folded over him, clutching him. It was 
so erotic seeing his cock thrusting into her stretched 
cunt. 

The women beside me were thrilled at what was happening 
to my helpless wife, and watching her respond to the 
thorough fucking she was getting. One said, "How do you 
like watching your wife getting fucked by a real man? It 
seems like she's enjoying it." The women began fondling 
me, one stroking my cock and the other stroking my body. 
Against my will I felt myself hardening, my cock soon 
fully erect. I was red with embarrassment, much to the 
amusement of the women working on me. 

At this point Karen cried out shrilly, her arms and legs 
jerking, clutching her attacker, her body shaking as her 
orgasm began, crying out again and again as she came. 

This triggered Karl, as with a groan he erupted into my 
wife, spurting into her stretched cunt. Her orgasm 
continued as she felt the head of his cock swelling, and 
felt his sperm flooding her cunt. Finally he moved his 
softening cock out of her, her ravaged cunt gaping, red 
and wet. 

Suddenly I remembered that this was her fertile time, and 
I blurted this out loud. The women picked up on it, and 
one said, "Great, then we'll make sure that she gets 
pregnant."

My wife was sobbing now at how her body betrayed her, 
tears on her face. Karl said, "Next," as if she were in a 
barber shop. My wife brought her legs together, but the 
women easily stretched her legs and thighs open again, 
preparing her for the next stud, who now got between her 
spread legs, and easily advanced his hard cock into her 
stretched cunt, my wife gasping again as he filled her. 
This biker was so excited that he didn't last long, 
groaning as he added his load into her wet cunt. 

The women didn't need to hold her legs now as the next 
biker easily spread her, and also shoved his hard cock 
into her, this one taking longer, thrusting into my wife 
till she was crying out again, as spasms shook her body, 
coming a second time, her body flushed. Then the last 
stud mounted her, fucking her steadily till he to erupted 
into her. Then Karen just laid there, whimpering now, her 
legs spread widely, their juices visible on her stretched 
and open cunt. 

I thought now it would be all over, and to this point I 
had managed to keep myself from coming, in spite of the 
women taking turns stroking my erect cock. However, Karl 
got very excited again watching his fellow bikers 
servicing my helpless wife, and watching her responding 
as they punished her with their thrusting cocks. He said 
to the women, "Get her up on her hands and knees."

My wife groaned, "Please, no more," as wide eyed she 
looked at his hard cock.

I begged him not to take her again, but they all laughed 
as the women turned my wife over and pulled her up on her 
hands and knees, my wife too week to resist. They pushed 
her head and shoulders down to the blanket, and then 
pulled her thighs open. She looked unbelievably erotic 
with her ass in the air, her cunt opening, the garters to 
her stockings stretched tightly over her ass. Karl 
gripped her hips and positioned his hard cock at the 
entrance to her wet cunt. 

She looked at me, seeing the women stroking me, and then 
gasping as she felt the hard cock penetrating her, 
gradually filling her, impaling her even more in this 
position. She screamed as with a final deep thrust he was 
fully into her. He began pushing into her with long deep 
strokes, taking his time with her, feeling her finally 
responding to him.

Her body was jerking to his thrusting, her lovely breasts 
swaying each time he pushed deeply into her. Soon, 
holding her firmly, he thrust harder into her, my wife 
groaning, and then crying out again and again as he 
continued fucking her, fucking her until she cried out 
even louder, and began shaking, her orgasm full upon her. 

At this point Karl pulled her tightly onto his cock, as 
groaning he erupted into her, holding her as he drained 
his cock into her again. Seeing my wife being taken like 
this, seeing his hard wet cock sliding in and out of her 
cunt, I finally lost control and spurted into the air as 
the women stroked my cock. I saw my wife looking at me as 
I climaxed, unable to prevent my eruption. I was flushed 
with embarrassment, but the women were thrilled at making 
me come. One said, "You really enjoyed watching your wife 
getting fucked, didn't you, and it looks like your wife 
needed a good fucking. You should thank them for 
servicing her for you."

Karl released my wife when he finished with her, and she 
collapsed onto the blanket. Jean and another women turned 
her onto her back, and then Jean tied her ankles together 
with a rope, and then she tied Karen's wrists behind her. 
Big Jean said, "this'll keep all those sperms from 
leaking out of your cunt. Since you're fertile today we 
wanna help you and your husband start a family. You're 
certainly going to get pregnant by one of these handsome 
studs of ours, with all they put in you."

Karen started sobbing again when Jean said this, tears 
streaming down her face. 

They wouldn't untie us. They just sat there enjoying 
their drinks for a long time. Finally they got ready to 
leave, and they untied only my hands, laughing as they 
left.

My wife yelled, "Quick, untie me!"

I struggled to untie my ankles, and then I went around 
and untied Karen. She immediately squatted, trying to 
drain herself. Some did drain out, but a lot more stayed 
in, and we had no way to rinse the sperm out of her.

"Anyway, it's too late now," she said, "I'm sure that 
they got me pregnant, tears flowed again. They had taken 
her panties and slip as souvenirs, but Karen finally got 
dressed. The bikers had thrown our car keys down the hill 
to further delay us, but we found them and finally got 
into our car and left. 

When we were driving away I said, "We're going to the 
police."

Karen jumped, "No, we're not going to the police. I'm not 
going through their interrogation and examination, and 
being humiliated by the publicity!" Then she said, "Oh 
God, I need to wash up, I'm sticky from their come, and 
it's soaking into my skirt."

And then the recriminations began. Karen started it by 
saying, "I saw you, you really got off watching them 
humiliate me, didn't you? I cant believe you came 
watching your own wife get fucked like that, getting 
raped by those bastards."

I fought back, "I couldn't help it -- they just kept 
working on me till I came. Then I said, "And what about 
you? You came three times while they were fucking you. If 
you hadn't flashed them, opening your legs like you did, 
exposing yourself, they probably wouldn't have followed 
us."

Then Karen said, "Fuck you! If you had taken care of me 
this morning I wouldn't have flashed them. And your 
giving them the finger didn't help. Also my cunt is sore 
from that pounding, so you're not going to put your cock 
into me for some time." 

She was sobbing again, and she said, "I know they got me 
pregnant. It was supposed to be you."

We arrived home, and I got her inside, and she headed 
straight for the shower. The image of her being fucked by 
those these bikers, of her being taken again and again, 
her stocking clad legs spread widely, and then being 
fucked on her hands and knees; this image stayed with me 
for a long time.

As expected, she was pregnant, and as she increased in 
girth, we both vividly recalled that day when she had 
been taken and thoroughly fucked by those men, 
remembering her orgasms, remembering her being shaken by 
her climaxes as they all serviced her. And I remembered 
how excited I was as they made me come while I watched 
her being fucked. 

END

Comments? See four prior stories by Hardy in Kristen's 
Directories, 15, 17, 18. Decide which ones are true. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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