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Cuckold's Revenge
by Hardy (hardy52@comcast.net)

***

A man takes advantage of his cousin's hospitality by 
seducing his voluptuous wife, taking her again and 
again. At her priest's insistence tearful wife finally 
confesses her infidelity. Angry husband vows revenge. 
(MF, nc, rp, kidnap, v, 1st, voy, preg)

***

I had just graduated in computer science at a 
prestigious university. However, in the small town 
where I had lived most of my life, jobs in this 
specialty fields were almost non-existent. Therefore I 
had to go where there was a job opportunity.

I had a cousin in the nearest major city so I called 
him. I explained the problem, that I needed somewhere 
to stay while I job hunted. He said I was welcome to 
stay with him until I was settled in a job. I said I 
had no money for room and board, but he said to forget 
it - I could help around the house, and when I had some 
income I could repay him. That was perfect and I packed 
up and headed for the city.

I was welcomed by Steve and his wife Isabel. I had met 
his wife before and I remembered how beautiful she was. 
She was Italian with a lush beauty that bespoke her 
Latin background. She had a gorgeous oval face framed 
by long black hair, firm high breasts, a slim waist 
flowing into beautiful rounded hips, and these ending 
in long perfect legs. She didn't have a model's 
slimness, but she had a figure and sensuality that was 
stunning. I envied my cousin.

Steve owned a small successful construction business 
and he worked long hours six days a week which didn't 
provide him much home life-his work was his life, and I 
learned later that Isabel was not happy with his 
single-minded dedication to his work, leaving little 
time for them to be together. 

Finding work in my field was not easy; I sent resumes 
to every company that might have a technology job open 
with no success. I found a temporary part-time job that 
didn't pay much, but it helped with spending money, and 
to pay a little towards my room and board. Also it 
enabled me to purchase some clothes so if an interview 
came up I would look presentable. 

I was getting discouraged but Steve and Isabel said if 
I was patient a job would come along. I didn't have to 
get up early and when I went down for breakfast Steve 
was already off to work. Isabel would prepare breakfast 
for me, and we often had long conversations. 

I believe she enjoyed having someone to talk to, as it 
seemed her husband had little time for her. She seemed 
comfortable talking with me, and at one point I 
gathered that her sex life suffered. She said he was 
always tired after his long hours, blushing when she 
confided that she wasn't happy with the infrequent 
love-making.

I could understand this as she was a voluptuous woman 
who was being ignored. I looked at her in a different 
light, wondering what it would be like to make love to 
this beautiful woman. I tried to dismiss these thoughts 
with not much success-I was captivated by her lush 
beauty. 

I kept reminding myself that this woman was my cousin's 
wife, and I was living in their house as a guest. But 
that didn't help. I fantasized more and more about what 
it would be like to possess her. Also my sex life 
suffered since I had come to the city, so my thoughts 
turned more and more to this woman. I think Isabel was 
attracted to me but she made no overtures. She was 
Catholic, very religious, and attended mass regularly.

For me a very special time of day was when I had 
breakfast with her. Sometimes she had only a negligee 
over her short nightgown, sometimes she had on a house-
dress. When she bent over the table I would often catch 
a glimpse of her breasts. She caught me looking more 
than once, and she would blush. Other times, when she 
bent over to pick up something her short dress would 
ride up, exposing her thighs. I was more and more 
tempted. I think she subconsciously dressed in a 
revealing nightgown or tight dress. Anyway it was 
playing havoc with my emotions.

Finally one morning things came to a head. She had on a 
short tight fitting dress with a low neckline, a dress 
that hugged her beautiful figure, and when she bent 
over I caught a glimpse of her firm breasts. This was 
too much, and I stood up and pulled her into me. She 
was hesitant, resistant, but I held her close, feeling 
her breasts against me, and kissed her. She broke the 
kiss, standing there flushed and trembling, but I 
managed to kiss her again, and sighing she melted into 
my arms. 

I lifted her and carried her into her bedroom, stood 
her on her feet and began to undress her. She didn't 
resist, her arms at her side as I began to strip her. 
She moaned as I took off her dress, sighing as I undid 
and removed her bra, her firm full breasts exposed. She 
moaned louder as I slid her panties down and off; now 
standing naked in my arms. She was so gorgeous that I 
almost came. She stood there as I stripped-I was never 
so hard.

I eased her to the bed, spread her lovely legs, and 
moved my fingers to her vaginal lips. She was so wet 
and we were both so excited that I quickly moved 
between her legs, mounting her. There were no 
preliminaries-I moved my cock to her vulva and began 
pushing into her. 

She cried out as I entered her, and I pushed steadily 
until I filled her with my cock. She groaned as I 
pressed fully into her, lifting her thighs, clutching 
me. The fucking was fast, furious, and short lived. She 
screamed as she climaxed, her body in spasms, shaking 
as she clutched me, crying out again as she felt me 
throbbing and spurting into her, filling her with 
semen.

I scarcely rested before my cock was erect again, and 
once more I took her, beginning a steady thrusting that 
took much longer this time. She moaned continuously, 
her body rocking to my thrusts till she cried out again 
as she came, groaning loudly. I was right behind her, 
emptying my cock into once more, filling her with 
sperm.

Her legs stayed open as I moved away from her, and she 
began sobbing, and I couldn't comfort her. Her sobs 
continued-she was full of remorse because her body had 
betrayed her, and she had betrayed her husband, 
planting horns on his head. Finally she finished 
crying, but she lay there for some time before she 
brought her legs together, got up and began to dress.

"I can't believe this happened! My God, I am so sorry! 
I can't do this again! I have never been unfaithful to 
my husband before." I kept trying to console her. I 
left and didn't come back till late. I had to get my 
own breakfast as she went to early mass, and when she 
got back she told me she had gone to confession and 
told everything to the priest. She wouldn't tell me 
what he said to her.
This sexual episode was not the end of it. It wasn't 
long before we ended up in bed together once more, and 
again she was remorseful-it seemed I had opened up a 
Pandora's  Box. We continued to have explosive sex, 
doing it in every position. We didn't use protection, 
and I ejaculated into her again and again, filling her 
with sperm. 

She said the church did not condone birth control, and 
she and Steve never used protection. The only reason 
she didn't get pregnant had to be the infrequency of 
their sex. We had very wild sex, and it seemed that it 
became easier and easier to get her on her back, but 
she was always remorseful. I had overcome every bit of 
resistance till she submitted to me when I wanted her, 
which was often.

She went to mass regularly, and she continued to 
confess. The priest told her she had to stop, and she 
must tell her husband about her adultery. Finally she 
said she couldn't deceive her husband any longer, and 
would do as the priest said, namely confess to her 
husband.

I pleaded with her - I said he would kill me if she 
told him. (He was a very large and very strong man) She 
was adamant; I couldn't persuade her not to tell him. I 
knew I had to leave, and she promised she wouldn't tell 
him till I was gone. I knew all hell would break loose. 
I packed up and got a room across the city, and did not 
give Isabel my address, and I didn't go back to my 
part-time job as he knew where I worked.

After a couple of weeks I called her when I knew Steve 
was at work. She said she told him, and he was furious, 
threatening to kill me, but he didn't hurt her. He did 
demand that she tell him everything, where we had sex, 
how we did it, how often, how often she climaxed, and 
whether I came in her.

Four weeks later I called her again, wanting to know if 
she was alright. She said she wasn't alright because 
she just found out she was pregnant, and she told her 
husband. 

She was sure it was mine, and Steve also believed I was 
the father, and he was angry again. This was alarming 
news, and I decided I would not call her again.

I finally found a very good job with a tech company. In 
a few months I got a raise and a supervisory job. 
Things were looking good, and I moved into a very nice 
apartment. Another major event was a relationship with 
a lovely girl. Melissa was a gorgeous woman that I met 
through a friend. I was instantly in love and she felt 
the same. I wanted to marry her yesterday, but she was 
a go slow person, and wanted to wait till we became 
better acquainted before she would commit to marriage.

We did everything together and I just fell more and 
more in love. She absolutely refused to have sex before 
marriage, but we did everything short of intercourse. 
She would masturbate me, even giving head on a couple 
of occasions. She would allow me to caress her breasts, 
her thighs, her vaginal area, and once allowed me to 
press a finger into her. 

To my surprise I discovered she was a virgin, barely 
admitting one finger tip through her hymen, so I 
thought I would not press her again to go all the way. 
She did allow me to perform oral sex on her, and she 
had her first orgasm ever, but she didn't want to do it 
on a regular basis, not until we were married.

After a year of dating we set the wedding date. I 
couldn't believe my good fortune-my head was in the 
clouds. I thought we might go to a resort for our 
honeymoon, but my best man offered us the use of his 
cabin in the mountains, and we both agreed that it 
would be a great honeymoon in idyllic surroundings. 

The wedding went off without a hitch; Melissa was 
radiant in a beautiful white dress-I was so proud to be 
her husband. We told no one where we were going, just 
hinting that we would be at some resort. Only John, our 
best man knew since we were using his cabin. My wife 
changed into a lovely clinging pink dress, looking 
gorgeous. Our car was loaded, and we drove away to the 
cheers from the people, throwing a lot of confetti, and 
headed for the mountains which was a six hour drive.

We finally arrived-it was a gorgeous location in a 
wooded area in the foothills, quite isolated. To call 
it a cabin was an understatement-it was beautiful. 
There were two spacious bedrooms, an adequate kitchen, 
a dining area, a storage room, and a living room with a 
large fireplace. There was also an extra bed in the 
living room.

We had bought groceries on the way, and after putting 
the food away we started to unpack. I heard the cabin 
door open, and when I looked up I couldn't believe my 
eyes. It was Steve and he was holding a gun in one hand 
and a club in the other, and he had a shoulder bag. I 
was horrified - how had he found us? And very quickly I 
understood why he was there. Melissa came in and 
looking at her he said, "So this is the bride. She is 
beautiful, but I already knew that." 

My wife said, "Who is this man? Does he know you?"

Steve said, "Yes, he knows me very well, and he also 
knows my wife very well, and that is why I'm here. It's 
an eye for and eye, and I've waited a long time for 
this day."

I said, "How did you find us? No one but my best man 
knew we were here."

"It was easy - I've had a private detective working on 
this for some time. It was easy to find where you 
worked, and to find where you lived. It was a little 
more difficult to get the information from your best 
man as to where you would be going for your honeymoon, 
but my investigator is very skilled, and he found out 
where you would be spending your honeymoon."

The full realization of what he intended hit me. I was 
appalled, and I pleaded with him, telling him how sorry 
I was, and offering him money, promising him anything 
he wanted.

"What I want is right here, and I will have my 
revenge." I knew it was hopeless.

My wife said, "What is this about? Why is he here, and 
what does he want with us?"

Steve said, "I'll answer that question. You married my 
cousin who lived with my wife and me while he was job-
hunting. He abused my hospitality, betrayed my trust 
and seduced my wife. While Isabel confessed everything 
to me I taped her confession, and her answers to my 
questions about what your husband did to her." He took 
out a recorder from his bag, and then proceeded to play 
the tape.

He forced Isabel to tell everything. Between whimpers 
and tears she described in detail how we violated their 
bed, to his prompting she confessed all - how we had 
intercourse, the positions we screwed in, including on 
her hands and knees. The tape went on and on telling 
all, even how I stripped her and how I fucked her. 

When the tape was finished I looked at my wife; she was 
in shock, her face blanched as my transgressions were 
revealed in detail. Then she cringed as she understood 
the reason he was here, as she understood that she 
would be used by this man, that he would take her so he 
would be revenged on her new husband. She began 
pleading with him but Steve just smiled at her, still 
covering me with the gun as he removed a large roll of 
tape from his satchel. I knew it was hopeless.

He ordered me to put my hands behind me and then told 
Melissa to tape my wrists. She tearfully complied. He 
pushed me into a chair and then proceeded to tape my 
ankles together, and then wrapped more tape around my 
chest and around the chair. I was immobilized, totally 
helpless.

He looked at my wife, "You have a choice here. If you 
co-operate neither of you will be harmed." Then he 
removed a knife from his bag, "If you don't co-operate 
I'll do a small operation on his testicles, and you 
won't have much of a marriage. It's up to you."

My wife began sobbing; realizing she was helpless, that 
she would have to submit to him or the consequences 
would be terrible. "Alright, but please don't hurt me."

He was enjoying his victory, but was in no hurry to 
begin, wanting to go slowly, to extract the maximum 
enjoyment from our anguish, relishing postponing her 
seduction. He made her walk around, made her turn in 
circles. He ordered her to lift her dress slowly and 
she obeyed, raising both her pink skirt and slip higher 
and higher at his command.

He continued to say higher till first her sheer 
stockings were exposed, then her matching garter belt, 
her naked thighs, and finally her sheer pink panties. 
They were open leg panties and so sheer he could see 
the dark hair around her vagina. She was flushed with 
embarrassment as he had her slowly turn around, still 
holding her skirts up. He looked at his prize, smiling, 
enjoying her humiliation, not anxious to begin yet.

"We should have a drink to celebrate this occasion." 

He made some drinks and handing one to Melissa, ordered 
her to drink, and she did, almost gagging on the strong 
drink. Holding a glass to my mouth he forced me to 
drink also. Then he made more drinks and we again 
drank. After the third drink he said it was time to 
have a little fun. Melissa was flushed and slightly 
unsteady, not used to this many drinks. 

He ordered her to take off her dress slowly, and she 
complied, and she obeyed again when he ordered her to 
take off her slip, now standing in her matching bra and 
panties. She hesitated when told to take off her bra, 
but did so, her beautiful firm breasts exposed. He had 
her walk around again, her breasts jiggling as she 
walked in her heels. He still was in no hurry, enjoying 
her near nakedness, enjoying her beauty. My wife was 
trembling, flushed from the drinks and her exposure to 
this stranger, tears on her face.

Finally he asked her to take her panties off, slowly. 
She hesitated, but finally complied, sliding her sheer 
panties down her thighs and legs, taking them off. She 
was exposed now in all her nakedness, more erotic with 
her sheer stockings and garter belt, and he savored the 
prize which would soon be his, still in no hurry to 
take his revenge. Finally he led her to the bed which 
he moved closer to me, ordering her to get on the bed, 
and she did, lying on her back, her legs held tightly 
together. Then he stripped.

His cock was almost fully erect, and was large, and 
very thick. Her eyes widened and she whimpered when she 
saw his penis. He moved to her side and began caressing 
her. She flinched as he stroked her breasts, stroked 
her thighs, touching her everywhere. She resisted when 
he began to press her thighs apart, but he finally 
succeeded in spreading her. He took his time, lightly 
stroking around her vagina, caressing her vulva, my 
wife moaning as she felt his fingers on her most 
private areas. 

He spread her lips, moving his fingers against her. 
"Dry, but I'll fix that!" He continued touching her 
lips, stroking her clitoris, moving his finger into 
her. She gave a cry as she felt herself invaded. 

"A virgin, what a stroke of luck; what a bonus! This is 
truly going to be a great wedding night, and I'll do 
the honors for you. You can just watch and enjoy-watch 
your wife's hymen penetrated, watch her pussy being 
filled."

He continued playing with my helpless wife, caressing 
her everywhere, attempting to get her aroused, and he 
was succeeding, the lips of her cunt pink and swelling, 
her body flushed, my wife groaning now, groaning more 
as he stroked her clitoris, getting her ready for his 
penetration. He positioned her so I could see 
everything he did.

He took a lot of time with her-wanting her moist before 
he took her. When she was moaning and whimpering, 
aroused against her will, he pushed her thighs and legs 
fully open and moved between them. He lifted her knees, 
fully exposing her vagina, wet and ready for him. She 
was mounted and he directed his fully erect cock toward 
her, the swollen purple head pushing against her, my 
wife crying out as she felt him at her entrance, soon 
pushing steadily. 

I could see her lips opening as he continued pressing 
into her, Melissa groaning loudly as she felt herself 
stretching around his invading cock. She cried out as 
he met the resistance of her intact hymen. He continued 
the relentless pressure, her cries louder as she felt 
the pain of his beginning entry. He pushed harder, and 
then she screamed as her hymen gave way and she was 
penetrated.

She cried out again and again as he continued pushing 
into her, his cock gradually disappearing, the lips 
stretched tightly around his invading cock. He 
continued stretching her and entering her till she 
wailed as she was fully penetrated, impaled and filled 
by his rigid penis. He took a lot of time with her 
before beginning to move back and forth, slowly for a 
long time till she her vagina began to loosen around 
him.

She began moaning as he steadily fucked her, and I 
could clearly see his cock moving back and forth, wet 
with her juices. He increased his thrusting, and now 
she was groaning, aroused now as he continued thrusting 
into her pussy; then her legs opened fully and lifted 
higher, her cries louder as he thrust faster and 
powerfully into her stretched cunt. She was carried 
along, involuntarily aroused to a higher and higher 
level. She screamed as she felt him swelling and 
throbbing, beginning to ejaculate, and her legs 
clutched him as she stiffened, her body in spasm as she 
climaxed.

He gradually removed his shrinking cock, moving off 
her. She lay there with her legs spread, a mixture of 
blood and semen on her thighs. She was sobbing, sobbing 
at how her body betrayed her, responding to this man 
who had made her come. I was tearful also, witnessing 
my wife's submission to him and seeing her climax to 
his powerful fucking.

He said, "Your wife is no longer a virgin; thank you 
for allowing me the first night with her. I hope you 
enjoyed the show, watching your bride deflowered; what 
a rush, and it isn't over yet."

He ordered her to clean up, and she slowly went to the 
bathroom and we could hear water running as she washed. 
When she returned she asked for her clothes but he 
said, "You can put on your panties only," and she 
complied, still tearful. He ordered her to get on her 
hands and knees at the edge of the bed. She pleaded 
with him not to do any more, but he just laughed, "Do 
as you're told!" 

She did, kneeling at the edge of the bed, her lovely 
rounded panty clad ass sticking up in the air. He slid 
her panties to her knees, displaying her erotically, 
pushing her thighs apart; her wet cunt gaping slightly. 
We both knew what was coming next.

He stroked himself as he looked at her, becoming fully 
erect again, his cock standing straight out as he 
approached, making sure I could see as he pressed his 
cock against her moist vulva. She was moaning as she 
felt him against her, and she tried to move away from 
him, but he gripped her hips, holding her steady. She 
moaned louder as he began to stretch her once more, 
pressing his cock strongly into her defenseless cunt. 
She cried out as he entered, pushing steadily till she 
was once more impaled, pulling her hips against him, 
filling my wife's vagina.

He began stroking into her, taking his time, 
establishing a steady rhythm, her breasts swaying to 
his thrusts. Holding her hips and ass steady he 
continued his assault, pushing powerfully now, making 
her squeal as she was steadily fucked, wanting me to 
hear her cries. 

I could clearly see his wet cock moving into her 
stretched pussy. She began groaning continuously as he 
labored in her, her cries becoming louder; she was 
responding to him as he screwed her to a climax. She 
stiffened and cried out loudly, her cunt clutching him 
as he pushed fully into her, holding her against him as 
he spurted, filling her with his semen again. Her body 
was still shaking with the force of her climax as he 
held her tight. 

He released my wife, and she fell to the bed, sobbing 
at the way she was taken, and the way she responded, 
unable to prevent the orgasm that overwhelmed her. I 
was mortified, witnessing my wife's violation, and her 
climax each time. She looked at me, "I'm sorry! I 
couldn't help myself. He made me come." She was still 
tearful as Steve smiled at us, enjoying his conquest, 
enjoying humiliating us, and getting his revenge.

I thought he would leave now, but he had no intention 
of leaving-instead he had Melissa free me, and holding 
his gun, ordered me into the storage area. He bolted 
the door and I was a prisoner in a room with no 
windows. My wife told me later that he ordered her into 
a bed, and he had handcuffs, so he cuffed her to the 
bed post, and then joined her in the double bed. During 
the night I heard her crying out as he had his way with 
her again.

The next morning he released me, and had my wife 
handcuff me around a post. Then he laid down some 
rules: she was not allowed to wear a dress, and was to 
wear only lingerie of his choosing as well as sheer 
stockings, shoes and a garter belt. That day it was a 
sheer white camisole, lacy with matching panties and a 
half slip. She looked sexy and erotic as she moved 
around, obeying his orders, preparing breakfast and 
cleaning up.

Afterwards, he stripped her, and placed her on the bed 
on her back. He again stroked and caressed her till she 
was whimpering with her arousal, her legs opening 
involuntarily.

Smiling at me he mounted her and pushed his erect cock 
into her moist vagina, my wife gasping as she was 
entered. Once again he fucked her thoroughly, erupting 
into her as she was overcome by an intense climax. He 
allowed her to put on only her panties until later in 
the day when he took her again.

That night was the same, as was everyday that he 
remained, fucking my wife again and again, heedless of 
our pleading. The first day he had gone through every 
bit of our luggage, and in Melissa's he found her birth 
control tablets and a calendar of her periods.  He 
guessed rightly that she was in a fertile time and was 
determined to impregnate her. He said, "You knocked up 
my wife, so it's only fair that I get your wife 
pregnant." And he flushed her birth control tablets 
down the toilet, ignoring her objections. With all the 
times he ravished her and filled her with his sperm, I 
was sure she would be pregnant.

When would this ordeal be over? Everyone knew we would 
be gone two weeks, so no one would be looking for us 
before then. I pleaded with Steve to leave, but he just 
smiled, "The honeymoon is supposed to last for two 
weeks, so I really don't want to leave before that 
time." So he knew - it was hopeless - we were going to 
have to endure him for the whole time, and he would 
continue to ravish my wife. He was going to have his 
full measure of revenge.

Finally, for variation, he demanded that my wife 
perform oral sex on him. She looked appalled and 
refused, but he insisted. When she refused again, he 
handcuffed her, tied a rope to the handcuffs and threw 
the end over a beam, and secured the end to a post, 
pulling her arms overhead. She had a half slip and 
panties on. He pulled the slip to the floor, and then 
brought her panties to her knees, displaying her 
erotically. He left briefly, and returned with a 
switch-his meaning clear. 

Pleading was useless. He stood there, relishing her 
helplessness, moving closer, striking her bare buttocks 
with the switch till she screamed, her body twisting to 
turn away from him; but he followed her around striking 
her ass again and again till welts appeared, my wife 
sobbing as he continued to whip her. She begged him to 
stop, and finally agreed to do what he wanted.

After releasing her, he pushed her to her knees, 
lowered his pants and shorts and told her to begin. She 
obeyed, taking his growing penis in her mouth, moving 
her mouth and tongue on him as he held her head, 
forcing her to take all of him. He made her continue 
till she almost choked as he pulled her head fully 
forward and erupted into her mouth and throat, my wife 
gagging as he came.

Later Melissa whispered to me that she would find a way 
to disable him, to knock him out, and was waiting for 
an opportunity. That came after breakfast the next 
morning. She was wiping a heavy iron skillet, and when 
he turned his back she swung at him with the skillet. 
He sensed her motion, and at the last moment he 
twisted, the skillet striking him a glancing blow on 
his shoulder. He was furious, "That's going to cost 
you!"

He pulled my weeping wife to the bed, threw her on her 
stomach, and proceeded to tie her wrists and legs to 
the corners of the bed. He pushed a thick pillow under 
her stomach, her ass lifted in the air. He retrieved 
some KY from his pack and advanced on my wife. He 
pulled her panties to her knees, lubricated a finger 
and proceeded push against her ass. 

She cried out as his finger entered her, and she cried 
out again as he began stretching her. Soon he added a 
second finger, stretching her anus, ignoring her cries. 
When he had her sufficiently dilated he stripped, 
stroking his cock till it was erect, and mounted her, 
and pressing his cock against her ass he pushed firmly. 
She screamed as he entered her rectum, screaming again 
as he pushed his cock fully into her.

He began thrusting with an intensity that caused scream 
after scream to erupt from her, finally emptying his 
cock into her bowel. He moved off my sobbing wife, "I 
don't think you're going to try that again."

There was only two more days left before we were due to 
return. Steve made good use of those days, ravishing my 
wife again and again. He took pains to caress her every 
time till she was whimpering with arousal, her cunt 
wet. He made sure that I could see his cock entering 
her each time, especially when she was on her hands and 
knees, her vagina presented to him, moist and open as 
he pushed her thighs apart. 

He would pause, the swollen purple head of his cock at 
her vulva, looking at me as he began pushing into her, 
stretching and filling her, holding her hips, pulling 
my wife fully onto him, Melissa groaning as he had his 
way with her. He would thrust steadily into her until 
her moans and cries became louder, more shrill till she 
cried out with her climax. Shortly after Steve would 
groan as once more he filled her with his semen.

He delighted in humiliating us. During the last few 
days he would have her get fully dressed, and then he 
would enjoy stripping her naked in front of me, 
stroking and caressing her till she was whimpering, 
flushed and moaning with arousal that she couldn't 
prevent. After she was taken, responding to him, unable 
to prevent the orgasm that overwhelmed her, she would 
lay there sobbing at how her body betrayed her again, 
her vagina gaping, their fluids moistening her thighs, 
telling me how sorry she was, much to Steve's 
amusement.

On the last day Steve got ready to depart, but not 
before he fucked her again with an intensity that 
caused her to cry out again and again before he filled 
her once more. For two weeks her cervix was bathed in 
his semen, his sperm filling her uterus. He thanked us 
for a wonderful honeymoon, and hoped that Melissa was 
pregnant. Also he said that he didn't think we would 
file any charges about what happened, and he was right. 
It would be too humiliating to report all that 
happened. He had his revenge. 

He cut one of my tires when he left, so it took me 
quite a while to get the tire changed. By that time he 
was long gone. We spoke little as we drove back, 
arriving late at my apartment.

When I would attempt to make love to her the memory of 
her being used by him kept intruding. I couldn't rid 
myself of the vision of her under him, his cock 
thrusting into her, hearing her cries as he emptied his 
cock into her, and I know she couldn't also.

Our marriage was never consummated. She was pregnant, 
and as the weeks went by, and I watched her abdomen 
swelling with his baby I had to leave, and we were 
divorced soon after. 

END

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

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