My Husband

MY HUSBAND by Sandra My husband first brought up the subject of me sleeping with another man a few years ago. I ignored it and thought it was just another fantasy we were acting out during our lovemaking. He began to ask me how I would feel with another man inside of me and if I found it exciting. I played along as it seemed to enhance our sex life and I had read that fantasy played a part in all good marriages. When he started to suggest that I actually take a lover and tell him about it we had a blazing row and I refused. I told him that he could not love me and ask me to sleep with another man. He seemed to drop the subject for a while but assured me that he did love me and wanted our marriage to continue and improve. I continued to take part in our fantasies during our lovemaking, convincing myself that they were harmless. The fantasy's became more and more intense and began to revolve around several men having sex with me in different scenarios. My husband became very sexually excited during these sessions and I began to feel used, as though they were actually taking place. As time went on my husband began to talk about gangbangs with coloured men. He would whisper to me that I would enjoy having 10 or 20 black men taking it in turn to make love to me. No matter how many times I told him that this was not lovemaking, just fucking he would not agree. He kept on at me about making our fantasy a reality and insisting that I would enjoy it. Finally I lost my temper and moved out for a while, going to visit my mother and father who lived about 50 miles away. We did not tell anybody that we had separated, just that I was visiting my parents for a while. My father, who is a church vicar and my mother kept questioning me about my marriage. They knew that something was wrong and because of their religious views, were very anti divorce. My mother told me that I must go to my husband and work at my marriage. She kept telling me that I needed to have children to make my marriage work and settle down to raising them. I spoke to my husband on the phone everyday and he kept pleading with me to return and assuring me that he would change. After about three weeks I finally agreed to move back in with my husband on the condition that the fantasies stopped. On the first night I was home my husband took me out for a lovely dinner in my favourite restaurant and after a smashing meal and a bottle of wine we went home and made love. For the first time for a year we made love without him whispering his obscene fantasies in my ear. As we lay together in our bed he asked me how I felt about starting a family. My husband knew that I had wanted to have children ever since we got married. I asked him if he really meant it and he assured me that he did. At that point I knew that it could all work and we could be happy again. I agreed to come off the pill and try for a family. The next day my husband was very attentive and after work he suggested that we go out for a drink. We had a lovely evening and got back home late. I was disappointed when he got into bed, said goodnight and fell asleep. For the next week he seemed to be 'off sex' and when I questioned him about it he said he was very busy at work and therefore very tired. He also said that we would go out for a drink at the weekend and when we got home we could try for a baby. That was enough for me and I just looked forward to the Saturday night. My husband arrived home on the Saturday with a present of a new skimpy black dress and matching shoes. After I had bathed I dressed and said to my husband that he might have bought me a new bra and pants while he was at it. He laughed and told me that I should not wear any. Finally he convinced me to go without a bra but there was no way that I could go out without panties. We had a lovely night out and I had loads to drink. I was feeling very relaxed by the time we arrived home and as we sat in the lounge my husband brought in a bottle of champagne and two glasses. We sat cuddling and kissing while we drank the whole bottle between us. In fact I seemed to be drinking much more that my husband but he laughed and said that if he drank too much he would be no use in bed. The alcohol had given me a wonderful warm feeling and I was getting very randy. Finally we retired to our bedroom and my husband gently started to undress me. He was kissing my body all over as he slipped my dress up and over my head. He laid me on the bed and spread my legs and arms to the four corners of the bed. He started to kiss my pussy and tits and run his hand all over my body. The alcohol had induced a very relaxed feeling in me and I could feel my husband pulling at me wrists. As I lay there feeling him sucking on my nipples I tried to think what he was doing with my arms. I realised that he was tying my wrists to the bedposts. I was just beginning to realise that there was something wrong when I felt my ankles being pulled towards the bottom bedposts. As I opened my eyes I saw my husband getting up from the bed and I looked around the bedroom. I could see shadows moving around and I could hear voices. Suddenly I the lights were switched on and I could see a crowd of black men, all naked. I moved my head around looking for my husband and realised that there was at least 12 men in the room and none of them was my husband. As I lay there the circle of men closed in towards the bed. I saw that they were all pulling and rubbing their cocks. Some of them were huge and it was clear what they intended for me. I wondered where the hell my husband had got too. I wondered if he had escaped and when help would arrive. I decided that I had to just lie back and hope that help would arrive before anything happened. The men were now rubbing their hands over my breasts and feeling my pussy. One of them turned my head to the side and pushed his cock at my mouth. All he said was open it bitch and co-operate and you won't get hurt. I decided to play for time and so I opened my mouth as he pushed his large black cock between my lips. As he did I felt someone climb between my legs and I suddenly panicked. We were going to make a baby tonight and now I had a black man about to penetrate my fertile pussy. I took my mouth off the cock and pleaded with the man not to enter me. He laughed and I felt his cock move slightly inside my body. I pleaded with him to at least wear protection or pull out before he came. The only answer I got was another several inches of black cock pushing into me. The man who had been in my mouth was masturbating next to my ear and as I spoke he came. I felt a large jet of sperm splatter over my face and then another into my hair. The man between my thighs was starting to thrust in and out with a steady rhythm. Two other men had attached their mouth's to my nipples and were sucking and squeezing my tits. The guy thrusting between my legs groaned and came. I could feel his warm sperm flow into me while his weight slumped down onto my body. As he lifted his body off of mine I felt his long cock slip out of my pussy. As soon as he was off another man took his place and quickly pushed his manhood into my sloppy pussy. I could feel hands all over my body and my head was turned again to the side as a hard cock was pushed into my mouth. I gagged as he pushed it deep into my throat and instinctively reached for him to stop it going too deep. I was surprised to see that my hands were now free and by bending my knees I realised that my ankles were free too. With one hand I was holding the balls of the guy who was thrusting his erect member into my mouth while my other hand rested on the hip of the man who was fucking me. The man on top of me bent his head down along side mine and whispered that I should enjoy it and told me to wrap my legs around him. I did nothing and he then told me that if I wanted to get out of this alive I should start to look like I was enjoying it. I was terrified and I reluctantly I put my hands on his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips. He kissed me full on the lips and I felt his tongue probing between my lips. I could do nothing about this rape, I had to survive and to do that I had to play along and co-operate. Once I had made that decision it became slightly easier as I no longer felt guilty about what was happening to me. Suddenly the man on top of me groaned and I felt him shoot a wad of sperm inside me. I felt so wet in my pussy as he pulled out and I could feel it running back out of me. A third man took his place between my legs and entered me. As I lay there being fucked by the third black man in a row I watched the man that had just finished with me walk out of the door and two more come in. I realised that there were more guys than the 12 that I first saw in the room. One of them was wandering around with a camcorder and every so often he would get in close while I was holding the balls of a cock which was buried in my mouth. I felt another blast of sperm hit my womb and yet another hard black cock take its place. I could not understand where my husband was. I was sure that he had got away and he should have had loads of time to get back with the police by now. One by one the guys fucked me, shooting their black seed deep inside me pausing only to roughly wipe my pussy with a towel when it got too sloppy. I lost count after 16 men had fucked me but more just kept coming, they may have been around for seconds for all I know. I must have past out at some point because when I woke up I was alone on the bed. I carefully stood up and as I did I felt the sperm of countless men start to run down my legs. I walked out into the lounge where my husband was sitting in front of the television set watching a porno film. I asked him what was happening and as I did so I realised that he was masturbating. When I looked at the TV I realised that it was me lying on the bed with a hand wrapped around a black cock, which was buried in my mouth, my other hand was on the back of the guy fucking me. It did not look like a rape scene at all. I realised that my husband must have been involved in the whole thing. I screamed at him as his cock erupted with sperm, which ran down his hand and arm. After I had finished screaming at him and had cooled down a bit he told me how he had set it all up. He told me that his fantasy of me being gangbanged by a group of randy black men was so strong he just had to do it. He also told me that he had not told me all of his fantasy and he always left off the last bit. I asked him what it was and he told me he wanted me to be pregnant by one of the black guys who had gangbanged me and to delivery the baby nine months later. He told me that he had fulfilled it now and that he had enjoyed it more than he would have believed. He said that he was present throughout the whole evening and had masturbated himself until he could barely walk. I was so shocked that I just collapsed into a chair. He laughed at me and asked me if I thought I was pregnant after all that spunk. I told him that even if I was I would not deliver this child and that is when he played his final card. He told me that he had several copies of the video which all looked like I was enjoying myself. He also had several men who would swear that I had instigated the whole thing and that my husband had come home and caught us during a torrid sex session. The alternative was to give birth to the baby and he would swear that we had been assaulted on our way home and I had been raped. As my family was totally against abortion for any reason, I would be able to carry the child. He told me to think about it and let him know in the morning. I went and had a bath then I slept in the spare room, there was no way I could sleep in our bed where it all happened. I awoke very early, about 4.30am in the morning and got up. As I entered the lounge he was still sitting in the chair in front of the TV. He looked at me and asked me which way I had decided. I told him that he was a bastard and that I could not see what choice I had, I would have to agree to say it was a rape. He laughed and said that he would have to arrange it right away so that we could call the police. With that he went outside, made a call and then started to tidy up the room. He told me to go and change the bed linen and put it all in a bin bag so he could sort it out later. Once this was done he switched off the lights and led me to our bedroom. He told be that we would get into bed and when we got up later that morning we could notify the police. After the police knew I should have a change of mind and refuse to press charges because I wished to avoid the publicity. I agreed that I would do this and then started to think about the police. I asked my husband how we would explain the delay between the rape and notifying them. He smiled at me and said that we could just say it took us quite a while to untie ourselves. It seemed that he had worked it all out and I felt almost disappointed that I could not find a flaw in his plan. Suddenly I realised that I knew the flaw... I looked at my husband and told him that I would be given an internal examination and as I had had a bath they would find no evidence. He looked at me with a smile, which then broke into a laugh. I could not see what he was laughing at and I began to get angry when I saw the door open and three black men entered the room. I screamed as two of them ran across the room and grabbed me. I saw one of them start to tie my husband to the heating pipes and loosely tie gag onto his mouth. Meanwhile I had been gagged, my night-dress were ripped from my body and I was pushed back onto the bed. My arms were held down as I felt the familiar sensation of a large black cock entering my body. I knew that my husband had thought of everything when the third deposit of black evidence was dumped into my pussy. Two hours later my husband called the police and his scheme worked exactly as he had planned. I refused to press charges despite the attempts of the police to persuade me otherwise. Six weeks later a pregnancy test proved positive and my parents were very insistent that I should not have an abortion as it was a life and all life was precious and it was at least half of me. My husband was very understanding about it and agreed. What made it so much worse was that my parents thought the world of my husband for agreeing to me having the child and accepting the responsibility of its upbringing. It is now starting to show and my husband has said that its about time the guys came around again to get to know the mother of one of their children. I guess I will just have to get used to it or leave, but with a black baby leaving will not be an easy option. If anyone wants to know what happened next send me a email and I will answer. sandra_perce@hotmail.com 9564 1.44/512345