Chapter 1

The past year had been the roughest for Rebecca and I. You see this time last year I lost my job, so our finances were extremely tight and our frustration about our plans to start a family were heavy on Becky’s mind and because if these marital pressures we had been on the edge of letting out emotions boil over.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending how you wanted to look at it, I wasn’t able to find decent paying employment until about three months ago. A date that has significance to this story because it was the day after I got the job, I was out celebrating and I ran into an old flame of mine, Sheila McCray who was currently dating a friend of mine, Billy Macon, who for reasons known only to me and Billy I referred to each other by our last names, I called him Macon and he called me Hays

She and I were drunk and flirting like crazy and probably the only reason I didn’t fuck Sheila that night was that Macon stumbled into the same bar looking for her drunk out of his mind.

Now Macon had no idea Sheila and I had been smooching and that I had been making ‘The Donald’ proud by squeezing Sheila’s pussy through her skin tight jeans.

As soon as Macon burst through the door of the ‘Lucky Lady Saloon’ the two of us acted like we had never met one another. I did have a problem however, one of my wife’s girlfriends, Sally Benson, unbeknownst to me, had seen me and Macon’s girl swapping spit and grabbing each other’s sexy parts and to my shame and despair reported my indiscretions to my wife every detail of what she had seen.

That was three months ago and Becky is just beginning to forgive me. A big part of why she was willing to put things in the past was that I didn’t actually fuck Sally and we were financially in a position to start that family that we wanted and both of us were horny as two dogs in heat because we had only had sex three times in the past three months.

Of course because she had not been ready to totally forgive me I had to wear a rubber each time. I dearly wanted to feel my wife on me, skin to skin.

This last week or so Becky and I had been able to sit together and have a loving conversation as I had been quite contrite about my idiotic behavior.

Rebecca informed me that she would be most fertile the first week in September and after the Labor Day picnic we would try to conceive. The rest of that week I was hard more than I wasn’t, dreaming of my chance to get my bride in a family way.

The Labor Day picnic was an annual affair that my friends and I had started when we were fresh out of high school as a kind of beginning of the school year reunion and here it was nine years later and most of the gang still held our pot luck out at McGregor’s farm.

Old man McGregor is a kindly old coot who would let the local high school kids build a bonfire in the clearing near the river and they would drink whatever beer or other liquor they could scrounge, in relative peace.

It was rare that things got out of hand at McGregor’s. The kids knew it was a good deal and none of us wanted to screw it up, so if there were any disputes to be settled by hot headed hormone driven teenagers, they took it down the road to the state wild life reserve.

Lots of our friends were there, including Billy Macon and his new wife Sheila. Rebecca and I kept our distance from the pair without seeming like we were avoiding them. At least that’s what we thought we were doing.

As the sun began to set the gang began to clean up and throw all the flammable debris into the fire. A couple of guys I knew, but were not friends of, brought in a set of post hole diggers and set what looked like a eight foot long by four inch diameter post deep into the ground near the fire and tamped it solidly into the earth.

I thought this kind of odd, but since it wasn’t anyone I knew I didn’t feel the need to ask them why they did it. My first thought was they were going to add a second post so that they could string up a hammock and spend the night under the stars. Something a few of us had done in the past, but they never added the second post.

By now almost everyone had left and only a few people remained. Becky and I had packed up my old pick up with our junk and jumped in. My dick was anticipating getting my wife home and into bed, but when I turned the key nothing happened. Not a click nor a groan, nothing.

I got out popped the hood and looked around. Now I knew the basics of how an engine and its components worked and could at least change the oil and filters, but I was no mechanic. Several of the guys came over and added their heads to mine under the Chevy’s grey primered hood.

My cock was unusually stiff and it was getting rubbed raw inside my blue jeans. As usual I had gone commando and I was regretting it right about now. What I didn’t know at the time was that a friend of Macrons’ had dumped a couple of crushed Viagra into my beer an hour or so ago.

Soon everyone except about eight or ten guys, plus Macon and Sheila were the only ones left there with Rebecca and I and the sunlight was rapidly fading behind the tall pine trees. It was a beautiful sunset and a typically pleasant North Florida evening.

When no one seemed to be able to repair or even diagnose the problem with my truck I asked.

“Can someone give Becky and I a ride home and I’ll have Skeeter Jones come out with his wrecker tomorrow and haul it back to the shop.”

Macon strolled up and said. “Hay’s we’re going to give your wife a ride and you’re going to watch.”

Confused by his peculiar statement I looked at him oddly. At that moment a bunch of the guys grabbed me and began stripping off my clothes. I tried to fight them, but there were too many and before you could say nude, I was naked. Becky began screaming at them to stop, but no one paid any attention to her. Once I was stripped they tied me to the post they had just planted. There I was totally naked with my hard cock waving in the air.

My wife was still yelling when they turned their attention toward her and began ripping her clothes off. As the group stripped my wife two more guys drug an old mattress out of a pickup bed and dropped it at my feet. I knew then they planned to rape Becca.

I started bellowing and jerking back and forth trying to loosen my bonds, but I had absolutely no luck. I wasn’t going anywhere. In order to shut me up Macon stuffed Rebecca’s panties in my mouth and tied a strip of her blouse around my head securing it in place.

Everything was so surreal. Here we were in a peaceful serene meadow with crickets chirping and lightning bugs darting about, as these men were roughly abusing my wife and I was tied to a stake.

Rebecca was pleading with them to let her go, but they just ignored her and had her pined to the mattress by four guys, one man on each limb.

Billy Macon got right in her face and yelled. “SHUT UP CUNT! Or I’ll slap the shit out of you.”

Becca fell silent. Macon stood and turned to me and explained. “Hay’s we’re going to fuck your whore wife just like you were going to fuck my wife three months ago.”

I wanted to tell him. ‘I didn’t have sex with her. We were just fooling around.’ But I couldn’t say shit because of the panties in my mouth.”

Macon continued. “I know you didn’t actually get around to fucking Sheila, but you would have if I hadn’t stumbled into that bar when I did.”

I shook my head no, my eyes bulging from the effort to communicate with him. He ignored my gyrations and kept talking.

“Now Hay’s, I want you to know that I read about what we are about to do, in a story called ‘Poker Wife, by Lisa Laten.’ In that story a wife is fucked by a bunch of the husbands friends and she is told by them that her husband wants her to get fucked and the way she knows that he wants them to use her, is that his dick will be hard as long as he’s turned on by what they are doing to her, but if his prick goes soft at any time, they are to stop, because that will indicate that he is no longer excited by what they are doing, but as long as his dick is hard they are to shove as much cock and cum up her snatch as they can.”

Macon looked over at his wife and asked. “Is his dick hard Sheila?”

Sheila nodded and croaked out a weak. “Yes.”

“Good.” He said. “Let the fucking begin.”

Macon pulled his cock out of his fly. He was larger than I am by about an inch longer and a half inch fatter. I’m good at math and I quickly calculated in my head that he was a little more than twice my size, volume wise. He was definitely going to stretch her pussy.

He knelt between her legs and reached down to feel her vagina. He laughed. “The bitch is sopping wet.”

Rebecca closed her eyes at his proclamation. I assumed she was ashamed that she was excited by what was about to happen to her. I was helpless to defend her. Then I realized all I had to do, was to get my cock to go soft and they would stop molesting her. At least that’s what Macon said he would do, my cock was the signal and when it went soft, they were supposed to stop.

I tried to think of anything that other than what was happening at my feet. I tried counting in my head, then I thought of dead kittens squished on the road, I even tried to replay the most boring sport I know in my head, soccer, but nothing I tried made my cock any softer.

Macon leaned forward, lined his cock up with her hole, it popped through her vaginal ring and she squealed. Slowly he pressed down into her util their pubic bones bumped together. The men at each leg must have felt her try to spread her legs open to make room for his fat cock. They allowed her to move and then clamped her legs back down to the mattress. She groaned. “Oh God.”

He began fucking her hard and steady. To her credit Becca tried to just lie under him and not give him the satisfaction of fucking back, but after only a few minutes of him driving into her she began to move against him. Then Macon began taking smack to her.

“You like my fat cock don’t you Becky? It’s way bigger than you’re hubbies little penis isn’t it. I think she likes it Mikey.” He laughs and looks up at me. “She likes my fat cock in her married snatch and I’m going to fill her twat with my sperm because I know it turns you on to see me do it.”

As soon as he said this Becca came alive and tried to break free from the men holding her. “No. no, don’t cum in me. I’m fertile, only my husband should give me a baby. Please, pull out. I’m begging you Billy.”

Macon stopped his fucking. “Really, you’re fertile Becky?”

“Yes.” She whimpered. “This is the worst time possible for anyone other than my husband to have sex with me. Please let me go and I’ll, ... we’ll forget about all of this.”

Macon chuckeled. “Oh, boy. By the end of this evening you are going to be carrying a bastard child.”

“No!” She wailed, as he began driving into her with renewed vigor. He seemed determined to make her pregnant. She shook through an orgasm and her cunt must have tightened around his cock like it had around mine many times, because he shuddered, went stiff and pumped her full of baby batter.

Slowly he pulled out and stood looking down at her sloppy snatch and says to the men around him. “I don’t care which hole you fuck, but when you come you do it in her cheating cunt.”

Becca wailed, “No, please no.” But she knew her cries fell on deaf ears and she resigned herself knowing that the child that they would put in her belly tonight would not be her husbands.

Several men had already stripped off their pants and began fucking her the minute Macon finished. Soon they were no longer holding her and she was welcoming their cocks into her body. Fucking back at them with the same energy they pounded into her. She screamed through climax after climax, urging them to fuck her harder.

That’s when I noticed a man with a video camera filming the event. If that portion of the film was shown to the authorities, especially the part where she is actively urging them to fuck her, there was no way she would be able to claim rape.