The Club
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Chapter 4: The Building
Erotica Story: Chapter 4: The Building - The wife makes us go to a seedy bar on the outskirts of the city. There, I see a different side of her and learn disturbing things from her past. She is then "forced" to horrible things. Rewrite of "My Wife Gets Gangraped ?", to make it more filthy, more disturbing.
Caution: This Erotica Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Cuckold Group Sex Orgy Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Indian Erotica Porn Theatre Slow Violence
“Wait,” I say as I come out of the car to run after her. Suddenly, I can hear the deep thumps of music playing in the distance.
As my vision gets used to the darkness, I see an under-constructed building. It looks dark and abandoned. But I can see a lot of bikes and a few cars parked in the front. I check the location on my phone and realize, accidentally, we have reached our destination.
She is walking towards the building, the source of the noise. Before I can ask her to come back, I start hearing bike noises. I turn to see the bikes rapidly coming toward us at a distance. Even if I could pull my wife into the car, we won’t have enough time to back up and drive away from them.
I grab her hand and start pulling her into the building. “Let’s hurry”, I say with urgency.
“Are you still paranoid? Let’s wait and ask them. I bet they also want to come to the bar”, she says.
I don’t want to wait for them, and challenging my wife will ensure that happens. “I just want to go to the club quickly. I need a bathroom”, I lie.
“Okay, let me get my purse...”
“No, no ... we will come back for it later. I need to use the restroom immediately.” I interrupt my wife.
My wife looks at me suspiciously and thankfully starts walking into the building, making noises from her anklets.
The building is dark except for one small light bulb. In front of us are some old, ripped mattresses. I would have doubted there is a bar anywhere in this place if not for the music coming from a distance.
She points to a recently sprayed arrow on the walls near the stairs, pointing towards the basement. We follow the arrow.
As my wife climbs down the stairs, her dress rolls up to her waist again. She pulls it down for it to roll up on the next step. She stops adjusting and keeps walking. Fortunately, there aren’t any people around.
We see a large door in the basement. The music seems to be coming from behind the door.
“Go and knock on the door”, she says as she adjusts her dress. I look at her angrily, but go anyway.
I give two small knocks. The door opens, and the music suddenly becomes way louder.
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