When Joe came home from work on Friday night, he looked exhausted. At the end of a week, a busy day and Friday night traffic often takes its toll. I brought him a drink, kissed him. I didn't quiz him about his day, I knew him well and all he wanted to do in this situation was relax and get rid of the day's tensions. I told him dinner would be ready in half an hour, this would give him time to recover, have a shower and change into more comfortable clothing. I had been hoping for an adventurous evening but considering his obvious exhaustion I knew he would not be up for it. If I asked he would oblige but it wouldn't be fair on either of us. His mind would not be completely focused and he would probably be unable to find the stamina to complete what I had in mind.

We had been married for fifteen years, fifteen wonderful years. We were perfectly matched; we had enough interests in common to allow us to spend a lot of time together without it being boring for either of us; we also had a number of separate interests so that we didn't get bored with each other. And the biggest plus was that we both had healthy sexual appetites. Before we married we had discussed the possibility of children, but we were both honest with each other and neither of us wanted that kind of life. Since then, I had had the occasional twinge of regret, but only momentary, I was more than happy with way our life together was and had been.

After dinner, I took him by the hand, and said. "Let's go to bed, you are so tired, you need an early night." It was only 9pm but I knew if I could get him to have a good night's rest he would be ready, willing and able to service our mutual needs over the weekend. Unresisting he let me lead him to the bedroom where we stripped off and climbed onto the bed. It was going to be a warm night and we didn't need to get under the covers. I lay on my back and he lay on his side facing me. He put his free arm around me and kissed my shoulder.

"Have I told you that I Love you since I came home?"

"No, darling, but you don't need to tell me, I know."

"Well since I didn't tell you let me show you."

He started to caress me, gently, tenderly. I knew what was coming and didn't even consider telling him not to - I'm too selfish, I knew the pleasure he was about to give me as he had given it to me so often before and I was greedy for it. He knew me as well as I knew him; he would have been aware of my hope for some fun and games this evening. And whilst he may not have had the energy for anything ambitious he was going to give me something on account, a promise of what the weekend held in store.

His hands caressed me all over, my nipples were stiffening and I was getting wet within seconds. I was rolling and arching and squirming to put my body in positions that enabled him to touch me wherever he wanted. My husband has a talent and hands that a concert pianist would envy. He could play all sorts of music on my body, soft and gentle melodies, big orchestral overtures, thundering Wagnerian operas and even silly little ditties. I knew from the way he started that this was to be a long and drawn out melody with a repetitive theme that was interspersed with counterpoint. Each time he played the theme he would bring me to the edge and then would interpose the counterpoint, continuing to stimulate me, to pleasure me but allowing the urge to cum to subside, then repeating the theme. Over and over he played me until I was ready to beg him to play the final chords. But I didn't need to beg him, he knew me so well, he knew when I approached the point where the music was almost unbearable ecstasy. He built up to a crescendo that forced a chorus of moans and groans from my mouth as I came; and as I settled back on the bed he played a final few bars to gently ease me back to reality.

He snuggled close to me and closed his eyes to sleep before I had even caught my breath. Now you know at least one of the reasons why I love him so. He is so generous and quick to give me what I need, what I want, what I desire or simply what I would like; he gives without any expectation of my reciprocating. I do of course reciprocate, but, as with this evening, I may not be able to provide for him until tomorrow. This did not concern Joe, he gave out of love for me and my heart melted every single time he did.

I woke with a start. I was blindfolded, my legs were being spread wide and back and I sensed rather than knew that a rope was being tied to hold them in position. I tried to push myself up only to find that my hands were already tied to head of the bed. Joseph, you wicked boy. We were both interested in bondage games, we both enjoyed being bound as well as being the one doing the binding. But normally we would discuss our games before hand, this time it would be completely off-the-cuff. Not that I was worried, we had played such games so often, we knew each other's tastes and limits.

I felt fingers gently stroking my thighs, then moving over belly to my breasts, gently tweaking my nipples then moving back down over my belly to my pussy. He started gently enough but instead of the usual, gradual build up, this time he was poking rather more enthusiastically than he normally did and his finger went to my clit as soon as he discovered I was wet. He was rubbing my clit vigorously, almost roughly. This was unlike Joe; he very rarely delivered this kind of treatment. It wasn't the music that he had played earlier, in fact this wasn't music, what he was doing was bringing me to orgasm hard and fast with little time to enjoy the game. This was not like Joe at all, but I accepted it as this was obviously deliberate, something that he wanted. But when he got me to the edge, which hadn't taken long, he held me there, still fingering, still rubbing but not allowing me over the edge. I can only stand this situation for a short while and Joe knows just how long this is and lets me cum when I can take no more. But this time I was well past that point and still the fingers continued.

"Please, Joe, please make me cum."

The fingers increased their pace and the additional pressure took me where I wanted to go. Just as I started to cum a voice whispered in my ear.

"I'm not Joe, but I'm happy to oblige."

I screamed, partly due my orgasm but partly out of panic. It wasn't Joe pretending to be someone else, it wasn't Joe's voice. Now I was really struggling against the ropes, I wasn't pretending. Now I was scared, but I realized that my struggles were useless I was too well bound. I lay there waiting, not knowing, but fearing what was going to happen next.

It was quiet. In a vain hope I called out.

"Joe? Joe! Are you there?"

A man's voice asked "Is that your husband's name? I'm afraid Joe can't come to rescue you, he's ok but he's a bit tied up at moment. He's downstairs in the kitchen tied to a chair, even more securely than you are tied to this bed." There was a pause. "You see your husband thought we were here to burgle you and tried to stop us, but then there are three of us so he wasn't exactly successful, he put up a good fight, you'd be proud of him, but in the end he was easily subdued. To be honest burglary had been our original intention but when we found you here, so delectably posed on the bed sleeping, we thought we might just take advantage of the situation."

"Is he hurt?"

"Oh I'm sure that in the morning he will have a few lumps and bruises but, at least for the time being, he's not too badly hurt."

"Please don't rape me, please just take what you want and leave us alone."

"Oh but we have no intention of raping you. We would never take a woman without her consent," he paused, "which is why you are going to give us your consent." He started stroking and caressing me again.

Did he honestly think I would consent to being raped? He waited for me to respond but I didn't. After a moment, he continued.

"We can spend the night having fun here in the bedroom with you, or we can go downstairs and have fun with your husband in the kitchen. At least it will be fun for us but I doubt if Joe will see it that way. And when we have finished having fun with him, he is going to need an awfully good plastic surgeon."

He was so matter-of-fact, the way he described what he intended to do; it was as if he was stating that he going to make a cup of coffee or something as equally mundane. I felt a chill; I was sure that he would do what he said. No doubt, he would do what he said and come back and rape me anyway.

"Please, you can't. Please don't hurt my husband. Please!"

"The choice is yours. Your consent or some serious hospital bills."

I had no choice. But I was too ashamed to say it. I knew it was still rape whether I gave my consent or not but saying out loud that they could rape me brought me almost to tears and I could not say the words.

I turned my head away from the voice.

"Ok, pop down stairs and break a couple of his fingers to start with, leave the doors open to be sure she can hear his screams up here." He was obviously talking to one of the others.

"No, wait please don't hurt my husband." He waited.

"Well?"

"Do what you want to me, just please don't hurt him."

"No, no, no, no, no. You have to invite us." Again he waited.

"P p p please rape me." I managed to stutter out. I was so ashamed.

"Better, but not quite what we want to hear. We want you to invite us to make love to you. Tell us that you enjoy being fucked whilst you are tied up. Tell us we can do whatever we want to do to you."

For a moment I think I lost my sanity and my temper. I shouted "Fuck me you bastards, fuck me. You've probably all got little dicks so all of you together couldn't make me cum anyway so just get on with it and fuck me."

"Now that's better, but that sounded to me like a challenge. I enjoy a challenge, we all do don't we boys?" The others laughed. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered. "And make no mistake, lady, you will enjoy this, you will cum, as many times as we want you to, I can guarantee that. And don't be tempted to fake an orgasm, we are all experienced and can tell the difference between fake and real. You must show us how much you enjoy being fucked otherwise your husband will be terribly disappointed."

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They must have been anticipating my agreement, or intended to rape me whether I agreed or not, as one man climbed on board me almost immediately, completely naked, and mounted me. I struggled even though I knew it was useless, even though it only delayed the inevitable. His cock slid into me smoothly. This was a surprise; I had no intention or expectation of finding any pleasure in this, but my body, I suddenly realized, had betrayed me, I was wet, lubricated. My body, if not my mind, was ready for this man to take me. I blushed with the shame. I cried out with the shame of it.

I had a rape fantasy that Joe and I had acted out on a number of occasions over the years. But this was real. Perhaps I could pretend that it was just role play; perhaps it would not be so bad. Would that be a betrayal or simply a survival mechanism?

The thing was that this first man was not being brutally violent, he was slow and smooth and gentle. He kept pumping purposefully. Another man, I think it was the one who had done all the talking so far, the one who had fingered me to orgasm when this all started, was fondling a breast, then another hand started to caress my other breast, then they started kissing, then licking and then sucking on my nipples. I was determined, resolute, I would not give in; I would not accept the pleasures they were inflicting on my body. I was determined not to give in to what they were doing to me. I would just lie there totally unresponsive and let them do what they wanted to do. But my body betrayed me again it would not accept my command to be still. I realized I could not reject the pleasure, any more than I could have rejected the pain if they had whipped me. Even though it was forced on me I sobbed as I realized that there was nothing I could do to prevent them from making me cum. This was the last barrier in my resistance. I could do nothing but accept whatever they gave me and I did cum. My first rapist came shortly afterwards, I lay there knowing that I had taken pleasure in what he had done to me but sobbing from the shame of it. There was no respite, as soon as the first climbed off, a second took his place. Again, he started out slow and gentle but quickly increased the tempo and my arousal increased with it. I was no longer even attempting to resist the pleasure and came again at more or less the same time as my rapist. And again I was given no respite as the third mounted me before the other had even got off the bed. This time it was more forceful, ramming into me right from the start. I thought that maybe this time he would cum before I was forced to, but as he started to cum, as I felt his cock throb inside me, it triggered my own and I bucked even though bound, thrusting my hips upwards to meet his last quivering thrusts into me.

As this third man climbed off me, I lay there thinking that at least it was all over, they would release me and I could go to Joe and check to see he was alright; my heart was aching with the thought that he might be hurt. But I was wrong.

I felt them untying the ropes but instead of releasing my hands and legs they were simply repositioning me. No more, please, no more. But I didn't speak.

I was turned so I was sideways and face down on the bed. My arms were pulled out straight and tied to the top and bottom of the bed with my head hanging over the side. My legs were positioned, on my knees and spread wide apart.

As one man climbed on the bed and penetrated me from behind, a second pushed his cock to my face. There was no point resisting, I opened my mouth and took it in. At least he didn't try to thrust it down my throat. He pushed his cock into me till I started to gag and throughout this oral penetration he did not exceed that point. I did my best to make him cum quickly, the quicker the better. The man penetrating me from behind had been slowly sliding in and out; he seemed to be waiting for his friend to get into a rhythm in my mouth before increasing the speed of his own thrusts. I could taste the cum on his cock from when he had fucked me. I had a sudden thought that they must have been using condoms - I was wet, but not as wet as I should be if they had left their cum inside me.

The man in my mouth was not wearing a condom. Would he cum in my mouth or would he pull out and spray his cum over my face and hair. I felt a tremble as his body jerked with a sudden spasm of pleasure and I knew he was getting close, the trembles increased and then a sudden gasp and with his hands either side of my head he held me close to his body as he shot into my mouth. I was able to swallow without gagging and managed to drink it all before he withdrew from me. The man behind me withdrew to be replaced by another. I heard the rubbery snap of a condom being removed and then another cock was being pushed into my face; I assumed it was the man who had just withdrawn from my pussy and, because of the stimulation he had so recently received fucking my pussy, was close to orgasm already. It didn't take him long to cum and as I had done with the first I was able to swallow it before he withdrew.

It was only then that I realized how close to another orgasm I was. Yet the man inside my pussy had only just started. I could no longer care and I just let it happen, with the man riding me through it, not stopping or slowing until his own orgasm wracked his body with quivers of pleasure. But then, as he waited to regain his breath with his cock still inside me, someone started to lubricate my ass.

"No! Please, not that; please not my ass, do anything you want to me but please don't fuck my ass. I'm begging you. Do anything, do anything you want but not that."

Prior to my meeting Joe, eighteen years or so ago, I had had many lovers, engaged in all sorts of sexual activities and played all sorts of sex games, but the one thing I had refused was anal sex. It wasn't until after we were married that I let Joe persuade me to try it. The first time had been a little painful, (I had expected that, I had done some research) the next couple of times were uncomfortable but after that I found that it gave me quite a pleasant sensation. Although I had started out very reluctant now we incorporate it into our games on a fairly regular basis. But the point is that only Joe had ever had my ass. Other lovers had taken mouth and my pussy but my ass was his alone; it belonged to him. After I had gotten used to anal penetration I was pleased that I had waited, that Joe had been the first and only man to penetrate my ass, something I gave to Joe and no one else. And now someone was about to violate my ass and desecrate Joe's property. I would have done anything for that not to happen.

But my pleas fell on deaf ears. The man was still lubricating my ass and a single finger pushed through my ring and started to gently thrust in and out. As he was doing this, he positioned himself behind me. Then he pressed his cock to my pussy and thrust inside me. For a moment I felt a glimmer of hope; maybe he would just finger my ass whilst fucking my pussy. But my hopes were dashed after a few minutes as he withdrew first his cock from my pussy then his finger from my ass and his cock replaced the finger. The head of his cock popped straight in past my ring, a momentary twinge of pain. And then a steady gentle pressure forced it all the way in.

I had had an enema just prior to Joe coming home in anticipation of the games I had hoped we would play, but that had been hours ago, (how many hours I could not tell) I hoped I was still clean inside.

As he started into a slow and gentle rhythm, hands appeared to be everywhere on my breasts, my belly, my shoulders and neck. I was being caressed all over and then my pussy was engaged and there was more than one hand, two or three perhaps, pulling on my labia, stroking my clit and poking in and out of my pussy. I could only tolerate this onslaught for a few minutes before my whole body started to quake, despite my bonds I was thrashing about with the ecstasy of it and I came. Surprisingly, the man in my ass came almost immediately. He held my hips and squeezed as he rammed his cock into me with the last spurts of his cum. I wept over this final act, not for me but for Joe.

And then quite suddenly I was alone on the bed. The ropes were untied and I was repositioned on my back but with my legs out straight and tied at my ankles instead of just above my knees. What was next? I didn't know or care I just wanted it to be over so I could go to Joe. Then there was the sound of what I believed was the men dressing. Was it over? I waited. Then the voice from before came and whispered to me.

"Now that was a really enjoyable session, don't you think? If you like we can come back another time and do it all over again. Maybe next time we will come prepared and treat you to some really interesting games." He stroked my cheek and I didn't even move away from his touch.

Then there was the silence. I tested the ropes but I was still securely tied. They must have left, I could hear nothing. I don't know how long I lay there, it could only have been minutes but it felt longer. I was not concerned about what had happened to me; I was worried about Joe, how badly had they hurt him. I needed to get free to go to him but I could see no way of doing so. If Joe was tied up as securely as I was would even he be able to free himself? What if he was unconscious?

Then I heard a noise downstairs, followed by a few rattles and a moment later someone running up the stairs.