My Wife Gets Gangraped?
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Chapter 14: The Punishments Part 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14: The Punishments Part 2 - A husband and wife argue about the wife’s revealing dress choice for a night out, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant True Story Cuckold Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Mother Sister Daughter Uncle Niece Humiliation Rough Snuff Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Necrophilia Squirting Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Caution Prostitution Violence
“Now it is time for the second punishment!” the manager says.
Ramesh grabs her dress and pulls it apart, ripping it apart in multiple places.
“What!” as my wife yells and covers her privates with her hands, he goes in and starts ripping out any remaining fabric without replying to my wife.
“Your 2nd punishment is to be fully naked for the rest of the night” the manager shouts and the crowd cheers.
I look at my wife. She doesn’t seem at all upset with this.
Flood lights are turned off and music starts back again. I immediately can’t see anything. As the strobe light hits the pole, I see the stage is empty.
I hear my wife’s scream. I immediately rush into the crowd towards the scream. People have started dancing and having sex, too busy to notice me, so I push them aside and keep running. I soon find my wife inside a thick circle of men.
She is on the ground, on her back. One of the bike riders is holding her hands and covering her mouth and another is holding her legs open. Ramesh is sitting between her legs and shoving his fingers in and out of her pussy with one hand and groping her breast with another.
I try to grab him but someone covers my mouth and someone else grabs my hand. I am forced to kneel. Multiple hands keep in place.
“Stop acting like a cock tease!” Ramesh growls. His voice has changed. He sounds bitter and cruel. “You fucking uncle fucking whore ... you are wetter than a fucking mop bucket”, he says. His fingers are in fact making wet sounds while going in and out of my wife’s pussy. I can also see her hardened nipple and the glistening fluid around her pussy and thighs. Ramesh is not lying. But no matter how her body is reacting, my wife is still struggling to get out.
Ramesh lowers himself over her body and starts sucking the other breast. He continues to grope her breast and thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy.
I struggle as hard as I can but I am not able to shake myself free. I feel more hopeless and helpless than I have ever felt.
Suddenly, my wife stops resisting. Her eyes roll back to her head as her body arcs, her toe curls, her chest and cheeks become red and she starts shaking uncontrollably.
“She is cumming” Ramesh exclaims cheerfully. He keeps thrusting his fingers in and out. Fluid starts spraying out of her pussy. She is stretching her legs and curling her toes. She keeps shaking for some time.
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