My Wife Gets Gangraped?
Copyright© 2025 by ExtremeDarkPerversion
Chapter 21: The Drinks
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: The Drinks - 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
They hug for a long time.
She separates a little, while still keeping her hands loosely wrapped around his neck and faces him. “You still look angry!” She says sadly. “My cock is hungry” he growls. “Why don’t you orgasm...” she asks. “ ... I mean in the bathroom” she quickly adds. I realise that yes, in fact, Ramesh and his gang never tried to orgasm. He laughs. “I fuck” he replies still angry “in mouth, in cunt, and in the ass. I fuck” he says. “Why don’t you find some other girl? I bet they...” she starts, and he interrupts. “My cock is hungry for your wet cunt he says with anger and conviction.
She gives a sigh of resignation.
“I am thirsty and you are angry, let’s drink something” my wife suggests. I just know he is going to mix something in the drink.
“Send your faggy husband to fetch the drinks”, he says.
I am okay with this. Nothing will get mixed.
“Can you please stop calling my husband, faggy?” She asks with fake anger.
“No” he replies. His voice is a little relaxed.
She smiles at him, rolls her eyes, turns to me, and says, “One blue lagoon” she just agrees to everything he says.
“Straight whisky hundred twenty ml”, Ramesh says directly, looking at me like he didn’t beat the shit out of me.
“Fuck you!” I say. He lets go of my wife and starts walking threateningly towards me. He pulls out a pocket knife.
“Let me tell you piece of shit ... there is no rule regarding dragging a faggot out and cutting it to pieces...” he says as he slowly moves toward me. Others from his gang circle me. I have never been this scared. I look at my wife in desperation.
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