I was very nervous as I waited for my friend. A fantasy was one thing, but how would it really feel to watch my best friend **** my wife? Would it be as sexually exciting as the fantasy was, or would it turn me off to see my wife really being used by another man? I wasn't sure, but I had to find out!
I saw Randy in the doorway. The light from the bathroom was enough for him to look around our bedroom. As we had agreed, he didn't even look at me. He did look at my "sleeping" wife!
I watched Randy walk over to the dresser and lay something down, but I wasn't sure what it was. Then he turned and looked down at my wife.
I had told my friend every detail of the **** fantasies that my wife and I had acted out. I even offered him the 25 caliber revolver that I used to **** her with, but Randy said that he'd rather use his own gun. I thought that Randy would do it just like we had, but Randy had his own plan!
Randy finally walked over and turned on the bedroom light, and then he went over to my wife's bed. As he did, he pulled his gun out of the waistband of his slacks. Christ, where did he get that thing? I don't know anything about hand guns, but I'd never seen one that big!
Oh God, it was starting!
Randy called my wife's name as he shook her by her shoulder. My wife pretended to wake up and screamed, "Randy, what are you doing here?"
Randy said exactly what I had said when we acted out our fantasy. "I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago, bitch. Your husband's business trip finally gives us a chance to be alone together."
"Get out!" My wife screamed. The gun that was by Randy's side was quickly under my wife's chin.
"Shut up, bitch!" Randy ordered. "You're not giving the orders here, I am! Do you understand me?"
My wife stared back at him defiantly. Randy jammed that huge gun into her throat. "I asked you if you understood me!" He repeated loudly!
My wife said exactly what she had said in our fantasy. "Yes, Randy, I understand you. Please don't hurt me!"
So far, everything was just the way that my wife and I had acted it out. Then Randy added his own ideas. He went over to the dresser and he picked up a Polaroid camera. That must have been what he was carrying when he got here!
Randy turned around and focused the camera on my wife. She couldn't react quickly enough to cover herself up, and he took a picture of her lying on the bed in her nightgown. "What are you doing?" She yelled.
Randy shrugged his shoulders. "I promised Chuck and Jimbo some pictures of you." He answered.
Chuck and Jimbo were very good friends of mine. What was going on? This wasn't in my fantasy!
"You're not showing them any pictures of me!" My wife yelled.
"It's not up to you, bitch!" Randy yelled back at her. "We're going to go "Fred's Inn" later tonight, and we're going to have few beers and look at some pictures of you."
"As a matter of fact," Randy laughed. "The guy's are waiting out in front for me right now!"
I could see a look of panic on my wife's face. He couldn't be serious! I didn't know what was going on either. Randy seemed to be acting out his own fantasy now!
My wife jumped out of the bed and she looked out our bedroom window. "Oh God, Honey," She said. "They really are parked across the street waiting for him. Your friends know that Randy is in here!"
Randy aimed the camera at my wife as she stood in front of the window. "Yeah, they know that I'm in here. They know everything." He said.
Before Randy could take the picture, my wife tried to run away. "They're not going to see pictures of me!" She hollered, before Randy caught up with her.
It happened very quickly. Before I could do anything, Randy had forced my wife to the floor. He wasn't gentle. I heard her back hit the floor with enough force to knock the wind out of her!
Randy's gun was back under her chin! "Don't tell me who's going to see pictures of you, bitch. Your going to do what you're told!" He sneered.
"Honey!" My wife called to me.
Before I could answer her, Randy hollered, "He's on a business trip, bitch! There's no one here to help you. You're going to do what I tell you to do!"
Randy grabbed the front on my wife's nightgown, pulled her to her feet and then he pushed her back against the bedroom wall. "Smile, bitch! I'm going to take some pictures of you!" He ordered.
"Please, Randy...." My wife started.
"God Damn it!" He screamed. "I told you to smile!"
She tried. I couldn't believe it, but my wife fought back her tears, and she tried to smile. "That's better." Randy said, then he went back and picked up the Polaroid camera and focused it on her.
I saw a flash, and I knew that Randy had a picture of my wife in her nightgown.
Randy tossed the picture onto the dresser. "Pull your gown up slowly," He ordered her. "I'll tell you when to stop."
My wife looked over to me for help. I just stared back at her. I had to see how far this would go! When she saw that I wasn't going to help her, my wife reached down and took hold of the bottom of her nightgown and she started to pull it up.
She pulled her gown up to just below her panties. She had to try one more time. "Please, Randy," She begged. "Don't make me do this!"
Randy was holding the camera down at his side. "I didn't tell you to stop!" He sneered at her.
"Oh God," My wife sobbed. She closed her eyes and she slowly pulled her nightgown up." I watched as my wife's plain white panties were ******* to my friend.
"Just a little more." Randy said. My wife pulled her gown up another couple of inches. "Stop right there!" Randy ordered.
My wife's nightgown was bunched up around her waist. Randy could see two or three inches of my wife's bare stomach above her white panties. I saw the flash from the camera. Randy had that picture of my wife.
Randy laid the camera down on the dresser, and he walked up to my wife. He pulled his gun from the waistband of his slacks. He used the gun to draw an imaginary line just under her throat.
"Why don't you pull your gown up to here." Randy said. "I think that Chuck and Jimbo would love to see a picture like that. Don't you?
"Please, Randy," My wife begged. "I'll let you take the picture of me, but you have to promise that you won't show it to the other guys!"
Randy laughed at her. "You're not in any position to bargain." He said as he used the gun to re-drew the imaginary line under her throat. "Pull your gown up, NOW!"
My wife glanced at me for just a second, and then she closed her eyes. I watched as she very slowly pulled her nightgown up to her neck, ******** her well shaped tits to my best friend.
"That's real nice!" Randy said. He went over to the dresser and picked the camera back up. The flash told me that my friend had a picture of my wife's naked breasts!
"Okay, take your nightgown the rest of the way off." Randy said.
I expected my wife to argue with him, but she didn't. I guess she knew that her nightgown wasn't hiding anything anyway. She pulled her gown up over her head and off!
For just a second, my wife held her nightgown up in front of her to hide her bare breasts. Randy told her to drop it! She only hesitated for a few seconds, and then she let her nightgown fall to the floor!
Randy could see my wife wearing only her panties! The flash from the camera told me that my best friend had that picture of my wife!
"Turn around, bitch." Randy sneered. "Let me see your ass!"
I saw Randy in the doorway. The light from the bathroom was enough for him to look around our bedroom. As we had agreed, he didn't even look at me. He did look at my "sleeping" wife!
I watched Randy walk over to the dresser and lay something down, but I wasn't sure what it was. Then he turned and looked down at my wife.
I had told my friend every detail of the **** fantasies that my wife and I had acted out. I even offered him the 25 caliber revolver that I used to **** her with, but Randy said that he'd rather use his own gun. I thought that Randy would do it just like we had, but Randy had his own plan!
Randy finally walked over and turned on the bedroom light, and then he went over to my wife's bed. As he did, he pulled his gun out of the waistband of his slacks. Christ, where did he get that thing? I don't know anything about hand guns, but I'd never seen one that big!
Oh God, it was starting!
Randy called my wife's name as he shook her by her shoulder. My wife pretended to wake up and screamed, "Randy, what are you doing here?"
Randy said exactly what I had said when we acted out our fantasy. "I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago, bitch. Your husband's business trip finally gives us a chance to be alone together."
"Get out!" My wife screamed. The gun that was by Randy's side was quickly under my wife's chin.
"Shut up, bitch!" Randy ordered. "You're not giving the orders here, I am! Do you understand me?"
My wife stared back at him defiantly. Randy jammed that huge gun into her throat. "I asked you if you understood me!" He repeated loudly!
My wife said exactly what she had said in our fantasy. "Yes, Randy, I understand you. Please don't hurt me!"
So far, everything was just the way that my wife and I had acted it out. Then Randy added his own ideas. He went over to the dresser and he picked up a Polaroid camera. That must have been what he was carrying when he got here!
Randy turned around and focused the camera on my wife. She couldn't react quickly enough to cover herself up, and he took a picture of her lying on the bed in her nightgown. "What are you doing?" She yelled.
Randy shrugged his shoulders. "I promised Chuck and Jimbo some pictures of you." He answered.
Chuck and Jimbo were very good friends of mine. What was going on? This wasn't in my fantasy!
"You're not showing them any pictures of me!" My wife yelled.
"It's not up to you, bitch!" Randy yelled back at her. "We're going to go "Fred's Inn" later tonight, and we're going to have few beers and look at some pictures of you."
"As a matter of fact," Randy laughed. "The guy's are waiting out in front for me right now!"
I could see a look of panic on my wife's face. He couldn't be serious! I didn't know what was going on either. Randy seemed to be acting out his own fantasy now!
My wife jumped out of the bed and she looked out our bedroom window. "Oh God, Honey," She said. "They really are parked across the street waiting for him. Your friends know that Randy is in here!"
Randy aimed the camera at my wife as she stood in front of the window. "Yeah, they know that I'm in here. They know everything." He said.
Before Randy could take the picture, my wife tried to run away. "They're not going to see pictures of me!" She hollered, before Randy caught up with her.
It happened very quickly. Before I could do anything, Randy had forced my wife to the floor. He wasn't gentle. I heard her back hit the floor with enough force to knock the wind out of her!
Randy's gun was back under her chin! "Don't tell me who's going to see pictures of you, bitch. Your going to do what you're told!" He sneered.
"Honey!" My wife called to me.
Before I could answer her, Randy hollered, "He's on a business trip, bitch! There's no one here to help you. You're going to do what I tell you to do!"
Randy grabbed the front on my wife's nightgown, pulled her to her feet and then he pushed her back against the bedroom wall. "Smile, bitch! I'm going to take some pictures of you!" He ordered.
"Please, Randy...." My wife started.
"God Damn it!" He screamed. "I told you to smile!"
She tried. I couldn't believe it, but my wife fought back her tears, and she tried to smile. "That's better." Randy said, then he went back and picked up the Polaroid camera and focused it on her.
I saw a flash, and I knew that Randy had a picture of my wife in her nightgown.
Randy tossed the picture onto the dresser. "Pull your gown up slowly," He ordered her. "I'll tell you when to stop."
My wife looked over to me for help. I just stared back at her. I had to see how far this would go! When she saw that I wasn't going to help her, my wife reached down and took hold of the bottom of her nightgown and she started to pull it up.
She pulled her gown up to just below her panties. She had to try one more time. "Please, Randy," She begged. "Don't make me do this!"
Randy was holding the camera down at his side. "I didn't tell you to stop!" He sneered at her.
"Oh God," My wife sobbed. She closed her eyes and she slowly pulled her nightgown up." I watched as my wife's plain white panties were ******* to my friend.
"Just a little more." Randy said. My wife pulled her gown up another couple of inches. "Stop right there!" Randy ordered.
My wife's nightgown was bunched up around her waist. Randy could see two or three inches of my wife's bare stomach above her white panties. I saw the flash from the camera. Randy had that picture of my wife.
Randy laid the camera down on the dresser, and he walked up to my wife. He pulled his gun from the waistband of his slacks. He used the gun to draw an imaginary line just under her throat.
"Why don't you pull your gown up to here." Randy said. "I think that Chuck and Jimbo would love to see a picture like that. Don't you?
"Please, Randy," My wife begged. "I'll let you take the picture of me, but you have to promise that you won't show it to the other guys!"
Randy laughed at her. "You're not in any position to bargain." He said as he used the gun to re-drew the imaginary line under her throat. "Pull your gown up, NOW!"
My wife glanced at me for just a second, and then she closed her eyes. I watched as she very slowly pulled her nightgown up to her neck, ******** her well shaped tits to my best friend.
"That's real nice!" Randy said. He went over to the dresser and picked the camera back up. The flash told me that my friend had a picture of my wife's naked breasts!
"Okay, take your nightgown the rest of the way off." Randy said.
I expected my wife to argue with him, but she didn't. I guess she knew that her nightgown wasn't hiding anything anyway. She pulled her gown up over her head and off!
For just a second, my wife held her nightgown up in front of her to hide her bare breasts. Randy told her to drop it! She only hesitated for a few seconds, and then she let her nightgown fall to the floor!
Randy could see my wife wearing only her panties! The flash from the camera told me that my best friend had that picture of my wife!
"Turn around, bitch." Randy sneered. "Let me see your ass!"
