My name is Danny. This is a story where I experienced my wife being used by another man, against both of our will. Well, as you would eventually read, this statement is not fully accurate for her part.
I married a petite young brunette named Aida. At 5’7 and 110 pounds, with long flowing brown hair, busty 36c boobs and a size 34 ass, I believe I acquired myself an asset. Aida’s a soft country girl, being soft and demure, with such a sweet smile which have melted plenty of hearts, including mine.
The story begins when I took her for a weekend getaway, to escape the hustle and bustle of the big city we live in. We travelled to a small, quiet village, renting a cozy little antique house to settle in for a few days.
This little village is well known for its natural landscape. Civilization was intentionally developed at a very minimum level, where the most technologically advanced gadget you may find is only a colour television, and the few cars used by villagers and tourists alike.
The villagers themselves were a quiet bunch, and their favourite pastimes were either fishing in the lakes or chilling by an ancient small coffee shop.
Me and Aida spent our first evening just walking around, enjoying the beautiful sights and just appreciating the quiet time we are granted together. I did not fail to notice that whistling sounds were heard when the locals set their eyes upon my beautiful wife, some staring with eyes wide open, amazed by her beauty.
I teased my wife, saying “perhaps some of them would like to try you out”, of which she just replied with a teasing smile. As we reached our rented house though, Aida whispered to me; “I think some of the men at the coffee shop earlier followed us here, honey”.
I quietly turned to look by the corner of my eye, and true enough, 3 of them were perched quite a distance away, with their sights firmly on us. They were in their late 30’s, burly and overweight, with an unkempt appearance among them.
“That’s all right honey, they probably just need some extra inspiration when they pleasure their wives tonight”, I said with a laugh.
Aida giggled and we both walked in, never giving the men any second thought.
Later that night, both of us took a short ride out of town for dinner. The long drive out took us a considerable time to return, and we arrived approximately at 11pm. The entire village was well and truly asleep by then.
As we walked in, I decided to chill by the television, while the wife went to the bedroom to get changed. Only moments after sitting down, I heard a muffled scream from the room and sounds of a loud struggle.
I rushed to the room, and was greeted by the sight of my wife being restrained by 3 figures dressed all in black, with balaclavas covering their faces.
One of them held Aida’s arms in his grip, while the other 2 swiftly proceeded to grab me. It all happened so fast, and I was unable to do anything to even have any semblance of defending ourselves.
I was made to sit on a wooden chair, as the intruders took out ropes to bind us with. Aida was positioned to sit on the bed in front of me, and I witnessed as if in slow motion, how her hands were pulled behind her back and bound tightly together. Her captor grabbed her pink cotton scarf by the bedside, and firmly gagged her with it.
Within moments, I was bound in the exact same way.
With us being tightly in bondage, 2 of the intruders actually made their way out of the room, to my surprise. The man left inside the room proceeded to strip naked, before taking a knife out to cut away the clothes that Aida was wearing.
My wife being naked in front of me, the big man walked to my side, whispering; “I’m going to borrow your wife for one night. I’m her husband now”
And with that, he climbed on the bed as my wife continued to struggle and “MMMPHHH” through her tight gag. She looked at me for help, yet I was not able to do anything.
The man was good, very good, lasting for nearly an hour inside of her. By then, I noticed the look on my wife’s face were no longer of fear and terror, but of immense pleasure.
Just before the intruder was about to reach his climax, he loosened the ropes binding Aida’s wrists and took off the scarf inside her mouth.
“I’m gonna spill my seed inside of you, you beautiful city cunt!”
Aida responded by hugging him tight, pushing his body close to hers, and giving him a wet kiss, more intense than any she had given me.
After he was done, they continued to kiss each other like how me and Aida did during our first night as husband and wife.
And the last thing I remember was the man asking her “Be my wife and I’d give you much more pleasure than this cuck ever could”
Aida nodded
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5jns9n/mf_bondage_kink_cuckold_he_borrowed_my_wife
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