Posted by Craig on December 05, 2005 at 18:32:10:
A story I wrote about my wife....hope you enjoy.
Turning on my left turn signal, I slowly eased the car into the parking lot of the small shop with a dingy “Antiques” sign hanging in front of it. The sign didn’t look half-bad considering the place in reality was an out of business machine shop. It should be just convincing enough to fool my wife long enough, I thought. Long enough to get her in a position she will be unable to escape from.
As soon as the car stopped Kendra got out of the passenger side, and I couldn’t help notice how sexy she looked, wearing a tight pink shirt that had shrunk to the point that a good inch of her smooth flat belly showed above the waist-line of her tight button fly jeans. It was just warm enough out that she didn’t need a coat on this beautiful spring Sunday morning. The sun was shining down beautifully on Windsor. It was a good day to die, I thought. Or more particularly a good day to watch someone else die I though evilly, staring at Kendra’s tight ass as we walked up to front of the “Antique” store.
The door was opened, and Kendra stopped momentarily in front of me, confused by the appearance of dusty machinist tools and presses in front of her, instead of rows and shelves of antique brick-a-brack and old furniture. No, we will be looking at something MUCH more interesting today I mused to myself, as I pushed her ahead of me just far enough to get the door securely closed behind us. I waved to the two gentlemen who rose from chairs at the far end of the shop and shouted “Hi guys” at the same time as I reached behind me and twisted the fob on the dead bolt, locking us in, masking the sound from Kendra. She turned to face me, a questioning look on her beautiful young face, and said, “What’s going on?” I gazed back into her dark hazel eyes and said, “You’ll see in a minute.”
“My oh my,” said the first of the two men as they walked to the front of the shop “you weren’t kidding when you said she was a real looker.” He stood about 6 foot 2, and looked strong for his approximately 35 years of age. His partner was slightly shorter yet bulkier, with a mean sneer on his worn face giving some approximation of the hard times he’d seen in his 30 odd years of existence. “I think your proposed bonus ought to be more than enough for this job” he finished, hooking his thumbs in the front of his jeans. “Yeah Bill I reckon so,” said the short thin man, who I’d spoken to on the phone a couple of weeks ago, whose name was Tom. Kendra took a step away from me, still looking at me and said “Craig what the fuck is going on here?” As she did this, Tom slowly circled around behind Kendra, openly looking her up and down, stopping to stare at her ass for a good few seconds before looking up at me and grinning. Bill unhooked his thumbs from his belt and slowly moved towards Kendra, staring at her chest and grinning.
“Well honey,” I said, “I guess you’d have to be a little stupid if you didn’t see this coming. But you see I found out about 3 weeks ago about you and Brian.” Kendra’s eyes got a little wider, and I could see her almost physically jump when I mentioned Brian’s name. I grinned and continued, saying, “Any wife who is fucking another man should know the risk she runs when she does it.” Kendra turned visibly paler, increasing her beauty as the sudden cold splash of fear that had hit her caused her breathing to increase. She didn’t want to believe what I was telling her, but she had no choice. “I hope he fucked you real good, and made you come real hard. I really do, because it had better have been worth dying for.” At that Bill reached forward for Kendra, and she jumped backwards into Tom’s waiting arms. “No please!” Kendra shouted, and began struggling with Tom, who grabbed her around both wrists and pulled her arms behind her. Bill quickly circled around behind Kendra and produced a pair of handcuffs, which he quickly slapped over Kendra’s wrists. “Owww you’re hurting me. Craig please make them stop!” Kendra pleaded, but I ignored her pleas. “You had your fun sweetheart, fucking that redneck piece of shit in our bed. Now I’m going to have my fun.” I walked over to her, and rubbed my hand across her trembling cheek as I said, “You know how much I love fantasizing about seeing pretty young girls being killed. Well I won’t have to fantasize anymore.” Kendra sobbed, and tears started running down her cheeks as she said “No Craig, please, don’t do this. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I cheated on you, but don’t end it like this!” My only response was to say “Let’s go” to Tom and Bill, before turning from Kendra and her sobbing pleas to walk towards the back of the shop. Tom and Bill followed, dragging Kendra with them. I could here her twisting and begging with Tom to let her go, to stop, that he was hurting her wrists, but he ignored her, pushing her forward as he grasped her forearms behind her back. I couldn’t help noticing as I held the door open for them that the front of Tom & Bill’s jeans were bulging out as hard as mine. I’m sure we were all thinking about their bonuses.
We quickly piled into a white van with darkly tinted windows parked out back of the machine shop. Tom clamped a hand down over Kendra’s mouth as he forced her into the back seat of the van, in case she got the bright idea of calling for help. Tom piled into the back of the van with Kendra, and Bill and I got in front, with Bill driving. Bill started the van and started moving out. As soon as we were rolling, I slid out of my seat and moved to the back, drawing the curtain separating the last two rows of seats in the van from the front. With this curtain drawn and the tinting on the windows, the rear of the van now became a perfectly isolated little room, invisible to the rest of the room. The perfect place for me to watch Tom enjoy his “bonus.”
When I got myself seated in the rearward facing second bench seat of the van, Kendra has sitting with her back against the right hand window next to the rear bench seat, her legs stuck out along the seat in front of her, feet pushing at Tom, trying to keep him away. “Stay away from me” she said, her hands cramped uncomfortably behind her by the handcuffs. Tom was grinning and running his hands up the inside of Kendra’s calves, and she kicked at him, causing him to jump and grimace slightly. Sudden anger flushed Tom’s face, and he leapt at Kendra. She barely had time to get out a short shout of fear when it was choked short, turning into a gasping, choking squeal as Tom grabbed her around the neck, pushing his thumbs into her windpipe, crushing it closed. Kendra began to squirm as her eyes bulged in fear, and her face quickly turned red as she struggled for air that would not come. “Listen you bitch,” Tom growled at her through clenched teeth “you better settle down and stop fighting me or I will kill your dumb ass right here!” The look of complete fear and sorrow on Kendra’s face was so beautiful as she choked and tried hopelessly to pull her neck away from Tom’s grasp that it forced a wave of erotic pleasure through me as I reached down and stroked myself through the front of my jeans. I could see Kendra’s belly rising and falling desperately as she tried to breath, as her shirt was lifted up higher by her contortions, and just before she seriously started to strangle Tom released her. Kendra sagged back away from him, and began crying again, between gasps stammering out “Oh p-p-please Craig, make him stop. I promise I won’t every cheat on you again. “Oh you’ve got that right sweetheart” I groaned as I reached down inside my jeans to stroke myself as I watched Tom, now unhindered by Kendra’s struggles, push her shirt up above her breasts, revealing the flat, toned magnificence of her belly and the black lace bra pushing up her breasts. Tom’s right hand roughly grabbed the crotch of Kendra’s jeans, his thumb pushing against her hard, causing her to squirm, while his left hand slid up her belly to squeeze her breasts through her bra. I pulled my cock free from my jeans and began stroking it slowly as Tom pulled down the left cup of Kendra’s bra and pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp and squirm once again. However, this is all of the resistance she offered. Tom reached down and began tearing at the front of her jeans, pulling them open as her button fly quickly peeled away to review black lace panties covering her pussy. The sight of this violation alone almost made me cum, and I had to stop touching myself, as I wanted to make this last. Tom leaned down and started kissing Kendra’s neck, moving around to her mouth, forcing his tongue inside her as his hand reached down inside her now opened jeans to rub against her pussy through the soft cotton of her panties. Kendra’s eyes clamped shut in horror, but she reluctantly started kissing Tom back, and I couldn’t help notice as Tom broke the kiss away Kendra’s tongue pulling out of Tom’s mouth and back into hers. Tom stroked Kendra’s hair for a second, gazing down at her and saying, “Goddamn you are a little hottie.” Kendra didn’t reply, only looking up at him, tears drying on her face and fear in her eyes. Tom reached behind him, and produced a hunting knife folded shut. As he opened it, Kendra’s breathing grew more rapid, and as he leaned forward with the knife in his right hand, the left hand reaching down to grasp Kendra’s bra, she screamed. Tom turned the blunt edge of the knife towards Kendra and slid the knife under the center of her bra and neatly severed the fabric there, then pulling the two halves of the material apart to reveal Kendra’s fine 34B breasts, nipples soft and pink and inviting as the rose and fell rapidly with Kendra’s panicked breathing. Tom quickly put the knife away, bent down, and started sucking on Kendra’s left nipple, as this time his right hand slid down inside of her panties. Kendra moaned and arched her back as I heard the wet sound of Tom’s fingers entering her, and I reached up and again started stroking myself slowly, as I felt so turned on I thought I would die. Tom worked his tongue over both of Kendra’s breasts until her nipples looked red, swollen, hard, and raw, all the while Kendra being increasingly unable to conceal how good the attention of Tom’s mouth and fingers felt as she twisted and groaned beneath him. Finally, Tom leaned back, got down on the floor in front of the seat Kendra was sprawled across, and quickly untied and removed her shoes. He then pulled savagely at her jeans, nearly pulling her off of the seat before the slid down off of her fine ass, revealing her long, beautiful legs. Her panties came next, revealing the dark patch of curly hair covering her pussy. Tom bent down and ran his tongue slowly up her cunt, drawing a dazed “ohhhhh” from Kendra’s trembling lips. He then reached behind Kendra, one arm passing under each of Kendra’s arms, and lifted her up, until her head was almost touching the ceiling of the Van. Tom then turned her and laid her down so that the crest of the seats back was pushing into her belly, her fine ass and pussy facing towards the front of the vehicle, her long blond hair cascading down around her face as it faced the darkened rear window of the van. Quickly now Tom stripped himself of jeans and underpants and crawled up on the seat cushion behind my wife. After a moment of awkward positioning, with one hand reaching down to his crotch as the other grasped the side of Kendra’s ass, Tom groaned and sighed with immense satisfaction as he slid his rock hard cock inside my wife. His head sagged down momentarily, obviously overcome with the wonderful feel of Kendra’s pussy as it closed around his hardened shaft. Then Tom slowly rose up and pulled back, halting for half a second before pushing himself inside Kendra again. This rhythm gradually increased, as Tom started fucking my wife faster and faster, until Kendra was gasping in pain each time Tom’s thighs slapped hard against her ass, and her head and body were shaking violently as he thrust his cock inside of her with greater and greater force. I had cum extremely hard seconds before my wife’s violation reached this stage, and sat now gazing up at this spectacle from my knees, gasping for breath after the most intense orgasm of my life. Tom now had a handful of Kendra’s long soft blond hair in his hand, and was pulling hard on it, raising Kendra’s head, and she was now grunting painfully each time Tom slammed into her. “How do you like it bitch?” Tom grunted. “How do you like it huh?” Tom then grunted and leaned forward, then shouted “Oh fuck” as he came hard, his cock buried deep inside my wife. By this time I had managed to pull my pants back up, and had repositioned myself on the seat, and sat watching my wife as she lay over the seat, hands cuffed behind her, sobbing softly to herself as semen ran down in a thin stream from her ravaged pussy. Tom pulled his pants up and disappeared into the front of the van. “Please Craig,” Kendra managed to sob as the Van slowed down and stopped. After a bit of rustling in the front of the Van, Bill stepped into the back, took one look at Kendra’s position, and laughed. “Oh my this is gonna be wonderful.” Kendra, looking back over her shoulder with fear in her eyes, began sobbing again as Bill moved toward her. I sat back and readied myself to enjoy watching my wife being raped yet again…..
Bill took a good thirty minutes to finish going at Kendra, the end being particularly unpleasant for her as Bill grew tired of her pussy and fucked her ass until he came, his screams of ecstasy mingling with Kendra’s screams of pain. We had reached our destination ten minutes prior to this climax, and after another 10 minutes of my awkwardly redressing Kendra, assuring her as I wiped away her tears that it would all be over soon, all four of us stumbled from the van. I saw Kendra visibly stiffen as she saw where we were. The air was quite still, and the sunlight of late morning shown down lazily upon the gentle waters of the river flowing through this small, deserted Canadian park. Kendra struggled against Tom’s arms, and started pleading again as he pushed her forward towards the small dock that extended some 30 odd feet out into the river. I watched her struggle to escape was we walked, and the poor girl never really had a chance to break free, thanks to Tom’s strength and the handcuffs. “HELLLLLLLP” she screeched, and the sound of her pleading cry fell upon the silence of the park like a pebble in the ocean, causing a slight ripple and fading away, as no one was here to reply to her. Nobody that cared, anyway.
The big fight came in actually getting Kendra up onto the dock. She dug her long, coltish legs in and refused to bulge, straining backwards to once again reveal her tight, sexy stomach above the waist of her jeans and beneath her tight pink shirt. Tom jerked her hard to the right and she stumbled, allowing him to lift her up onto the dock. Kendra went limp, forcing Tom to drag her the rest of the way out to the end, where with a painful wrenching on her arms, Tom forced her to stand. I stood looking for the last time upon my wife’s beauty, and the sureness of her impending death had caused another erection to bulge out the front of my jeans. “Please Craig, don’t let them kill me,” she said between sobs. “I don’t want to die. Oh god please…sob…please…I am so scared.” I smiled at Kendra, moving towards her, then without a work, I kissed her on her forehead, and then moved away, gesturing at Tom & Bill to proceed. “No ,oh God no no DON’T” Kendra shrieked, as Tom, standing behind her, gripped both her arms around the biceps and pulled back solidly. At the same time, Bill bent down and wrapped his arms around my wife’s legs at the thigh and lifted. Together, they carried her over so that she was at a slight angle, her feet over the water, while the rest of her was over the dock, as Tom held her by the upper portion of her arms. Tom leaned forward into the softness of Kendra’s hair and kissed her gently on the back of the head, as Kendra gasped out “No…no please stop….stop this…oh god”. Then, Bill dropped to his knees and lowered my wife feet first into the water, his arms slipping loose momentarily as she sunk down a few inches at a time, first her shoes entering the water, then disappearing beneath it’s surface to be followed by the calves of her long sexy legs. “Oh G-G-God I am s-s-so scared” Kendra stammered as her thighs slipped below the water, and Bill’s arms slid up to wrap around her bare stomach, then up to her breasts as the waist band of her jeans disappeared beneath the water. “Oh God, Oh God,” Kendra repeated, her breathing very rapid, sounding as if she was about to hyperventilate. Finally, Bill released his hold on Kendra, and Tom lay on his stomach on the dock, still holding Kendra’s arms behind her by the biceps, his impressive upper body strength the only thing keeping her out of the water. The water was now up just slightly above her chest, and gazing down I could see her nipples stood out hard against the coolness of the water, as her pink shirt was now glued to her trembling chest. “Goodbye Kendra,” I said, “I’m going to enjoy this much more than you.” This brought a fresh torrent of tears to my wife’s face, and she managed to sob out “No Bubba please don’t let them do this to me. I’m so scared!” This last sentence came out as a squeak, and Tom leaned forward as I nodded to him and said “You better hold your breath now.” Kendra managed to say “No!” quickly before Tom pushed down, and I saw my wife try to suck in a quick breath a split second before she was pushed down beneath the surface of the water. With his arms fully extended, hands still gripping my wife’s upper arms like steel bands, the top of her head was a good six inches below the water’s surface. The water was clear enough for me to gaze down and watch Kendra struggle, her legs now kicking violently beneath her as she panicked, trying to kick and twist herself away from Tom’s death grip on her, to get to the surface for one more breath of sweet air. Her hair floated out beautifully around her twisting head, and the surface was disturbed very little by the violence of her struggles. Tom glanced up at me briefly and grunted out “You want me to let her up a few times or just end her right now?” Without hesitation I said “Finish her right now. I think she’s suffered enough.” A few seconds later a small eruption of bubbles broke the surface as Kendra reached the limits of her resistance to the cold water that was begging for entrance to her sexy young body. Her lungs ached terribly as unreasoning panic drove her to fight for some release for the death rushing for her. A scant three seconds later a slightly longer eruption of bubbles broke the surface, to followed almost immediately by a long stream of bubbles as my wife’s resistance broke down and she sucked a long stream of icy river water into her lungs. I could tell by her spasmodic thrashings that she was coughing and retching as her oxygen starved lungs rejected the fluid now filling them, but there was no alternative for her now. As I watched her struggles lost the fluidity of the movements of a thinking, reasoning human being, and degenerated rapidly into the chaotic, random jerks and twitching of an insect that has been sprayed with bug killer, as Kendra quickly began to die. Her head thrashed back violently, eyes open wide in complete terror barely visible through the turbulent half foot of water separating my wife from the life she so desperately wanted to cling to. Kendra then began convulsing violently, her shapely young body twisting grotesquely. She convulsed head shuddering and turning left and right, as if to say “NO!”, for another few seconds, and then my wife’s legs drew up, clenched together, until her knees were almost touching her chest. Then, they shot down and out straight, and began twitching rapidly. Her nerves fired off random commands to the rest of her body as she sagged down, relaxing, with the only interruption being the sudden flexing of an arm, or the kicking of one foot, caused by nervous reaction as her body shut down. Finally, Kendra’s body seemed to tense up from head to foot, and her fingers stretched out trembling. Then, the life passed almost visibly from her, and her body relaxed completely, sagging down in Tom’s grasp. Despite the redness of his face from the effort of holding her, Tom kept Kendra beneath the surface of the water for another full minute before, with Bill’s help, he pulled her back up onto the dock. I touched myself as I stared down at my wife’s corpse, and orgasmed hard inside my jeans. Kendra’s eyes were half closed, but I could still see the way her glazed, unseeing eyes stared off below me and to her right. Water trickled from her nostrils, and filled her sagging mouth, some of it spilling out as Bill’s hand pressed down on her left breast to feel for a heartbeat. Bill released his hand and shook his head to the negative, and Tom said “What a piece of ass.” Kendra’s pink shirt was glued to the front of her, and her nipples stood out hard and stiff, frozen there at her death by the cold river water. The shirt rode up now high above her stomach, and that very sexy belly rose and fell now more. The crotch of her jeans looked slightly green, witness to the fact that in her final moments my wife had pissed herself, either in terror or as her body lost control of its functions. “Too bad you couldn’t have had her suck your cock,” I said. “Her mouth was truly amazing.” Bill and Tom then rolled Kendra over onto her side, causing more water to flow from her mouth. As Bill removed the handcuffs from her corpse, I leaned down and squeezed Kendra’s now silent left breast, and kissed her on the lips one last time. Then I stood as Bill and Tom, making sure they had massaged as best they could the cuff marks from her wrists, wrestled Kendra’s body back over to the docks edge. With a final push, she fell off the edge of the dock and into the water with a final splash. I stood there next to my hired killers, squeezing my cock, already growing hard again, through my cum stained jeans, as Kendra bobbed momentarily, head down and arms spread, hair floating like a golden halo around her head, until the current started taking her down stream. She sank slowly, yet before she had rounded the far bend in the river my wife’s body had disappeared beneath the river's surface, never to return.