How Much do you Love Your Wife?


Sometimes things happen that can shatter the image you have of who you
are. Given the proper motivation, the right incentive any man will
give in. It may not be his fault but sometimes, thick, brown, smelly
shit just happens.

About two months ago it happened to me. It ruined my life. My
therapist thought it would help if I wrote it all down. Here is a list
of things that John Pressman never thought he would do.
1. See a Therapist.
2. Talk about personal feelings.
3. Cry like a bitch
4. Seriously consider suicide
5. Seriously consider divorce
6. Well...I'm not ready to talk about #6 yet.

I guess I should start at the beginning. I met Susan when we were in
college. We were just good friends for years. The first time I saw her
I knew I was in trouble. She was so fucking beautiful it was
distracting. I mean it was almost unfair. I completely lost my
composure. It was puzzling, how could anyone be that perfect. As we
got to know each other I found I really liked her--as a person. In
fact I think I over compensated, I convinced myself we were just
friends, that as pretty as she was somehow I was not interested n that
way. It was clearly a defense mechanism. I mean I'm a pretty good
looking guy but she was taller, better looking and had an amazing
personality. I did not think I had a chance with her so I took the
Just Friends route. The thing is Just Friends became BEST Friends.

Over the next 4 years we became inseparable. Between phone calls,
e-mails, and spending most of our free time together it was
incredible. I remember teasing her about her lousy taste in men.
Similarly she seemed to absolutely loathe every girl I dated. I think
by Senior year we were starting to figure out why none of our
relationships seemed to work out. Every woman I met was held up to
Susan's standard and fell woefully short. Blonde hair yes, but out of
a bottle. Nice tits, sure but not mouth wateringly perfect like my
good pal Susan's. Sweet ass, yeah I guess so but not juicy and firm as
Susan's. Personality? Funny? Kind? No, no, no...they just were not
good enough. I found out later Susan was comparing the guys she dated
to me. We both were scared about screwing up an amazing friendship so,
we waited, and stalled, and hemmed, and hawed until...it was too late.
We graduated. She moved back home to San Jose, while I took a job in
N.Y. We spent our last night together on campus, visiting our favorite
hang outs. As the evening drew to a close I knew I was making a
horrible mistake. How could I let her go? Suddenly she took a chance
and pulled me into her arms that final night and told me how special I
was, how much it would hurt to lose me. We were moving to opposite
sides of the country. She demanded that I promise we would always be
this close. She fit so snug, so absolutely perfect. This woman
belonged against me, pressed into me, nestled with me forever. I knew
it. It was a moment of total clarity, a true AHA! Gutless bastard that
I was I did not kiss her, I did not tell her that I loved her. I just
held her for a long time, made some chicken shit assurances and let
her go.

That could have been the end, should have really. Five months went by.
I was doing well as a (very) junior ad exec in a growing firm. I had
helped land a major client who was about to seek representation
elsewhere. My boss got most of the credit but the right people
noticed. About a month later a senior position opened up in our San
Francisco office. My boss was offered the job, and asked if I would
like to move with him. My new job paid more, I would have my own
staff, and the company would help cover my moving expenses. I had
always been a New Yorker and liked what I was doing. I was fresh out
of school and still learning the ropes. I thought it would be years
before I could hope to land this kind of job. Was I ready? I took the
night to think it over. I went home, made dinner fired up my computer
and soon heard a familiar voice say, "You've got mail." Mixed in with
the inevitable AOL spam, was a letter from Susan.

"John it's been weeks since we talked, or even e-mailed, and I wanted
to catch up. I'd hate to think we would ever become one of those
friends who were close in college and don't see again until our 10
year reunion. You mean too much to me. God I miss you so much! It
seems strange not being able to come over and just hang out or watch
tv together. I never realized how hard it would be. I know your busy
with work and stuff, and I guess I am too but...John I hope we can
find a way to stay in touch. Geez I know I sound like a big pile of
feminine girly-mush. I should probably cancel this message right now
but...I'm going to hit send before I wimp out. Right...NOW!!"

I know it sounds dorky but I read her message a dozen times that night
Susan was reaching out to me, (again) and we both knew it. I did not
respond to her, but I told my boss the next day that I wanted the San
Francisco job. That was Wednesday. By Friday I was in Sunny
California. Friday afternoon I was at Susan's apartment, ringing her
bell trying not to piss my pants. The look on her face when she opened
the door was priceless. Tears welled up in her eyes and her hands were
trembling.

"Hey Suze, got your e-mail. Thought I'd stop by for a visit", I said
as we laughed, and then hugged each other hard.

This time I did not stop there. I gave her the kiss that I should have
that last night in college. The kiss that I had wanted to give since I
met her over 4 years ago.

And it was as simple as that. We both knew. That first kiss was our
declaration of love. Our commitment to love and protect each other. I
felt like shouting to the world "Susan is mine! She belongs to me, and
I love her!" I felt like I had wasted years already. I had almost lost
her forever when I moved to New York. I was tired of going slow with
her. We dated heavily for a month or so, and then I asked her to move
in with me. She said yes. But when she did I made a confession.

"Susan, you make me so happy thanks for moving in with me, I love you.
I love everything about you except...well except your last name. I
think Susan Pressman would sound a lot better. I don't want to just
live with you. I want to marry you. I want to be your husband,
partner, lover, best friend--I want it all. I want to build a life
with you, I want to be your children's father, I want to put my ring
on your finger and let everyone know that you are my property, and
that I am your slave. Susan, please baby will you marry me?" I said as
I dropped to one knee and put my life in her hands.

"Yes! Yes! YES!!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs before dropping
to her knees and falling into my arms, laughing, crying, giggling like
a crazy person.

We were married two months later and everything seemed to be going our
way. Within four months my boss suffered a severe heart attack and to
everyone's surprise (especially my own) named me his successor. The
work was hard and I had to put in a lot of long hours. Monday through
Thursday I averaged 10 hour days. But Friday at five until Monday
morning at 8 belonged to the woman I loved. We would often spend the
whole weekend in bed. She was the single most important thing in the
world to me and she knew it. I did regret not giving her a real
honeymoon. I wanted a month alone with my Susan. It was almost three
years before I could swing it but finally I found the time. I told her
he could go anywhere she wanted, Hawaii, Paris, no restrictions. My
goofy lover said she wanted to drive cross country with me. The most
romantic thing she could think of would be to have me alone in a car
for 8 hours a day, to spend every moment with the man she loved. Damn,
I gotta tell you that does wonders for a guy's ego. Her only
restriction was that I could not bring my cell phone. She allowed me
to check e-mail every other day. We planned to take our time, see the
sights. We mapped out a route that took us to several local
attractions, and major cities. The first week was amazing. We visited
Hollywood, took in the Grand Canyon, and gambled in Las vegas (I won
$4,000). We were making good time to Houston when our rental car broke
down in the middle of nowhere. It would have been nice to have a cell
phone (Real fucking nice). Instead I got out and did my best
impression of a man who had a clue as to what might be wrong. I
loosened caps and jiggled wires, before proclaiming that the car was
"broken." We decided to walk back to the rest area that we had passed
about 2 miles back.

The sun was setting and the handful of cars who had passed refused to
stop. It took about a half hour to reach the rest stop. Susan went to
the ladies room to freshen up, and I went to the phone to call AAA.
There were a couple of cars and 3 or 4 motor cycles in the area. I was
on the phone for about 5 minutes when I heard a woman say in a loud
voice: "No! let me pass, leave me alone." I knew that voice, it was my
wife's! I put down the phone and ran around the corner to the ladies
room. Three men and one young girl had formed a circle around Susan.
She looked terrified. I knew I could not take on three men by myself
and Susan did not seem to be in immediate danger so I ran back to see
if I could get some help.

All the cars were gone. Only the motor cycles remained. My hands were
shaking as I dialed 911.

"Police is this an emergency...yes sir calm down, where are you...ok
stay right there, the nearest car is about 40 minutes away. AAAAIGGHH
HELP, HELP!!!" I dropped the phone and ran to help my wife.

I'll never forget the sight of my wife, her shirt was off and the
biker bitch was playing with her tits through her bra, while her men
laughed. I picked up a beer bottle from the trash and ran towards
them. I cracked the big one over the back of the head and he went
down. I waved the jagged neck around wildly as I fought my way to
Susan. The look of adoration, of sheer joy from absolute despair that
lit up her face touched me deeply. She quickly bent down and picked up
two hand sized rocks and we faced the three bikers left, together.

"We don't want trouble. Just take your friend and let us go. I have
already called the police and they will be here in a few minutes. " I
said as we waved our weapons in their direction menacingly. It was a
standoff, until the big guy I had hit got to his feet. And pulled his
gun.

"Drop em, or you die right now!" he snarled. We had no choice. I gave
him my wallet and asked him to leave us in peace.

"I like you little fella, ya got guts. You tackled the 4 of us and
almost pulled it off. You gave me your money without me having to ask,
that was real smart. I'm gong to let you live. Heck I'll let you go
right now. When I'm through with your wife you can have her back. "

"Whu, whut do you mean, what are you going to do to my wife?"

"We are going to rape her, long and hard and nasty. Don't worry Beth
here will lick her real good before we fuck her cunt and her ass so
she shouldn't get hut too bad. Usually we make the guy watch, but like
I said, I like you so you don't have to. One thing though, if the
police come back here, she is dead. We are all three time losers, so
we can't afford to get caught." Susan was sobbing hysterically and the
4 bikers were laughing ad sneering in anticipation of raping her. Beth
kissed her roughly and resumed playing with Susan's tits. Suddenly she
reached behind and undid the clasps on my wife's bra. Susan tried to
cover up but Beth would not let her. The leader with the gun told
Susan to strip.

"Beth leave her be. I want her to take those jeans off, remove her
panties and bend over this table so I can rape her."

My beautiful, innocent wife lost it at that point.

"Please. please don't do this, oh god no, don't rape me, don't make
me. John do something, help me!"

I stood there and watched as the woman I loved more than anything was
about to be destroyed. Our lives were about to be ruined. I could not
leave her, and I could not bear to watch her violation. I had to do
something, I had to try. My macho instincts told me to go rambo-ninja
apeshit, to go down fighting, to try and jump the guy with the gun,
wrestle it away somehow, kill them all for daring to look at my Susan
that way. I wanted to do that...but I knew I would not succeed. Most
likely that plan would get me killed, my wife would still get raped,
and probably murdered afterwards to eliminate all witnesses. No, what
I needed was to stall, to allow the police time to arrive. To this day
I don't know where the idea came from.

"Leave her alone. Take me instead," a voice said. It took me a minute
to realize that it was my own.

It got really quiet then. Everyone stopped looking at my wife and
turned to me.

"Li'l fella, what are you talking about, we ain't no faggots. I got a
beautiful woman why the fuck would we give her up to fuck you?" he
laughed.

You got to remember I am in advertising. I spend every day convincing
people to buy things they don't need, don't want. I overcome
objections and put my product in the best possible light. It's what I
do, and I'm damned good at it. I size up my client and create an ad
campaign custom tailored to win them over. This was my greatest
challenge, my most important pitch.

I would not fail.

First of all I reviewed what I knew about them. They were strong,
worked as a unit, experienced and liked to utterly dominate and
humiliate. I could use that.

"Look I know you are not gay but I think you are missing an incredible
opportunity here. First off you should know my wife has herpes. Check
my wallet, this is why I have to wear a condom even though we are
married. Sure you could rape her but think about how much nastier it
would be to rape me. In front of my own wife. I will lick, and kiss
and suck you all. I'll be your hot and willing he-bitch on the
outside. But on the inside... you know how much I'll hate it, hate all
of you. Oh god it is going to be so humiliating, so degrading. I'll
just have to take it, I'll just have to smile, and suck, and
swallow--while you gang rape me and the woman I love has to watch. The
reality is my wife is already shutting down, going into shock. You
might as well fuck a corpse. You say you have all been to jail... are
you telling me none of you have ever forced a weaker man to satisfy
you sexually? How did it feel to have him hold his ass open while you
pounded him? Did you enjoy having some helpless boy suck your smelly
dicks. Oh, I promise I would suck you so fucking good. I'll swallow
every drop. Do any fucking thing you want to me and I swear I will
smile and ask, no humbly beg for more. I am yours. Only... please,
god, please god spare my wife," I pleaded as hot tears came down my
face and I sank to the floor and kissed the leader's boot.

I glanced at Susan and she was clearly stunned by my offer. I don't
think she realized until then just how much I loved her, how precious
she was to me. You see I know that I had already hurt her once. Not
through any action on my part but through my complete gutless inaction
I had let her come to harm, failed to show her that I loved her, to
claim her as my own. I had almost lost the woman I loved then. IT.
Would. Never. Happen. Again. NOBODY fucks my wife but me. I PROTECT
her. I would die for this woman. But dying would not be enough to save
her. So I would let myself be raped for her. The thing that seemed to
amaze her was that this was not even a hard decision for me. A part of
me had passed love and crossed the line into insanity. I was looking
forward to demonstrating my devotion, to proving that our love was
stronger than their sick hatred. The bikers talked it over, for about
a minute.

"Ok, little fella you make a good point. We can have a regular rape
anytime. This could be fun. But if we are gonna do this we need rules.
There are four of us. We each get one turn with you, and can do
anything we want. You have to make a real effort to make love to us
while your wife watches. You have to make each of us cum until we are
satisfied. If you do, fine you win, you and your wife are free to go.
But if you can't make us all cum, or if you resist... your wife
becomes our bitch-slut for a week. I promise you we'll break the
little stuck up snob. I have a lot of friends, and I like to share. Do
we have a deal... good! Hop on our hawgs and let's get to our motel
room before the Pigs show up."

Me, Beth and my wife all rode behind one of the men. It was surreal as
our little convoy zipped down the highway. I had my arms wrapped tight
around the stomach of a man who was about to rape the shit out of me.
My wife clutched another man close, and I knew he would just love to
get his dick inside her tight little hole. We passed by our broken
rental car and I could not believe the motel was less than a mile away
from our car. If we had walked forward instead of back to the rest
area none of this would have happened. We never would have met these
assholes. We did not pass anyone or have a chance to signal for help.
They led us at gunpoint into a large room with two double beds, and a
large couch.

I remember thinking this could not be happening, I was about to be
humiliated, brutalized, raped in front of my wife. I have never hated
four human beings as much as I did this scum. For the first time in my
life I wished I was one of those macho, athletic types. If I thought
for even a second that I had a chance I'd go for it. Susan had already
proven she would stand by me, help me fight. It was tempting but four
on two, where four are bigger stronger, and have a gun... that's
hopeless. I tried to resign myself to my fate, to accept it, survive
it. The first words out of the big asshole's mouth scared the shit out
of me.

"Ok bitch get naked. I want to see your tits, and that juicy ass right
now."

"Wha, what are you saying, you promised to leave her alone, don't do
this!"

"I promised we would not fuck her, I said nothing about getting a
look, and a feel. Besides I want her to be ready, I want to remind you
of what is going to happen. If you screw up, even once, we are going
to fuck her right in front of you."

Susan was too scared to cry as Beth forcibly removed her clothing. She
was not gentle, snatching and jerking her top and her jeans off. Soon
she was down to just panties and a bra.

"Take them off bitch, get on the bed and spread your legs open so I
can have a taste."

Susan was shaking visibly as she got naked, and had difficulty
removing her bra. Finally her large firm breasts were free. Then with
a shudder and a sigh she pulled her panties off. She tried to cover
her privates, but it was no use. She looked desperate, pathetic.

"John, help me, tell me what to do. I can't take it, Pleeeze,
John...."

I never felt so weak, so utterly fucking useless as I did watching
that bitch Beth and one of those goons hold my wife down, and spread
her open on that fucking bed. She was screaming and bucking wildly,
desperately but it was no use. The third guy held the gun on me, and
the leader got on the bed and prepared to lick Susan's pussy. He took
his time about it and savored he experience. First he nibbled the
fleshy part of her upper thigh, sucking and slowly licking her meat.
He blew softly on her well trimmed crotch and then sunk a finger in
her vagina. He was just playing with her! Susan and I begged him to
stop, to leave her alone. I pleaded with him to take me instead. He
just kept licking my wife. When he finally stuck his tongue in it was
agony to watch. I could see it wiggling around inside her pussy. His
hands were playing with her ass now, squeezing and separating her
cheeks. Beth had a meaty tit in one hand and the other guy bent down
to suck on the other one. I was tempted to end it all, I was not
thinking clearly. I was about to attack the leader, I knew I would
fail but I had to TRY. That's when he told them to stop.

"Ok John it's your turn. Take your clothes off and then put your
wife's bra and panties on. Beth will get you some lipstick. Take your
time, we'll play with your wife while you change," he said as he went
back to sucking on Susan, greedily licking, and lapping and slurping
my wife's pussy.

It took less than a minute to rip my clothes off. I grabbed her pink
lace panties and squeezed into them as best I could. The bra took a
little longer. Susan is a 38DD and I am not a large man so it fit, but
I had difficulty getting it closed. Finally I twisted it around,
hooked it and then twisted it back. There was little time for me to
think, I was on Auto pilot, my wife was being orally molested and
needed me. I kept telling her to "hang on, that it was almost over."
Beth smeared cherry red lipstick on me and I was ready. The leader
looked up from my wife's wet cunt and smiled at me.

"You look very pretty John. I can't wait to rape you. I'll go first,
then mad-dog, then Beth, and then Skull crusher. You remind me of a
sweet little boy bitch I had the last time I was in the joint. We were
together for three years. I'm no faggot, but I kinda miss the little
fella. Your wife is going to sit on the couch, with her cunt wet and
wide open. If she closes her legs she will be punished. Come over here
and sit on my lap sweetie."

Susan reached out to me, as they dragged her to the couch, we hugged
briefly and I told her I would be ok, that it would be over soon. I
then walked to the leader and gingerly, awkwardly sat on his lap. His
strong arms wrapped around me and he began nuzzling me, and kissing my
neck softly. He slowly worked his way to my lips.

"Open your mouth baby and give me that hot little tongue of yours. I
want to taste that sweet, wet mouth," he said with a feverish, lust
filled leer.

I glanced up to see Susan and that was all the incentive I needed. Her
legs were gapped wide and I just knew if I hesitated the others would
gladly rape her. They were messing with her tits a little but that was
all. So far.

As I look back on it, I hate to admit it but he really was a good
kisser. Don't get me wrong, I fucking hated it, him, the situation...
but on a purely sensual technique level... well it was not bad. I
guess it surprised me. I mean I'm no Mr. macho, and while I don't have
strong feelings against gays (some of my best friends are gay, well ok
one -- and maybe BEST friend is too strong, but I do like the guy, I
mean not sexually, but he is nice); my point is I am not, nor have I
ever been a member of the gay party. Apparently though a good kiss is
a good kiss. The leader was slowly sucking on my lower lip, while
holding me tight. Then as I opened my mouth a little his tongue
flicked across my teeth and sent a little chill through me. The first
time he sucked me in, I panicked a little but, he slowed down and let
me get used to him.

"Play with my cock baby, get me nice and hard so I can stick you
good."

I reached down and unzipped him. My rapist had a long, fat cock. There
was no way that was going to fit inside of my ass! The idea of playing
with another man's cock was alien to me, but I had to. I gently rolled
him from cock head to its base, while we made out. I felt him get hard
in my hands.

"So, good, so fucking good you hot little he-slut. I've been kissing
you, now I want you to straddle me and suck me hard. Tell me how bad
you want my cock inside of you. Tell your wife that you never loved
her, that I am all you need. DO IT you fucking slut!"

My heart, my ears, my blood were pounding. I could barely catch my
breath. I put my legs on either side of the leader and snuggled up
tight against him. I could feel his cock pressing into my stomach. I
began to kiss him, suck him, lick is face with abandon. It sickened me
to say it but I did.

"Oh daddy, your little girl loves you. Please fuck me, please rape me.
I need it so bad. FUCK me now daddy, hurt my hot little ass. Teach
your virgin little boy-girl how to ass fuck. I'm ready now daddy, I
never liked having sex with her. Her fat tits are disgusting, it's
your hairy muscled chest that I need, that I love."

Susan let out an audible gasp and screamed "No!" I had hurt her, she
thought I really was beginning to enjoy myself. I wasn't but I had to
pretend to.

"What a little slut! Ok bitch I'm ready to rape you, since you
obviously need it. I want your wife to feel it. So here is what we're
gonna do. She is going to lie down on her back. You will lie on top of
her with your cute little ass sticking up. She can look you in the eye
and hug you tight while I rape your sweet ass."

The others were laughing and cheering him on while my wife and I got
into position. Susan held me in her arms and kissed me softly while we
waited for him to stick me with his monster cock.

"John baby, I'm so sorry. Hang on honey I'm here it will be ok. Focus
on me, pretend it is me. We are back home, in our bed making love on a
Saturday afternoon. I love you baby, I will love only you forever," my
wife said through tears as she held me tight.

The leader pulled my dry ass apart and spit into it a few times. Then
he lined his cock up with my anus and slowly sank his dick inside of
me.

"Arrrghhh! Shit! You are ripping me open, you are hurting me! Oh god
be gentle, please, let me get used to it. Slow down."

But he did not. He kept going deeper, harder, faster. I knew I was
bleeding some. Actually I guess that helped him slide in easier. The
pain was unbelievable. I laid my head down on my wife's chest and just
cried and sobbed, and whimpered like a baby. To have her see it, to
have her feel my body being power-fucked, to have my snot, and blood,
and tears, and shit, and his cum drip on the woman I loved was the
worst thing that has ever happened to me. The taunts and jeers and
lewd remarks from the assholes who were next were hard to take to.
This was not over. It was just the beginning.

"God you are one incredible lay. You are going through this to save
your wife? She obviously does not love you. I'm no faggot. She could
end this with a word. She could make a deal to save you. All she has
to do is tell us to stop, to offer her hot, sexy, willing -- FEMALE
body to us and you would be spared. Jesus fuck woman, how can you lay
there and let me rape your husband. Don't you love him, even a little.
You know it is your place to be raped, it should be you. What you are
doing to him is cruel. He loves you woman, you don't deserve him. Oh
well, since you don't care about him, why should I. Come on slut, tell
me that you love it. Fuck me back, squeeze my cock in your ass. Come
on little girl beg me to cum, make me cum inside of you.

I had to, I had to do it. Oh god, no, but I had to protect Susan.

"Please daddy, harder, I need it harder. RAPE ME DADDY! Rip me open.
Just fuck your little girl. I need it so bad, it feels so good to have
you inside me where you belong. I love my strong daddy's cock. You
make my butt feel all warm and tingly. Thank you daddy, I will always
remember our special night."

That did it, that pushed him over the edge. He grabbed my hips and
began pounding my ass hard, yanking me back to meet his thrusts. It
was wild, I was terrified as my rapist split me open. I felt myself
tear inside. He was humping me now, pumping his dick into me as fast
as he could. Finally he screamed my name and came, and oozed his seed
deep, down in the bottom of my ass.

He left his cock inside me for several minutes while I cried on my
wife's chest. She rocked me tight and told me that what he said was
not true, that she DID love me. The Leader was kissing my back and
neck while giving me a slow massage. I lightly sucked my wife's nipple
for comfort as it slowly dawned on me. He was getting hard again. It
did not hurt as bad this time, as I was already loose, and lubed. He
took his time and savored my ass. He seemed almost thankful, gentle.
Perhaps he was recalling fond memories with his prison lover, I don't
know. In a sick, sad way I was grateful. By contrast this slow, tender
rape was almost pleasurable. I was sucking the tit that I loved,
wrapped in my wife's loving arms. I was not in pain, and honestly it
was not nearly as humiliating the second time around. The leader
gently fucked me, rested, massaged kissed and finally came inside of
me a second time.

One down. Three to go.