Careful What You Wish For_(0)

My wife kissed me on the cheek as she left the house to go clubbing with her girlfriends. She looked fabulous, as always, dressed in a low cut, short black dress, leather knee-high boots and black stockings. As soon as I saw her close the taxi door I raced upstairs to log onto the Internet.

She went out with her friends every Friday and I would spend the whole evening surfing porn sites.

Andrea and I had been happily married for seven years. Sadly our sex life was becoming stale.

I flicked through several sites as I checked my e-mail accounts.

The site that I was looking at was particularly dirty. It was members’ only site that catered for ‘forced sex’ and ‘gang-bangs’. Over the previous 6 months I’d checked out most sexual activities but found myself coming back to this site over and over again. I loved looking at the pictures of women having sex with groups of men. I’d masturbate several times a night imagining that I was taking part or it was my wife being abused.

While browsing through my messages one in particular grabbed my attention. I clicked on message 136 and the following message opened up.

“Fantasise about seeing your wife or girlfriend GANGBANGED?

Do you want to turn your fantasy into reality?

If YES, contact us for more details on e mail address etc, etc”

My heart began beating faster and my cock became stiffer as I re-read the massage. At first I thought that it must be some kid messing about, then I realised that my fingers were typing the address into an e-mail document.

“It’ll be a laugh.” I thought, as I typed ‘Interested. Send details.’

“It’ll be a turn on for him to consider banging my wife.”

I sent the e-mail never thinking that they were serious or even lived in the UK anyhow.

After about 10 minutes of surfing even darker porn sites, a message ‘pinged’ on screen. I checked my account to see that the message was from the person that I had replied to.

It read…

“We may be interested in your wife but need more details. Send by return”.

I smiled and eagerly replied…

“Andrea, 27, slim, no kids, 5 foot 6 inches, brown hair and blue eyes and I think she is attractive”. I pressed send.

After two or three minutes I had another reply.

“Send a picture and her sexual preferences. You could be in business”

My heart gave a jump as I looked through “my documents” for something suitable. My cock was stiffening as I found a picture of her from a wedding we attended earlier in the year. She was wearing a hat and a light coloured dress that emphasised her curves. She looked gorgeous.

“Picture attached. Loves oral (giving and receiving), prefers ‘doggy style’, and enjoys wearing sexy lingerie. Not very vocal but is very orgasmic.” I exaggerated about the oral sex, but it was only a bit of fun.

I pressed send, and waited. About five minutes later I had the following reply…

“She looks good. What is her bra size? Is she trimmed or shaven? Forward this information only if you are serious.”

I wasn’t really serious but I was getting very turned on ‘talking’ about my wife to a stranger.

I sent them the following reply anyhow.

“She likes to wear sexy underwear (black or white), usually see-thru and lacy. Also likes (black) hold up stockings. She is a 34B bra size and neatly trimmed.”

It gave me a real thrill, and my cock was close to bursting point, as I gave out her most personal details.

Within a minute the next message arrived.

“Excellent. Where do you live? We are in Essex”.

Without thinking me re posted immediately, “Oxfordshire.” I was surprised that he/they lived so close. I imagined they would have been based overseas for some reason. The next message they sent had an attachment with the following message.

“Is this how you want to see your wife?”

I quickly opened the attachment. After about a minute of downloading, it showed a woman on her back surrounded by five men that were mauling her body. Her clothes were being ripped off, and her knickers had been pulled to one side exposing a very hairy bush. A black man was kneeling between her thighs fucking her as she sucked another man at the other end.

It was highly erotic.

I masturbated while I looked at the picture imagining it was Andrea.

“Yes I’d love to see her look like that.” I e-mailed back, cock in hand.

Seconds later another message arrived that shook me to the core.

“Send your mobile telephone number so we can make this happen”.

“Oh my God!” I thought, “These people are serious.” Until that moment I had thought it was just a bit of fun – a fantasy.

I signed out of my e-mail and turned the computer off. I was amazed and shocked that they were this serious and might actually have gone through with it.

I thought no more about it until one morning the following week when I was leaving for work. I found a message stuck onto my car windscreen asking me to call a mobile phone number. I didn’t recognise it so waited until I got to work to call. I closed my office door and dialled.

The phone was answered with a harsh,”Yes”.

“Err hello you left me a message to call you” I said.

“So you thought e-mail would keep you anonymous did you?” The voice grunted.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean,” I replied puzzled.

“You e-mailed me last Friday about your wife –Andrea. She wears nice black lacy underwear, 34b tits and is nice and trimmed. You told me she likes sucking and fucking.” The voice went on.

Suddenly I went very pale and felt my legs go weak as my mouth dried up. I took a gulp from my coffee cup and composed myself.

“Err yes I know what you’re talking about now.” I whispered.

“I’m in your company car park. A silver VW Golf on the third floor. I want to see you NOW! Don’t keep me waiting” he demanded and the phone went dead.

I got up from my chair and told my secretary that I was just nipping out for a couple of minutes. I slowly walked into the car park and climbed the stairs to the third floor. It was enclosed from the summer sun and very dark as I scoured the vehicles looking for the silver Golf. Suddenly a car flashed its headlights at me and I turned around. It was ‘Him’. I walked over to the car. The passenger car door was already open. The driver was a big man, over six feet tall with a heavy muscle-bound build, shaved head and goatee beard. His arms were covered in Celtic tattoos.

“How did you know where I worked?” I whimpered.

He turned to me menacingly, “I followed you from home. When you joined my site you gave me your real address – idiot! Now don’t piss me off unless you want to be found at the bottom of the canal. It was a mistake fucking me about on Friday.”

Shaking, I realised that this man was very serious and if I did not co-operate fully with him he would carry out his threat. “OK what do you want” I asked him.

“We want your wife.” He replied casually.

“I wasn’t serious,” I told him, “I’m not sure she would want to take part”, I continued nervously.

“Look pal, that’s not how it is.” He glared at me, “You offered her to us – we want her. It’s as simple as that. If she puts up a fight, well that just adds to our fun! You can watch if you want to, with, or without her knowing you’re there. It’s going to happen anyway, so I don’t give a shit if you want to be there or not anymore.”

My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst.

“We’ve got a lock up place in London were we hold our parties,” he laughed, “we even have a special room for visitors – twats like you that like watching their wives getting fucked by real men.”

“What do you want from me?” I asked slightly warming to his plan.

“I need the alarm code of her car, all of her regular car journeys and I want to know when she is on her period as we don’t want to go to all this trouble when she’s on”.