"Trouble With Paranoid Wife"
by Rat
The fact that there are people who have been struck by
lightning more than once is a great condolence to me as I am one of the
few husbands whose wife has been raped trice in five years of marriage.
Let me tell you she is not a slut or even sexy, just blessed with
looks, which attract trouble. Her dressing sense is normal, little
flash of midriff or cleavage but never her pale legs. She is the
petrified one who really avoids trouble by not taking a lonely road or
even drives shortcuts etc. In short she is a simple lady who secretly
likes sex, but too conservative to admit even to herself that she needs
more than her husband. This fuels her talent of landing in trouble very
naturally.
After two years of boring marriage we found a way to satisfy our nights
with innocent long drives. Cars were my passion and I use to repair
junkyard cars with indigenous parts. Late nights I use to take the cars
on country roads as these were unregistered polluting vehicles not
suitable for city driving. We were in a small truck, which must have
been some studio van or simple caravan in its glory days. Driver
section was simple as any truck but truck still had some carpet lining
and sleeping arrangement. Earlier that evening we had a formal
appointment with some family friends, so Joyce was still in here formal
clothes. It was a simple black pleated skirt with light yellow shirt,
something you see only on above aging ladies. Even though conservative
I remember that her black under-wire bras visible though her shirt gave
her an innocent yet appealing look. But my hormones were kept under
control by here constant nagging that it was late, its lonely, its
dark, its illegal etc. Some where between the attraction and nagging I
missed to notice that the vehicle was heating till I heard the knocking
sound and the truck going dead. I knew that all it need was some time
and water to move again so I picked the jerry can and asked Joyce lets
take a walk to the lake we just passed.
Any lady would jump for a walk with here husband on such a nice calm
night but Joyce was different. She said "Its not safe and its all your
fault $#% $%$&&* ." I knew argument is not an option so I told here to
lock herself in the car and wait "I'll be back".
I must be two or three miles, not more than 40min round trip so the
truck would be drivable cool by then so no rush. I had no idea of what
could happen in that time.
When I was gone for about tem minutes a jeep stopped by our truck, he
was a nice looking, slim, tall guy dressed in tight yet well fitted
jeans and clean white shirt. The guy peeped trough the window with his
cigarette still in his mouth. His clean shaven friendly face convinced
Joyce to roll-down the window and listen. He deliberately exalted into
the cabin and being a non smoker she choked and coughed as he asked
what was the trouble. She told him there is some car trouble and my
husband has gone for water to the lake. "So he left you alone". It now
struck here she was more helpless in the car then she would be walking
with me. The guy simple pulled the handle and opened the door wide, he
grabbed her hand with the strength and determination of a maniac and
pulled here out. Before she knew he had a switch knife pressed on here
breast. "We can do in the truck or I can rape you on the thorny bush.
Consider the option.". He elaborated his offer explaining if she
cooperates it would be regular sex, he would even use rubber but here
defiance would lead to torture beating. She would be taken with pain,
with forest thorns poking here. He would add to here pain with deep
teeth bites may even engrave his name with the knife. He would tear
here clothes useless and that she would be a sight for the policemen
registering her case. Joyce was wordless, so he proved his point by
tearing a slit in here skirt by driving the knife near her thigh and
moving it down to here left feet. This brought here back to senses and
she whispered "yes - whatever you say". He held her by hand and led her
in the back of the truck, where she sat motionless on the carpeted
floor.
Petrified as she was, he knew it was going to be a no resistance rape
so he started acting gentleman. He put away the knife and cigarette,
removed his shirt to display six pack abdomens and well molded chest
and arms. Joyce was weeping, so he kindly asked her if she was
comfortable with nudity. Joyce did not answer; she just closed her eyes
and laid back as total submission to unavoidable. He took his time to
relish his conquest and gazed her from toe to head. He pulled apart the
hem at the newly created slit, showing her legs right up to her
panties. Softly rubbing Joyce's pale legs he concluded that this was
really virgin territory. With her eyes closed Joyce could only feel his
hands moving up, and when he reached here thighs she started to
tremble. His grip became stronger just under her panty line and he
squeezed a few times this raced blood to her thighs. She knows what was
next but he jumped over her panties and directly proceeded to unbutton
her shirt. He carefully unbuttoned her and parted it. He lowered his
head to here cleavage and sniffed onto here lovable secant from here
sweaty breast. The truck was really warm and even he had a nice sheen
covering his rock hard body.
He started sliding up rubbing himself hard on Joyce, she could feel his
chest muscle pressing her tender tits though her black under-wire. His
lips reached hers and he kisses her, it was a very strong kiss almost
bruising her lips and intoxicating her with strong tobacco sent. He
kept sliding up till his chest reached her lips. Joyce had no choice
but to breathe hard inhaling his sweat and the pheromones that come
with it. It is a scientific fact that male pheromones relax females,
may be I lacked them which explains why she is such a paranoid with me.
This guy was giving here a full dose of it which really relaxed her. It
was no Aphrodite and she did not start begging to be deflowered or
something but just relaxed. She stopped sobbing and even opened her
eyes as he lifted himself from her. Well cut well built stud, cute but
still I am being raped and that too for my husbands fault. Once she had
mentally transferred all blame on me she was free from all guilt and
consequences, this brought some lust and spark in her still wet eyes.
He saw the sign and immediately rubbed her clint though her panties,
soft reassuring massage relaxed her further, and drained any resistance
that would be left in her.
Joyce was all putty, soft complying and available and she was
completely relaxed against here normal self. She laid there exposed and
well spread so he unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans and boxer
in a go, and displayed a perfect specimen of male organ. This made huge
impact on her, she froze not for fear but in anticipation as her body
prepared itself by internal lubrication. He know her types, now that he
had raped her mind taking her physically should be fast. He rubbed her
clint again and when she sighed and closed her eyes he utilized this
moment by pulling onto her soft panties at side exposing her and
placing the head of his swollen cock at the entrance. She opened her
eyes in shock and he pushed the head right into her. Joyce's legs were
always a dead chicken during the intercourse with me but he had really
cranked her sex machine so she tried to provide resistance by trying to
close her legs. This gave fiction and he enjoyed driving the entire
length against her will.
She knew she was taken and the gentleman had not kept his promise of
using protection, now she risked both pregnancy and disease. Further he
may even kill her harm her and all such paranoid thought returned to
her and she started weeping again. He was having fun and determined to
split her in two so kept ramming himself as hard as he could. Each
stroke was long as he withdrew almost completely and then pumped into
her with his muscular might. He roughly griped her tits and used them
as handles to ramp himself even more. He could go on for ever but
decided to finish as he knew I could be there any moment. He changed
his rhythm to really fast sharp blows and finally pulled fully and
re-ramped in a final plunge. She knew this moment well and had always
forced me out when I came. Although I always used rubber but she was
afraid it may fail. Imagine her pain when this stranger seeded her
-something she did not allow her husband even with rubber on. The
sensation was new and beautiful for the first time have it skin to
skin, felt the tremors of ejaculating dick and the juice flowing into
her. She could not take all this and almost fainted. She recovered in a
minute or so and saw her new lover dress and disappears. She heard the
jeep start and whine away and she laid there weeping and motionless.
It seemed a long time when I reached the scene and saw here in the rear
section. She was lying motionless with her legs parted enough for sex,
her skirt was still spread at the torn slit but her panties had covered
her snatch. Her shirt was still open showing her swollen red breast and
few bite marks. She looked sexy except for her deep sobs. I could guess
that she was raped so I embraced her in my arms and started to cry with
her.
Either feeling the safety or my arms or relishing a satisfying sex
session she dozed off and I drove us back home. We did not report it to
police as she was afraid that he may get bail and come after us and
harm her. Privately she got her self cheeked for any possible vernal
disease and pregnancy. I was more scared of pregnancy, as our faith did
not allow abortion as option. Fortunately nothing happened and the
night diminished from out memory but we never went for long drive.And
still she landed in trouble again.....
- The End -
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