1. Everyone Has A Past


    Date: 1/25/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    breaking point. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop myself. “Are you insane?” I barked. “It’s obviously out of the question!” “Is it?” Lulu hissed. “Is it?” Then, turning to my wife, “Is it really out of the question, Tina?” “Lulu, please understand,” my wife tried. “I’ve moved on. I’m sorry if I hurt you…” “Sorry!” Lulu shouted again. “Sorry! I’m fucking through with sorry! I’m fucking through with everything.” She was turning. There was a sports bag on a chair, and she began rummaging in it. Then she turned back, holding a camcorder. Then she was moving, straight towards me as she thrust the thing at me. “Here! Take it!” “What?” “You stole her from me,” Lulu said. “And now you’re going to pay.” “I don’t understand,” I said. “I want you to know what it feels like!” Lulu shouted. “I want you to know what it feels like to stand there behind the camera, watching, recording the woman you love being fucked by other people!” I tried desperately to get everything straight in my mind. I didn’t know Lulu, but she was obviously untrustworthy. What was her game plan? And what was this ‘other people’? Was she going to force herself on my wife? “Take it!” Lulu yelled. Then, to my amazement, my wife said quietly, “Do as she says.” So I took the camera, turning it, seeing that it was already recording. That might be an advantage, if we could somehow get the camera out of the building with proof of Lulu’s lunacy. The woman leered at me as I held up the camera, then she turned, taking ...
    a few steps towards a door. If I’d imagined anything, it was that the door lead to a closet or something, but when she turned the handle and flung it open, I realised it was a connecting door to the next room. “In you come, guys!” she called gleefully. I can only describe the three men who entered as brutes. That’s how they appeared to me; all shaven headed and naked, save for a mass of tattoos. They went straight up to my wife and began touching her, none to gently. “We’ve heard a lot about you, Tina,” one of them leered. “We’ve seen a lot too,” another said. This was intolerable. “You can’t do this!” I exclaimed. The men ignored me, but Lulu stomped right up to me. “Of course we can!” she shouted. “And unless you want the world to see what a slut your wife, the celebrated author, really is, you’ll keep that camera trained on her!” I looked at Tina, but she wasn’t looking at me. Without any sign from her, I didn’t know what to do. I aimed the camera at her, avoiding her face, thinking all the time that I must avoid capturing her face on film. One of the men was undoing her skirt, which soon dropped to the floor. “Get the slut on the bed,” one of them said, and together the three of them lifted Tina and dumped her unceremoniously on her back on the bed. Her legs were pulled apart. “Tights!” one of the men spat. “I fucking hate those things!” I just stood there, dumbstruck, forcing myself to think that I must avoid Tina’s face as her nylons were ripped asunder. Another of the ...
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