insearchof33333
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I had been in training for my new job for 2 months, a thousand miles away from new, young wife. She was being a real trooper putting up with me being away for so long. Fortunately, we could stay in touch via webcam and I could not only talk to her every night but see her as well. And sometimes, we could do even more…virtually ;-) I was only weeks away from going home and then we would really be able to touch one another.
I turned on my laptop and fired up the webcam and there she was, right on time. Beautiful as ever with her long brown hair, those beautiful wide brown eyes and a smile that could brighten any day. I was hoping we could “play” tonight. I was so fucking horny.
“Hi Honey, how was your day?” I asked.
“It was OK, but I miss you sooo badly. I can’t wait for you to come home. I know its only two weeks more, but its been forever”, she replied with that cute little pout.
“Honey I know, I am dying here, I am so horny, I feel like I am going to explode” I told her in a low voice, so my roommate in the next room wouldn’t hear.
“Well” she smiled unbuttoning the top button of her blouse and giving me that sexy pout, “we could play a little, if you really want to”, teasing me.
“Want to? Are you kidding? I am ready to climb through this computer” I said watching her unbutton her blouse and slide her hand inside, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as she massaged her breast under her blouse.
It was then I saw something that made my heart stop. A shadow, A shadow in OUR bedroom, in OUR house. Oh my God, it was the silhouette of a man but dressed all in black. Black pants, black turtleneck, black gloves Black ski mask with only his eyes and lips showing.
She still had her eyes closed, She couldn’t see my panic. “HONEY!” I yelled into the laptop mic, only to see to her eyes open wide and a glove simultaneously clamp over her mouth.
She struggled but the invader produced a knife and held it before her eyes before lowering it to her throat. He removed his gloved hand from her mouth and now he slide his hand under her blouse, I could see him moving roughly under the fabric, squeezing her breast hard, and I assumed pinching her nipples.
My wife sat perfectly still, Frozen with fear. The cold steel against her throat. I could see her shaking with fear as this robber, rapist moved his mouth to her ear. He whispered something and I saw her eyes crinkle in fear, her lips quiver. Tears start to form. A low scream begin to form deep in her throat. Then I saw him look into the camera. He was looking at me as he fondled my wife. His eyes through his mask were cold, hard, emotionless, and then a look of satisfaction formed in his eyes, and a slight smile formed on those exposed lips through the mask.
I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to do anything to cause him to harm my wife. If I left, he might pull the plug on the computer and kill her. So I sat, I watched. I too, was frozen with fear. Fear for my dear young wife.
He removed his hand from my wife’s breasts and clamped it again over her mouth, sensing she was about to scream, sensing she was about to lose it completely. He still held the knife at her throat as he pulled her to her feet. His mouth again moved to my wife’s ear but I could not hear his words. I did see the result, however. My wife’s hands reached for the button on the front of her jeans. She fiddled with the button finally pulling the top of her jeans open, slowly sliding down the zipper, moving her hands to her hips and sliding the jeans down her thighs to her knees. Stepping out of them. And again to her hips, sliding down her bikini panties and letting them drop to the floor. Now she was standing perfectly still, her hands at her sides.
I saw the bastard pull off one glove, pulling each glove finger with his mouth, the glove hanging from his teeth until he spit the glove onto the desk. Then I saw his gloveless hand move down to across my wife’s stomach, pulling the tail of her blouse aside, as he put his hand between her legs. My wife started to close up her body and he jerked her upright with a harsh command and the knife pulled closer to her throat. She spread her legs apparently from another command as he moved his finger to her pussy, sliding between her vaginal lips, massaging her clit, sliding down to invade inside her, deep inside her. He fingered her for what seemed like forever, before his mouth again moved to her ear. I saw my wife nod slightly in resignation, now his robot, trying to avoid the knife held centimeters from her beautiful throat.
I couldn’t help myself, I hissed, “Leave her alone you fucking bastard. I am calling the 911. They will be there in minutes.”
That is when I saw him remove a gleaming finger from my wife’s pussy, holding one finger to the web cam and waving it from left to right in warning. He then slid the knife down to the front of my wife’s stomach and turned the point to her stomach. I got the message. If I did anything, he would kill her.
I saw my wife turn sideways and slowly lower to her knees. I could only see her head just above the desk as she kneeled in front of him. I saw the knife again held sideways against her neck as her hands moved to his belt, undoing it, unbuttoning his pants, sliding down his zipper.
She was shaking uncontrollably as she pulled out his huge cock. She looked up at him. His cock hung there, inches from her mouth, as again I heard him issue a muffled command.
I saw her eyes lower, I saw her hand come up, hold his cock gingerly as she moved her head forward, her lips parting. His cock was huge. She put the tip in between her lips and then opened her mouth wider, as he issued yet another muffled command, Her tongue darted out. The cock was going deeper into her mouth.
He still held the knife to her neck as his ungloved hand grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head. I saw him grip her head tightly and push in to her mouth deeper. She tried to buck back but he pushed in with his cock, while he pulled her head into his body. She was panicking but he was having none of it. He continued to thrust into her mouth as I saw tears stream down her cheeks, dripping on that now gleaming cock moving in and out, in and out relentlessly.
Tears were forming in my eyes. Why wasn’t I there to protect her? Why was I sitting here watching this invasion of my dear, sweet wife. But I knew why, I told myself, he would kill her if I moved.
She was moving on his cock with unforced intensity. She always gave the best blowjobs I ever had, and I could see that she was doing the same to him, I knew her. She was just trying to make him cum and get her ordeal over with. And then the bastard removed his hand from the back of her head. The motherfucker actually gave me a thumbs up, holding his hand and erect thumb directly in front of the web cam, telling me how good she was at sucking him off. I got a sick feeling in my stomach and it clenched almost in pain at the thought. Indeed she was.
Suddenly his hand moved again to the back of her head. He pulled her head back and pulled his gleaming cock from her mouth. She stared up at him confused. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her up to a standing position, I could see her face wince in pain as her face disappeared above the camera. I could see their bodies facing one another and then my wife was turned abruptly to face the camera. She was forced down, her hands on the desk, straddling both sides of the laptop and web cam. I saw her breasts hanging down, loose and saw her face close to the web cam, filled with confusion and fearful anticipation.
Then I saw her eyes open wide. It was apparent that he had entered her from behind. Her body started to jerk forward and backward. Her face being thrust into the camera and back again. I could see her eyes crinkle shut in pain as the tears squeezed out the each corner. He was huge and probably spitting her open. Her lips pressed tightly together as I am sure she was being torn apart. He continued to pummel her from behind for what seemed like hours but was more likely five minutes. Then her mouth opened to take a breath, her head held back, her face more slack, not in pain anymore. Was she getting into this, getting aroused, I thought in horror as I watched her face for telltale signs? I must be wrong.
What was even worse however was that I could feel my own cock start to harden. I wanted to, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen. I saw one gloved hand and one ungloved reach under to hold my wife’s dangling breasts, using them to pull her back and forth, squeezing them hard as he jerked into her.
He was fucking her deep and hard from behind, for almost 10 minutes now. Her head hung face down and all I could see was the top of her head moving in and out toward the camera. Her hair hanging down and totally obscuring her face.
And then I saw one of his hands release her breast and her head was pulled back, He must have grabbed her hair again, her mane, as he continued to ride her. I could see her open mouth again, her face slack, her eyes close in pain? No, not pain. OMG, I could see pleasure on her face! She was enjoying his invasion. She had let herself go with it.
I don’t know why, I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I couldn’t help myself. My cock was hard and as I stared at my wife’s face, I absentmindedly reached for my zipper, pulled out my cock and started to stroke myself. As the intensity on the screen increased, As I saw my wife, my beautiful wife being raped unmercifully and somehow losing herself to it, I moved my hand faster on my cock. I was already horny and now watching this “real time” porn show, this “real time” brutal invasion of my wife, just inches from my face, I just could not help myself, and it was obvious that she couldn’t either.
I could see she was about to cum. I had seen that look on her face before, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, tiny drops of saliva or white spittle in the corners of her mouth. Her lips forming into that “O.” Then I heard the moan begin deep inside and rise in her throat til she was saying aloud “Oh, Oh, Oh, OH, OH, OH. OH! OH!
Her body jerked spasmodically as I am sure he was pouring his cum deep inside her and her vaginal muscles were clenching his cock, squeezing out every last drop. I could feel my own cock spurting hot cum, some of it splattering on the screen, more dripping onto my hand and into my lap.
Her head was down, but suddenly it jerked up, as if she was startled from a dream, her face to the camera, I saw a look of horror and shame start to spread across her face, a mortal pain so intense, that her face contorted in agony. My heart cried out to her. I looked down at my own hand aghast at what I had just done. How I had lost myself in this violation. What in God’s name was wrong with me?
And then the screen went dark and I totally panicked. I stood up quickly stuffing my cock back into my pants. Wiping the white translucent cum from my hand, from the screen. Wiping away my own shame as best I could. I reached for the cell phone to call the police, only to feel it vibrate in my hand,
“Hello? Please I need to use this phone!!. I said.
It was then I heard the wail, a long body wrenching wail from the pit of my wife’s soul.
“Ohhhhhhh Steve. Ohhhh my God, I am so sorry, I , I , I…” was all she could stammer out.
“It’s OK Cindy, you are safe now,” was all I could reply knowing he was gone.
I turned on my laptop and fired up the webcam and there she was, right on time. Beautiful as ever with her long brown hair, those beautiful wide brown eyes and a smile that could brighten any day. I was hoping we could “play” tonight. I was so fucking horny.
“Hi Honey, how was your day?” I asked.
“It was OK, but I miss you sooo badly. I can’t wait for you to come home. I know its only two weeks more, but its been forever”, she replied with that cute little pout.
“Honey I know, I am dying here, I am so horny, I feel like I am going to explode” I told her in a low voice, so my roommate in the next room wouldn’t hear.
“Well” she smiled unbuttoning the top button of her blouse and giving me that sexy pout, “we could play a little, if you really want to”, teasing me.
“Want to? Are you kidding? I am ready to climb through this computer” I said watching her unbutton her blouse and slide her hand inside, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as she massaged her breast under her blouse.
It was then I saw something that made my heart stop. A shadow, A shadow in OUR bedroom, in OUR house. Oh my God, it was the silhouette of a man but dressed all in black. Black pants, black turtleneck, black gloves Black ski mask with only his eyes and lips showing.
She still had her eyes closed, She couldn’t see my panic. “HONEY!” I yelled into the laptop mic, only to see to her eyes open wide and a glove simultaneously clamp over her mouth.
She struggled but the invader produced a knife and held it before her eyes before lowering it to her throat. He removed his gloved hand from her mouth and now he slide his hand under her blouse, I could see him moving roughly under the fabric, squeezing her breast hard, and I assumed pinching her nipples.
My wife sat perfectly still, Frozen with fear. The cold steel against her throat. I could see her shaking with fear as this robber, rapist moved his mouth to her ear. He whispered something and I saw her eyes crinkle in fear, her lips quiver. Tears start to form. A low scream begin to form deep in her throat. Then I saw him look into the camera. He was looking at me as he fondled my wife. His eyes through his mask were cold, hard, emotionless, and then a look of satisfaction formed in his eyes, and a slight smile formed on those exposed lips through the mask.
I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to do anything to cause him to harm my wife. If I left, he might pull the plug on the computer and kill her. So I sat, I watched. I too, was frozen with fear. Fear for my dear young wife.
He removed his hand from my wife’s breasts and clamped it again over her mouth, sensing she was about to scream, sensing she was about to lose it completely. He still held the knife at her throat as he pulled her to her feet. His mouth again moved to my wife’s ear but I could not hear his words. I did see the result, however. My wife’s hands reached for the button on the front of her jeans. She fiddled with the button finally pulling the top of her jeans open, slowly sliding down the zipper, moving her hands to her hips and sliding the jeans down her thighs to her knees. Stepping out of them. And again to her hips, sliding down her bikini panties and letting them drop to the floor. Now she was standing perfectly still, her hands at her sides.
I saw the bastard pull off one glove, pulling each glove finger with his mouth, the glove hanging from his teeth until he spit the glove onto the desk. Then I saw his gloveless hand move down to across my wife’s stomach, pulling the tail of her blouse aside, as he put his hand between her legs. My wife started to close up her body and he jerked her upright with a harsh command and the knife pulled closer to her throat. She spread her legs apparently from another command as he moved his finger to her pussy, sliding between her vaginal lips, massaging her clit, sliding down to invade inside her, deep inside her. He fingered her for what seemed like forever, before his mouth again moved to her ear. I saw my wife nod slightly in resignation, now his robot, trying to avoid the knife held centimeters from her beautiful throat.
I couldn’t help myself, I hissed, “Leave her alone you fucking bastard. I am calling the 911. They will be there in minutes.”
That is when I saw him remove a gleaming finger from my wife’s pussy, holding one finger to the web cam and waving it from left to right in warning. He then slid the knife down to the front of my wife’s stomach and turned the point to her stomach. I got the message. If I did anything, he would kill her.
I saw my wife turn sideways and slowly lower to her knees. I could only see her head just above the desk as she kneeled in front of him. I saw the knife again held sideways against her neck as her hands moved to his belt, undoing it, unbuttoning his pants, sliding down his zipper.
She was shaking uncontrollably as she pulled out his huge cock. She looked up at him. His cock hung there, inches from her mouth, as again I heard him issue a muffled command.
I saw her eyes lower, I saw her hand come up, hold his cock gingerly as she moved her head forward, her lips parting. His cock was huge. She put the tip in between her lips and then opened her mouth wider, as he issued yet another muffled command, Her tongue darted out. The cock was going deeper into her mouth.
He still held the knife to her neck as his ungloved hand grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head. I saw him grip her head tightly and push in to her mouth deeper. She tried to buck back but he pushed in with his cock, while he pulled her head into his body. She was panicking but he was having none of it. He continued to thrust into her mouth as I saw tears stream down her cheeks, dripping on that now gleaming cock moving in and out, in and out relentlessly.
Tears were forming in my eyes. Why wasn’t I there to protect her? Why was I sitting here watching this invasion of my dear, sweet wife. But I knew why, I told myself, he would kill her if I moved.
She was moving on his cock with unforced intensity. She always gave the best blowjobs I ever had, and I could see that she was doing the same to him, I knew her. She was just trying to make him cum and get her ordeal over with. And then the bastard removed his hand from the back of her head. The motherfucker actually gave me a thumbs up, holding his hand and erect thumb directly in front of the web cam, telling me how good she was at sucking him off. I got a sick feeling in my stomach and it clenched almost in pain at the thought. Indeed she was.
Suddenly his hand moved again to the back of her head. He pulled her head back and pulled his gleaming cock from her mouth. She stared up at him confused. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her up to a standing position, I could see her face wince in pain as her face disappeared above the camera. I could see their bodies facing one another and then my wife was turned abruptly to face the camera. She was forced down, her hands on the desk, straddling both sides of the laptop and web cam. I saw her breasts hanging down, loose and saw her face close to the web cam, filled with confusion and fearful anticipation.
Then I saw her eyes open wide. It was apparent that he had entered her from behind. Her body started to jerk forward and backward. Her face being thrust into the camera and back again. I could see her eyes crinkle shut in pain as the tears squeezed out the each corner. He was huge and probably spitting her open. Her lips pressed tightly together as I am sure she was being torn apart. He continued to pummel her from behind for what seemed like hours but was more likely five minutes. Then her mouth opened to take a breath, her head held back, her face more slack, not in pain anymore. Was she getting into this, getting aroused, I thought in horror as I watched her face for telltale signs? I must be wrong.
What was even worse however was that I could feel my own cock start to harden. I wanted to, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen. I saw one gloved hand and one ungloved reach under to hold my wife’s dangling breasts, using them to pull her back and forth, squeezing them hard as he jerked into her.
He was fucking her deep and hard from behind, for almost 10 minutes now. Her head hung face down and all I could see was the top of her head moving in and out toward the camera. Her hair hanging down and totally obscuring her face.
And then I saw one of his hands release her breast and her head was pulled back, He must have grabbed her hair again, her mane, as he continued to ride her. I could see her open mouth again, her face slack, her eyes close in pain? No, not pain. OMG, I could see pleasure on her face! She was enjoying his invasion. She had let herself go with it.
I don’t know why, I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I couldn’t help myself. My cock was hard and as I stared at my wife’s face, I absentmindedly reached for my zipper, pulled out my cock and started to stroke myself. As the intensity on the screen increased, As I saw my wife, my beautiful wife being raped unmercifully and somehow losing herself to it, I moved my hand faster on my cock. I was already horny and now watching this “real time” porn show, this “real time” brutal invasion of my wife, just inches from my face, I just could not help myself, and it was obvious that she couldn’t either.
I could see she was about to cum. I had seen that look on her face before, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, tiny drops of saliva or white spittle in the corners of her mouth. Her lips forming into that “O.” Then I heard the moan begin deep inside and rise in her throat til she was saying aloud “Oh, Oh, Oh, OH, OH, OH. OH! OH!
Her body jerked spasmodically as I am sure he was pouring his cum deep inside her and her vaginal muscles were clenching his cock, squeezing out every last drop. I could feel my own cock spurting hot cum, some of it splattering on the screen, more dripping onto my hand and into my lap.
Her head was down, but suddenly it jerked up, as if she was startled from a dream, her face to the camera, I saw a look of horror and shame start to spread across her face, a mortal pain so intense, that her face contorted in agony. My heart cried out to her. I looked down at my own hand aghast at what I had just done. How I had lost myself in this violation. What in God’s name was wrong with me?
And then the screen went dark and I totally panicked. I stood up quickly stuffing my cock back into my pants. Wiping the white translucent cum from my hand, from the screen. Wiping away my own shame as best I could. I reached for the cell phone to call the police, only to feel it vibrate in my hand,
“Hello? Please I need to use this phone!!. I said.
It was then I heard the wail, a long body wrenching wail from the pit of my wife’s soul.
“Ohhhhhhh Steve. Ohhhh my God, I am so sorry, I , I , I…” was all she could stammer out.
“It’s OK Cindy, you are safe now,” was all I could reply knowing he was gone.
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