WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are fiction no marriage has been endangered to create this story.
A Walk on the Beach
I suggest to Andy that we do something different. Rather than our usual Starbucks meetup, he could book off work, and we could drive out to Adams Lake about an hour out of town. It takes several attempts to convince him, but on Monday, he said he had booked off Wednesday. I smiled and said "That's great." His wife is going out of town to visit their son at his college. She leaves on an early flight on Wednesday and won't be back till Sunday. If this works out, we might be able to get together again on Saturday.
Adams Lake is really just a large slough. At its deepest it is only 4 feet deep. It is fed by a little stream, and drains through another little stream. Beavers block the outflow regularly so the levels rise when the dam is in place and sink when the local farmers misplace a stick of dynamite.
The beach is popular in the summer on weekends as a place to sunbathe and kids can play in the water with low risk. It is too shallow for boating, though many people use paddle boards.
We park in the parking lot. There are no other cars. On Wednesday the beach is empty. We slowly walk up to a copse of trees at the other end of the beach. We talk about international affairs, the current state of the war between Israel and Hamas, the current state of the Ukraine/Russia conflict. We talk about the upcoming election. How we both think the conservatives have gone too far to the right. We brush on municipal issues, anything other than talk about us or our respective spouses.
At the end we turn around. There are four young men approaching us from up the beach. When they get to us, they turn around and surround us. The tall one says "Hi there, we are going to borrow your girlfriend for an hour or two. You will come along and watch, or join us, but we really cannot let you leave."
I gasp.
Andy grabs my arm. "This is really an outrageous joke. You are not going to touch my girlfriend."
Nobody says anything, but about a hundred yards up the beach they push us toward a path leading away from the beach. Andy tries to drag me back to the beach. Two grab him and two grab me. We are pulled apart, and the two with Andy hold him under his arms and forcibly direct him along the path. He shouts and struggles, to no avail. There is literally nobody else on the beach to hear him. I just follow directions, neither of the guys who pulled me away from Andy needs to touch me, one in front, one behind me.
Each time we come to fork in the path, the lead guy flips a coin and we select a path. I don't know if this is for show or really a random walk. We pass through the trees, changing path regularly inside the trees. I have totally lost track of direction. I am not even sure this is the same copse of trees that we walked toward. Then in a clearing ahead, a small abandoned cottage. We walk around to the back door which has been forced open. Inside we move through what used to be a kitchen to what may have been a dining room or a living room. There is a mattress in the middle of the floor and several chairs around the perimeter.
They force Andy to sit in a chair. "Now, do you want to watch or take part? We are all going to fuck her, and you can too if you want."
Andy struggles "You won't get away with this."
"OK, tie him up." Pieces of rope appear and his hands are tied behind his back, and his ankles are tied to the chair legs. Andy struggles and shouts for help. One of them finds a bottle and a clean cloth, he pours a measure into the cloth careful not to exceed one capful. Then he shoves it in Andy's face. Andy struggles for a minute then relaxes. The guy checks his pulse. "He's good, a strong pulse. He should be out for two to two and a half hours."
The turn to me. "Now there is two ways this can go down. You can cooperate and have fun, getting some say in what happens, or we can chloroform you as well. In that case you have no say in what happens, and no potential to enjoy it."
"Will Andy be hurt?"
"He will likely wake up with a nasty headache. If you cooperate that is all. If not, we may take out some of our frustrations on him. It is a lot more fun for everyone if you cooperate."
"Don't hurt him. I will cooperate." I look around the room. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well, enjoy yourself, at least as much as you can under the circumstances."
"I can do that." Actually, this is turning me on. I know I should be afraid, as I know I am going to be gang raped, but I am not. I am getting wet thinking about it, and wondering what they will be like.
"OK, we want you to do a sexy strip tease for us. You can pile your clothes on his lap." He points to Andy, who is beginning to snore.
I start a little swaying dance, and one by one I undo the buttons on my shirt. I see them undoing the buttons on their shirts. I Spin around and remove my shirt, tossing it onto Andy's lap. I sway for a while with my hands above my head, then reach back and unclasp my bra, freeing my 34C breasts, a bit more sag than I would like. The bra lands on Andy's lap. I fondle my breasts, watching the guys as they remove their pants. I notice that they have kept their shoes on. I release my skirt, and let it fall to the floor. I kick off my shoes and one by one remove my socks. That may have been a mistake, the floor is gritty. Too late now. I dance around a bit then face away from them, bend over and slide my panties off. I step out of them, and while bent over collect my socks and skirt. I stand up and drop them onto Andy's lap. Nude I dance around and stroke each cock then move onto the next.
I have been thinking of them as #1 through #4 from tallest to shortest. Now I wonder, should I number them by the size of their cock. That would be 1,4,2,3, but decide height was still probably the best numbering system.
#3 says, "OK, go to each one of us and give us a deep kiss."
I sidle up to #3, throw my arms around his neck, and kiss him, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth. He fondles my breasts, then reaches down and slides a finger deep into my pussy. I break off "You mean like that."
"Yeah, that is great. You are really wet! I only think that B will need lube."
I move on to #4 and repeat, this is getting me hotter. Then #1, but here I spend a more few seconds stroking his cock. It is probably 8 inches and close to 2 inches in diameter. I have never had anyone that size before. He must be B as he is definitely going to need lube. I move on to #2 and repeat the kiss, fondle sequence. I reach down and rub his cock. He is hard but cannot be much more than 4 inches, and less than an inch in diameter.
I step back and look at them, they are all rubbing their cocks. "OK, what next?"
#3 steps forward. "Let's start doggy. Over on the mattress."
The mattress has a clean fitted sheet on it. A nice touch for a gang rape. I assume doggy in the middle of the mattress. "I am not into anal and I would appreciate that we don't go there."
#1 responds "OK, we will start with no anal. We will see how well things go."
"Thank you."