Masturbation Monday: “Please, Fuck My Wife!”

This erotica short is an entry to the weekly Masturbation Monday challenge, hosted by author Kayla Lords! The rules are simple: write something nasty that makes people want to masturbate. If you liked to read it, “like” this post! 🙂

He was a thug: broad shouldered and mean. Mickey De Luca, born and raised in alleys and educated with a pistol in his hand. Tonight, he smashes an apartment window with a rock and pushes in through that cracked opening. There is no moon tonight. Mickey is here for revenge.

The Bianchi’s live in this apartment, furnished with cheap things. Oliver “Ollie” and Annette, husband and wife, who sleep peacefully in their shared bed. Mickey brushes glass off his shoulder and waits until his eyes adjust to the darkness. Outside the window, a pair of cats howl and hiss.

The door to the bedroom is half open, and the thug peeks in toward his victims. He pulls a revolver out of his coat and watches the pair snore. Annette’s breasts rise and fall and she breathes. His cock tickles, and as a result, his finger tickles on the trigger of the gun.

Mickey flips the bedroom light switch and then points the gun at the couple.

“Wake up, you sons of bitches!”

Both scramble in surprise, sitting up in bed. Annette covers herself with the bed sheet. Already, she knows that this has something to do with Ollie’s bad habits. Gambling, drinking, and dope. She knew he spent nights out on the pier with his “buddies,” and came home looking like he had been rolling in trash. Although she had never seen Mickey before, she recognized him as the kind of “buddy” Ollie would keep.

“You know why I’m here, Ollie. You owe me money that I don’t think you can pay.”

“Mickey, come on man, you know I’m always on the level,” Ollie stutters and shakes.

“You couldn’t find the level if you had a level. I’m here to kill you and be done with it. I’ll be doing the city a goddamn favor.”

“Please! Please! Give me time!”

“No, I want payment now.”

Annette is smart. She knows what will happen next, even as her husband continues to plead. Mickey keeps looking her way, staring at her body beneath the sheet. She’s heard about men like this, and the things they do to women like her. Her fate was decided the day she married a low-life swindler like Ollie.

“I’m about to put bullet through your head if you don’t come up with a way to pay me, fast.”

“Please…take Annette. Please, fuck my wife!”

Annette’s ears ring at the words. She doesn’t bother to look at Ollie, the swine. Mickey puts the gun back into his coat pocket and marches toward the bed. He’s well over six feet and enormous. When he looks down at her, she feels as if she’s looking into the face of Satan. He doesn’t like small talk, and so in silence, he tears the sheet off the bed and reveals her slim body in a nightdress. She’s trembling.

“Will you pay for what your husband has done?”

“Yes.”

Mickey unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock, thick and long as a monster. It’s already hard for her, expecting repayment. She can hear Ollie start to cry, jumping off the bed as if to flee.

“Stay right there! Stand there and watch me,” Mickey commands.

The thug yanks her thighs apart and maneuvers her on the bed. The cock moves toward her, pointing like a gun. He rubs his rough hands over her pussy and feels how wet she is, but says nothing. Best to keep that a secret from the husband in case he wants to visit her again. He pushes his cock into her and watches the little angel squirm.

“Oh Jesus, not this!” Ollie weeps from the corner.

Mickey rips the silk nightdress so he can watch Annette’s breasts rise and fall as he fucks her. She’s wet and tight, bucking up her hips to accommodate his entire cock. She’s delicate and more beautiful than he ever imagined Ollie’s wife could be. Even more than this, he can tell she’s pleased. Her eyes move from the cock disappearing into her cunt back towards her weeping husband, all without remorse. It’s a punishment she approves of.

The thug’s cock slides into her with long, slow thrusts. Ollie feels like throwing up when he hears his wife moan, a sound that he knows well. She’s about to cum. Mickey can feel it too, and his pace quickens. The pleasure is keen; fucking a wife in front of her husband. He looks over to make sure that his victim has his eyes locked on the moving cock.

“Oh!” Annette whimpers, her cunt filled with the thug. She feels her orgasm swell and release, and she knows that Ollie knows it. With her eyes closed, she cums all over Mickey’s cock with a trickle of juice.

Mickey follows her, groaning like a bear. He shoots a stream of white cum inside of her, filling up his victim’s wife. Ollie pulls at what is left of his hair and screams. He regrets the day he ever rolled a pair of dice.

The gangster pulls his cock out of Ollie’s bride and tucks it back into his trousers. He doesn’t bother to break or mangle anything on his way out; his work is done. Crawling back out through the broken window toward the fire escape, he can still hear those two cats fighting down in the alley below.