For the moment, I’m being triple-teamed. I’ve got a cock in my mouth, one in my cunt and one up my ass. I’ve become a slut, nothing but a whore.
I don’t know who these guys are. I don’t even know their names. I’m just a piece of meat to them. And I don’t mind one damn bit.
One of these days, I’m going to pay for my many adulteries. It’s bound to happen sooner or later. I suppose it’s because I’m asking for it… literally begging for it.
By now, I very seldom ask my clients to use a condom. Maybe I have some sort of death wish. But I can’t help myself.
I’ve fucked enough times inside the Club to have my videos circulating all over the city. Hell, they’re probably running all across the country. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time until he finds out. Maybe that’s what keeps me coming back again and again.
I’m taking a huge risk fucking here in the Snuff Club. If my sensor pops, I’m a goner. The thought of someone’s cock condemning me to certain death always sends shivers of arousal coursing through my body.
Being triple-teamed right now is driving me wild. Any one of these cocks could be the one that seals my fate. I’ve been fucked so many times that by now I’m hopelessly addicted to it. And for me, there’s only one way out.
I should feel bad for cheating on my man. In fact, I think a part of me does. I know he deserves so much better.
So I’ve come up with the ultimate solution. I’m not nearly as discreet as I used to be. Hell, that’s long since been thrown out the window, now that all my sex videos are being posted to the Snuff Club’s website.
I’m hoping to be discovered by one man out there on the Internet. I guess I feel I owe my life to him. And thus, I figure I owe my death to him as well.
My clients have long since quit trying to spare me. I’m much too careless for that anymore. Now they all pump me full of their seed in the hopes it will be their cum that sentences me to making an appearance up on the Entertainment stage.
I certainly haven’t helped matters any. After every video, I always make the same impassioned plea. I look right into the camera and plead for that one man to come give me the hanging I deserve.
So I’m here in a sex-snuff room, being banged by three guys I don’t even know. The room comes complete with a working guillotine, electric chair and noose. The thought of me being snuffed in here drives me wild each and every time I have sex in here.
The cock in my mouth suddenly goes off, giving me a huge load to swallow. I do the best I can to gulp it all down. When he pulls out, cum leaks down off my lips.
I can’t help myself. I’m on fire from a terrible arousal as I look at the monitor. Then I gasp, “Come and hang me, honey! You know I deserve it!”
My ass gets all warm and gooey as I get yet another load up my butt. Then the cock goes off in my cunt. These three guys have given me enough baby batter to pop a roomful of sensors.
An erotic thought hits me. Ohmygawd; what if I’m fertile tonight?? The thought sends me right over the edge… again.
I cry out in orgasm, only for the cock that was in my mouth to return. For the moment, my holes are all filled with dicks that have recently discharged. I grunt as I shudder from one hell of a climax.
The door suddenly whooshes open. I blush bright crimson once I see who’s standing in the doorway. A moment later, I’m utterly humiliated.
Despite my shame, it appears as though the moment I’ve been hoping for might now be at hand. The thought hits me that this might very well be my last night working here at the Club.
That’s because my husband has just walked in through the door…
The guy in my ass looks up at him before barking out, “What the fuck? What are you doing in here? Can’t you see we’re busy?”
The one underneath me inside my pussy adds, “Wait your turn, asshole! We’ll be done with this whore in another hour or so.”
The gentleman calmly goes over to a chair at a small table. Then he sits down before telling them, “That’s quite all right, gentlemen. You don’t mind if I watch, do you? Take your time; I’m in no hurry.”
“Just who the fuck are you?” the man in my mouth growls.
“I just happen to be her husband.”
All three of them freeze. They don’t know how to respond to this shocking revelation. As for me, I’m filled with a mixture of shame, and what can only be described as an overwhelming arousal.
“Your wife’s an attendant?” the man in my mouth asks in astonishment as he pulls out, leaving his cum dripping off my lips.
“She never told me,” my husband admits. It’s true; I never told him about this.
“Hey, we didn’t know,” the guy in my ass says as he pulls out with a plop. That’s when I feel all that cum in my ass start to leak out.
The guy I’ve been riding clumsily pushes me off. I roll onto the floor as he blurts out, “Hey, buddy. No hard feelings; ok?”
My husband calmly looks at them all before asking, “How many nights have you three gentlemen been in here fucking her?”
The guys all look at each other, perplexed. They squirm in front of him in their nudity. Their cocks have all gone limp in an instant.
“The truth,” he adds menacingly. He doesn’t even look in my direction.
“Just tonight,” the guy formerly in my mouth tells him. My husband just glowers at him.
“Three… three times,” the guy who was underneath me truthfully admits.
“You guys want to help me out here?” The trio blink in surprise. This was not the reaction they were expecting.
“What do you want, mister?” the guy who was in my ass asks.
“You,” he points at the guy who was in my pussy. “Get a rope. Tie her arms behind her back. You…” and he points at the guy who was fucking my mouth. “Fetch that stool from over there in the corner. And you,” he tells the guy who was just in my ass. “Get the remote and get the damn noose ready.”
The guys look at each other in confusion. That’s when my husband tells them, “You guys want to help me out? Would you like to take part in hanging my wife? Or do you want to leave and make me snuff her all by myself?” His words give me an erotic shudder something fierce.
“Oh, hell; I’m in!” the guy just in my pussy declares as he goes to fetch a rope. That’s when the other two quickly move to comply as well.
My breath catches in my throat as my chest starts to heave. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment as my heart leaps in my throat. But now… I’m not sure what to think. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
My husband eyes me intently as I’m pulled to my feet. “Cross her arms; make those tits stick out.” He’s dutifully obeyed as my arms are crossed behind my back and secured hands to elbows.
I want to say something to him. I want to apologize, tell him I can explain, say something! But my mouth has suddenly gone dry.
My legs begin to tremble. Then my knees buckle, forcing the guys to hold me upright. My pussy is wet as hell from a mixture of their cum and an insane arousal.
“You sure you want to do this?” the guy with the remote asks my husband as I’m helped up onto the stool.
“Her sensor just popped,” my husband says calmly. “Now she has to hang.”
The guys all look at my belly. “I don’t see nothin’,” the guy who was in my ass observes.
“it’s popped, I tell you. Take another look!”
They all look again. That’s when the light goes off in their heads. They finally understand what he’s about to do to me.
“And so it has,” the guy who was in my mouth agrees. But I don’t feel any different. It certainly doesn’t feel as though it’s popped.
I find myself panting heavily as I end up standing noosed and naked upon that stool. My cunt is leaking from the many cums I’ve taken tonight from this trio. It’s embarrassing as hell… and also incredibly arousing.
“Make sure she’s looking right at me,” my husband tells them. “Now go ahead and hang her.”
I inhale sharply as I start to cry out. Then the stool is kicked away. I immediately find myself dangling a couple inches off the floor, my feet fluttering for solid footing.
My gawd; it’s finally happened! I’ve pushed my luck until I’m finally getting what I truly deserve… what I’ve fantasized about for a long, long time. My husband is hanging me! He’s… he’s SNUFFING ME!
I’m full of cum as I kick and swing. It oozes out of my holes and trickles off my lips. My husband is snuffing me. And I… I’m CUMMING!
I wriggle and squirm as I hump the air, cum dripping out of my holes and slithering down my inner thighs. It hurts like hell. But it’s the most incredible orgasm I have ever experienced. And I can tell there are more cums gathering behind that first one.
“Why don’t you boys give her a flying fuck?” my husband suggests.
The guys all look at each other in surprise. But they’re not about to turn down an offer like that.
One dutifully takes up a position right in front of me, his cock noticeably hard now. I frantically wrap my legs around him, wanting a half-decent breath. Then I feel him enter me.
My cunt goes crazy, furiously clenching around the meat inside me as I feverishly ride him. Another steps behind me. Then I feel him painfully enter my ass.
It’s a glorious violation. I’m cruelly double-fucked as the noose strangles me. Meanwhile, my husband calmly watches me hang, seemingly without a care in the world.
I clench around both dicks as I try to climb the naked body in front of me with my legs. But I’m slick with sweat and the many cums I’ve received. The pain in my holes combines with the pain of the noose, giving my body the feeling that I’m being ultimately raped.
Strangely, pleasure seduces me as I experience incredible agony. I fight and rasp for every breath. My husband just sits there, calmly watching me. Gawd; why the hell am I so incredibly turned on right now??
My husband tells them it’s ok to cum inside me. “After all, you paid for the privilege, gentlemen. So you might as well enjoy her as she hangs to death.” His words give me another erotic jolt.
The one standing nearby awaiting his turn asks, “You want to fuck her before she dies, buddy?” His remark gives me another surge of wildly erotic tingles.
My husband frowns as he tells them, “I’m not sticking my dick into that cesspool. But I’m not gonna stop you guys. You might as well find out what it feels like to fuck some other guy’s wife as she hangs to death in a noose.”
I rasp as I involuntarily clench around the dicks in my holes at his words. I can feel their cocks raping me in the noose. But I can’t stop myself from squeezing, trying to milk them dry. It’s pure orgasmic agony.
My ass is suddenly vacated, and I experience a momentary sense of relief. But the guy standing nearby replaces the one who was just in me. The pain returns, and with it, the sweet agony of more forced orgasms.
“How was it?” my husband asks the guy who just came out of my ass.
“The bitch just squeezed all the cum right out of me.” My husband nods as though that information satisfies him.
“This is fucking Intense!” the guy in my cunt gasps as he keeps thrusting. I can’t stop milking him as I struggle to hold onto him with my legs.
“Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen,” my husband calmly tells them. “She asked for this, remember? So you might as well enjoy yourselves.”
He finally speaks to me for the very first time. “Well, honey? How does it feel to have your husband snuff you? This is what you kept asking for, remember?”
I can hardly speak as I shudder in climax yet again. It’s both better… and worse… than I could have possibly imagined. The pain is incredible, but my arousal is well off the charts.
The guys take turns fucking my holes as my husband watches. I find myself starting to lose steam. Then my husband smiles at me as he tells me how much he’s enjoying watching me suffer. His words trigger yet another erotic shudder out of me, and a surge of energy inspires me to fight and suffer anew.
About that time, another attendant enters the room. Am I saved? Has Mistress Chastity sent her to relieve my distress?
I watch as she comes in and gives my husband a drink. She briefly looks at me before she heads for the door. Apparently I’m not going to be saved after all.
She reaches the door, shaking her head. I can just barely make out her words as she mutters, “I knew this was going to happen to her one day.” Then she’s gone. Gawd; even her words give me an erotic shudder!
I don’t have the strength to hold out forever. Eventually, I can’t hold onto the naked body in front of me anymore. My legs finally give way.
I dangle from the noose, impaled by cocks in my cunt and ass. I know I’m dying. Even if Mistress Chastity tried to save me now, at this point, it’s way too late. The thought fills me with fear and a terrible arousal.
Cum leaks out of my holes as my husband finally tells the guys to stand aside. They pull out until I dangle quietly, gently twisting and swaying. My bladder finally gives way. If I cum one last time, I sure as hell don’t feel it.
My husband finally gets up to go. He thanks my fuck-trio for assisting him. Once more, he tells them there are no hard feelings. Then he walks out of my life forever.
My heart is slowing down as he goes out the door. I’ll be heading down to the kitchen in a matter of minutes. My last thought is the hope he’ll be the one who ends up eating my cunt steak.
After all, he deserves it…
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I stare at the screen for the longest time. I don’t know how many times I’ve cum without touching myself. My office chair is soaked.
I’ve been watching Adulterous Wife for three months now. She’s been fucking everything that moves in that Club while begging for her husband to come hang her to death. And now he has.
It’s been incredibly erotic watching her sexual adventures inside the Club. I swear the crazy bitch had a death wish or something. I knew she was going to end up dead one way or another, that’s for sure.
I think she wanted her husband to snuff her. It was obvious in her videos. I don’t know if it was a fantasy, or just what the hell it was. But it looked like she just kept cumming and cumming in the noose as he sat there and watched.
Of course her sensor didn’t pop. But I think she sure as hell wanted it to. Either way, she got her ultimate fantasy.
Watching the whole thing happen in real time was incredible. I lucked out by turning on the Club website just in time to find her in a snuff room with that horny trio. I had no idea her husband Adam would walk in and finish her off like that. The thought of it still has me trembling like crazy.
But that’s not the whole story…
You see, I know that man. I actually went to college with him. I’ve even been intimate with him. And that’s still not the whole story…
I can’t really explain it. You see, I’ve had fantasies that now appear to be quite similar to those of his wife. But only with him, and strangely no one else.
I remember one time we were fucking in a private pool. He would dunk me and hold me under for about a minute or so while he was pounding away inside my pussy. He fucked huge bursts of bubbles out of my lungs.
I can still remember that day as though it were yesterday. I was underwater holding my breath when I had this really crazy thought. For a minute there, I wanted him to enjoy drowning me as he fucked me.
I remember how intense our passion was. I wanted to please him so badly. I really wanted him to drown me while he was cumming inside me.
He kept pulling me up for breath after breath. But a part of me wanted him to just keep me down and fuck the breath right out of my lungs. I wanted to drown for his entertainment, my cunt squeezing pleasure into him.
I came hard that time, and he did too. Afterwards, we just held each other close. That’s when I wanted him to tie me up and then leave me on the bottom of the pool to drown for his pleasure.
There was another time we were out in the woods, fucking like rabbits. We were so animalistic that day. It was incredible.
While we were fucking, I wanted him to wrap my bra around my neck. Then I wanted him to strangle me to death while he was pumping me full of his seed.
I have no idea where that thought came from. But I do remember how intense I felt about it. I just wanted to give him so much pleasure, even if it meant I had to die to do it.
Afterwards while we were catching our breath, we both looked up at this one particular branch. Some sort of vine was dangling from it in the shape of a noose. I remember the two of us staring up at it for the longest time.
I immediately got the erotic shivers something fierce imagining him hanging me from that tree. I pictured him stroking himself as I hanged to death for him. I have no idea why it was such a strong feeling.
I remember him looking at me with a strange look in his eyes. Was he thinking the same thing? I don’t know, because I was too timid to ask such a perverted question. But we fucked again, and it was even more intense than the last time. Gawd; I wanted to hang for him so bad!
Seeing him at the Club tonight has brought this all rushing back. I really thought I’d forgotten all about it. It might never have come up if I hadn’t seen him. But watching him hang his wife has stirred something within me.
I don’t know. But now I’m wondering…
Is there any way for the Club to help me get in touch with him?
2024 (written Jul 20 ‘24 by riwa. Inspired by a Bedeyes chat.)