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Never Trust Anyone over Thirty

About ten years ago, Beth and I were going to attend our first meet and greet at a bar in Lakewood. The place was packed and everyone made us feel real comfortable. If this crowd was an example of the people in the lifestyle, then I was sure we would both be having a lot of fun in the near future. Somehow we got a table for four and sat close to each other. Beth was awesome as my date staring affectionately into my eyes, talking so syrupy sweet, and caressing my upper thigh which led me to have a pulsing erection. I told myself that it couldn't get any better than this and anticipated the steamy love making we would have when we arrived home. As I stated before, the place was very crowded and there didn't seem to be anywhere to sit. Just then, I happened to see this couple looking for a place to sit. They might have been in their 60s or maybe 70s. So as they were passing our table, I signaled for them to come join us. They were very pleased with the invitation and sat down. Introductions were made, but I honestly cannot tell you their names since that night has become somewhat hazy to me. They seemed like a very decent couple, kind of like someone's warm and fuzzy grandparents. Beth and I already had our drinks so the old man went to get them a couple, but when he came back he had drinks for all of us. I figured it was good timing since Beth and I had just finished our round. We toasted to our new friendship and the friendly conversation flowed like water. Now I'd like to say that at no time did Beth nor myself talk to this couple about swinging or anything of that nature. Beth and I, through our side talk, didn't really feel any sexual chemistry toward them and I think the age difference had something to do with that. We didn't want our first experience to be with our parents or grandparents. It just didn't seem right. After about 30 or 40 minutes, as if on cue, this elderly couple moved their chairs very close to us. Beth and I were sandwiched between them with the old man sitting next to Beth and the old woman sitting next to me. I didn't think too much about this until this woman started to caress my cock through my pants. I then looked over at Beth and this man was all over her. I began to protest, but then the lights went out in my head. I could hear the faint sound of people talking around me as my body was lifted out of it's seat, but I was powerless to do anything about it. Everything faded to black. When I awoke, I was on my belly fastened onto some type of cushioned high bench with my feet and hands dangling to the ground. I soon realized that I was naked with my hands and feet secured by some type of straps. Fuck, my head hurt! As I was shaking out the cobwebs, I was able to make out a figure who was in the same predicament as myself and that person was Beth! I tried to resist the straps, but my strength was sapped. I came to the conclusion that someone must have drugged us and my blood began to boil. I saw that Beth was coming to and I guess she figured things out pretty quickly, because she began screaming hysterically. I started to talk to her to calm her, but inside I was going berserk. I had no clue what kind of situation we were caught up in. That was until I heard the voices coming down the stairs. It was the old man and his wife. They were with another couple about our age and they were dressed in some kind of leather outfits. Shit, this looked like a scene out of Pulp Fiction and I know we didn't want any part of that. Then this leather clad foursome got real quite with only the old man talking to us in a loud resonating voice. "As you can see, you are bound and at our mercy! This is our dungeon which has all of the finest instruments for our pleasure. If you relax and allow us to have our way with you, then you might make it out of here alive. Hell, you might even enjoy it. If you choose to object, then I can guarantee you a very rocky road. It's hopeless for you!" I could see the terror on Beth's face and I just went agro pulling with everything I had. Unfortunately, I felt like Superman on Kryptonite! I couldn't bust out of my binds. I didn't have the strength. For the next two hours, we were subjected to every kind of whip, strap, belt, and what have you made. The first ten smacks hurt like hell! After that, I think I was delirious. I stopped feeling a thing. Beth was a beast under this situation telling me I love you and trying to focus just on me. As we gazed into each other's eyes, we tried our best to keep our tears from creating a river, but it was impossible. They even made us address them as Master and Mistress! Then the shit started getting heavy! These motherfuckers decided they were going to deflower our asses. The women busted out enormous thick dildos while the men whacked each other off in preparation for their fun. The women took their turns on me while the men hammered away at Beth. These women were animals being not so tender with my virgin ass. In and out vigorously, taking turns while they called me "Pussy Boy!" I was beyond stable! As I tried to focus on Beth, I saw the men lube up and assault her ass with reckless abandon. My anger flared up, but then an unusual thing happened. I began to get a hard on, a raging one! Watching her take another man's cock was what I wanted when I begged her to try the lifestyle with me. I wanted to view that badly! I just never in my wildest nightmares thought it would happen like this! Then it abruptly stopped. They started to go upstairs saying they were going to fuck, but would be back for more. Being alone, Beth and I didn't have any time for any formalities. We needed to get the fuck out of Dodge! I tried to break free, but those jack offs tied me down good. Beth, on the other hand, wriggled her way free. I was never so proud of her! She then freed me and now it was time to plan our exit from this shit hole. The old man wasn't kidding when he said they had the finest instruments for their perversion. Besides the huge selection of whipping implements and dildos, it was stocked with various clubs. I didn't know what the clubs were for and I didn't care! We grabbed a club in each hand and Beth began screaming like a scream queen from a bad horror film. This caught their attention and we could hear them coming down the stairs. Our rather simple plan was to jump out of the shadows as they made it to the bottom of the stairs and pummel them. And that's what we did. Beth was like a badass samurai as she popped one woman across the jaw while hammering the other over the head! These bitches hit the floor before I could do anything to help our cause. The men followed close behind, but it was like they stopped in their tracks to watch Beth handle her business and I don't think any of them wanted a piece of her. I then clubbed the younger man to the ground, but shit if I didn't see Beth uppercut the old dude's ribs followed by a tomahawk chop to the brain. Fuck, she was as fierce as I've ever seen her! Damn, she was so sexy! As we looked around at the sprawling bodies lying on the floor, I suggested that we call the police. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" was Beth's response! I then meekly asked her what she wanted to do with them. She snarled "I want my pound of flesh! I'm going to get Medieval on these fuck nuts!" I knew then that I was living Pulp Fiction now! So we loaded their bodies onto the cushioned high chairs securing them properly onto their bellies. Beth then found these clubs that were similar to baseball bats, but just a little slimmer. She lubed up all of the bats while positioning the bodies to face her ass up. She then took each club and plunged the handled end into each person's asshole. She continued to do this at intervals each time getting the desired effect. There's nothing like hearing the piercing sound of 4 people in complete agony. It's just deafening! But this was the work of my lovely wife and I was just there for the ride. I will say that the intense look on my wife's face from that night will forever burn in my mind! So we made our way out of that hideous place catching a cab with a few bruises and scr*pes with a different perspective on life as the sun was coming up. In contrast to the night's earlier events, we made love ever so gently at home. It just felt great to feel safe and secure again. A few months after our ordeal, a detective from the Long Beach Police Department came to visit me at work. Detective Hall asked me if I knew anything about the disappearance of an elderly couple by the name of Steve and Brenda Willis. I said I didn't, but he corrected me by saying that my wife and I were last seen with them on the night of their disappearance at the bar. He then showed me their pictures and I did say that we saw them that night. I stated that I didn't remember their names as we had partied pretty hard which made things pretty hazy. He then showed me a picture of our young captors saying "This is Bob and Jean Jones! Have you ever seen them before?" Even though I did, I said I'd never seen them before. Detective Hall then glared at me for awhile. I just stated blankly back at him. He then said that there were cameras in the Willis's house. I guess he was waiting for my reaction. "Unfortunately, the images were blurry and distorted" he said. Detective Hall then looked directly into my eyes and said "Do you know that you and your wife are very lucky to be alive? Those two couples are suspects in 13 murders and 5 missing person cases." I smirked and told Detective Hall "Well i guess we have some kind of rabbit's foot jammed up our asses!" We never heard from the police again. We did get into the lifestyle, but we never did another snuff film.

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