Beg All You Want Jack . . . Your Wife Is Now My Easter Basket!
Santiago never takes “No” for an answer
[WARNING — NON-CON WIFE TAKING THEMES]
“Honey! I’m home! I stopped to pick you up your favorite chocolate eggs! The ones with the peanut butter inside!”
My wife doesn’t answer? That’s odd? She always greets me at our door. I look in the front room, kitchen, laundry room and den, and still don’t find her? Until I hear a giggle from our bedroom, guiding me in that direction.
Just before reaching our door, I hear, “Don’t bite it this time . . . just hold it in your mouth. I know it’s massive and hard, but you’ll get used to it.”
I freeze in my tracks, until the voice adds, “That’s it Lori, lick the tip . . . just lick the tip at first.”
Turning the corner fast brings me face to face with a sight no husband ever wants to see. A strange man is in my bedroom, next to my wife who’s sitting on top of her dresser. His strong hand is firmly holding her wrist to the hand that’s holding the largest carrot I’ve ever seen.
“What the fuck is going on? Lori? Why didn’t you answer me before when I was calling out to you? I even told you I brought you those egg thingies.”
“I didn’t need them Jack. The Easter Bunny already brought me my Reese’s peanut butter eggs, which he unwrapped and hand fed me.”
The odd man, who looks vaguely familiar, adds, “Jack, Reese’s peanut butter eggs. That’s what they’re called. Not egg thingies. If you truly loved your wife, you would care enough to learn more about her needs, likes and wishes.”
I stand with my mouth dropped wide open in shock. Lori just silently stares at me as her lips close around the end of the massively thick carrot and he continues with, “Ok . . . that’s good . . . now let’s go deeper.”
Doing every thing I can, to try and remember the combination to my gun safe, with my hand starting to shake I say, “Let’s not go deeper and you! The guy who shouldn’t be making comments about how much I love my wife with those stupid blue bunny ears can just leave before I shoot your ass.”
Without even looking at me, he replies, “Really Jack? You’re going to shoot me? With what? Your Hi-Point C9? That cheap piece of shit? You spent less money on that gun that fell apart when I picked it up than you did on that cheap safe you didn’t even bother to lock.”
Turning and leaning forward just enough, to see the door under my nightstand is open. Fuck!
He continues to guide Lori further, “Now start moving slowly in and out, keeping your lips closed snugly around its shaft.”
Again, I’m speechless as this asshole I know from somewhere adds, “You know Jack, if I was in charge of protecting a priceless beauty like Lori here, I wouldn’t be buying the absolute cheapest gun on the market to do it.”
Lori smiles, giggles a little and says, “Priceless? Thank you Easter Bunny. You shouldn’t have waited so long to come and visit me.”
“I would have been here earlier, showing you how to properly handle my big carrot Lori, but I only come once a year. It’s the Easter Bunny rules and all.”
I scream, “What is going on? He needs to get the fuck out of here! You! Fucker with the big ears! You need to let go of my wife and then you need to get the fuck out of my house!”
“Jack! Stop it! You should never pick on anyone about the size of their ears. That’s just mean. Anyway, it seems you’re a very bad judge of sizes. The Easter Bunny showed me what big actually feels like.”
Twisting the carrot as she pulls it out again, “Turns out, you’ve been lying to me when you said yours was the largest at the gym. My mom was right . . . I should have slept around for comparison.”
The guy says, “Lori, you shouldn’t get so worked up like this, even if your husband Jack turned out to be a complete jack hole. You should be calm and happy. That’s why I got you the bunny mask to match your outfit.”
Pissed off I say, “Sure! Like you fucking knew what color she’d be wearing today. The fact that matches was just complete fucking luck! You’re not buying this bullshit Lori? Right? Tell me you’re not buying this?”
Lori replies, “The Easter Bunny knows stuff we can’t begin to understand. He knew I loved Reese’s peanut butter eggs, so he brought them to me.”
“You told me everybody loves those things! Of course he knew you’d love them! Wait! You do not actually believe this guy, with a beard that doesn’t even match his hair! That he’s the actual Easter Bunny? He doesn’t even have a tail!”
“Oh, he has a tail . . . a very nice tail. He wiggled it for me earlier and I got to squeeze it. His is way firmer than yours. I think the Easter Bunny actually works out, vs. just standing around gabbing with other guys who are also not working out.”
She continues her fellatio practice on his carrot as he leans so far in; his forehead rests against the side of her head. He stares creepily at her mouth, as the only noise in the now, otherwise silent room, is her wet lips, smacking against the carrot.
“The gym! You’re that guy always in the free weight area! Santiago!” Oh fuck! This guy is strong as hell!
Lori tells me, “Don’t be silly Jack. The only working out the Easter Bunny gets is doing the bunny hop.”
Santiago adds, “That, and dead lifting a lot of baskets. Which reminds me Lori. Do you want to be my Easter basket?”
She replies all excited, “Really? What would you do with me Mr. Bunny if I was your Easter basket?”
I so want to stop this odd as hell conversation, but am also bizarrely interested in exactly where it’s going?
“I’d safely carry you back to my underground burrow and treat you like the priceless Princess bunny you are.”
Getting all squirmy, Lori asks, “Would I be your only Easter basket in your burrow Mr. Bunny?”
“No Lori, you would be one of many in my collection. But all of you are welcome to play with each other whenever I’m not around. Also, you can just call me Buns.”
Holding my hands up and stepping towards them, I scream, “ENOUGH! That’s it! You need to leave Santiago! NOW! Or I’m calling the Police about you breaking into my house!”
He turns to Lori and asks, “Is he always this uptight?” She nods yes.
“You know, if we were together, this would be our house. Not my house.”
I bring out my phone and Lori says, “Buns didn’t break in. I let him in.”
“Why in the hell would you let a complete fucking stranger into my . . . our house.”
Santiago comments, “That slip up Lori, never would have happened with us. Because you and I, we would own our home together, as partners.”
“I say my because I pay all the bills asshole! Lori, don’t listen to him! Based on what he said about other baskets, he already has more wives than he needs. He says you could play with them, hinting in a sexual way, but you don’t even like women like that. You’re not a lesbian!”
She turns to him and asks, “Are they sexy?”
He replies, “Who?”
“The other Easter baskets you said I could play with. Are they sexy?”
“Of course they are Lori. Just not as sexy as you Princess.”
“Lori! Why are you asking about the other baskets, I mean girls like that? When I asked you about a threesome, you said you’d never do anything with a girl!”
She doesn’t answer. Fuck! She lied to me to avoid a threesome. Dammit!
I try again to reach out to her, “He’s just saying that Lori! I’m sure some of them are sexier than you.”
Finally making eye contact with me, causing an instant lump of fear in my gut, Santiago says, “Well that’s not only disrespectful Jack to your wife, but it was also cruel. Did he hurt your feelings Princess?”
She makes a boo boo face and says, “Yes, he did.”
Santiago hugs her and calmly asks, “Did you want me to kill him?”
Holy Fuck! I can’t move! I’m going to just stand here like an idiot and he’s going to kill me!
Lori replies, “Thank you for the offer Buns, but no. Just tell him to stop being so mean to me.”
Thank you for the offer? Thank you for the offer! What the fuck!
Turning to me again, Santiago warns, “Jack, you need to stop being so mean to Lori right now . . . or I will be forced to kill you.”
Fumbling over my words, “She said no! Don’t kill me! Listen, Santiago, please don’t do this. Would you please just leave us alone now? I’ll treat her better . . . I’ll learn more about her likes . . . I’ll call it our house.”
Looking deeply into Lori’s eyes, he asks, “Is that what you want Lori? Because what you want is all that really matters.”
She slowly shakes her head no.
“Lori, no! Please! He just showed up out of nowhere. He doesn’t know you like I do. He hasn’t done the stuff for you like I have.”
Santiago comments, “Anything I do for you Lori would have no strings attached. I wouldn’t do stuff for you just to use it as a bargaining chip in some future deal.” His hands move to spread her knees apart, which she doesn’t fight him on at all.
“Stop that! She’s my wife! And by the way, I didn’t do that stuff for you Lori just to use it as a chip!”
“You’re treating her like she’s your property Jack. That’s just not right.” Says Santiago before guiding the massive carrot down the front of her panties as if I’m not even here!
He asks Lori, “Are you ready Princess?”
Licking her lips and scooting her hips forward on her dresser, “I’ve been ready since you hopped onto my front porch Buns.”
Before I can say or do anything, the two of them slide the carrot into her pussy, causing her to let out a loud gasp, followed by him adding, “That’s my girl.”
My gun is gone! I’ve seen him lift weights no one should be able to lift and Lori is willingly letting him carrot fuck her right in front of my face! I fall into my chair, at a complete loss as to what to do next.
The carrot goes deeper as her body starts to shake and shudder from the pleasure. I have to be dreaming! This has to be a dream! A dream where Santiago from my gym, tossed on rabbit ears and is pretending to be the Easter Bunny as he carrot fucks my wife!
Lori asks, “Do you have another carrot?”
Santiago replies, “I do if my Princess wants another carrot?”
She nods and he brings a second, just as large carrot up to her mouth for her to lick. Once it’s covered in her saliva, she spins to face him, before lying back on her dresser and pulling her knees up to her chest.
With the first carrot halfway inside her pussy, he knows just where she wants the other one to go. Pushing it’s tapered tip into her sphincter, she lets out a, “YES!” before he goes with entry of the first third.
Her hands go up behind her head as she adds, “You really should have tied me up Buns, so I can struggle nice and hard.”
“Not to worry Princess, there’s plenty of rope and straps in my burrow.”
My wife is a lesbian who loves bondage and is willing to take a carrot up the ass from a complete stranger right in front of me? Fuck did I read her wrong! Unable to hold back, I jump out of my chair and rush at Santiago!
Just to run directly into his stiff armed fist, knocking me onto my ass! From the floor I can hear Lori screaming, “More! Harder! Deeper! OH GOD YES!”
“Anything you want Princess.” Replies Santiago as he works the carrots harder, deeper and faster.
I crawl back to slouch down in my chair. Blood dripping down my lip as Lori’s body is in full on shuddering orgasm mode. She’s screaming so loud, our neighbors are for sure to complain.
As her screams and shudders finally stop. I try one more time with Santiago. “Please. Santiago. You’ve taught me a lot. I will do better as a husband, as Lori’s husband. Could you please just leave now?”
“I can leave, but I’m taking your Lori with me.”
“Please no. I’m sorry about attacking you. Just don’t take my wife . . . PLEASE!”
“Beg all you want Jack . . . your wife is now my Easter basket.”
He effortlessly scoops up Lori off her dresser.
She says, “Don’t forget the carrots Buns.”
“Not to worry Princess, I have much bigger things for you back at my burrow.”
I watch helplessly as the two leave together. I swear he actually mixed in a little hop, just to fuck with me one last time.
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