Kris and I have been together now for ten years. She was widowed in her mid- fifties, having lost a husband who had been twenty years her senior. We consequently met and fell in love. This was a substantial change for her since I am seven years younger than she is. I am fifty-nine, she is sixty-six.
Kris is both attractive and shapely. She is not one of those women who looks younger than her age. She looks like a sixty-six year old woman. It's just that she makes sixty-six look hot. She is also incredibly sensual and sexually imaginative, experiencing intricate sexual fantasies, usually involving non-consensual sex and not necessarily always about herself.
For example, just recently, we were dining at a favorite restaurant. I noticed Kris raise her hand to her throat in that "oh mercy me" gesture that seems to be so common among genteel women. I looked at her quizzically.
"Do you know that you've hooked up with a
very
evil woman?" she asked.
"Is this supposed to be a revelation?" I responded, smiling.
"Um...do you see those three ladies at that table over there?"
I turned casually as if looking idly around the room and scrutinized the ladies in question. One looked to be about Kris' age with striking silver hair, quite pretty with a very trim figure. The second appeared to be possibly in her forties and the third about twenty or so. The other two women were as attractive as the first.
"OK," I said.
"Related, you think?" she asked.
"There's a resemblance. I suspect mother, daughter and granddaughter," I replied.
"Yes, and they would seem to share a genetic predisposition for large breasts," Kris noted.
I had learned that any middle-aged woman with a larger than average rack was grist for Kris' fantasy mill.
"Would it be safe for me to assume that the ladies are in some peril?" I asked.
"You know me too well. I'm afraid they are," she responded. "They've been kidnapped by a gang of international slavers."
"Have they indeed? How intriguing."
"Yes...and you're the head of the gang"
I smiled broadly. "That's not intriguing, that
very
intriguing," I responded. "Tell me more."
She lowered her voice so as not to be overheard. "They were together of course...say a cruise. They left the ship for a shopping trip. Somewhere in the Caribbean I think. Your gang specializes in supplying unique merchandise to discriminating and very well-heeled clients around the world. One of your scouts calls you to a shop where the ladies are browsing. Of course as soon as you see them you know you must have them. Three beautiful women consisting of three generations of the same family will bring an obscene price from some of your clients if sold together as sex slaves. It's not an opportunity that comes along every day."
I glanced again at the ladies and imagined them on an auction block, their hands bound behind them, naked, frightened, as wealthy men bid on them. My cock began to stir.
"You have them now at a safe house of yours. It's equipped as a dungeon. They're standing with their hands tied over their heads. The two younger ladies are crying while the grandmother looks at you with trepidation."
"Naked, I hope?"
"Do you really have to ask me that?" she said, smiling slightly. "Oh yes...they're naked. Completely, delightfully naked. And since I know you're visualizing them I'll point out that another family trait that they share is voluminous pussy hair."
It was my turn to smile. Kris has an exceptionally hairy and untrimmed pussy which she knows I find intensely erotic, as she does herself. She finds it astonishing that any woman would want to shave, and hairless pussies have no place in her fantasy life.
"I thought you'd like that," she smiled. "You step up to the grandmother. She gasps as you take her breasts in your hands and begin to fondle them. They sag just the perfect amount for a woman of her age."
Kris holds the opinion that a certain amount of sag in a mature woman's breasts is actually more visually stimulating than those of a younger woman. "Don't you think an older lady's breasts bounce and jiggle more vigorously when she's tied and struggling?" she'd ask. She has a definite point there, I agree.
"Of course she thinks you're robbers or something. When you explain what's going on she's wide-eyed with horror."
"She says 'Sex slaves? No...that's not possible. This is 2013. We're American citizens. Things like this simply can't happen.' You start thumbing her nipples. You explain of course that it IS happening, and that you expect her cooperation. You tell her that you're going to loosen her rope sufficiently for her to kneel and that she's going to set an example for her daughter and granddaughter by sucking your cock."
"Now that's an excellent idea," I agreed. "But I know how your deviant little mind works. Ladies in your fantasies rarely cooperate."
"Of course she won't cooperate. If she cooperates you'll have no reason to torture her," she said with an evil twinkle in her eye.
"Hmmmmm...I'm going to torture her?"
"Oh yeah, act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Why would you string up three beautiful slaves with tits like soccer balls and
not
torture them? Especially in one of my fantasies?"
I chuckled. She leaned in closer and said, "My Love, look at the breasts on that gorgeous woman. You want to fantasize about whipping them as much as I want to fantasize about
watching
you whip them. Oh God Baby, I can see her hanging there during her whipping bathed in sweat with those big titties bouncing like basketballs. I can hear her screaming."
Kris' hand again went to her throat. She glanced at the ladies. I could see she was really caught up in the fantasy. "She's trying so hard to be brave. Oh God, Harry, she
is
beautiful, isn't she? But she has to break."
Her breathing began to quicken. "She has to. She can't bear what you're doing to her tits...no woman could. She'll start out thinking she can. She'll think that her virtue and her loyalty to her husband will give her the strength to stand it. Then the whip will kiss those tits. She'll grit her teeth and keep from screaming for a lash or two. She'll try to convince herself that she can take it. And then she'll get one across her nipples...game over. Mmmmmm, I just
know
she has huge nipples! She'll surrender then. She'll kneel down and suck you off while her hot tears drip on your balls. Her daughter and granddaughter will watch while she drains you. Oh God, can you
imagine
that? "
She looked at me, took a deep breath and smiled. "Settle up and take me home, would you, My Love?"
You can see what I mean about her imagination. It will come as no surprise that we went home and fucked like we invented it.
That weekend I had a few errands to run. As I was leaving Kris kissed me and flicked her tongue into my mouth.
"I have a premonition that something bad is going to happen to me," she cooed.
"You don't say so?" I responded. "Hmmmmm...slavers? A captured spy being interrogated?"
She kissed me again. "I think it's going to be a home invasion. A helpless, mature woman caught home alone, completely vulnerable."
"You think? Well, you never can tell, can you?"
She smiled impishly as I headed out to the garage. An hour later I returned. I retrieved the ski mask and phony knife from my car, donned the mask and silently entered the house. I checked room to room until I found her in the kitchen facing the sink. I stepped into the room. She saw my reflection in the kitchen window and spun around.
"Oh my god!!" she gasped, a very convincing look of terror on her face. "Who are you???"
"It doesn't matter who I am," I said menacingly. "Just make sure you stay quiet."
I held up the knife which she stared at fearfully.
"What...what do you want?" she stammered. "There's money in my purse...please take it and go!!"
"Take your clothes off," I ordered.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She really is good at this!
"What?? Take my
clothes
off?? Oh No!! No, please!! Please, just take the money and go!!"
"Lady, I said
STRIP
