My best friend Sarah, and her husband Roger, lived just three doors down from me. I met Sarah in college. She was like me, quiet and studious. We met our husbands in our senior year, she met Roger and I met Greg. That was ten years ago. So much had changed since then, but not our friendship. It was always the four of us, for dinner, vacations, family events, until I caught Greg with another woman. I threw all his stuff out on the lawn. Roger, who as a lawyer, helped me with all the legal stuff.
That was a year ago.
A year had gone by. Greg had moved on with his new young sexy thing, leaving me alone. I had the house, sure, and I made a nice living writing romance novels, but I still had no male company. Even my "night job" of being a professional belly dancer brought no prospects, just perverts, dudes who wanted "private" dances, which I did not believe in. A couple of times, Roger had come with me to "keep an eye on me".
One autumn night, Sarah was out of town on business. I was just about to try on a new costume when my doorbell rang. I jumped and threw on a robe. I peeked out the peephole. Oh, it was only Roger! I opened the door.
"Hey Aniyah!" He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey Roger. Thanks for coming by. I almost forgot you were coming to check my pipes in the basement."
"No problem. I don't mind helping you out. Just go on doing what you were doing, don't mind me." I showed him to the basement door.
"I'll be upstairs in the bedroom,"
I called as he carried his tools into the basement.
"No problem!"
I went back to my master bedroom. My new costume was laid out on my bed. I removed my robe and examined myself in the mirror. Hmmm, for a woman over thirty, I still looked good, nice full breasts, flat and toned stomach, juicy hips. I slid on a pair of black panties. Over that went the skirt, a circular skirt made of black satin with a nice slit up the leg. Over that went the coin belt. The bra was black and decorated with sequins, coins and chains dangled from the cups. The veil was long and in two parts. The longer part attached to a silver coin headband, and the ends fit into my wrists. The shorter part was black. It hid my face from my nose to my collar bone. I added a couple of silver waist chains. I looked at myself in my full length mirror.
"You look beautiful."
I jumped.
Roger stood in my doorway, his arms folded, and he was smiling. I usually didn't go for white men, but Roger was always handsome to me. He had short brown hair, hazel eyes, chiseled features and broad shoulders.
"I didn't mean to scare you. I just came to tell you that everything looks fine. I'll come back next week and wrap the pipes."
"Oh, sure. What uh...do I owe you?"
"Aniyah, you know I wouldn't charge you! Sarah would kill me!"
"Right." Why was I blushing?
"Are you rehearsing?"
"Oh, I was just trying on this costume. I need to see how it moves so I can make adjustments if necessary."
"Well, I'm done for the evening. Why don't you dance a little for me?"
"Um...here? Now?"
Roger stepped closer to me.
"You're not shy around me, are you?"
"No! I mean um...no, I guess I could."
"I'll sit here." He lowered himself into one of the chairs in my sitting area beside the window.
"I'll give us a little mood lighting." I dimmed the lights. I put a slow tempo Arabic song on my stereo. I held my veil closed over my body as I walked seductively towards Roger. Then I flung it open as I began to seductively twist my hips and wave my arms in soft motions. I stepped back and began to do full body undulations. Gradually, I tightened them up so just my belly was rolling. I knelt and did a back end. Leaning back on my arms, I rolled my belly at the ceiling. I saw Roger shift in his chair. He unbuttoned the first three buttons on his shirt.
"Wow...I must say, I am...really, impressed. Can you turn coins with your belly?"
"Sure."
He laid a row of quarters across my belly. He sat back and watched as I flipped them one way, then another.
"Aniyah..." he cleared his throat, "you are one beautiful belly dancer. I see why those men give you a hard time." He shifted in his chair again. I removed the quarters and I sat up.
"Roger? You okay?"
"You're turning me on big time," he groaned. "I feel like I want to...to..."
"What?"
"I want to fuck you!"
I laughed.
"Roger, don't be silly! Sarah is my best friend!"
"Who says Sarah has to know?" Roger went to my bedroom door. He bent down and retrieved his tool box. Then he shut and locked my doors.
"You...why do you need tools?"
"These aren't tools to fix the pipes." He opened the tool box. I got up and stupidly, peered inside. I saw duct tape, long pieces of white cloth, and several lengths of rope.
"I'm a bit of a freak, Aniyah. I am going to tie you up and fuck you."
"No! Roger, you are not going to do this! Get out of my house, now!"
"You're right. I shouldn't have sprung this on you like this." He closed his toolbox. "I will leave so you can get dressed. Please don't tell Sarah."
"I won't. Just..go!" Roger started for the door. I turned to go into the bathroom to change. That was when he leapt at me, clamping his hand over my mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I screamed. Roger wasn't a big man, maybe five eleven and probably a hundred and eighty pounds, but he had the strength of three men! He pinned my arms behind me.
"Now," he whispered in my ear, "let me tell you what's going to happen. I am going to tie you up. I am going to fuck you and give you the most wonderful orgasms you have ever had in your life. In the morning, I will leave. If you don't cooperate with me, I will tell Sarah that this was all your idea, that you got me drunk and seduced me."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Is that what you want? You want to lose her friendship?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I shook my head.
"You're going to be a good girl and obey me?"
"Mmmmmmmmm," I nodded.
"Oh and don't even think about trying to escape. You are mine for the night, got it?"
He is crazy! Sarah, you married a goddamn freak!
"Now, you do what I say or else Sarah and I are going to have a nice little talk about you."
Roger released me.
"Take off your panties," he ordered. Trembling, I reached under my skirt and removed them. "Now, stuff them in your mouth."
"Excuse me?"
"I think you heard me. Lift the veil and stuff your panties in your mouth!" I opened and took in my panties. They tasted a little salty. Roger reached into his tool box and retrieved the big roll of silver duct tape.
"Tear off a piece and put this over your lips."
I complied.
"More." I tore off a second strip. "Put it right under your nose. Now, tear off a third one and put it right above your chin. Good. Now, tear off two and make an X over your mouth." Sighing, I complied. "Now, let the veil back over your face. Good girl. Say something for me."
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I cried.
