Chapter II
It was dark in my confines, and her jaw ached from the oversized ball gag that her husband had strapped tightly around her head. She groaned through the gag as her back and knees were sharp with pain growing in intensity as each minute passed by, in what he had called his new toy closet, right before he shut the door, and his footsteps faded out of earshot. She felt the small sensation of his cum that he had deposited inside herm dripping slowly out of her pussy and down across the tip of her clit, where it dripped onto the floor beneath her. Somehow, she knew that losing his cum was probably going to be worth a punishment at some point later on.
The worse the pain in her back and knees got, for some reason, the wetter her pussy got, and the wetter her pussy got, the redder and hotter her face got. Hot with the humiliation she was feeling, from being trussed up in a closet in the dark, helpless and waiting for him to return. Then of course, he could be gone for hours. He had gotten his, as the proof lay steadily seeping out of her pussy. It would probably be hours before he felt the need or even wanted to relieve himself again. The thought of her being left there for so long excited her to the point that goose-bumps rose all over her body, and before long, she was grinding her hips in the air, at nothing of course, but grinding none-the-less, as her cream flowed slowly down the insides of her legs, and more of his cum dripped from her pussy, to her clit, then again to the floor.
She was lost in her thoughts and grinding away at nothing, at any attempt at all to feel some sort of pressure on her sex, grinding away like a wanton slut, just waiting for a cock to feel her, when she heard what sounded like a car door shut. Her ears pricked up and she stopped grinding almost immediately as she strained to hear through the closet door; was that really a car door, or was her mind simply playing tricks with her due to her current predicament. It must have just been her imagination and she let herself fall back into the rhythm of her poor attempts of stimulation, but then she heard footsteps. Something was off however, because it didn't sound like just the one heavy set of footsteps that would indicate that he had returned for her, but instead she could hear his heavy footsteps, and what sounded like another lighter set as well. Would he really have someone else in the house while he had her in a predicament like this?
No, he wouldn't do that, of course he wouldn't. She half chuckled through the gag at the silliness of her thought and her wild imagination, but she stopped short and froze completely when she heard someone else chuckle instead. It was muffled, but she could tell that there was indeed someone else in their house, there was a woman in there house, but not only that, the feminine laugh had come from very nearby. There was a woman in their bedroom! Her pussy began to buzz with excitement and fear, as her ears tuned in as much as they could, to hear the muffled voices of her husband, and the female stranger conversating probably just feet away from her on the other side of the door. She started to pull her head up, as she was to nervous and was going to call it quits for the day and try to get his attention, but the tiny length of chain stopped her ascent abruptly and audibly.
The voices ceased at the sound. How could she have forgotten that the chain was there, she shifted her weight from one knee to the other, and twisted her head around and rested her other cheek on the floor. She could feel the indentations that the carpet left behind on her cheek, and then realized she must have been drooling profusely because as she rested her cheek on the carpet, it felt as if she had laid her face down on a soggy puddle. She heard the foot steps again and more muffled talking, and then more laughing, and then out of no where, light entered the closet, stinging her eyes and causing her to close them sharply.
She heard them clearly now. The woman gasped, then laughed nervously, "You weren't joking at all Carlos, you really do have a slut in your closet. May I touch her?" Rose heard him laugh in response, and imagined him nodding his head, then she felt a soft touch of the woman's hand on her ass cheek. The soft touch after being left alone for so long made her jump, and she groaned through the gag.
Smack!
Her whole body jumped as she felt his hand come down hard across her left ass cheek, and her breath froze in shock. "Be quiet slut," he started sternly, "I don't believe you were given permission to make noise, and you wouldn't want to embarrass me in front of our guest."
His guest? What did he mean his guest? And what was he doing showing her off like some pet?
The soft caress of the woman's hand slipped further and further down her asscheeks until it found what it was looking for, and she felt the woman's small fingers slip between her pussy lips, circle a few times around her clit, and then disappear inside of her pussy. Instinctively, Rose pulled her hips away from the intruders fingers, causing her fingers to slip away from her pussy...
