The story begins around the time I was about 25 years old. I had been out of the Army about 4 years. when I ran into Jim and Jillian while out for drinks. I had not seen Jillian in probably 8 years or more. Not since High School anyhow, and after a few games of pool and a few beers, they invited me to dinner at their place for the following evening.
I was at first reluctant to accept given my level of attraction to Jillian. One that had been strong since our teenage years. Now 8 years later she was still stunning. Jillian stands about 5ft. 1in. Tall. She has long dark brown hair. Dark like Chestnuts, soft blue/gray eyes, fair but not pale complexion. Kind of a light caramel color that tans to a deep golden brown that the sun generally bleaches natural honey highlights into. But then there is her figure. She is Petite, and as I said 5ft 1in tall, and about 125 - maybe 130lbs. In high school she had always been into Volleyball and Softball so she was quite athletic built. Now she had not lost a single step. Her breasts had always been a bit on the larger side, and still were at a 40-DDD, a tight tummy and wide almost betty boop class hips. She was a 50's and 60's pin-up Goddess!
So Saturday being the next day, I stop for a couple of 12pks of Amberbock and MGD, also picking up a bottle of Cabo Wabo tequila on the way. The invitation was for 6 and I arrived fashionably late at around 10 after. They asked me if I was planning to go on a binge, having brought so much alcohol. But seemed more than willing to pop open some beers and join me in a few while dinner was finishing being cooked.
For probably the next hour or so all was good. Then Jim asked about the Cabo... "Isn't that the tequila Sammy Hagar owns and distills?" Apparently he was familiar with Toro and Jose, but had never tried Cabo.
So Jillian cut up some lime and brought out some salt, while I poured the first round. We kept it relaxed with 2 or 3 shots each. But those shots really hit my two hosts like a freight train hits a hay wagon. But surprisingly, and much to their credit, they were able to roll on for some more beer and chitchat. This is where the conversation got interesting.
Jim became quite comfortable with he and Jillian's sex life, and once he started Jillian was more than okay with filling in the blanks. Apparently they married for love and gave little thought to their sex life. Jim had apparently been skipped when his genes took the train to endowment. For a guy who stood 6ft 2in and was an easy 230lbs. he was only equipped with a 4 1/2 incher at full mast.
Believe you me this conversation had certainly crossed into TMFI territory. No, I wasn't exactly comfortable with the topic. Mostly because I was having such a hard time not laughing from the mental imagery this was creating. But I managed to keep a hold of my manners despite my current condition. That is truly a feat for those whom know me. My mouth tends to have no shame when sober. Let alone 5 beers and 2 shots in.
Once the personal and intimate details were out of the way they began to tell me about the fantasies and RP they used to pick up the slack in their loveplay. Mostly the usual, daddy and his babygirl, cops and speeder etc. But then they went onto tell me their biggest sexual fantasy. It was a bit darker and was about a home invasion where a man broke in and bound him in the spare bedroom, then had his way with his unwilling wife in their marital bed. At this point they had my full undivided attention. I was by this point totally convinced that it was cabo, whom had loosened this fantasy from their vault of "Never-tells" and definitely not to a kinkster friend who used to date the lady involved. Whatever the reasoning, I had begun hanging on the words in their fantasy. Even wrote some of the key details down in my address book. So I could be certain to remember them all when I needed to.
Shortly after all this my hosts began showing signs of having pushed the limits of their day and were passing out. So I grabbed what remained of the Amberbock and went home. I couldn't help but jack off to the mental imagery of Jillian bound and gagged with a cloth or gagged on a hard cock while her husband was helpless to do more than listen.
My first thought was damn! what a low down friend I am to be getting off on their imagined plight. But then I thought about it. If it was truly a wishful fantasy, then they may have needed the tequila to confess this darker side of their sexuality. So, I started thinking about it and the more I thought about it. The more I began to come up with a scenario to make their fantasy night come true.
I spent the next 2 weeks planning and plotting, then scrapping and replanning the possible scenarios. My first idea was to bring in someone I know who does similar shit, but quickly dismissed it. That friend uses similar tactics to collect money owed to him or his biker club. No use exposing Jim and especially Jillian to someone who might not know when to stop. No... It would have to be me. The more I committed myself to it the more I looked forward to doing it. I was going to invade their home by force and have my way with Jillian while her husband could only listen. Well, atleast that was the initial plan anyhow. By the time I actually made my move, I had settled on a new twist of my own.
So you know where the story is going and where it began. You know what Jillian looks like and what Jim's physique is anyhow. 6ft 2in, 230lbs. with Straw-blonde hair and a pale complexion. Sort of a real life Ken - Doll from Barbie. He also has Green eyes and a 3inch killa of phallic-manila!
You now know as well that I had personally taken on the duty of making their little no-tell never-tell fantasy come true. So now I will tell you a little about myself. My name is Jay Kenton. My friends and those who have known me long enough just call me Chaos. It's kind of been my nickname and high school football legacy. Mainly because my physique kinda contradicted my speed and quickness on the football field. At 5ft 6inches tall and weighing about 160 I looked like a stocky sawed off whisky barrel on legs. Not fat by any means, atleast not in HS or at the time of this story anyhow. I had short sandy brown hair, softer brown eyes, and a reddish tan complexion that darkened to native American red-brown in the summer. I was for the most part quite average looking. Aside from dressing more like a biker and having a bit less shame than I had in high school, not much had changed. The thing that broke the mold where the average line was, was my cock. No I was not gifted with some foot long appendage. I had a just above average length of 7 1/2 inches. But my girth is what had always been and still is my ace in my sleeve. I have not measured its circumference, but I can tell you that when fully erect I am thicker than a beer bottle, and barely fit inside a pringles can. Yep, built and hung like a whisky cask. But believe it or not it was not always a gift. I can promise you it got me as many nights with the woman having no interest in the least of having my cock split them open.
Now lets get back to the story. Between the night of our candid drinking session and the night that I actually put my plan into action, 4 weeks had gone by. We had shared a couple dinner nights and drinks at the bar. But if they remembered the topic of discussion then they were not going there again. Maybe in hope that they really hadn't shared and I didn't bother reminding them. In fact part of my plan's success hinged on them not remembering any too soon. The rest of my plan hinged on me being able to predict their behaviour. So before I made my move I downed a beer, slammed a shot of cabo, and poured the same on my shirt and pants. I am not a complete idiot. A home invasion wrap is atleast a 2 year sentence, added to a potential rape and other charges I had to hope that appearing to be highly intoxicated would hopefully bring friendly, though annoyed concern. That was just how Jim and Jillian were. If a drunken friend is behaving erratically. They're first instinct is to comfort the friend in need.
When I arrived at their house, I left the lights on, and staggered to the door, then taking 5 sober steps, kicked the front door open with a loud crash! Yelling and slurring that Jay is Home! There were the telltale footfalls of them running to investigate and I heard Jim say... "wait! don't call yet It's just jay. He's just drunk. Lets see what's wrong first. "
As he made his way downstairs, I slipped behind the coat rack, as he reached the last step, using a maneuver we practiced in counter terrorism for disarming and disabling potential threats, I took him quickly to the floor and bound his wrists with a zip-tie. I then gagged him and while he struggled mentally with my actions, I quickly secured the front door then grabbed my bag of tricks that I left on the porch before kicking in the door. Then using his forearms I leverred his larger frame to his feet and then made him lead the climb upstairs toward where Jillian awaited news on what was happening.
Again my predictions were spot on. When Jillian first seen Jim bound and gagged with me pushing him into the bedroom. Instead of 911 she yelled; "Jay! WTF is WRONG what the hell are you doing to Jim?" I simply shrugged drunkenly, and slurred; "Only what's necessary."
