Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English, grammar and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
My phone rang. "Hello?"
"It's me." Ronnie's voice at the other end. Ronnie is my wife.
"Okay, yes?"
"Go ahead and have your lunch," she said, "mother and I will be some hours yet, she is not ready to stop shopping."
"God, has she bought up the shops then?"
"No, she hasn't bought anything, but she is enjoying looking around every shop. We will see you later."
I put the phone down, balls, I would have made more use of this day if I had known, I could have asked Rene over, even better I could have gone and seen Gill. As it was, I was now at a loose end. I made a coffee and went and sat in the garden, reading a novel that I had meant to finish months ago, but somehow hadn't managed to. I heard some movement in the garden next door and could make out a muted conversation between Annette and Pete.
'Well what are you going to do?' I heard Annette ask.
'I don't fucking know, I have been stitched up.' That was Pete.
'I don't think Roger would have done that.' No, of course I wouldn't, what ever it was.
'Maybe not, but now she has a bloody evidence kit that she can use to get me charged with bloody rape, and I can't do anything about it.'
'Well, perhaps she won't use it.'
'He said he had persuaded her not to use it, not to go to the police. Why would he do that?'
'Perhaps to save your hide. Don't be so hard on him. Come here.' I heard some rustling and kissing and then obviously sexual sounds and moans from Pete, and then the unmistakable slapping sounds of a wank.
'Come on Pete, come for me' I heard, was he wanking himself or was she doing it for him? I couldn't tell, and I didn't want to move in closer in case they realised I was there.
'Oh God' I heard from Pete and then a couple of 'eurgh' sounds and the noises stopped. He presumed Pete had come.
'I am going to the gym for a couple of hours.' I then heard Pete say.
'Okay, I am going to lay in the garden and top up my tan' Annette replied.
I lay quietly, listening as Pete went into the house and then about 5 minutes later I heard Pete's car start up and drive away. I hadn't heard Annette move, but heard her back door open and close, and I guessed that she had gone in too. I got myself up and went in the house, putting my coffee cup down on the drainer, ready for washing. My front door knocked.
"Hi Roger," It was Annette. "I see that she is out, will she be long?"
"Hi Annette, another hour at least."
"Oh Good" Annette said and stepped in, kissing me hard on the lips and grabbing my cock through my trousers. "I need fucking."
Not one to stand on ceremony, I pushed my hand at her crotch and forced her skirt into her slit, rubbing a finger up and down and then pushing a finger inside her fanny, skirt and all, leaving the skirt pushed into her as I slid my finger out.
"Naughty girl going out without her knickers on, what would the neighbours say?"
She laughed and undid my belt and fly and pulled my trousers and pants down to my knees, taking my cock and balls in her hands.
"Someone is all ready to fuck" She said as she slow wanked my cock, and I wondered if she had indeed wanked Pete just a few minutes before with the same hand. I shook my head to clear the vision from my mind. I pulled her to me and pushed her onto the stairs, pulling her skirt up, the rick of material roughly pulling from her fanny, causing her to go 'oh' as it abraded over her skin.
I forced her legs apart and lined myself up and pushed, going in hard, I pressed against her until I was fully penetrating, my balls resting against her inner thigh, my hands pushing her blouse and bra up to reveal her breasts, I bent and bit her left nipple.
"Jesus, oh Fuck" she cried.
I fucked her hard, the stairs must have been digging painfully into her back as I thrust into her, her breaths shortening, her hands gripping the stair carpet and her fanny tightening like a vice around my cock, I recognised the signs and pulled out and stood up, pulling my trousers back up.
I turned and locked the front door and stepped over her and went up to my bedroom. I sat on the bed and pulled off my polo shirt, socks, Chino's and underpants and lay back on the bed. My head had just hit the pillow when she walked in.
"Bastard" she said as she undid and dropped her skirt and removed her blouse and bra.
In an idle moment I wondered if Joyce my voyeur neighbour with the binoculars was watching.
"Where are they?" Annette asked me
"My what?" I asked, slowly fisting my cock in a gentle wank.
"Your toys"
"In the wardrobe there" I pointed. Annette opened the door and pulled out my bag of restraints and dildos and other toys, tipping it onto the floor. Taking a pair of rope restraints she fixed my ankles to the bed base, my legs forced wide apart. She picked up another two restraints, scrambled on to the bed and sat astride my chest, restraining first one hand and then the other. She pulled a pillow from its case and pulled the case over my head. A ball gag was pushed into my mouth and tightened. She laughed and stood by the bed.
"Perhaps I ought to leave you for your wife to find." She said. I couldn't say anything, I was gagged.
She leant forward and grabbed my cock and then wanked me hard, brutally pulling my skin all the way down my shaft, my cock head going purple as the skin pulled, not stopping, she gave me at least twenty very hard strokes of my cock, and then she stopped. She slapped my stomach, the sudden assault and sting making me groan and jerk clear of the bed.
I felt her move on the bed and sensed her crouch over my head, and then she began to herself to rub against my nose. She slid her crotch back and forth, rubbing my nose against her clitoris and then sliding to impale herself, my nose tip penetrating her fanny, my airways blocked, making my breathing difficult. She rocked herself against me and I heard her breaths shorten and felt her fanny tighten.
I heard her gasp and laugh as her orgasm rolled through her, fucking my nose into her fanny, her piss squirting over my face, soaking thought the pillowcase, dripping into my mouth. I gulped and tried to swallow, but the gag had my tongue, and all I could do was let her piss trickle down my throat, my cock involuntarily jerking as her orgasm rolled across me.
She got off her and lay at the side of me, catching her breath. I hoped she would see to my erection, make me come, but having not long done that to Pete in the garden I guessed that her arm was tired. She knew I was right handed, so I was a little surprised when she undid the restraint on my left hand and moved my hand to my cock.
"Wank yourself, come for me. If you don't I will leave you tied up here for your wife to find."
I thought 'bollocks to this', and did nothing at first, just left my hand loosely around my cock. She slapped my stomach again, again making me jump.
"I told you, wank for me" she said.
I began a wank using my left hand. I usually wanked with my right, my stronger hand, but she had only freed my left. I wondered if she had done that on purpose, I wondered if that was part of her game, and she would stop me at some point and then fuck me? I squeezed as hard as I could and wanked my skin up and down, a soreness as I did so, my cock was dry and my foreskin was rubbing painfully against my cock head, but I couldn't say anything, the ball gag saw to that.
I squeezed and pressed a thumb into my shaft, trying to imagine that it was Rene trying to pleasure me, trying to work her magic. My left-handed wanks most closely resembled Rene's technique and I mentally started encouraging Rene, glad that my mouth was gagged, uttering her name would not go down well. I wished my other hand were free, then I could add to my stimulation, I could run a finger by my arse as I wanked, something I learned long ago increased my sensitivity levels and heightened my orgasm.
I let go of my cock and reached as far down as I could, holding and gently massaging my balls, before reaching further back, my finger not quite able to reach my anus, but still the stimulation against my perineum exciting me more. Annette must have lain there watching me, she must have seen me roll my skin up and down my shaft, watched my knuckles go white as I squeezed myself, and hoped that she was fascinated when I stopped and played with my balls and my arse. But it seems that she wanted me to wank, not play with myself. She took my hand and guided it back to my cock.
"Just wank" she said. My knuckles whitened again as I gripped and resumed a wank, my hand moving faster as I complied with her instruction. She watched as my balls raised and sank as I jerked my skin up and down faster and faster, It excited me to think she watched my arse cheeks tighten and go taut and then my arse lifted off the bed and a rope of spunk shot from my cock arching through the air, landing in a streak on my abdomen, and a second left its mark on my thigh, and then I slowed, no more great jerks, just a small stream of white.
It must have been a powerful thing to see, especially de-personalised, my face hidden behind a mask, my mouth gagged, all I could do was ejaculate, there was no other communication. I felt her wipe something through the streaks of my cum, the vibrator I thought, lubricating it. She pushed the tip at my anus, twisting and turning it, wiping my cum over my arse, using my cum as a lubricant.
I wondered if she wondered why my cock seemed to go semi hard as she pushed, and then my muscle gave way, and the vibrator slipped in beneath the cheeks of my arse, she carried on twisting and pushing until it was buried almost completely in me. She rotated the base and I heard and felt the vibrations start, and I rocked from side to side, my cock getting firmer, not hard enough for a fuck, but firmer, the vibrations sending a small but constant tickle through my groin, slowly bringing me to another boil.
I felt her as she got off from the bed and heard as she dressed, leaving me. I heard her go downstairs and let herself out, pulling the door to behind her. Shit! I wondered if I would be able to free myself and get cleaned up before Ronnie came home. Be quite difficult to explain the smears of spunk around my arse, especially if she came back whilst I was still restrained.
The trouble was, even with one arm free, I was tied so tightly that I could not reach across and reach any of the other restraints to free myself. My cock got harder and my balls got tighter as the vibrator did its work inside me. I tried to move and perhaps push it out, but all I managed to do was rub it against my prostate, and I moved quickly again. Jammed against my prostate would have had me constantly ejaculating, and that would have been very painful to say the least.
I heard the front door open, was it Annette coming back I wondered? I felt sure it was too soon for Ronnie.
"Hello?" I heard from downstairs, it sounded like Joyce. I could give no response.
"Hi, it's me, don't worry," she said from within the room somewhere, and undid my other hand. I leant forward and undid the gag and pulled the piss wet pillow case off my head.
"Thank you" I said my voice croaky and dried.
"You're most welcome" Joyce replied as she undid my left foot.
