Kidnapped 64

Author's introduction: This is a fantasy which grew out of a conversation I had with a very dear friend of mine, who is also a Hot Wife. I've shown her the story prior to my submitting it for publication here, and she approves of it. I hope you do too.

As in all of my work on here, all sexual activity takes place between consenting adults aged 18 years or older. Please consider leaving a comment, and don't forget to score using the star system. All authors appreciate feedback.

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My best friend and fellow Hot Wife is nothing if not kind, caring and considerate. These are great characteristics to have when your day job is a General Practitioner in a small town doctor's surgery. For the past couple of years, Cindy has been the only doctor in town, but that hasn't stopped her from combining her day job with that of her other interests, which is, of course, ruling her sissy cuckold's life and finding and fucking other men.

We have been friends for what seems like forever. We both are members of our local fetish club, and we often go there together to look for cock, and we take our current boyfriends there and play publicly. We both agree that being a Hot Wife is a great choice of lifestyle.

The story you are about to read begins on a Wednesday. I had managed to get home from school earlier than usual, and I arrived before my cuckold, Richard, returned from his work. I was preparing our supper in the kitchen when the phone rang.

If Richard isn't here to answer the phone, it is my practise to look at the caller display before picking up. I hate nuisance or uninvited calls. I smiled to myself as I recognised Cindy's number, and I picked up straightaway.

"Well this is a nice surprise," I began, "you don't usually phone midweek. What's up?"

"I need a favour, sweetie," Cindy said, speaking rather softly.

"Why are you whispering?" I interrupted her.

"I don't want Jessie to hear me," Cindy replied in an even quieter voice. "She's in the back office doing some filing at the moment. I'm phoning from the reception desk."

Jessie, by the way, is Cindy's receptionist. She's in her late fifties I would imagine, unmarried and she protects Cindy fiercely from those she considers to be time wasters or hangers-on. In other words, she's a typical doctor's receptionist.

"It's Jessie's birthday a week on Friday," Cindy went on. "She's going to be sixty and she's been going on recently about how lucky I am to have such a dear, attentive husband like Neil, and how she missed the boat, and will probably never know the love of a good man. If only she knew about Neil and his sissy fetish!"

"Bloody hell, Cin," I teased, "are you thinking of starting up a dating agency for mature spinsters then?"

"Don't be so bloody dense," answered my best friend with a chuckle. "This is what I had in mind. I can't be involved obviously, because Jessie would recognise me, but you, being a seriously kinky, dirty bitch sprang to mind when I was thinking about possible solutions to Jessie's problem. Tell me what you think of this scenario."

I listened with increasing excitement as Cindy laid out her plan for Jessie's birthday. By the time she'd finished explaining the details, Richard was home and I had a distinctly wet patch in my knickers.

"Leave this with me," I replied when Cindy had finished. "I'll ask him and I'll get back to you later on this evening. If he's agreeable, we'll need to work out a plan and fine tune it. Given the scenario you've suggested, we can't risk anything going wrong. We'd all end up in court!"

I put the phone down and turned to look at my cuckold.

"That was Cindy," I began, and Richard grinned. He knows Cindy well enough to realise that when we've been talking on the phone it usually means that we have been planning something kinky.

"Are we going down to the club tonight?" he asked hopefully.

"We most certainly are not," I replied, getting to my feet. "It's Wednesday, and I have school tomorrow. But I do need you right away. My cunt seems to be leaking after my chat with Cindy. Come up to my bedroom. You can worship me whilst I explain what Cindy and I have in mind. I need to phone Greg too, so I can do that whilst you're down between my legs. Come on, cucky! Hurry up! My cunt is desperate for a good licking!"

In my bedroom, I yanked my knickers down and handed them to Richard. He inhaled my scent and began to lick and suck the soaked gusset. I hoisted my dress above my waist, lay down on the bed and opened my legs.

"Get to it," I purred and Richard dived in.

We both love it when Richard worships my cunt. He's been cock locked for a very long time now, and these days the only penetrative sex he is allowed involves his tongue or his fingers. He's an excellent cunt worshipper.

As he began to suck and nibble on my clit, I outlined Cindy's plan to him, and I added my own variations. Without missing a beat, or abandoning his task, Richard raised his eyes to look at me. He winked his approval (not that I needed it!) and continued to tongue fuck me whilst also paying attention to my clit.

I had been so turned on by Cindy's suggestion that it didn't take long for Richard to bring me to orgasm. As I climaxed, I wrapped my legs around his head and squirted all my essence into his mouth. He swallowed everything, as he has been conditioned to do, and then he slowly licked me clean and relatively dry.

When he emerged from between my legs, his face was red and shiny, and he was grinning like the cat who got the cream. Well, to be pedantic, he had got the cream. My cunt cream!

"What do you think?" I asked. "Is it feasible?"

"Everything is possible if it is planned right," replied Richard. "As you've outlined, it will probably work best with three of us. If Greg comes on board, I can't see any problems, and even if he refuses, I'm sure you and I could manage on our own."

"No time like the present," I muttered, reaching for the telephone extension that lives on my bedside table. "I'll phone Greg now and see what he thinks. Go and start supper, will you? The casserole is in the oven. What do you want with it? Pasta or rice? You choose, I don't care what we have. I'll be down when I've finished talking to Greg."

Richard went downstairs, walking rather awkwardly. I grinned to myself as I dialled my boyfriend's number. Cunt worship always gives Richard a hard on. Well, as much of a hard on as his tiny cock lock will allow. I could imagine just how uncomfortable he was, and I made a mental note to check his balls when we went to bed later on. He wasn't due to be milked until Saturday, so by that time they should be full, swollen and very tender. Just the way, in fact, that both of us liked them to be. Not for the first time, I reminded myself how much Richard and I enjoyed our chosen lifestyle of Hot Wife and cuckold.

I heard Greg's phone ringing in my ear, and then his soft, deep voice as he picked up. I outlined my plan to him, and he listened intently.

Twenty minutes later, I sauntered downstairs, to find Richard draining pasta in a colander over the kitchen sink. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Well?" he asked, "are we on?"

"Greg loves the idea," I confirmed. "We'll do it a week on Friday, which is Jessie's actual birthday. Is supper ready? I'm starving. Serve up, and I'll tell you everything over supper. And to celebrate, I'm going to peg you later on. As a reward for agreeing to help Cindy and me with this plan."

"Don't think I'm not grateful," Richard replied. "I love it when you peg me. But you know that I'd agree to almost anything you suggest. This plan sounds perfect, and is typical of Cindy. She always looks to help people, even if they don't realise it at the time!"

I grinned and winked at Richard.

"Only 'almost anything'?" I teased, and sat down at the table as my cuckold began to serve our supper.

I went into the conservatory after supper and sat down with a cup of coffee and my favourite lady churchwarden pipe. Whilst Richard loaded the dishwasher and tidied up the kitchen, I phoned Cindy to tell her the good news.

Cindy was delighted to hear my news.

"Don't tell me all the details," she interrupted me as I began to outline our plan. "I think Jessie will be scared shitless until she realises what is going on. I do hope she won't piss herself before you get her home!"

"If she does, I'll give her knickers to Richard!" I chuckled. "He loves watersports and a pair of piss drenched knickers will be right up his street as Greg and I get on with giving Jessie her birthday present!"

I had no time to dwell on the plan that had been worked out for Jessie. It was a busy time in school, as the Autumn term wound on. Already, we were into December, and with only three weeks to go until school broke up for Christmas, it was all hands on deck as the staff prepared our pupils for the annual Christmas carol service and Nativity play. So before I had time to look around, the Friday of our plan arrived. During afternoon play time on the day of our plan, I was on yard duty, but as it was pouring with rain, I sat in the main hall with all the children, and had an extra impromptu singing practice, which they all enjoyed.

When the bell went to indicate that playtime was over, and it was time to return to their various classes for the final session of the week, I dismissed them in class order, and as the last lot went out of the hall, I glanced out of the window.

It was still hammering down with rain, and even though it was not yet half past two, it was dark and dismal outside.

"Perfect!" I thought to myself. "I just hope this dreadful weather keeps up for the rest of the afternoon and evening!"

I got home early after school and went straight into the shower. I shaved my cunt and dried myself carefully. I had already put out my costume for the evening, and was putting it on when Richard arrived home. He came into my bedroom and grinned.

"You haven't worn that for a long time," he said approvingly, referring to my skin tight latex cat suit. "It shows off your tits and your camel toe perfectly. Greg is going to love seeing you all dressed up in that sleek, shiny suit!"

I told Richard to get a move on and to get in the shower himself. By the time he was finished, I'd laid out a dark polo shirt and a pair of black chinos for him to wear.

"You'll have to put a coat on, as will I," I explained. "Normally, I'd be cursing this bloody rain, but tonight it's going to work in our favour. Oh good! That'll be Greg," I went on as I heard the doorbell ring.

"Get dressed quickly. We don't want to be late. I'll go and let Greg in."

I opened the front door, and there stood my latest boyfriend. Six foot three of pure beef cake, he grinned as he saw what I was wearing.

"Come in out of the rain," I smiled, and when I'd closed the door, I melted into his arms and we kissed. His tongue was in my mouth in an instant and I sucked on it, enjoying the taste of his saliva. We were still kissing when Richard came downstairs.

I broke off our kiss and Greg grinned self consciously at my cuckold. He and I had been an item for about three months at this point, but he still couldn't believe his luck that Richard had no objection to his wife being fucked by a much younger man.

As for me, I was thrilled by the fact that Greg had a fetish for the 'older' woman, and as long as he wanted to use his gorgeous cock to give me what I desired, he'd get no arguments from me!

"Hi, Richard. How are you doing?" Greg asked politely, extending his hand. He and Richard shook hands and my cuckold confirmed that he was well and looking forward to the evening's entertainment.

"I'd suggest that we all go into the conservatory and Greg and I could have some foreplay," I said, "but time is getting on. I need to phone Cindy to check that everything is still on, and then we should go. This rain will mean that the traffic is heavier than normal on a Friday evening. No-one in their right mind is going to be walking anywhere unless they have to!"

"That includes Jessie, I hope," grinned Greg. "If she catches a bus home, or has ordered a taxi, we're fucked!"

I winked at him.

"We're all going to be fucked eventually tonight, big boy!" I teased him. "I hope those big balls and your gorgeous cock are up for a night of filthy sex?"

"I think I've been hard ever since you suggested tonight's activities," Greg admitted. "I can't wait to get started!"

I picked up the phone and dialled Cindy's direct number. I deliberately didn't go through Jessie on the reception desk. Cindy answered promptly, and confirmed that she had just finished with her last patient.

"How long will it take you to get to the collection point?" she asked. The phone was on speaker mode, so everyone could hear Cindy's question. I looked at Greg and raised my eyebrows questioningly.

"Hi Cindy. It's Greg here," my boyfriend answered. "If we leave now, we can be in position in twenty minutes."

"Perfect!" giggled Cindy. "Enjoy yourselves, you pair of dirty bastards! I only wish I could be with you. I'm going to have to content myself with sitting on Neil's face tonight. Remember, we all have a date down at the club tomorrow night. I'll want to hear all the sordid details! Now fuck off, the three of you, and give my dear Jessie the best birthday present she's ever had! You can't miss her. She'll be carrying a vivid yellow umbrella."

I put a couple of items I knew I'd be needing later on into a small shoulder bag, and slipped the strap over one shoulder. Greg helped me on with my rain coat, giving my tit a lovely squeeze as he did so. My clit twitched and I winked at him.

"Later!" I whispered, and we all trooped out into the rain. Greg's white van sat in our drive, and he passed the keys to Richard.

"You'll have to squash in the front with me, unless you want to go in the back," Greg said, and I looked at him witheringly.

"I'll sit on your lap," I told him. "You can play with my tits whilst Richard drives."

And that's exactly what happened. Richard parked the van out of sight in a small alley just off the main road and Greg and I got out. We stood under the awning of a high street shop and watched for Jessie. A few minutes passed, and we caught sight of her hurrying along in the rain. It was so dark that I was glad that she had her trademark yellow umbrella up to aid me in identifying her.

"There she is," I muttered to Greg. "Off you go!"

Greg sprinted across the road and raced towards Jessie. He ran past her on the other side of the road and then re-crossed the street. He was now a few feet behind her, but what with the rain and her hurry to get home, Jessie hadn't noticed.

As she approached me, her view was obscured by her umbrella. With perfect timing, I stepped out from under the awning, and she walked straight into me. She tried to lift her umbrella up to see who she had walked into, but Greg moved in quickly and, putting his arms around her waist, he lifted her easily off her feet. I ran into the alley and opened the back doors of Greg's van. He bundled Jessie in and scrambled in after her. So shocked was she by this sudden assault, she hadn't uttered a word.

I got into the front seat, next to Richard, and told him to get going. Driving slowly out of the alley, he steered the van in the direction of Jessie's house.

I quickly put on the hood that had come with my latex cat suit. Only my eyes and my mouth were visible, and I scrambled carefully over the seat and into the back of the van.

Greg had already tied a blindfold over Jessie's eyes, and his hand was over her mouth, preventing her from screaming. I nodded at him, and he released her.

"W...who are you? W... what do you want with me?" stammered Jessie as I watched Greg putting on a gimp style hood that concealed his features. Soon, like me, only his eyes and mouth were visible.

"Happy birthday, Jessie," I whispered in a low voice. "As to who we are, that's not important. What we want is to give you a birthday present. Now, are you going to be a good girl and not make any fuss when we get you home? Or are we going to have to gag you and carry you into your house between us?"

"C... carry me in? No! Of course not! I'm perfectly capable of walking, thank you. What do you want? Money? I have a few pounds at home, but not much. Please don't hurt me. If I give you money, will you leave me alone? I won't call the police, I promise."

"We have no intention of hurting you," I replied in the same low voice. "In fact, the complete opposite is part of our plan for tonight. It's not every day that a lady turns sixty. We've arranged a little treat for you! So, you'll walk into your house between my boyfriend and I without any fuss? If you promise me that, I'll take your blindfold off now."

Jessie shook her head.

"No," she replied, "I'd rather keep it on or I'll spoil my surprise. My front door key is in my handbag. You can lead me into the house, and give me my surprise then, if that's ok?"

I looked at Greg, and I saw him nodding enthusiastically. I couldn't see his face, obviously, because it was concealed by the gimp mask. He put his mouth close to my ear.

"It's too dark for anyone who happens to be looking out to see that she's got a blindfold on," he whispered. "Let's get her indoors, and whilst you get her prepared, take her coat off, and the like, I'll strip off. The first thing she'll see will be me, naked but for my hood, and I'll be hard, don't you worry about that!"

I gave him the thumbs up, and explained what was going to happen to Jessie. Well, sort of explained. I left out the naked Greg bit!

Jessie lives just off the main road, in a quiet street that leads to the shopping centre of town. There was plenty of room for Richard to park, and he pulled up outside Jessie's mid-terrace house. As he switched the engine off, Greg opened the back doors of the van, and got out. I helped Jessie out into his arms, and we stood in the pouring rain whilst Greg shut the doors again. Richard locked the van, and the four of us trooped up the garden path, with me helping Jessie as we went.

Greg opened the front door and we all went in. It was pitch black inside, but pleasantly warm.

"If you need some light, there's a switch on the wall on the right, "Jessie said. She sounded confident and not in the least afraid. I supposed she thought that there had been a surprise party arranged for her, and we wanted to get her into a room where all her friends would be waiting to jump out and yell "Happy Birthday!" to her. Was she in for a shock!

Greg found the light switch and switched it on. The hallway was flooded with light, and I blinked.

"In there," I said, forgetting to whisper, and Jessie turned her head to look to see where the voice was coming from. I cursed silently. Had she recognised my voice?

"Let's get your overcoat off, Jessie," I said, undoing the buttons and helping her out of her coat. I had reverted to my low voiced whisper.

Meanwhile, Greg and Richard disappeared into the middle room of Jessie's house. As I hung her coat up on the stand, I heard curtains being drawn closed and I took my own coat off and hung it up next to Jessie's.

"Nearly ready," I whispered. "I'll just go and check. Stay there. I'll come back for you in a moment."

"This is so exciting!" replied Jessie. "I've never had a birthday treat like this before. How many people are coming to the party?"

"If I tell you that information, I'll have to kill you," I said, and Jessie giggled.

"I love surprises," she said, and I thought to myself, "You'll never have had a surprise like the one you're going to get in a moment, my dear!"

I went into the middle room. The curtains were tightly drawn, and two standard lamps gave the room a warm glow. Richard was sitting on a stool in the corner of the room, watching Greg, who was in the process of removing his socks. Apart from his hood, he was totally naked, and my clit twitched as I caught sight of his rampant cock.