Ken and Cindy had a lot of tense debate over whether to try to sell their home themselves or through a real estate agent. Ken was adamant, pointing that they needed to save the money of an agent commission, and eventually Ken won out. They had been running ads for over four weeks now, and there didnât seem to be any serious potential buyers. They had an âopen houseâ the previous weekend, and did have about ten couples through the house, but most seemed to be the type that was looking for decorating ideas or just entertaining themselves on a Sunday afternoon.
There was an incident during the open house that upset and scared Cindy. Someone had masturbated and sprayed cum into her panty drawer in the master bedroom. She didnât notice it until the next day when she went to get dressed, but even though it had dried, there was no mistaking it. Ken hadnât been that concerned about it, and he even said that it aroused him a little bit thinking that Cindy had turned on some guy so much. When he saw how bothered Cindy was, he took a more sympathetic stance, and helped her try to figure out whom it could have been. They both focused on a couple in which the man lingered behind upstairs while Ken and Cindy showed the wife the unfinished area of the basement. He was probably only up there five minutes at the most, but Cindy knew that was plenty of time for some men. They hadnât paid any attention to the coupleâs name, so there couldnât do anything about it even it they wanted to. Cindy couldnât bear the prospect of taking to the police about it or having her cum stained panties be evidence. There wouldnât be any way of proving it, even if they had the right guy.
So Cindy went ahead and cleaned up the mess. All in all, five pairs of panties had cum on them, including one pair whose crotch seemed to have been the main target. As she prepared them for the wash, Cindy couldnât help putting them to her nose and breathing in the musky smell of the dried cum. She felt her self becoming aroused, in spite of the fact that she was repulsed by the idea of a stranger violating her privacy. She had to admit that she was having the same thoughts as Ken; it was exciting to know that this man had been turned on by her. She suddenly realized she was rubbing her crotch with the palm of her hand and quickly jerked her hand away. âI canât believe thisâ, Cindy thought to herself. âIâm as big a pervert as he isâ.
They had another open house scheduled for the next Sunday. This time, they planned more carefully. They got a sign-in book, so they would know who was in their house. They resolved that one of them would be with the visitors at all times, especially in the private areas of the house.
On Saturday, the day before the open house, Ken got a call from his business partner. A major client had a major crisis, and it required that Ken be on site at 7 AM Monday morning. In order to do that, Ken had to take a 12 Noon flight on Sunday. When Cindy heard that news, she wanted to cancel the open house. But Ken reminded her that the ads had already run in the newspaper and on-line, so it was too late. Cindy got her friend Betty to agree to help her with the open house. Betty is a no-nonsense, take charge kind of woman, so Cindy felt that they would be able to handle the open house fine.
Sunday came, and after seeing Ken off, Cindy made final preparations for the open house. Betty arrived a little before the scheduled 2:00 beginning of the open house, but two couples had already come by. Things slowed down after that, and Cindy and Betty settled down to gossiping and trading recipes and stories about married life. Cindy started to tell her about the incident the previous open house, but decided not to. She figured Betty would just give her a hard time about being careless with strangers in her house.
As the afternoon dragged on, the visitors became less frequent. It was a dreary, drizzly day, and that obviously kept away a lot of the casual lookers. The open house was scheduled to last until 5:00, but by 4:45 it had been nearly an hour since anybody came by, so Betty announced that she was leaving. Cindy thanked her for helping, and followed her outside to bring in the sign from the front yard. She was in the kitchen making a new pitcher of iced tea when the doorbell. Slightly irritated at a late visitor, Cindy debated whether to let them in as she made her way to the front door. By the time she reached the door, she had decided to politely tell them that the open house was over. She opened the door expecting the usual couple, but instead was taken aback by the presence of three men.
âGood afternoon Mrs. Dorseyâ the one in front said. âDo you remember me? Iâm Joe Taylor. My wife Nancy and I were here last weekend. Iâve brought my brother-in-law Randy and his friend Al to help me look at the basement. Theyâre in construction, and they can tell me whether we can do what we want in that unfinished area.â
As he spoke, Cindy was processing the whole scene as she listened to him. The three guys looked friendly and innocent enough, but Randy and Al were big guys, both about 6â2â or so, and both well over 200 pounds. Al was black, not too dark, but not light skinned either.
Joe asked âCan we come in?â, stepping through the doorway without waiting for an answer. As Cindy stepped aside to let them in, she focused on Joe for the first time. She immediately realized that he was the guy, the one she suspected of jerking off on her panties! She had a sense of apprehension as the three men entered the living room.
âThis is a nice houseâ, Randy said. âI do a lot of remodeling, so I see a lot of houses. I like what you have done with this entrancewayâ. Randy made several other complimentary comments about the house, which put Cindy somewhat at ease.
Cindy motioned for the men to sit down and said, âWould you guys like some tea? I just made a fresh pitcher.â They nodded yes, and Cindy went to the kitchen to get the tea. She returned and began pouring glasses of tea for each.
Randy said he needed to go outside to his truck to get the measuring tape, level, and other tools he needed to check out the basement. While he was gone, Cindy sat in awkward silence with the other two. She could feel their eyes burning through her clothes, undressing her in their minds. Being attractive with a good body, she put up with this often, but it always made her uncomfortable, and she squirmed in her chair and felt herself blush. Joe and Al exchanged glances and both men had mischievous grins on their faces, which made Cindy more uncomfortable. She began thinking that maybe she should ask them to leave when Randy returned.
Joe had started talking about something as Randy entered the house, and Al was clanking his tea glass, but Cindy thought she made out the sound of the deadbolt being engaged as Randy closed the door behind him. A quick glance at the door confirmed that the deadbolt was indeed on. Why would he do that, Cindy wondered to herself.
Randy stepped over to where the two other men sat on the couch, and put a large duffel bag on the floor. Cindy realized the bag was way too large to contain a tape measure and the other things they would need to examine the basement, and a chill swept down her spine. She didnât know whether it was fear or excitement, but she knew she had lost control of this situation, and that these three men had plans for her.
âWh...why did you lock the door?â Cindy stammered. She had intended to ask it in a forceful and even voice, but her trembling voice belied her fear.
âJust force of habit, I guessâ Randy replied, âplus I guess I figured since we were going to go down to the basement you wouldnât want any open house stragglers just walking inâ. Cindy didnât see any visible signs of reaction to her anxiety.
Cindy thought about her options. The guys hadnât done anything untoward, threatening or improper. But things definitely didnât seem right, and after all, Joe was the guy that sprayed cum into her panty drawer. She thought about what they may have in mind, and she found herself getting aroused. She felt flush, and quickly looked around to see if they noticing. Again, they gave no visible sign of recognition.