Author's Note:
If you don't want to read about a woman having sex with a man that's not her husband, please hit your browser's back button. If you don't like creampie games, also hit the back button. If you like this, please read along.
You don't absolutely need to read PT#1 to follow this story, but it helps.
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Pacing around the living room anxiously, Carrie finished her drink while glancing at the outfits she had brought out from her bedroom. She knew that PJ would be there at any time, and while she thought she was prepared as she could be, she hoped that he would be able to hold up his end of the bargain.
She looked out the window to see that there weren't any new cars in the driveway, then went to the kitchen to make herself another drink. She took her first sip, nodding her head in affirmation that she had mixed it right, then turned to go back to the living room and froze in place after one step. PJ was standing in the entryway, smiling at her as she stared at him in shock.
"I see you found my house easily enough." Carrie said with a laugh.
He smiled in return and walked forward to pick her up in a tight hug, kissing her deeply for almost a minute before putting her back on her feet. His hands slid up to her bare breasts, his thumbs sliding across her nipples as he stared into her eyes.
"I need this, and I need you." PJ hissed. "Your choices are either that I take you on the counter, or over the arm of the couch. I'm so hard for you right now, I'm going half insane."
"Did you forget what we talked about already?" Carrie asked as she pushed back on him and grabbed the firm lump in his jeans. "If you can't control your own body for five minutes, then we can use the couch first, but otherwise we should stick to our plan. What do you say? Did you want to use your energy to do this right, or use me like a mattress hole before we do the rest at half power?"
PJ smiled and took a step back, taking a sip of her drink from the counter before he zipped up his hoodie to hide the red blush on his ears. "I'm sorry, that was a bit too forward of me. Let's have some fun in your bedroom, but I want a sample first."
He pushed Carrie against the counter and lowered himself to one knee, moving slowly to kiss her body on his way down. Pressing against her knees, he waited until Carrie lifted one leg to the side, then leaned forward to kiss her pussy, sinking lower to the floor until he could angle his head up and suck her clit into his mouth. He stayed in place for several minutes, and Carrie almost lost sight of what she had planned with the way his tongue was dancing across her pussy.
"Wait, wait a second." Carrie panted as she sadly pushed his head away from her. "Before this gets too far, we still have a task to complete."
"Oh yeah, sorry. My head has it's own goal, and I'll let you decide if it's the small one or big one."
"Nice try, but I know that neither one of them is small. Come on, let me see what you brought."
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"You're sure this outfit is the one you want me to wear?" Carrie asked. "This is your last chance, so if you want another, I'll have to get it from my dresser."
"Nope, just right." PJ said as he grabbed her ass. "The other ones are too sexy for normal bedtime wear, and besides, this one has the best feeling for me when I grope you. Your ass feels amazing in these. Damn."
Carrie laughed and shook her head. "That's what Paul says too. Alright, let's get this show started, shall we?"
He nodded his head and patted himself down to make sure he had everything. Taking a firm grip of Carrie's hair, he turned her head to give her a quick kiss, and with a twinkle in his eye, he nodded towards the bed.
"Paul! Paul! Wake up." Carrie said loudly. "Paul, can you hear me? Somebody broke into our house and he's got a gun. Help me."
PJ held her loosely as Carrie held her head angled back and turned on the light switch. Paul sat up in bed, opening the end table drawer and moving his hand around in the empty space.
"I've got it, asshole." PJ hissed. "That stainless GP100 pistol is an amazing revolver, and it's mine now. Get your ass out of bed and get over here now."
"Baby, please do what he says." Carrie whispered in fear, but knowing that the handgun was safely unloaded, hiding under towels in the bathroom. "He's got me totally stuck, and he said he won't hurt us if we don't keep him happy."
Paul sighed and looked in the table's drawer as he took his hand out of it. He sat up and looked around the room, trying to keep his rage in check for the safety of his wife.
"What the hell? Sir, I don't know what you want, but let my wife go and take me in her place."
"Shut up." PJ yelled, putting his hand in the hoodie pocket and pointing the clump of frozen hot dogs at Paul. "Do what you're told and sit on that chair by the door."
Cautiously standing up, Paul walked towards the door, keeping his hands raised at shoulder height. He looked oddly at the kitchen chair in his bedroom, and how it's leg was tied to the dresser before he took a seat, watching in fear as the man moved towards him, pushing Carrie in front of him.
"Tie him up." PJ ordered Carrie, handing her four dog collars. "Get his wrists and ankles good, or you'll pay."
She whimpered as the man pushed her forward, giving Paul a brief wink before bending down to secure his limbs. Carrie pulled tight on the leather restraints, making a point to rub her nipples across his thighs as she moved to his other side to make him immobile.
"Alright, that's enough." PJ commanded, then reached into the closet to grab the nearest shirt and tied it around Paul's mouth. "Now get back here and show me where your jewelery and cash are hiding."
