This is a story of a loving wife being waylaid by her own admissions to her black female neighbour. Who uses her wiles and ways to seduce her, and allowing her own son to get in on the act.
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I was lying on my bed, a bag, or a hood of some sort over my head, hands were tying mine behind my back. I was too terrified to even scream. And as soon as I was tied up, the hands moved into the hood, bag or whatever and then something else was being fitted over my eyes too. There were chinks of light, but all I could see was black then light.
I had no idea of whom my attacker was, I had been taken by such speed and surprise I had no time to even think of defending myself, or even how to. Within what seemed like three or four seconds, I have no idea of the time really, I was tied up, blindfolded, and helpless. Soon there was something over my eyes, and then a little round ball thing was stuffed into my mouth and that was fixed at the back of my head.
After that was a moments silence and stillness, I lay there wondering why, what, I just didn't understand, and I knew even less. Next there was a fumbling around my head and felt the bag thing being pulled off. Now I knew I had been blindfolded and gagged for some reason not known to me. I was also still scared to death.
I tried to plead through the gag for my captor, attacker not to hurt me, but of course nothing but garbled gibberish came out. I did hear a distant 'Shhhhh,' then a hand stroked my body on my stomach area. I realised then that I was almost certainly going to be raped by the person who had me in their control.
I was left alone for a while, and I started to train my thoughts of who would do this to me, who would want to, and why. I could think of no one at all. It wasn't my husband playing games, I had just talked to him by phone, it was 10am Saturday morning here, and he was in Tokyo on business.
I hadn't even dressed yet, all I had on was my short satin silver nightie, no panties, and certainly no bra, so I might as well have been stark naked. Now I heard and felt a sort of snip snip, and my nightie was pulled down my body and off me. Who ever had me had cut the two thin straps over my shoulders, and now I was completely stark naked.
I am Linda Evans, I am twenty five years old, married for four years to a great guy. He had a real good job which allows me to be a lady of leisure. And I'm a stay at home housewife. I can do almost anything I want, we have the money. I don't waste it though, I am careful but not frugal.
We have a good sex life, the only trouble is Jeff works away a lot, he travels the world and I do sometimes go with him, but there are times when I can't, and this was one of them. I have heard many men, and boys say when I was growing up how beautiful I was. And without being bigheaded about, I am!
I was born lucky I guess, my long hair is luxurious, and I take great care of it, it swings about me in willowing cascades. Its silky blond and I love it. I'm average height at about 5ft 5", and 105lbs. I am no heavyweight, and that's why my attacker had probably been able to render my capture as easily as he had.
But it had its drawbacks, boys, and then men were afraid to ask me out, I think for fear of rejection. When Jeff told me why he had asked me out, I was expecting him to say, it was 'because you are so beautiful and sexy!'
But do you know what he said? "It's because you walk like you mean it!" I was so taken aback, it broke the ice and I ended up marrying him. And I never did get to know what he meant, I was too frightened to ask, in case it was something I didn't like.
My lips are full, and I learned to pout at an early age, which kept the boys on full alert. Big green eyes that I have also learned to use to my advantage, I've learned that men are subjective to certain looks and quizzical gazes. I have a good body, keep myself fit, I don't smoke, don't drink too much except on special occasions, where I have been known to let my hair down and have fun.
I haven't been unfaithful to Jeff yet, but I do find it difficult sometimes when I get hit on my some super looking sexy guy when Jeff is out of town. Yes I know I should control myself, but temptation is hard to resist sometimes. I am so like many women my age, because I'm at the pinnacle of sexual maturity, my body and its erogenous zones in particular, are a finely tuned hormonal receptor for anything carnal.
I was about to find out just how receptive it was, I fought it I really did, but after a while I had to give up and give in. I had no option, it was too much to resist. The first move I felt was him kneeling over me, his knees were either side, he didn't rest his weight on me but I was going nowhere.
No words were spoken, my attacker was totally silent, then fingers closed over my nipples and squeezed. I kept stock still, he rolled them and squeezed again. I felt quite proud of my resistance. He tugged at them, not hurtfully but gently, letting me know he could do what he wanted.
And that's what he kept on doing, rolling, squeezing and tugging, and it was taking its toll I can tell you. But I resiliently kept still and po faced under the onslaught. He stopped for a while and took out the gag thing in my mouth, for which I was extremely thankful. But he nipped my lips together and said again, 'Shhhh'. I understood the implied threat, 'make noise and you will be gagged again.'
I nodded my head to say I understood it, then he went back to teasing and tweaking my nipples. I don't know if it was the momentary stoppage that caused them to misfire, but suddenly they were beginning to burn. And that is my inner warning signal, over the years when that has happened, it gives me the chance to say.
"No, stop right now, I don't want to," and stop things before they can go further than I wanted them to, or to stay silent and go with it. Here I had no option, the decision wasn't in my hands. I did shake my head in a semi silent 'No.' But he carried on, and I knew I was heading for a defeat of which I had no chance of denying.