Dawn stirred and then her eyes popped wide open. There. There it was again, a slight thump emanating from the dark hallway. Dawn nudged her husband laying beside her in bed.
"Bill," she hissed, "Did you here that?"
Dawn's husband rolled over to face her and grunted, "What? Hear What?"
Dawn whispered, "I heard something in the hall. Did you lock the back door when you came to bed?"
Dawn was not a nervous Nellie or anything, but there had been an uptic in burglaries in the last year. That Bill was so damn forgetful about security and locking doors. She was always nagging him about taking just basic precautions. He would be lost without her telling him waht to do.
Bill answered irritably, "Of course I did! I always do." He gave an exasperated sigh of resignation, "Okay, okay, I will go take a look if it makes you feel better."
Bill swung out of bed, stepped into his bedroom slippers, and with a condescending shake of his head toward his unreasonable wife, strode manfully toward the master bedroom door. Dawn sat up, and then stood and took a few timorous steps toward the end of the bed watching her husband. Something just didn't feel right.
Two black shadows swarmed her husband from the hallway causing him to cry out in surprise. There was the glint of a large knife blade in the moonlight streaming through the window. Dawn gave a shriek and stepped back.
A guttural snarl came from the struggling men at the door, "Stand still woman, and nobody will get hurt."
The bedroom light snapped on. Dawn saw two big guys holding Bill helpless in their powerful grasp. One hooked his foot on the chair to Dawn's computer workstation by the hallway door and pulled it over. Working with practiced efficiency, they forced Bill into the chair and rapidly strapped his arms to the chair arms and his ankles to the chair legs leaving her husband helpless.
Bill recovered from the shock of the surprise attack rapidly and tried to defuse the situation. "Okay guys, you win. Take whatever you want; just don't hurt anybody. I have a couple of hundred dollars in my wallet on the dresser there, my wife's jewelry..."
The sandy haired assailant slapped a ball gag into Bill's mouth, silencing Dawn's husband. The man laughed harshly, saying with a menace, "Oh, we don't care about your money, buddy." He stared at Dawn, "We came for your wife."
A terrified Dawn started to retreat but a curt order to hold still brought her to a jarring stop.
She looked at the two men. They wore dark clothes and were big; each one stood a good six inches taller than her husband. They appeared to be solid muscle too. They wore no masks which scared her. Since she and Bill could identify them now, it made her worry about a bad outcome to all of this.
The sandy haired one had scary ice-blue eyes and a strong jaw line. The dark haired one with brown eyes said nothing as he moved quickly to seize their cell phones that were beside the bed. He tossed them carelessly onto the dresser behind her immobilized husband. Bill sat helplessly strapped into the chair with wide eyes trying to comprehend what had happened in the last sixty seconds.
The sandy haired one waved the wicked looking knife at Dawn and said quietly, "Take it all off, honey. You cooperate and be enthusiastic, and nobody gets hurt. I'd hate to cut your husband's balls off right in front of you."
Dawn had no choice. She bravely tried to control the terrified tremor in her voice as she shucked off her nightgown and panties and stuttered, "Okay, I will give you what you want. Just don't hurt my husband. Or me."
The two assailants and her husband stared at the now naked Dawn standing beside the bed. She was a small woman with lovely, long chestnut hair and hazel eyes. She was well formed, not a female bombshell nor an emaciated string-bean model. She was more the cute, lively girl next door type who routinely attracted covert male stares.
Dawn struggled to control her breathing as she contemplated what would come next.
After a minute to admire the naked Dawn, the sandy haired man sheathed the knife, put it in his backpack, and deposited the knapsack on the floor beside her husband. He walked over to Dawn and eased her back into a sitting position on the bed. He gently pushed her flat as he spread her legs. He eased himself down between her legs as he knelt on the floor draping Dawn's legs over his shoulders.
Dawn shuddered as she felt his tongue begin to explore her. The assault was inevitable now. She would steel herself to lie still and not fight though she wanted to.
Oh, damn, his tongue was eliciting some very pleasurable responses from her body. She gasped, gripping the sheet with both hands to ward off the growing sensations. Dawn cursed her body silently, "Traitor, traitor, traitor!"
Dawn glanced desperately at her husband. He sat there helplessly staring wide eyed with the dark haired man standing beside him, also watching intently. She groaned, "No!" But it was too late the primitive reptilian parts of her brain were taking control of her body.
Dawn squirmed and twisted trying to lay still, but it was no use. She began undulating in rhythm with her assailant's efforts and gasping in shocked pleasure. When the orgasm racked her whole body, she half rose pulling the sandy haired man into her with both hands and wailing in ecstacy. He gave her no rest but continued his ministrations on the now wildly thrashing woman.
The dark haired man said conversationally to Dawn's husband, Bill, "That boy is sure a golden tongued fiend. Women just can't get enough of him."
Dawn filled the room with another orgasmic wail.
The dark haired man chuckled to Bill, "Yep, looks like we hit paydirt alright. That wife of yours is sure something."
The sandy haired man stood and quickly shucked his clothes. The panting Dawn took the opportunity to look over at her shocked husband and gasp out, 'Oh baby, I am so sorry. I can't help it."
Whatever her mental regrets, Dawn spread her legs in physical welcome as the sandy haired man came to her. He teased her with the tip of the his penis while sucking her right breast and working her left breast with one hand.
Dawn moaned and thought desperately to herself, "Oh no, no! I can't stand this."
Dawn had sensitive breasts and since puberty had loved for boys and then later men to play with them. They were like a turbo-charge to her already lusty sex drive. It had been five years since she married Bill and since any man but her husband had worked those sensitive teats of hers over like this.
To tell the truth, she and Bill had been in a bit of a marital rut recently. Bill had also been a bit lazy in his bedroom duties of late. This assault was turning into a renaissance of her dormant but powerful sex drive,
Dawn had to admit she was certainly being hauled out of that marital sexual rut gasping and wailing. She wanted to squeal in delight as lovely sensations ran from her head to toe in response to the man's efforts. Still, she had to steel herself and maintain some form of propriety and decorum. After all, her husband was sitting over there and watching.
But oh my god, this guy was driving her crazy, and Dawn was beginning not to care that her husband was watching.
It became too much as the sensations crested again. She gasped out, "Oh for god's sake, fuck me! Fuck me right now!"
Their coupling was vigorous, and Bill and Dawn's marital bed squeaked and groaned under the fury of the copulating couple. They came together with mutual cries of pleasure.
The sandy haired man dressed quickly and took his position standing next to the pinioned Bill. The dark haired man undressed and advanced on Dawn. It was his turn to plunder the wife's lovely female treasures as her husband watched helplessly.
Dawn stared at the dark haied man. He had the biggest dick she had ever seen, even in the porno flicks she and her girlfriends secretly watched sometimes when their husbands were playing golf. A smile flickered at her lips as she muttered, "Oh my, can that thing be real?" Excitedly she thought, "I am certainly about to find out."
The sandy haired man commented pleasantly to Bill next to him, "Ain't that timber of his something. Your wife is going to think she died and went to heaven before he finishes with her. Yep, she's about to get the fucking of a lifetime."
The dark haired man said pleasantly to Dawn as he reached the bed, "Okay baby, I want you on your hands and knees facing your husband this time. I want you to watch each other while I fuck your brains out."
Dawn complied and ended up kneeling on the bed facing her husband maybe six feet away. As the dark haired man entered her, she sucked in her breath with surprise at his size and smiled with anticipation on what was to come. The man slowly penetrated her, eliciting a staccato series of happy "Oh, oh, oh" one after another. Her husband could judge the man's penetration into his wife as Dawn's eyes widened in amazement and pleasure in proportion to his progress. Finally, grasping her shoulders, the man pulled himself all the way into Bill's wife. Dawn threw back her head, closed her eyes and moaned "Oh my God, yes, yes."
Now the man began to ply Bill's wife with gusto. The vigorous slap of flesh on flesh reverberated through the bedroom. Dawn cried her encouragements and wailed in pleasure.
She came with a body wrenching spasm and cries of delight. But this was a bull of a man servicing her. He continued to fuck her to the thunder of flesh slapping flesh without slowing down.
Dawn was beside herself. She thrashed about, throwing her head from side to side and groaning in desperate ecstacy. Finally after what seemed eons, the big man roared as he pulsed his seed deep inside Dawn, triggering another massive orgasm on her part and a long drawn out scream of primaeval pleasure.
The sandy haired man's cell phone rang. He answered with a chirpy, "Hi, there. Yep, everything's fine here. We are just finishing up with the wife now. That was her singing the hallelujah chorus in the background.... What? You gotta be kidding! Hold on."
The sandy haired man reached over and roughly snatched the ball gag from Bill's mouth. The man demanded angrily, "What's your address here?"
