The Unexpected Visitor 7

The Unexpected Visitor

Helen, at work, got the text message at 3 o'clock. Although she wasn't expecting, it, it not come as a surprise.

"Make sure that you are home at exactly 5:30."

John's succinct texts were more than familiar to her and always came as a prelude to exciting interludes, or should that be interesting? No, exciting was correct! Already her vagina was exuding a liberal quantity of lubricant and she once again speculated as to whether her thin silk thong would be able to stem the flow before it reached her cream skirt, which would be extremely embarrassing.

When she left for home at 4:45, she was still thinking about what he had in store for her.

Three weeks previously.

John blindfolded her and marched her through to the hallway. then bent her over the back of an armchair that he had apparently earlier moved in front of the glass front door. He had pulled her arms down onto the seat cushion and tied each wrist to the front legs of the chair. Then he had spread her feet and tied her ankles to the back legs, leaving her with her arse in the air and her head on the seat cushion.

He lifted her skirt up, exposing her panties.

"Hmm," he murmured, "Do you think that you would look better if I removed your knickers?" he added.

"No I don't!" Helen retorted, "But I don't suppose that that will make any difference as to whether you do or you don't. Anyway, you can't get them off now without untying my legs and you've just spent ten minutes tying me up."

"No problem," John said, "I know the perfect solution. Won't be a sec."

Helen heard his footsteps move away.

Within a minute he was back and she felt him pull the pantie waistband off her hips and heard the sound of scissors as he snipped through from the leg to the waist; first one side then the other.

"Not another pair," Helen cried, "I'll have none left at this rate!"

"All the better to expose you, My Dear." John replied in his best or worst imitation of the big, bad wolf.

Helen felt his fingers touch the back of her knee and then slowly slide upwards.

His touch brought up goose bumps on her thigh and she shivered with anticipation as they rose higher, caressing the inside of her thigh only inches from her rapidly moistening slit. She willed him to carry on up, but he stopped millimeters away.

Suddenly she felt something cool and hard press between her pussy lips, forcing them open, before the vibrator, for that was what it was, slipped inside and her lips closed behind it, sealing it in except for the thin section with the slightly bulbous end that stayed outside her lips. Helen jerked against her bonds as it buzzed briefly and then stopped.

"Just something to keep you amused, while I nip down to the pub for a quick pint," he said, adding,!By the way I'll leave the light on so that you don't get scared in the dark and, in case the house goes on fire, I'll leave the front door unlocked, so that you can be rescued."

Helen made a snorting noise, praying to herself that he was joking. She was well aware that her backside was mere feet from the glass door and equally well aware that it wasn't beyond the realms of possibility that he would leave the light on with the door unlocked.

Admittedly, the door had translucent glass in it, but, as everyone knew, it was always possible to make out shapes through the distorting glass, especially if it was light inside and dark outside.

Helen heard the door behind her open and then close. Did she hear the sound of it locking, or was it just the latch catching? She didn't know, but sincerely hoped that he was kidding her about leaving it unlocked.

She didn't know how long she was left wondering how much detail could be perceived from outside, but the thoughts were driven from her mind as the vibrator kicked into life once more. The vibrations started off gently but slowly increased to a peak and then equally slowly diminished to almost nothing. This pattern repeated itself over and over again, without actually getting her to the point of an orgasm.

She didn't know how long she had been there, but it seemed like forever. She was desperate to cum, but each time she thought that another two seconds would do it the vibrations faded as did her impending orgasm.

Suddenly she heard the door open and then slammed closed; the vibrator was pulled from her and without any preliminaries she was entered by a very hard prick. She hoped against hope that it was John and not a passing stranger, but her position gave her no hope of finding out the truth and as always in these circumstances, John never told her. The other thing that added to her confusion was that these interludes always ended with John 'coming home' and having sex with her. How come he could come twice in such a short time? He normally went straight to sleep!

.........

As she turned into their road her vagina gave another flutter and released what seemed to be another pint of lubricant. Now she was sure that it had seeped through to her skirt.

She parked her car behind John's on the drive, closed the car door walked down the side of his car to open the back door to the kitchen. At least she tried to, but was surprised to find the door was locked. Why would he lock the door? She took her keys back out of her bag ready to unlock the door, only to have it opened by John.

He stepped forward and quickly placed a blindfold over her eyes. He then took her bag from her and quickly fastened her hands behind her. Helen said nothing, playing along with the situation she found herself in. He led her into the house and after a matter of ten or twelve steps, stopped her. He then undid her skirt and dropped it around her ankles.

"Step out of your skirt," he commanded. She meekly complied.

He then told her to kneel down and she found herself on some sort of slightly raised platform.

"Move forward a bit."

She shuffled forward until her knees came into contact with something hard, which stopped her.

"Move your knees apart!" Helen did as she was told.

"More!" he demanded.

Again Helen complied.

Her knees were now about 18 inches apart, and since she was not that tall, it was a stretch. She felt him fit and tighten straps round each leg just above her knees and then did the same around the tops of her thighs. His hand brushed her thong over her vagina as he passed the straps round her legs. Two more straps round her ankles prevented her lifting her feet.

John now undid her blouse and her bra and lifted them both over her head until they were in front of her, just below her chin.

"Bend over," he told her, emphasising the command with firm hands on her shoulders. She found that there was some sort of padded support which allowed her to rest her shoulders on it, albeit with her head and shoulders below her hips. She felt him fasten something under her arms and over her back, which prevented her straightening up. He gently pushed her head down until her forehead rested on another padded support. Again a strap was used to hold her head stationary. She was now completely immobile. Her breasts hung in space, her body supported by her knees, hips, shoulders and forehead.

She heard him walk away only to return seconds later. He slid his hand over her naked bottom and down between her legs.

"My, my, we are wet aren't we?" he said as his fingers traced her lips.

He eased her thong aside and one more she felt him insert something between her lips, pulling her thong back to hold the small bulb left outside hard against her clitoris.

"In case you are wondering, that is a new remote control vibrator, that connects to a mobile phone. Let me demonstrate."

She jumped, as much as she could in her present situation, as almost immediately the vibrator started up and she felt firstly the larger section inside vibrate against her g-spot and then this stopped and the small one, against her clitoris, took over.

The vibrations immediately started to affect her, but despite all her efforts she was not able to move enough to dislodge it even a small amount.

Thankfully it stopped as quickly as it had started.

John continued, "I have installed the App is on both our phones so that when I turn it on from my phone your phone relays the signal to the vibrator. At the moment only I can control it, but anybody with the App and permission can turn it on and off from anywhere in the world. I wonder to whom I might give permission? I have also set your phone to answer automatically and to go onto speaker phone," she heard him say. How did he do that she wondered? Mind you he was a whizz at phones and computers and was always reprogramming his own phone 'to make it work better' he claimed, so she supposed that she shouldn't be surprised at him being able to make her phone do things it wasn't intended to do.

"I am off to the pub now. I'll take your car and start the vibrator when I get there."

"Oh, by the way," he continued, "Ken, from over the road, said he might pop over to borrow the power-plane. You know where it is, don't you?"

"John!" She shouted, now starting to panic, "Don't you dare!" but she realised that he was gone as she heard the back door open and then close.

She strained her ears to detect the faint sound of the key in the lock, but desperate as she was to hear that he had locked it, she failed to hear anything.

She thought back to how she had got herself in to this situation and knew full well that it was of her own making. They had been married just over a year when during a particularly frantic session of lovemaking she had let slip that she quite fancied being tied up. The flood gates opened! It was as if that was all John had been waiting to hear. He started off with gentle bondage on the bed and if the walls of their house had not been brick, she was sure that half the village would have heard the noises she made as she came. She couldn't remember having such a violent orgasm. From there John put his not inconsiderable engineering skills to work and constructed all sorts of pieces of equipment designed to hold her helpless while he teased and titillated her body to higher and higher planes of ecstasy, but those were another story or five. Two years on and he was still finding new ways of varying their sex life. The predicament that she was in now had come about, she was sure, because of a casual conversation with two of their friends and the subject of sex with strangers had come up. There had been an article in the news about couples who went to certain spots to have sex, while strangers, who also knew these places, watched. She thought that they had said it was called dogging. The article mentioned that sometimes the strangers were encouraged to join in.

John and her had already discovered the delights of 'Al fresco' sex, with the

chance of being caught, and after this conversation, when they were alone, she admitted that the thought of sex with a stranger had once crossed her mind, but never seriously enough to try or suggest trying it. "Besides," she told him, "I am happy with our present 'arrangements'". John had obviously taken this thought a stage further and now she was fastened to one of his creations in a very precarious position. As she thought about it she realised that she was becoming wet again. What was even more frustrating was that she couldn't reach herself to relieve the itch developing between her thighs. She was fairly sure that he had locked the door and that all this was a teasing prelude to another boisterous love-making session when he returned.

She was unexpectedly brought back to earth as the vibrator kicked into life. She was already aroused from the thoughts that she had been having and now the vibrations elevated her state of arousal very quickly. She could hear herself moaning with pleasure, as if she was a bystander. She gave a sigh of relief/frustration as the vibrations abruptly stopped, only to start on a different pattern of teasing.

As the vibrations died away for the third time her dilemma again hit home. 'What if he hadn't locked the door and Ken came over?'

Ken and his wife Samantha were not just neighbours, but fairly close friends. Both they, and John and her, would often pop into each other's houses. They, usually, but not always, gave a peremptory knock on the door, opened it and called out. Which was why she was somewhat worried by John's parting comment. "Ken from over the road said he might pop over to borrow the power-plane. You know where it is, don't you?"

Obviously she was in no fit state to get the planer he wanted, as John well knew, Equally John knew that it would play on her mind, as he intended, If he had locked the door, it would be no problem, but had he? Was this the set up that he intended, where Ken found her bound and helpless or was it just a lead up to him pretending he was Ken? The first scenario she found frightening, but very erotic. The second scenario would still be exciting, and erotic, because she knew that John would go to great lengths, as he always did in their role playing, to disguise the fact that it was him and not Ken.

If the door was not locked, and if Ken came in, what would be his reaction? Would he apologise and release her, or just leave without saying anything, because she had at times briefly discussed with Samantha their sexual adventures and she was sure that Samantha would have told Ken of their conversation. Maybe, he would not want to get involved in their private escapades. The third scenario would be that he would take advantage of her - her vagina constricted at the thought - filling her, (against her will? She wasn't sure.) with his apparently, according to Samantha's inferences, large penis. She wasn't bothered about pregnancy, as she was on the pill and she was sure that there was no possibility of any sort of danger from sexually transmitted diseases. After all it was unlikely that a couple, such as Samantha and Ken, in a steady marital relationship would suffer from such problems. No, her fear was that she might enjoy the sexual interlude too much.

Still, in her present position, it was unlikely that whatever happened, and she was positive that something would happen, but would she ever know who had taken advantage of her.

The vibrator kicked in as her phone rang.

"How are you enjoying your time alone?" It was John; she could hear people talking in the background. "I am in the pub and just thought that I would ring to see if you are alright."

"I am just where you left me, as you well know," she spat at the phone, which was obviously somewhere close to her face. "I hope you were joking about Ken. And whatever, I hope that you locked the back door. Oh yes, I also hope that you closed the sitting room curtains."

She had suddenly grasped that she must be in the sitting room. She hadn't gone upstairs and the distance he had made her walk would probably have put her in the middle of the sitting room floor. The sitting room had large picture windows to the front of the house and anybody walking to their front door could look in and therefore see her.

"To set your mind at rest," he said ingratiatingly, "let me answer those questions in order. First of all Ken did say he might be over. Secondly, no, I didn't lock the door and finally, no, I didn't close the sitting room curtains. Does that settle your worries?"

"No! It doesn't! As you well know. I hope you're kidding me."

"Now would I do that?" he asked, in a mocking tone of voice.

"Yes, you probably would, and I hope that you're telling lies."

"How is the vibrator performing?" he went on. "Just in case you're wondering, I

Fully charged battery before I started, so it should be good for an hour or two."

The mention of the vibrator reminded her, as if she needed reminding, that her g-spot was being tormented almost beyond her limits of tolerance. She struggled to hold down her feelings of arousal, but groaned quietly at its torment. It was enough for him to hear.

"I see that it is doing its job nicely," he remarked facetiously.

She felt her resolve weakening under its influence. He stopped talking, presumably to listen as she was swept towards a shuddering orgasm.

"Please, shut it off," she pleaded as the vibrations became almost painful in the aftermath of her climax.

"No, I don't think so. I like the thought of you being pushed into multiple orgasms."

Almost immediately she felt the build up to her next orgasm, which promised to be even more tumultuous than the first. Her whimpers changed quickly to growls as the vibrations changed from inside her to her clitoris. She was almost lost to all external stimuli, however through the fog surrounding her mind came a sound that shocked her to her core.

Two sharp knocks on the back door.

The sounds drove everything else from her mind, even the vibrator seemed to pale into insignificance. 'Who was it?' Very few people came to the back door except Ken, Sue or their relatives. For a second she hoped that it wasn't family. "What would they think if they found her like this?' But then common sense prevailed, at least there wouldn't be a chance of her being raped. She held her breath.

Two more knocks sounded, followed by the rattle of the door handle being pushed down and the slight squeak of the hinge as the door was opened. Illogically the thought crossed her mind that she had asked John to oil that hinge on numerous occasions.

"HELLO!"

Her heart seemed to stop as the sound of a male voice came clearly to her ears. She instantly recognised Ken's voice. If he took five paces into the kitchen he would be able to see her. In the open-plan house only the wall containing the oil boiler hid her from his view.

She had literally stopped breathing. Maybe he would just turn round and leave if no one answered.

"HELLO! ANYONE HOME?" Ken again called out.

'Please God, just let him leave,' she silently prayed, her ears straining to hear whether he was walking further into the house or turning and leaving. She heard footsteps, but which way?

"OH, hello! What do we have here?"

Helen mentally cowered as she realised that he had turned the corner and could see her.

A strangled moan came from her throat.

She imagined the sight that had greeted him.

Her naked bottom and labia clearly visible front and centre, with a bright pink vibrator between her lips. She knew that her breasts were hanging unfettered beneath her chest, but did not know whether they were visible. Knowing John, she guessed that they were. 'John,' she suddenly thought. 'What about John?' No sound had come from the phone since the knock on the door.

"John!" she whispered urgently. "Ken's here!" No sound came from the phone.

Helen squeaked as a warm hand touched her bare bottom. Then she felt lips caressing her back as her uncovered breasts were both cupped. Out of the blue the vibrations inveigled themselves back into her consciousness. Under the circumstances she had all but forgotten the vibrator, but now the warm soft hands caressing her breasts added to the distraction of the vibrator and again she softly moaned. One hand left her breast and slid slowly along her exposed lower back and once more stroked her buttocks, following their curve round to glide down and over her buttocks. The hand then stopped abruptly as his fingers became aware of the vibrations and then continued on to discover the source.

The vibrator was pulled from between her lips. Helen involuntarily heaved a sigh of relief before squealing Ken, for she was now resigned to it being him, slipped first one finger and then a second into the crack between her well lubricated lips. The fingers parted, spreading her and a third finger insinuated itself into her vagina, before withdrawing and gently stroking her engorged clitoris. That was all it took to cause her to reach another climax. Even while she was cumming she felt her lips being firstly spread by what was obviously his penis and then as he continued to push into her vagina the feeling of being spread changed to a feeling of being stretched.