Joseph Landers laid down his pair of silver binoculars as he felt the sudden mist of rage and confusion pervading his thoughts. After months of suspicions and ill-slept nights wondering if his wife was having an affair, the truth had finally been revealed and it was dumbfounding.
Megan was indeed walking down the aisles of infidelity with a smile on her face but her partner in crime was of a very special kind. Joseph expected to see a pseudo-macho man, probably a Latino with a greasy tan and a pony-tail, a guy that looked tough on the outside although could easily be knocked out with a pair of upper jabs. Instead, he saw a rather gorgeous five foot eight Scandinavian blonde who had no problem whatsoever in revealing her lesbian lust and passion as her purple-painted lips avidly devoured her wife's breasts.
"What the...?" he muttered, suddenly choking before he could finish the sentence. The idea of betrayal was bad enough on its own but the realization that the culprit was another woman was a far more devastating blow to his manliness. As he opened the glove compartment of his precious BMW, he found the dark angel of revenge waiting for him in the form of a 9 millimeter with a silencer attached to it and decided to take action.
If you think he was planning to kill them, rest assured that his anger wasn't strong enough to induce such a stupid behavior. A double homicide would only get him a life sentence in a shady prison and he loved his freedom way more than he loved his wife. No, the idea was just to scare them and then be on his way.
He approached the bedroom window holding the gun firmly in his right hand, looked one last time at the repulsive show that was taking place and... out of the blue, a black cat jumped his way, determined to thwart his plans. In a single heartbeat, he lost both his focus and balance, falling helplessly into a group of trash cans. He hit his head on the ground and passed out instantly, without ever having the opportunity to take the shot.
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He woke up inside the bedroom where his wife and her lover had been expressing their passion, tied to a chair like some sort of criminal. Both women sat in bed, wearing sexy satin black negligees and looking sultrily at each other. Megan held his gun in one hand and, as she looked at him, one could see she was everything but pleased.
"Hello, Joseph," she said, her voice cold as ice. "Glad to see you've regained your consciousness. It seems we have a lot to talk about!"
"You're right about that, Meg. Where should we start...? I know, why don't you introduce me to your lesbian companion and then explain to me why I've been tied to this chair!" He responded, bitterly.
"My companion's name is Ingrid. She's from Finland and we're not lesbians... We both like men—she's married to a software engineer...—but we feel equally comfortable with women. It's called bisexuality. Ever heard of it, Joseph, or is your mind as thick as a concrete wall?"
"You can stop with the professorial attitude, Meg! I'm not one of your students! So you're bisexual?!! I wish you had told me that before we got married!"
"I didn't know it back then. It was only after our honeymoon that I started realizing I enjoyed exploring sexual alternatives. I suppose I could have told you, but you're so stiff and uptight that you would never understand my needs."
"Whatever..." Joseph said, disdainfully. "You still haven't told me why I'm tied to this chair!"
"Tying you up was my idea," Ingrid declared. Her voice was as warm and voluptuous as her body and her English was perfect, completely accent-free. "You made quite a ruckus outside when you fell over those cans. We came out to see what was going on and guess what was the first thing we saw? A loaded gun on the ground! The way I see it, a man who carries around such an instrument of death is a dangerous one. It's nothing personal, really, but we had to consider our safety."
"You thought I was going to kill you?"
"You weren't?" She asked, in a taunting way.
"Please... I'm no killer, that's for sure! I can't believe you agreed to this, Meg! Hell, but I can't believe you actually enjoy kissing other women either! I guess I don't know you anymore..."
"You never did," she replied, a hint of pity and sorrow in her voice.
"Well, if you want to keep on cuddling with this European bitch, be my guest! Just untie me and I'll be on my way. You may even keep the gun!"
"I'm afraid we can't do that just yet..." It was Ingrid talking again, this time hissing like a snake. She got out of bed parading her naked long legs in front of him to see how he responded. "Despite the fact that you're clearly dangerous, you seem like a fine specimen of a man... How would you like to fool around with the two of us?"
"You've got to be kidding!" Joseph exclaimed, raising both eyebrows in disbelief.
"What's the matter?" She asked as continued to tantalize him with a series of sexy hip movements. "You're not aroused by the idea of a threesome?"
"Of course he isn't!" Megan retorted. "He's a religious freak, my love! Everything related to sexual fantasies is a taboo to him."
"Really?! Absolutely everything?! Then I guess he's not interested in my other proposition then."
Joseph's attention fell upon the blonde vixen.
"And what would that proposition be?"
Ingrid stopped moving her hips and ass and sat in his lap, locking her beautiful blue eyes in his, a strange smile twisting her otherwise angelical face.
"I was thinking we could play some domination games. Your wife and I would be the Mistresses and you would grovel at our feet like a good sex slave for the rest of the night! How about it? Shall I release you from your confinement so you can start worshipping us?"
"Why don't you worship this, you crazy bitch?" Joseph growled before spitting in her face. Immediately, Ingrid's hands responded to the offense with a powerful pair of slaps that left his cheeks burning.
