Sara and Mike lived in a very remote part of the area, out in the middle of no where to be exact. He worked as an insurance salesman and she was a graveyard nurse at the local hospital. About five months ago a single guy named Bill moved into the ranch style house just down the road. It was the only house with in a good half a mile distance. Sara had taken over a welcoming basket, and welcomed him to the newest neighborhood. This whole area was under construction, new homes were being built and sold weekly. It was only a matter of time before this place became a suburb.
From then on they had a nice friendly relationship with the single male. He had never been married and was just reaching his thirty-fifth birthday. Just a little over a year older than Sara, and two years younger than Mike. They were very close in age and liked a lot of the same things. He was even brave enough to come to Sara's son's birthday last month. For a guy who had never been around many children, he did pretty damned good entertaining while Sara dished up cake and ice cream.
Mild flirting was in Sara's and Mike's nature, they didn't think anything about it, but Bill was very surprised by their blunt behaviors at times. It amused him once he got used to it, but time and time again his eyes were drawn to Mike's wife. She was a petite lady, thin in spite of the two boys, and stacked nicely. She had a heart shaped ass that begged to be bitten and breasts that begged to be fucked.
Bill had a hard time keeping his eyes from her whenever he was around, Mike teased him on one occasion for staring at his wife. Bill mumbled something about just off in outer space to cover it up. They had picnics together, lunches, dinners, even went to the lake several times together. Mike and Bill became closer than brothers and inevitably Mike started sharing tid bits about his wife. Mike would joke and tease about his wife being a nympho and unsatisfiable all the time. And how he could never keep up with her. Bill would just wonder, but kept his silence. He was not one to ask a bunch of questions, and from the red in Sara's face he knew it was embarrassing for her.
This is when it started, all of Bill's thoughts, and reading more and more into Sara's actions and flirtations. What she seen as harmless and fun was getting to him more and more. He began to fantasize about Sara and taking her while Mike was bound and forced to watch. Then it dwindled down to just him and Sara, no one else around so he could take his time savoring her in every way.
A week passed before he had a day off in the middle of the week. Sara was currently off for the next two weeks and Mike was working as usual. He had come over to talk to Sara about borrowing their hedge trimmers when he over heard a conversation in the house. Standing before the screen door, he eavesdropped.
"I think we need to work on our relationship a little Mike and explore some things." She was silent while she waited for Mike's response.
"But we don't do anything any more that is exciting. Yes I know. I can't help that, take some time off. It isn't a lot to ask!" She paced in the kitchen he could see her frustrated look.
"All I want is a little fun in our sex life, if that's what you can call this." Her biting remark to whatever Mike had said.
"Alright, fine. Forget it, I'm going to go shower." She hung up a moment later and Bill hurried to knock on the screen.
"Hello?" He called tentatively, unsure if she would blow a gasket at visitors right now.
"Hi Bill, come on in." She was unaware he had heard the whole conversation.
"I came by to see if I could borrow the hedgers?"
"Sure go for it." She mumbled, lost in thought.
"Alright, thanks." He paused at the door, "Anything I can do to help? You look a little, I don't know, upset?"
"It's alright Bill, I just need a new sex toy." She chuckled and sighed heavily.
He said nothing, mildly curious what she meant by that, but too reserved just now to ask.
"Well, I'll see you later perhaps."
"Take care Bill." She shut the door behind him and took her shower.
That was just the other night, and tonight Mike had taken Sara out to eat somewhere, trying to make up for his rude behavior. This gave Bill an idea, a positively wicked idea. He walked up the road and knocked on the door. He knew the babysitter was a young girl, and would have to be leaving soon. So he would just go up and offer his services with the two boys so she could head home.
There were no arguments over that, the babysitter had to be to school early for finals. Thanking Bill, she left for home. Bill put the boys to bed and cleaned up a little, glancing at the clock. Mike and Sara would be gone a little longer, giving him a chance to explore the house a little. See what was where and so on. He inspected the main floor and the rooms upstairs. Inspected the basement and their master bedroom. All was perfect, not even a handgun in the house.
What he was thinking, he wasn't exactly sure just yet, but he had many ideas all revolving around Sara and fucking her senseless. He went in to use the bathroom, and in his search for a hand towel to dry off his hands, he found Sara's journal. He knew he shouldn't read it, but he just couldn't help himself. Opening the book he went to the last entry and read.
A smile formed on his perfect mouth as he read her most private thoughts. The things she wanted stunned him, the fantasies alone made his cock hard. Setting the book back where he found it, he went back down stairs to wait. The hour it took for Mike and Sara to get home, he had a perfect plan formed inside his mind. He knew Mike's weakness for sporting events, and knew just how to get rid of Mike for the weekend. The playoffs were happening right now and Bill knew just how to get some tickets.
Friday night, Mike and the boys packed up some over night stuff and called Bill to thank him once again for the tickets. Mike asked him to please keep an eye out on his house and more importantly his wife. Mike didn't like the thought of her home alone for the next twenty-four hours, but Bill assured him he was close if anything should happen.
Hanging up the phone, he got ready. Sara was at work until midnight tonight, she would come home to a very interesting surprise. He showered and changed, gathering everything up he needed. Walking up the hill once the sun was set, he entered via the secret hidden key and made himself at home.
Sara had a very lousy night at work, everything that could go wrong went wrong. So wrong in fact she wanted to quit and never return. Knowing that wasn't an option, she was grateful when she finally pulled up into her driveway. Climbing out, she paused next to the car and looked up at the very dark house. She knew Mike and the boys were gone for the night, but why didn't they leave on any lights? Cursing under her breath, she glanced down at Bill's house and seen only one light on inside. He must be in bed asleep by now, which meant she had to go in there and figure out why the house was so dark.
Walking inside, she set down her house keys and let down her hair. Stubbing her toe on the end table made her swear out loud, "Fuck!" Mumbling as she felt around and finally found the switch. Nothing happened as she flicked it up and down a few times.
"Just fucking great! God damned Power Company!" She knew her bill was paid, so this had to be an outage or a fuse. She bumped her way into the kitchen and hunted for the flashlight. Finally gripping it's round handle, she clicked it on.
Aiming for the basement door, she walked over and opened it up. Glancing down the stairs, she gulped down the fear of going down there alone and started to descend. Step by step until she was safely on the concrete floor. She flashed the light around, making sure she was alone before heading over to the box. Yanking it open in her frustration she smashed her finger and swore again. This was just not her night! Nothing was going her way, and all she wanted to do was take a fucking bath!
Checking all the fuses, she realized none were blown. It was a power outage. No, it couldn't be? Bill's house was lit up, he was on the same street she was. So what was going on? She headed upstairs to look at the pole outside her home. See if perhaps that's where the problem was.
Coming up the stairs, the light began to dim in the flashlight. Shaking it, she cursed again. Her temper was climbing higher and higher with every little thing that was going on tonight. Setting down the now dead flashlight on the end table, she sat down to call the emergency number. Picking up her cordless, she put it to her ear and waited for the dial tone. She let out a long sigh when she realized something. Cordless phones needed power to work. Slamming down the phone on the receiver, she sat a moment rubbing her temples. She could feel a head ache coming on and fast. Rising from her chair, she would need some candles, she bumped into a solid form.
Fear hit her first, then she tensed up. Her eyes rising, she could make out a dark tall form in a ski mask standing over her. She backed up a step shaking her head, "No, no this can't be happening!" He nodded and said nothing. She turned at the same time she screamed bloody murder, lunging for the door. Her heart pounding in her ears and throat, she franticly tried to open the door. Strong arms came around her and lifted her off of the floor.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Let go!" She screamed out again, fighting against him. Her small fists pummeling against his arm that held her in a vise like grip. She screamed again and again, crying out for someone to help her. Unsure if Bill could hear her this far away or not, she screamed again. Hoping beyond words he could hear something. A lamp by the door was kicked over by her flailing feet and he grunted with the effort to hold such a small woman. She had spirit, he would give her that.
Whimpering and crying, he gave her a viscous shake, "Be still! You don't want me to hurt you do you?" He sounded so calm and sure of himself, it made her break out crying and cursing again. He squeezed her a moment, cutting off her air, hoping this would calm her some what. It didn't it just made her gasp for air and cry out again, only this time it sounded like a grunt.
She felt so afraid her hands were cold, as were her feet. Her heart thumped in her chest, she was worried that for once in her life she might actually pass out.
"Please, take what ever you w-want! J-just let me go." She pleaded in a defeated voice.
"Whatever I want?" came his curious reply.
"Yes, whatever you want, just let me live. I have children to take care of, please!"
"Will you stop fighting me?"
"Y-yes!" She swore vehemently
He smirked at this promise, if she only knew what he wanted.
