Brenda was a devoted wife. She spent hours in the kitchen, preparing delicious meals for her husband, Mark. Every evening, she would greet him with a warm smile and a home-cooked dinner on the table.
Despite her efforts, Mark often came home late from work, barely acknowledging Brenda as he rushed to his home office. Brenda's heart ached with loneliness, but she buried her feelings deep within, determined to be the best wife she could be.
To her, Mark was just a hard working man. If he sometimes ignored her, or got upset with her, well, that was probably just the stress of his job. It wasn't in her personality to confront him about any of it.
Her sister, Sophie, had always been the outspoken one in the family. She couldn't understand why Brenda put up with Mark's behavior.
It wasn't just the way Mark treated Brenda, it was the way he seemed to view every woman, even Sophie. The fact that she was his wife's sister seemed to have no effect on him. More than once she caught him checking out Sophie when he thought no one was looking. It made her skin crawl, knowing that he could be so disrespectful right in front of Brenda. Her sister deserved better.
Sophie tried to talk to Brenda about it a few times, but Brenda always waved it off, saying Sophie was just exaggerating.
Sophie knew her sister would never believe her. And even if she did, she was unlikely to ever stand up to her husband.
No, if things were going to change in her sister's marriage, Sophie was going to have to help. After a few weeks of preparing, her plan was ready.
One afternoon, Sophie called her sister, asking if Brenda would be able to run an errand for her.
"Of course, Sophie. What do you need me to do?" Brenda asked, eager to assist her sister.
Sophie explained that she needed some important documents picked up from the lawyer's office across town before it closed for the day. Brenda nodded, taking note of the address and promising to grab them so Sophie could retrieve them from Brenda later that night.
As Brenda made her way to the lawyer's office, Sophie seized the opportunity to make her way to Brenda's house. She grabbed the bag she had packed with everything she would need for her idea, and headed over to her sister's house, knowing Mark was home alone.
When she arrived, she knocked on the door. Mark opened it, his eyes wandering all over his sister-in-law. She was a little shorter than her sister, very athletic, with a slim body. Easy on the eyes, Mark always thought to himself.
"Sophie, what a surprise." Mark said, smiling. "Brenda's not here at the moment."
"Oh that's ok." Sophie said, making herself smile at him in spite of the disgust she felt towards him. "I actually came to see you."
Mark's smile widened. "Me?" Mark raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Sophie's sudden interest in him. He gestured for her to come inside, his mind already beginning to wander with possibilities of why she was there.
As he followed her in, he looked down, staring at her ass, admiring the view.
As they settled in the living room, Mark poured them each a glass of wine, trying to maintain an air of casual charm. But Sophie saw right through it. She could sense the arrogance oozing off him, the entitlement that made him think he could flirt with any woman who crossed his path. So far the plan was working flawlessly.
"So, what brings you here today, Sophie?" Mark asked, his tone slightly flirtatious.
"You." She said, forcing herself to match his flirting tone. She smiled to herself as the arrogant bastard got a cocky gleam in his eye.
Mark leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne overwhelming Sophie's senses. She fought the urge to cringe as he reached out to touch her hand, his intentions unmistakable.
Sophie held her breath, playing along with the charade. "Brenda's very lucky, you know. I envy her. To have such a successful man to care and provide for her."
Mark's ego swelled at the praise, and he moved even closer to Sophie.
Sophie stopped him. "I'm sorry Mark. We can't. She's my sister after all."
Mark's eyes glinted with mischievous interest. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her." He smiled.
Sophie felt a rush of anger and disgust, but she maintained her composure.
"Mark...I couldn't do that to her." Sophie continued, trying to find the perfect balance of resistance and allure.
Mark wasn't about to be turned away so easily. He had fantasized about his wife's sister for years, and now here she was, in his house, alone, with him.
He leaned in closer, his thumb gently brushing against the sensitive skin on the back of her hand.
"I don't know. I think it's kind of hot...fucking my wife's sister. In our bed."
Sophie felt a shiver run down her spine. "Is that what you want to do, Mark?"
Mark's smile widened. "I've wanted to do it for years." and he leaned in closer.
As he did, Sophie's face changed, turning cold. She reached down, pulling her phone from her pocket. She pressed it, and Mark froze, as he heard the conversation replayed back to him.
"You recorded me? What the hell is this?" he said angrily, sitting up, staring at his sister in law.
Sophie grabbed her phone and turned it off, then slowly got up, her face showing a confident satisfaction.
"What the hell do you want?" he asked, trying to regain some semblance of control.
"I want you to stand up and get undressed." Sophie said firmly.
Mark stared at Sophie, his eyes wide with confusion and anger. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Sophie took a deep breath and folded her arms, meeting his gaze with a steely determination. "I want you to stand up and take off your clothes. Now."
Mark glared at Sophie. He wasn't used to not being in control. He hated the feeling. His eyes flicked to the phone in her hand, considering.
"Fine." he said, quietly as he reached down, stripping.
Sophie watched him closely as he stripped. She could see why Brenda put up with his shit--he was still in great shape, with surprisingly defined muscles for his age. But that didn't excuse the way he treated her, the way he acted.
"Now, bend over the kitchen table, facing the door."
Mark glared at her as he compiled, bending over the table. Sophie dug around in her bag. She pulled out two pairs of handcuffs.
"Oh no fuckin way." he shouted, starting to stand. Sophie simply held up the phone in response.
Mark froze, cursing. He bent back down. Sophie stepped forward, handcuffing each hand to a different leg of the table. It would now be impossible for Mark to stand.
Sophie picked up the phone, dialing Brenda's number as she smiled at Mark.
"Hey Soph, what's up?" her sister's voice came over the phone.
"I just wanted to see how close you were to being home?" Sophie said, winking at Mark, cursing at her from his position.
"I'm only a minute or so away. About to pull in the driveway, actually."
"Perfect." Sophie replied. "I've got something to chat with you about when you get here."
She had Mark exactly where she wanted him. He was stuck, naked and vulnerable, with no way of stopping what was about to happen. And he had no idea the humiliation that was coming his way.
They heard the sound of Brenda's car pulling into the driveway and Mark became frantic. "Ok. Shit that's enough. Uncuff me you bitch!"
"Tsk tsk. So angry." She said, taunting him. "This is good. I think we're all going to learn some very important things about each other this evening."
Just then, Brenda walked through the front door, her eyes widening as she saw her husband, naked, handcuffed to the table, facing her.
"What's going on?" Brenda asked, her voice full of confusion and shock.
Sophie walked over to her sister, holding the phone up for her to hear. "I tried to tell you sis."
Brenda listened in shock as she heard Mark's voice on the recording, full of lust and entitlement, talking about how he wanted to fuck her sister. Her face twisted with disgust and betrayal as she listened.
Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "You were right..." she said to Sophie. "All this time..you were right."
"Honey..." Mark pleaded, but the anger in his wife's voice cut him off.
"You do not get to call me honey, you fucking pig! My sister?! Jesus!" Brenda's hand flew to her head, trying to process the emotions swirling inside of her.
Sophie felt bad for her sister, for the shock she was experiencing. But she knew it was necessary. But it wasn't enough to know the truth. Mark had to understand there was a price for what he had done.
Sophie reached down, grabbing the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Then she reached down, removing her pants.
Brenda, still reeling, stopped at the sight of her sister stripping in front of her. "What the hell are you doing?" she said.
Sophie shrugged. "Your pig of a husband wants us both. I figured we should give him what he wants."
Brenda looked at her, in disbelief. "What?"
Mark looked up, just as surprised, maybe even a bit greedy.
But there was an evil gleam in Sophie's eyes that quickly drowned out any hope he had briefly felt.
Sophie was completely naked now, her toned body on display. In spite of his position, his wife right there, Mark couldn't help but stare. Brenda noticed. "Seriously, Mark?!" she yelled out, in complete disbelief that with her right here, even in the state he was in, he couldn't resist eyeing up her own sister. Her anger boiled.
