Life has been good. We have raised our three children, all now gone. Each graduated from college, each with a start on their career jobs. I had helped each get a start on a home of their own, either a single family home or townhome to fit their tastes.
That left me and the wife alone most of the time. Married 31-years, we are still happy. Older, our bodies showed it. Graying hair, paunchy middles, we were the prototypical middle aged couple. Our lives had slowed. A big house, empty, I looked forward to having the kids home for the holidays. Laughter, conversations, hugs. All I had taken for granted now were longed for. I missed our closeness.
After the youngest daughter left for college, I threw myself even deeper into my job. General manager, local television station, I was behind the cameras in the office. We were the top rated station in the community. Life passed, day after day of new stories, world conflicts, and local interest stories. Life, normal life continued.
With the retirement of our beloved weatherman, we searched and found a new young buck Nick from the northwest territory of the US. Bringing him down to our community was easy. Offering big bucks, a Colorado life style, and the morning show weather position, he came without hesitation.
Nick was one of those guys that had the world by the tail. Tall, athletic, handsome, he had his pick of ladies I am sure. He definitely was egotistical, but he could give the forecast and chew gum at the same time. A pretty face, great camera persona, and best of all, he was bright. Once past the ego, he was rather a normal guy. His wife, Sondra, was god's gift to mankind. Absolutely beautiful, she stunned all who met her. Tall, lithe, athletic, and angelic beauty, she sucked life from all in a room. She lit up any gathering. Demur, she was terrific support for Nick. I often tried to imagine what it would be like to ride her hard and put her up wet. What a fantasy.
I would soon be 55. I really did not dread it, I had never really focused on it. But I noticed a change in our sex life after my wife's 52nd birthday. Her desire for sex diminished quickly. Twice, maybe three times per month left me with constant thoughts about sex. I often got woodies just sitting in my office. It might be my assistant's body that would flash before my eyes. Or I would think of Sondra. She gave great virtual sex! I could stroke, close my eyes, and have her beg for my 9 ½ inches. She loved it! And Nick did not care. Of course, this was only in my little sex world I had created.
Then it happened. My little sex world would become a little more real. Over a weekend, I had to come into the office to complete some paperwork. Being a morning person, I actually arrived at the station at 5:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I had not expected anyone to be there at that time. Entering the building, I noticed Nick's car was parked to the side of the building. The weather department is down to the back of the building. I started off down the hall toward that department. As I approached, I could hear load, muffled voices. I slowed my approach. I was not sure what to expect. I approached the door.
"Sit down! Now bitch!" rocked my senses.
I reached for the door knob. Turning it slowly, I pushed the door open very slowly. The room was brightly lit, but I could not see anybody in my line of sight. I pushed the door open several more inches. I leaned forward, trying to peek around the edge of the door. The next thing I knew, I was picking myself up off the floor, assisted by Sondra and Nick. My head was throbbing. My vision blurred. Dragging me, they pulled me into the room, across the floor, and placed me on a chair against the wall.
"Shhh," whispered Sondra. "Hush," she repeated. I glanced around the room. Someone, I could almost see them behind Nick. I was bleeding. Blood dripped down my cheek, landing on my sweat pants leg. Sondra handed me a small hand towel. "Press that against your head. Hold it firmly," she stated. She was wearing a robe and sandals. I glanced to Nick. He also was wearing a robe. And slippers!
"Glad to have you join us, Mr. Manager," the voice said. I glanced up, finding the source of the voice. A man, a large man; no, a very large man was standing several feet in front of me. I am 6'6" tall, nearly 280 lbs, and he was large even by my standards. I could see him clearly, well clearly for a fuzzy view. My head throbbed. "You're just in time to join our party," he was saying.
"Nick, what's going on?" I inquired, glancing in his direction.
"Shut the fuck up!" commanded the large man. I glanced back quickly to him as he stepped toward me. Grabbing me by the hair, he lifted my face upwards, directly in front of his face. "I talk, you listen! Clear on that?" he shouted. He rested a barrel of a gun against the side of my nose. I could smell the metal. Thrusting his hand to the side, he threw me off the chair onto the floor. "Get your ass back in the chair!" he growled. Sondra reached to assist me as I climbed back into the chair.
The big man stepped behind Nick's chair. Reaching out, he grabbed Nick's ear. He pulled it hard. "Squeal," he commanded. Nick jerked forward. The big man popped him hard on the back of the head with the barrel of the gun. Nick slumped forward. "Fuck!" screamed the big man. "God damn! God damn!" growled the big man. Sondra gasped, and jumped forward to assist Nick. He backhanded Sondra hard.
"Sit down bitch," he growled. "Let pretty boy get himself up," he continued. "Get up you candy ass faggot," shouted the big man. Nick pulled himself back into the chair. The big man reached into a backpack on the floor. He pulled a long rope out of the pack. Moving quickly, he tied Nick tightly in the chair. Placing a chair directly in front of Nick, he sat down. Silently, he watched us closely.
"Ms. Morris. I'm Jillian. I'm Nick's boyfriend from college!" he stated. "I bet he never told you that," he continued.
"Liar," Sondra hissed! "You fucking liar," she repeated. Jillian leaped up from his chair, drew his hand back to hit her.
"Stop!" shouted Nick. Jillian hesitated, turned to Nick. "Please, don't hurt them," pleaded Nick.
"You two, strip!" commanded Jillian. We sat, not moving a muscle. He turned slowly, menacingly toward us. "What don't you understand? Now!" again he commanded. He reached the gun out, placing the barrel against Nick's forehead. "One! Two!"
We both reacted quickly, started stripping our clothes off our bodies. I could not help myself from looking at Sondra. Sondra stood, opened her robe, pulled it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. Dressed in a light blue teddy, she looked heavenly. I pulled off my nikes, socks, and stood to pull off the sweat pants and sweat shirt I was wearing, leaving me in a t-shirt and briefs.
He pulled the hammer back on the pistol. I quickly removed the t-shirt, reaching to grab the waist band of my briefs. I glanced at Sondra. She pulled the teddy over her head, exposing her breasts. Nothing left but a thong on her body. Her tits stood proud, her nipples pointing upwards, nipples hardened because of the cool air. Normally, at this point, my cock would chub, and begin new life. But with Jillian holding a gun, my cock did not move. I bent to strip my briefs from my body. Sondra followed suit. Standing, I moved by Sondra, our bodies inches apart. Both now totally naked. Her hands moved to hide her charms, one hand dropped to her crotch, the other crossed her tits, covering both nipples with her hand and forearm.
"See Nick, they look good together!" growled the big man. "What do you see in her Nicky?" he continued. "I always made you happy," he rambled on. Turning quickly, he pointed the gun directly at Sondra. "Suck him!" Jillian commanded. Now my cock chubbed.
Sondra dropped to her knees in front of me. She quickly reached out, took my flaccid cock in her soft hands, raised the head to her pouting lips. Her tongue snaked out, licking over the head, forcing her tongue gently into the slit. Inhaling, she pushed forward. She engulfed all of my cock. It instantly began growing. As she pumped up and down on my cock, my knees buckled slightly. I reached to her shoulders, pulling her forward, driving myself deeper into her mouth. She looked deep into my eyes. "Sondra," I whispered. I thrust my hips forward, my cock gaining life, becoming rigid in her mouth and throat. She groaned loudly.