Brie Gets Robbed

I came to my senses naked, tied to a chair in my office. I remembered pouring myself a whiskey after work, taking a sip as I walked to the living room, sitting down... then I woke up. It didn't take long to recognize my office, but my safe was open (and I never left it open), and my laptop was open. My laptop was open to my security system, and I could see our bedroom. The only other valuables were in my wife's vanity, and sure enough, a little movement appeared at the bottom of the video screen.

The robber must have knocked me out as I was sitting in my living room chair, before my wife got home. I tested my hands, and felt absolutely no give. Fuck, looked like I was here until Brie got home. Or... the movement at the screen caught my eye again. Looked like Brie was home. I had assumed it was the burglar the first time I saw the flicker of movement, but Brie's brown hair with blond highlights popped into the frame instead. Fuck, I guess I was out longer than I thought. Let's see... I got home a bit after five, and must've been knocked out about 5:20. Brie didn't get off till after 6, so... two hours maybe? At least one? I guess that's a good thing. At least Brie won't surprise the robber. That could get ugly. (Or maybe I just watch too many crime shows.)

I yelled out for my wife, but knew pretty well that there wasn't a chance she'd hear me. Our bedroom was across the house and upstairs, and the whole point of the study was to be as soundproof as reasonably possible. I stretched my legs and realized that although my chest and thighs were tied, if things REALLY got serious, maybe I could hop over to the door or something; the burglar had at least left my lower legs free.

Well, time to settle in I guess. Brie would make her way to this side of the house eventually, especially if it hit about 9 and I hadn't checked in. I focused on the screen instead, and saw Brie following her normal after-work routine. She took her hair down, slipped her hands behind her back and unsnapped her bra, and threw it towards the hamper. Today she had worn a silk blouse to work, showing quite a bit of cleavage (hey, if you got it flaunt it) and a tight pencil skirt. Looks like stockings too, although I hadn't noticed this morning. She walked towards the vanity and looked in the mirror for a while. She liked to pose just a bit, and I saw her taking in her ample chest, nice curvy ass, and skinny stomach. She ran every morning, and her body was perfect, in my opinion. Her tits were ridiculously perky for how full they were, and her butt showed that she used those muscles often enough. She always complained that her tits were starting to drop and her butt was too big, but every mid-30s woman is blind to themselves. The camera was aimed at the center of the room, and I got a treat as Brie slipped her top off.

I drank in the beautiful view and my cock started to swell, which was a bit uncomfortable tied up like this. I'm sure it looked ridiculous, but looking at my wife's beautiful breasts and little pink nipples, I had no choice. She started holding her breasts a few different ways, pushing them together and pouting at herself, and I started to think this wasn't too bad until I saw another flicker of movement at the bottom of the screen.

OH FUCK. He was still there. He was still fucking there. Dammit. And I couldn't do anything! I strained my arms, and the ties didn't even flex. Some kind of fucking plastic... must be zipties. FUCK!!

Brie was still flirting with the mirror as this asshole moved behind her. He must not quite have been visible in the mirror, but he soon would be. I yelled out again, knowing it was hopeless, and watched as he sneaked closer and closer. This fucker was gonna knock her out too. Well, I suppose he didn't really hurt me, other than a bit of throbbing. Hopefully he'd be even gentler with her.

Brie jumped in the mirror and spun around. Looks like she had noticed him. He was on her in a flash, her arms pinned to her side as he spun her around. He held her hands together with one hand and produced something to bind her hands together. Looks like I was right- zipties. Weird that he would tie her before knocking her out, but then I wasn't a burglar. What did I know. Hands bound together, he pushed her over our bed, but instead of going for the jewelry, he stepped back and simply stared at my wife, thrashing on the edge of the bed.

Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch. I knew what was coming, and STILL couldn't do a damn thing.

Sure enough, when my wife had stopped thrashing just enough for him to get in, he reached for her skirt and ripped it down. In another situation, I would have loved this view. The angle wasn't perfect, but I could still make out her black lacy thong barely covering that luscious ass. I knew from experience that her ass was tight and round, a perfect runner's ass, and that thong made it look amazing. My cock sprang to full attention in spite of my fear. I took in her black stockings... fuck, with garters too... and seethed with rage as this asshole on the screen also took in the beautiful view.

Brie hadn't stopped thrashing, but she clearly knew she was overpowered, and with her hands tied behind her back, she didn't have a lot of options. I could hear her crying out "No, no, no" through my laptop speakers. We had opted for the microphone cameras, but it only went one direction. At least it wasn't loud; this was hard enough to take as it was.

He was on her again, this time his hands on her ass. Her voice turned to whimpers as she realized what was happening, and how powerless she was to stop it. He didn't appear to be rough, groping her with large hands, but not throwing her around. He did spank her ass a few times, and her whimpers increased. I knew from firsthand experience that she did like it a little rough, but... this couldn't be turning her on. Those whimpers were definitely despair. The unknown assailant lifted her up so that her knees were near the edge of the bed, and her stocking-clad toes hung over the edge. God, her ass looked so good like that. Any other circumstances...

He dropped his dark jeans and underwear in one move, and a fairly large-looking cock sprang to view. Looked like he enjoyed the view as much as I did- he was already fairly erect. He stepped back up to my wife, and as she felt his cock against the crotch of her panties, she shuddered. In fear, probably? Not arousal? Her voice didn't give much away.

He thrust a few times against her panties, then stepped back and pulled her thong to the side. Brie visibly tensed, and the intruder's fingers invaded her pussy with no hesitation. His face wasn't visible, but I could see his fingers pistoning in and out of my wife's beautiful pussy, and the camera was good enough that I saw them start to come out a bit shinier with each thrust. No matter what her brain said, it looked like Brie's body couldn't help but enjoy this, at least momentarily. As if on cue, I saw her body lose a bit of the previous tension, and her back arch just a bit. Maybe no one else would recognize a subtle signal like that, but I had seen it a hundred times. Her body was flushed, and if I guessed right, her breathing would be a bit heavier now.

Whoever this asshole was, he noticed too. His fingers sped up just a bit, and then he drew my wife's panties down to her knees. He came up behind her and positioned his cock behind her gorgeous slit, then paused as if waiting for something. To my surprise, my beautiful wife moaned, but this time definitely in pleasure. This criminal, this intruder, was an inch away from violating my wife's pussy, and she was moaning. The man stood still, hands caressing her ass, then her back and finally wrapping into her beautiful hair, but he still did not thrust.

I watched in agony as my wife moaned, and then thrust her ass back, taking him one inch into her beautiful slit. Her moans gained words as she repeated "fuck..." over and over. Was she crying out at the situation? Or was it a request? An involuntary response, like I had heard so many times before?

It didn't matter now, as he stopped holding back and buried his cock to the hilt in her wet pussy. Suddenly he was a frenzy of activity, pulling her ass back onto him by her hair, and I could hear their bodies slapping together furiously. She groaned in pleasure, no doubt this time, and chanted "fuck" repeatedly, like it was the only word she remembered. Honestly, she looked cock-drunk at this point; maybe it was the only word she could remember in this state. From this angle, I could see the penetration but not her face, but it seemed like this assailant's cock was girthy enough to stretch her normally tight pussy to a new extent. Fuck, his dick was covered in her cream- whether her brain was present or not, her pussy was expressing herself just fine. The man stopped thrusting, and my heart broke as my lovely wife began thrusting her ass onto him, her body begging for his cock. He stood still as she fucked herself on his cock, and her voice grew although the words never changed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" she panted as he stood, now mauling one tit as she fucked him. She was getting close to orgasm, and it seemed he knew it too. He began ruthlessly slamming into her, one hand wrapped around her neck now, and her pants turned to animal grunts until I saw the first signs of orgasm. He never stopped pounding her as she twitched once, twice, and then screamed while her body spasmed around his cock. She was so beautiful when she orgasmed, and to see this man bring her there instead of me was too much to take. My cock had other ideas though, straining upright, and I couldn't look away from the screen.

She spasmed on his cock for at least a minute as he continued his insistent assault on her pussy, his hands keeping her in position as her body thrashed uncontrollably. When her screams turned to wordless panting, he thrust two more times and then flipped her around so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, drunk with orgasmic bliss.

She looked so beautiful, and so disheveled. Her hair was a mess, her beautiful breasts were flushed pink, with visible fingerprint bruises where he had pawed at her, her legs were spread wide, whether consciously or unconsciously inviting him back into her pussy, and her stockings and panties lay somewhere out of sight on her ankles. He laughed when she reached up to stroke his large cock, her beautiful fingers not able to reach around it with a single hand. I could see her wedding ring flashing as she stroked him just three times, and then he erupted. Thick ropes of cum covered my wife's lips, chin, then breasts- so much cum it looked like five men had sprayed her. She leaned back, catching the last spurts on her flat stomach, and milked the very last drop directly from his cock onto her ring finger.

I watched the screen as Brie brought her finger to her lips, and I suddenly felt a soft hand stroke my dick twice and I was cumming. My wife's hair tickled my neck, and her teasing voice breathed into my ear "I guess you DID like my gift, then?"