When your world is tied neatly in a knot, should you untie it?
Chapter 1
Its hard to believe it happened, but it did. Gary had told me on the phone during the day that he'd was having a rough one. OK, I thought, I'm a wife and his partner. I can make him feel better when it gets home. We'll have a dinner of things he likes, then I'll provide him with some fun he likes. I've always been a can-do girl and this was something I could easily do.
It was warm so I planned dinner on our deck. It's quite private. Often in addition to dinner, we we'd start some of the fun out there. This would be one of those times after, or, if he wanted, during dinner. We'd either just stay out on the deck until we were exhausted or have dessert in the bedroom. Just to be sure I made sure everything was ready in both places.
I considered my attire carefully. I wanted to be dressed so there would be something to work up to. I didn't want to be naked when he got home. If I did that, he might be put off, but more likely he'd just fuck me where I stood, then ask what was for dinner. Not that I'm complaining, I just wanted it to last longer tonight.
Instead of having him find me totally naked fixing dinner, I thought I'd be a bit more demure. I selected a bra and panties set that were rather sheer. When he got my shirt off, he'd be able to see the color of my nipples through the bra. Likewise, when my shorts were off he'd have a good view of what lay beneath my panties.
Starting there I added a casual, but low cut t-shirt and a pair of fairly short shorts. The t-shirt was a light blue and cut low enough that any woman with even the slightest cleavage would attract a man's eye. The tightness would reveal even the tiniest hardening of my nipples; sexy enough even a husband would notice.
The navy shorts showed off my legs well, but were long enough that my cheeks weren't hanging out. They were tight enough, however, that they gave me a bit of a camel toe.
Finally, I decided that I'd go barefoot. I think there's something about a barefoot wife that makes her appear submissive. Gary likes me to be submissive, though not all the time, but that's another story.
Dinner would be simple, a couple of steaks from the freezer with classic trimmings would be the entree. I'd be the dessert.
The whole plan was simple. He'd come in to find me barefoot in the kitchen. I'd make him a drink. We'd sit on the deck for a few minutes and talk. He'd change and I'd assign him to do the steaks on the grill. I'd get him a beer and we'd chat while he did the steaks.
We'd eat and clean up.
Through all of this I'd be making it clear that I was looking forward to having that hard prick of his stuck well up my pussy. I'd take him to the bedroom and let it happen. I fully expected that by the time I got to the bedroom, I'd be completely naked. There was some possibility that we'd never make it to the bedroom. As I said earlier it was possible that the deck would suffice for at least the first time around.
By the time I expected Gary home, I had everything in place including a bit pit of perfume between my breasts and in other essential areas.
Six fifteen or so the door opened. Gary said something like Hi, but he never got it out. A loud crashing and stamping accompanied by Gary shouting at someone telling them to get out. I started for the door, but was met by Gary being pushed into the kitchen by two men. I could see a woman trailing the group.
Gary turned to try to hit one or both of his assailants, but they hit him again and again. I screamed for all I was worth, but Gary fell and lay still. I dropped to my knees to see how badly hurt he was. He was bleeding and groggy. I had no idea how badly hurt he might be.
One of the guys grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet. "Shut up," he screamed. He backhanded me knocking me to the floor. I was so confused I stopped screaming and suddenly everything became quiet.
"That's better," he said. "Now, lie flat on the floor spread eagle. Don't move and don't make any noise."
He had some sort of handgun so I did what he told me to do. I was shaking so hard I was sure he'd get pissed off that I was making noise just trembling there on the floor.
He ignored any noise my body was making trembling on the linoleum floor, but did keep looking in my direction as the two of them raised Gary and put him in one of our kitchen chairs. They had brought rope which they used to tie him to the chair. One of them told me to get on my hands and knees and crawl ahead of them as they carried Gary to the living room. They put him in one of the corners. I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the room trying to think of how I was going to get us out of this, even though I wasn't really sure what was going on.
"Who are you," I stammered. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"
The one came to where I was still on my hands and knees and told me to stand up. He sounded so very angry I obeyed as quickly as I could. As soon as I was on my feet he backhanded me again knocking me to the floor. I hit my head on the way down creating a cut on my forehead. I put my hand to my face and found blood coming from my mouth and from the cut on my head. I burst into tears.
"Do you understand, 'Shut Up'," now," he yelled leaning down into my face. I nodded and said nothing further.
"We are your worst nightmare, lady. You will do everything we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it. You got that? Just nod."
I nodded, cringing afraid of another blow.
"Now stand up."
I stood. Fearful of being hit again I kept my head down.
"You and I are going to find some rags and a pair of scissors," he hissed in my face. "Now move."
I led him to the kitchen and offered a pair of kitchen scissors and some rags. "These should do fine. Now back to where your husband is."
Again I led the way dripping blood on the floor and carpet.
"Gag him," he said handing a rag of about the right size to me.
Gary was still out of it, but seemed to be breathing OK. I took the rag and tied it fairly loosely around his mouth in the form of a gag. Observing that the gag was not especially tight he said, "That will be OK if everybody cooperates. If not, that gag will go inside his mouth and tight around his head. He could suffocate that way because I don't think he's breathing too well through his noise. You got that? Just nod." I nodded.
