Homecoming Party

When Robert arrived home after a tedious business trip to Texas, this is what greeted him.

Red and gold rose petals were strewn all in the foyer, across the black welcome mat, and they continued up the staircase. Their thick, cloyingly sweet smell clogged his nose, making him sneeze again and again. Didn't that fool woman remember his allergies? Throwing his coat onto the glass top table beside the front door, he began scooping up the petals, throwing them out the door as fast as he possibly could.

"Lynn!" he bellowed, sneezing once again. "Lynn, bring the broom and clean this crap up! Do you want to kill me?" There was no answer. Sneezing and swearing, he went into the kitchen, grabbed the broom and dust pan, and proceeded to clean up the petals. This was not the greeting he had imagined.

The entire plane ride home, he had been in a state, erect and sweating, as he watched a dainty stewardess with a perfect round ass and breasts that threatened to spill out of her dress perform the necessary gymnastics to serve drinks in the overcrowded, narrow puddle jumper of a plane. He had hoped for turbulence to see if her tits would make an appearance, but no such luck. As least his wife of ten years could have put in an appearance, greeting him at the door with a kiss. But no, the bitch would rather make him sick.

An annoying giggle sounded from the shadows at the top of the stairs.

"Lynn!" Robert snarled, throwing the broom and dust pan across the kitchen floor. "Thanks for the flowers, idiot."

Another giggle.

Stomping up the stairs, he didn't even know what he was going to do. He just knew he was going to stop that horrible giggling if he had to choke her. Picturing choking her with his cock made him smile. That was the ticket. She'd shut up then, his hands wrapped around the back of her head, forcing his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. Yeah, that was just the thing to make him forget his horrible business trip and now throbbing sinuses.

He never saw the thin wire stretched across the top of the stairs.

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When Robert opened his eyes, he couldn't see a thing. Confused from the fall and bump on the head, he attempted to shake his head, and was rewarded with a lightning bolt of pain behind his eyes.

"Stay still." He recognized the voice, that voice of his wife he had come to hate over the years.

"Whattave you..." he slurred, attempting to sit up, but he couldn't. Thinking hard for a moment, pushing past the blinding pain in his head, he realized he was on his back on his bed, his arms and legs restrained somehow. He pulled with his right arm, but he couldn't move it more than a few inches either way. His left arm was in the same shape. His legs were spread wide, and to his embarrassment, he realized he was naked.

"You're quite a sight, spread out like that, Robert my love." Lynn tittered. "Shall I remove the blindfold, dearest?" She laughed out loud at that, and he heard her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she moved around the bed. "You must promise not to make a sound, or you'll pay dearly."

"Look, bitch..." he got no further. She ripped the blindfold from his head, and the overhead lights blasted through him, causing another lightning bolt.

Squinting, he tried to look at her, and he was so astounded, he couldn't speak at first. His dowdy wife was now dressed in a form fitting black knit dress, which dipped low in the front, showing quite a bit of cleavage, The dress fell to mid thigh, showing off the garters she wore, and the patterned black hose ending in black stilettos. Her longish brown hair was piled on top of her head in an intricate lover's knot. Black opera gloves adorned her arms up to her shoulders. He settled down a bit, his eyes adjusting to the lights, and stopped pulling against the ropes. "What's with the getup?"

Shaking her head sadly, she slowly pulled the dress up, revealing black lace panties he had never seen before. Sliding them down her legs, she sharply said, "Didn't I tell him to keep silent?"

"So shut him up." A deep voice sounded from adjoining bathroom doorway.

"What the fuck is this!" Robert howled, yanking against the ropes as hard as he could. Suddenly, Lynn shoved her wadded up, fragrant panties in his mouth..

"Didn't I say you'd pay dearly?" She laughed. "Welcome home, Robbie." The man moved out of the doorway, into Robert's line of sight, wrapping his thickly muscled arms around his wife. Fighting the ropes only succeeding in tightening them, but Robert pulled and pulled, shaking his head, trying to spit out her panties.

"Robert, meet Dexter, my...friend...while you've been gone. I finally decided you two should meet. He's been a good friend for a long time now." She smiled cruelly.

Dexter grinned widely at the smaller, restrained man. He stood a good head taller than Lynn and outweighed Robert by a good 50 pounds. He also was only dressed in well worn faded jeans, bare chested, and bare foot. He had long, thick black hair that was pulled back in a loose queue and a thick mat of black hair across his chest that grew in a path down to the waistband of his jeans.

"Dexter, would you turn off the lights, love?" she singsonged.

As he moved to kill the lights, Lynn moved around the room lighting candles placed on the tables and chest of drawers. When the overhead lights died, Robert stared Dexter in the face, and saw his eyes gleaming green like a cat's in the darkness.

Robert pulled some more and grunted behind the soggy panties, but to no avail. He was not getting loose anytime soon, but when he did, there were going to be two dead people in the room. If he could just get to the pistol in the nightstand drawer, it would be so simple to put a bullet between both their eyes. No jury in the world would convict him after they heard all he had been through.

Just then, Lynn climbed up on the bed, slinking her way up his body under she was face to face with him, her breasts pressed tight against his chest, her stockinged knee between his legs. He put all the hate he could in his expression, hoping she would realize that soon she would be dead. She merely smiled and then ran her tongue over his stretched lips.

"Poor, poor baby." She cooed. "All those years of being unfaithful have caught up with you, Robbie." He stared, becoming perfectly still. How could she know? "Do you think I wouldn't figure it out, babycakes? All those secretaries you screwed and threw away? All those whores from every city you traveled to? You'd come home to me, still reeking of their juices, Robbie. Turn about is fair play, don't you think?" Dexter laughed a rumbling bass, but didn't say anything.

She continued her trip up Robert's body until her knees were on either side of his head. Her thighs held his head in a firm grip so he could not turn away from her dripping cunt. "Have a taste, baby. See how excited Dexter makes me? I get so wet when he comes over." She laughed lightly. "Oh, you can't taste me, can you? Those panties are in the way, but I'm going to leave them in for a while longer. Don't worry. You'll get a good taste soon enough."

With those ominous words, she sat back and pulled her dress over her head, showing off a lacy bra that matched the panties. Dexter came up behind her and unhooked the bra, sliding it down her arms. Her full breasts were tipped with dusky nipples, erect and firm, and Dexter slid his hands over them, pulling at the nipples making her throw her head back, sighing. He then pulled the pins from her hair, the brown locks falling over her shoulders.

"Why don't you come up here and join me, handsome?" she asked Dexter innocently as she sat on Robert's chest in nothing but her heels and stockings and gloves.

Robert shook his head violently, grunting and moaning behind the panties some more, but Dexter just grinned at him as he began unbuttoning the fly of his jeans. The jeans slid to the floor, and he easily stepped out of them, his cock bouncing against his belly, full and thick and...oddly shaped. He was uncut, but his cock was conical in shape, with much larger balls than Robert had ever seen on another man.

He gracefully climbed up on the bed, muscles bunching as he came up behind Lynn, his large hands easily covering her full breasts. As Robert jerked and roared muffled obscenities at his wife, she once again climbed over him until her gleaming cunt was right over his face.

"I just want you to have a good view of the show, love." She purred, as Dexter moved over Robert's chest and slid his thick cock right into his wife's wet pussy. Robert was staring right at the man's cock as it plundered his wife! Her juices splattered his cheeks as Dexter moved faster and deeper, stretching her pussy wide; his balls bounced off of the smaller man's face. Robert jerked and squealed, but only succeeded in making his wife moan louder with pleasure. Dexter had a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as he pounded her. Her voice became very high-pitched, and Robert knew she was about to come; Dexter just rode her all the harder, growling his own pleasure.

All of a sudden, she ripped the panties from Robert's mouth as Dexter exploded in her, howling. He pulled out quickly, and Lynn sat right on Robert's face. "Clean me up, love." She demanded as the thick mixture of her juice and Dexter's dripped across his lips. A large hand wrapped around his balls and squeezed hard enough to get his attention. "Do it." Dexter growled, squeezing just bit harder.

Inwardly cringing, Robert opened his mouth just a bit, running his tongue over his wife's messy cunt. Dexter was stroking Robert's cock as he squeezed his balls gently, and Robert realized how hard he was. This could not possibly be exciting him, but his cock had different ideas. Forcing his tongue deeper in Lynn's pussy, he began relishing the taste as Dexter's hand moved faster and faster. His balls pulled up tight, and his come sprayed all over his wife's back.

"Welcome home, love." Lynn said gently as she wiped the hair out of Robert's eyes.