Housewife Turned Slave
Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
This story involves nonconsent and abusive language so be warned!
CHAPTER 1
Bound & Gagged
Dillion is sitting at home reading when she sees a van pull up outside of her house. Standing up, she sees a black couple stepping outside and walking towards her door.
Who is this?
She thinks to herself.
Placing her book onto the coffee table, she walks to the door and opens it as the two are walking up her drive.
"Can I help you?" She asks.
The couple look at each other with a smile and carry-on walking towards her. A slight bit of fear comes to Dillion, worried that these two might have some sinister thoughts of a woman being at home on her own.
"Hi," The black man says with a smile, "I'm Terry. This is my wife, Hayley. We are moving in next door and wanted to say hi."
They carry on walking and Dillion gives a sigh of relief. She doesn't class herself and racist but they don't see many black people in this neighbourhood and her initial reaction was fear.
Shaking away those thoughts, Dillion extends her hand and shakes Terry's.
"My name's Dillion." She tells them with a smile and then shakes Hayley's hand and realises how smooth and soft both of their hands feel.
"It's nice to meet you." Hayley says, her voice soft and delicate. Dillion looks at the couple and tries to figure out their ages. Their soft, dark skin making them look young, but they have a mature feel coming from them.
"Do you live here alone?" Terry suddenly asks.
Dillion can feel his eyes looking her up and down and some of her fear comes back to her.
"No," She quicky replies, "It's me and my husband, Mark."
"Oh, very nice, is he in?" Hayley asks.
"No, he's at work." Dillion tells them, slowly edging herself backwards into her house.
"Why don't you both come round for dinner tonight and we can introduce ourselves proper?" Terry asks.
Not being able to think quick enough of an excuse to get out of it, Dillion grunts, "Erm okay."
"Great, say 7pm?" Hayley says.
Dillion quickly says, "Okay, see you later." And closes the door.
Oh god, how am I going to get out of this one!
Dillion thinks to herself.
Dillion spends the next hour watching the couple moving their things in next door, tutting as she watches.
It's 5pm when her husband Mark gets home.
"New neighbours?" He says walking in.
Giving him a kiss and a hug she tells him, "Yes, they're black."
"Oh interesting." He replies. Mark doesn't have the issue that Dillion does about them being black.
"They invited us around for dinner at 7." Dillion tells him.
"Great, I'll jump in the shower and get ready." He tells her, although Dillion was hoping that he would want to back out of it as well.
Giving him another kiss, Mark goes for a shower and Dillion sits watching TV until they are ready to go.
Approaching their house, Dillion is getting more nervous and anxious. Knocking on the door she is ready to leave, but they open the door too quickly.
"Great you're here. Please come in." Terry says opening the door further, "You must be Dillion's husband"? He asks.
"I am." Mark replies, "Pleasure to meet you."
"You too." Terry says and shakes his hand.
The couple go inside and to Dillion's surprise the new neighbours have very nice taste in decorations.
Sitting down at the table, the four start eating the meal that Hayley made. A perfectly cooked steak with peppercorn sauce, mashed potatoes and vegtable.
"So, what do you do for work Mark?" Terry asks during the meal.
"I am a business manager for a construction company." Mark replies, "It keeps me away a lot which I don't like, but it pays the bills."
Dillion does miss her husband when he works away, but his well paid job means that she doesn't have to work.
"What about you?" Mark asks Terry.
"I run my own car dealership." Terry tells him, surprising Dillion with how well he is doing.
The rest of the meal is a joy, Dillion starts to feel bad for judging this couple too early and comes to actually really like their company.
"Dillion, why don't we go upstairs and leave the men to talk?" Hayley suggests.
"Of course." Dillion replies, feeling a little tipsy from the three glasses of wine she's had.
Going upstairs, they have already made a lovely sitting area on the landing. Sitting down on a leather chair and with Hayley besides her, Dillion can't help but notice Hayley's smooth, toned legs.
"Do you go the gym?" She asks.
"I try to go a few times a week." Hayley replies with a smile, her perfect, glistening teeth shining through.
"I wish I had that commitment." Dillion replies back to her.
"So how long have you and Mark been married for?" Hayley asks.
"Nearly 10 years." Dillion tells her.
"That's a long time, do you mind me asking you a personal question?" Hayley asks.
"Of course." Dillion replies.
"Well, I have been with Terry for two years. I hear that after many years of marriage that the sex starts to die down, is that true?" Hayley asks.
Dillion is put back by this question, not expecting a sexual question at all. Yet, the wine has clearly loosened her up a little.
"Well, it has been a while." Dillion tells her nervously.
"How long?" Hayley asks.
"Nearly a year." Dillion admits.
"Wow!" Hayley replies too loudly for Dillion's liking, "I can't go 24 hours without Terry fucking me!"
Dillion nearly spits out her wine in shock from Hayley's remarks.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be too crude." Hayley says with a laugh.
"It's fine," Dillion says with a little laugh back, "It was just unexpected."
"I just can't believe you've gone that long! I would die!" Hayley tells her placing her hand onto Dillion's thigh.
It's only a soft touch, but enough to have an effect on Dillion. Not having any form of sexual physical contact in a while has been getting to her.
For a brief moment, Hayley's hand remains on Dillion's thigh and when she pulls it away Dillion is actually a little disappointed.
It's an hour later when Dillion and Mark are leaving, giving the other couple a hug goodbye, Dillion feels Hayley's larger breasts pressing against her own.
"I'm not working tomorrow, I'll come around to your house for a drink." Hayley says, not asking but more telling.
"Oh, okay." Dillion replies, not knowing what else to say.