It was quite dark as I sat near the lake, looking up at Steve and Nikki's house. I had arrived around twilight and parked nearby, making my way discreetly around the back of the house. After nearly an hour, I saw a light go on in the living room. I saw Nikki first, drink in hand, as she looked out the window. She was dressed in a thin tank top and skirt. Steve walked up behind her and slid his hands around her and up, cupping her breasts. Nikki laughed and batted his hands away. She moved away from the window to take a seat. Steve remained at the window, looking out for more than 30 seconds. That was the signal.
I made my way through the yard, careful to avoid the lights cast in the house, to the backdoor. Steve had done his part. It was unlocked. I opened it and stepped inside, bag in hand. I surveyed surroundings, took the unloaded gun and handcuffs from the bag and attached them to my belt. I could hear Steve and Nikki chatting as I went down the hall. I knew the layout of the house from Steve's drawing. Without drama, I walked into the living room, raised the gun, and said, "Nobody move."
Nikki was sitting on the couch. Her mouth opened and closed, finally getting out, "What? Who are you?"
I ignored her. I pointed the gun at Steve. "Close the drapes," I ordered. He got up slowly from the chair and went to the drapes and started to close them.
Nikki protested, "What do you want?"
I turned the gun towards her and replied, "For you to shut the fuck up."
When the curtains were closed, Steve turned towards me. I motioned towards the chair with the gun, and said, "Sit down."
He walked over the chair and sat down. "Put your arms back," I continued. He put his arms behind the back of the chair. I took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them around one wrist and the other to the back of the chair. I took a second pair of cuffs and did the same to his other arm. Keeping my eye on Nikki, I took a cloth and gagged Steve. Nikki was looking about, doubtless looking for some way out of this.
I walked over to the couch. Nikki backed away from me. "I've been watching you two," I said, "you put on quite a show some nights."
"What do you mean?" Nikki sputtered.
"You leave the drapes open a lot. It's always entertaining to see you kneel down and blow Steve," I explained, "such a good little wife, swallowing your man's cum. Made me curious."
I paused as thoughts ran through her mind. "Now," I said, "you are going to stand up and do a slow striptease for me."
"I am not!" Nikki spat.
I walked over to Steve and put the gun to his head. "You will do exactly everything I say, or I start shooting. Understand?" I said evenly.
Several expressions ran across Nikki's face, finally one of resignation. She got off the couch and walked to the center of the room. Music was already playing. I sat down on the couch, keeping the gun trained on Steve.
Nikki started to grab the bottom of her shirt. "No, no, you stupid cunt, dance for me first," I snapped.
She stopped and started to sway back and forth. "That's better. Run your hands up and down your body. Tease those breasts of yours," I instructed.
She did as instructed, albeit mechanically. As she would run her hands over her breasts, they would rise and fall beneath her shirt. I could see her nipples harden beneath the fabric. "That's a good girl," I teased her, "now turn around. Bend over and shake your ass for me."
Nikki did as she was told. Her skirt rose up as she bent over. I could see glimpses of her panties as she gyrated. After a few minutes, I told her, "Now you can take off your top."
Facing away from me, Nikki reached down and pulled her top off. "Turn around Nikki. Show me your tits," I laughed.
Nikki turned, her face and chest red with embarrassment. "Mmmm, nice," I smiled, "keep dancing, shake those tits for me. That's it. Show 'em off. Run your hands over them. Uh, huh, squeeze them. Harder. Mmmm, good, now pull your nipples. "
I enjoyed tormenting Nikki this way, and my cock had swollen to prove it. I could see that Steve was also enjoying the show, although he kept a remarkably good game face. Nikki's nipples were nice and stiff now and I could see her face flush as she pulled them. "Mmmm, good," I said, "Now peel that skirt off nice and slow."
She hesitated, then moved her hands to her skirt. She undid the button and slid the zipper down. Avoiding my eyes, she opened the skirt and let it fall to her feet, revealing high cut panties beneath. She stood upright, not moving, her eyes closed. I stood and walked towards her. "Now put your hands behind your back," I told her.
Her eyes snapped open. She put her hands up and started to back away, saying, "No, please..."
I raised the gun and reached out to take her shoulder. I spun her around and took her left arm and bent it behind her. I slid the gun into the holster and took a pair of handcuffs. I snapped one on her wrist and reached for her other arm. She jerked and tried to move away from me, but I caught her arm and pulled her back hard. I pulled her right wrist and pulled it close enough to cuff. I took the gun from the holster and grabbed her hair. I rubbed the barrel against her cheek. "Now, now," I said softly, "we will have none of that."
I turned her around to face me and brought the gun to her face, rubbing the end of the barrel against her lips. "Such pretty, cock-sucking lips," I mused aloud, "tell me Nikki, do you enjoy swallowing Steve's cum?"
Nikki trembled, but was silent. "Well?" I said a little more forcefully, drawing the gun over her throat, "Do you enjoy his cum shooting down your throat? Answer me."
"Yes," she studdered.
I traced the gun down her chest, moving the end over her breasts, watching her flinch as I flicked her nipples with the cold metal. "I might think about leaving if you wanted to suck my cock," I suggested.
"No, please, no," she whispered, as I fit the barrel over the end of her right nipple.
"Of course, there are alternatives," I mentioned as the gun moved down her torso. The barrel slid over her panties, following the line of her camel toe. "Studies have shown that well fucked men are less violent," I commented, "and you certainly look like you would be a good fuck." I pushed the end of the gun more firmly against the wet spot on her panties, pressing her labia apart. Nikki started to shake. "Oh my," I laughed, "I think you like the idea." I raised the gun to the top of her panties and started to slide them down.
