Julie was glad to have a day to sleep in for once. She had been going nonstop for weeks and she decided to take a week off and just lay around the house. Still it was almost noon and she needed to get up. That coupled with repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on their neighbors house forced her out of bed and had her put her robe on. Julie threw the covers off and stood stretching. She loved the freedom of having the house to herself. She walked to the dresser naked and looked at herself in the mirror.
At 31 she looked a hell of a lot better than some of the 25 year olds that she knew. Her firm flat stomach was framed nicely by her perky 36C chest and meticulously trimmed bush. She ran her hands slowly over her body, admiring that the hard work she put in to it had paid off. As she turned around she noticed that her husband had left two of the shades up and she had been standing directly in front of them. The workers from across the street could clearly see her standing there. It was pretty obvious that they had noticed too.
There were four of them, all Hispanic, and they had stopped their hammering. They stared intently tapping each other to make sure each of them saw what was going on. Julie was panicked and embarrassed at first and ran to close the shade. She also felt mildly aroused by the voyeuristic nature of her surprised audience. Before she closed the shade, Julie ran her hand up her leg, across her bush and up to her left tit. She gave the workers a little wave and dropped the shade. The whole thing left her a little wound up. It wasn't like her to do this sort of thing.
She was very conservative both at work and in her married life. She and her husband Jim had a good sex life but nothing terribly kinky happened. It was mostly missionary position for the first 3 minutes, followed by her on top and him climaxing in another 3 minutes. She had infrequent orgasms, but she never really wanted to put the work into getting herself off. Julie threw on her robe and headed downstairs to get something to eat. As she entered the kitchen, she noticed that the hammering across the street had not resumed. She must have really blown their minds, or maybe they had taken a break for lunch. Her heart lurched as she heard the back door open.
They lived in a nice neighborhood and often failed to lock the back door. Julie peered around the corner and saw one of the Hispanic workers walking in and looking around cautiously. Her mind raced and thought she might be able to make it upstairs and barricade herself in the bedroom. She dashed quickly and the worker raced after her making a swipe and barely missing her. He wasn't far behind her on the stairs though and she was unable to get the door closed in time.
"Please, leave me alone!" Julie screamed. She could feel herself starting to cry. Julie struck at him as he pushed through the door and he grabbed her wrist with his huge calloused hand. He smiled in a way that made Julie know what his intentions were. Julie tried to kick him, and with one motion the man spun her around with her arm pinned painfully behind her back. The man pushed her to the window and motioned for her to open the shade. Julie shook her head and man twisted her arm even further. Julie seriously feared that her arm would snap. She quickly grabbed the string and pulled the shade open. With his free hand the man grabbed the tie to Julie's robe and pulled out the knot. The man pulled it to the side and roughly grabbed her breast, tweaking the nipple painfully. He laughed deeply as he saw his friends scramble to get off the roof and take off towards Julie's house.
He whipped her around to face him keeping her one arm pinned firmly behind her back and spoke to her again in Spanish. When he pulled Julie closer to him and tried to kiss her she turned her head to the side disgustedly and struggled against his grip. The man grabbed her face roughly with his other hand and pulled her face towards him. The look on his face was a nasty mix of anger and animal lust. He pushed her back towards the bed and threw her onto it as though she weighed nothing. He was on top of her in an instant. Julie craned her neck to the side to get away from him as best she could when she saw the other three men come storming into the bedroom. Two of them moved to the other side of the bed and grabbed her arms pinning them to the mattress. Julie looked up at them and begged them to let her go.
"Please, take my money... I'll give you whatever you want⦠Please, My husband will be home soon.."
One of them smiled and said in much clearer English, "stupid bitch, you damn right going to give us what we want. And fuck your limp dick husband, we'll kill his ass.." Julie turned to look at the man who had thrown her onto the bed. He was purposefully unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. His erection pushed his dingy underwear out ridiculously.