It was the day I had the car to do errands...Friday. Alan, my husband called and asked that I take our son to the babysitters for the night...for overnight, he had a surprise. so I arranged everything, showered, dressed in a peasant top that tied at the neckline, and full skirt that matched, my favorite and most comfortable outfit. Before I dropped off our son at the babysitters Alan called again telling me not to worry about picking him up, he would get a ride, so I wouldn't be rushed. I thought that was kind of him and smiled, dropped our son off and went home, happy and anticipating the time with my husband.
I saw a huge black truck pull up to the house and he got out and so did another man...he was tall with shoulder length black hair that waved slightly and was a tad taller than my husband who stands a 5'11". The man was tan and looked to have American Indian in his ancestry. They came in the house, which surprised me a little but I am always hospitable, even if muttering at my hubby under my breath. Alan introduced the man as Peter, and I noticed his eyes were a brilliant blue, almost mesmerizing and I had to work hard not to stare. Alan announced he was going to take a quick shower, and I realized our plans for the evening included this...Peter, and I was quite upset. I offered drinks, juice soda or water (we have no alchohol in the house) then went to get it, fuming the whole time, but careful not to show it, after all it wasn't Peter's fault and he seemed nice. I tried not to think of his body. I normally don't think of other men like that because I have given myself only to my husband, and he is very attractive to me. So it was odd that I would have this fluttering thinking about Peter, who was fit, and looked strong, though not over muscled. I ended up having to make the up the juice from frozen concnetrate, and it was taking a bit of time, and I felt arms slide around me. Not even thinking I snuggled back...only my hubby gets that close to me. Though it didn't take more than a second for me to realize it was not my husband...and I blushed and tried to pull away. He held me tight and nibbled my neck which drives me crazy. I whispered to him to let me go, I didn't want to make scene, but he just laughed and held me tighter...and I struggled more, I mean my husband was in the shower and could come in at any time, he nibbled on my neck and ear and his hand reached up and covered my breast squeezing slightly and taking my nipple between his fingers though my blouse and bra. I had already been slightly aroused thinking of the time I would spend with my husband...and though it was not my husband doing this I became wet. The thought breifly crossed my mind that my hubby was not taking a short shower but a rather long one, but then Peter's hand reached down, pressed down in a slow circular motion against my mound and I lost it, I stopped struggling and melted. His touch was expert and he knew all my sensitive points and what would excite me. His hand on my breast, my back to his chest, his lips on my neck and ear, the other hand now pulling my skirt up to gain better and closer access to my wetness. He turned us around so he was leaning up against the counter to better support me as my legs were weak by now. His hand reached into my bikini panties and his fingers drew circles around my sensitive bud, and I made a low moan. He played on my body drawing out responses with ease.
It did not take long I felt the familiar trembling inside just before I climax, and I hear my husband's voice loud, and in front of us "You slut....you couldn't resist...could you...." Completely embrrassed and more than a little scared I try to break free of Peter's grip. He only holds on tighter and laughs. "I told you she couldn't resist, though she lasted longer than most, I must say you know her well. The places you told me she liked were right on the money" Hearing all this, I was at first embarrassed then angry, and struggled against Peter's hold, but he tightened his grip on my breast and waist. "Oh no you don't, you need to learn faithfulness to your husband." and he chuckled.
Alan looked a trifle odd, not exactly angry, but anticipating. I got a little scared, something had been planned and I did not think I would like it. I was dragged into the living room. Our loveseat that sat in front of the picture window was now perpendicular to it and I saw in the glimpse I was given before I was spun around, that there were thick white ropes around the feet of it. Peter held me while my husband took my clothes off, well, ripped them off, because I was struggling.
Then Peter spun me around again and pushed me over the back of the loveseat and told my husband to hold me there, and he did. I tried to move but felt a stinging slap on my butt and yelped "Be still woman" Peter growled. I stilled, I didn't know what Peter would do and now I wasn't sure if Alan would stop him. I felt Peter tie first one ankle, then the other, firmly and far apart. Then he went around and tied my wrists so I was spread and immobile and blushing furiously. Alan stepped back from me so I didn't even have his body to shield my nakedness. He sat over on the chair where he could see my face easily. I could not look at him and gazed at the floor.
Peter walked around behind me talking as he went "Sandra, you should really be more careful who you let touch you like that. You never know what they might do after you let down your guard" he slaps my butt again, then rubs the sting away. He leans over close to my ear and says "Or what they might make you feel" and reaches under me and take my nipple in his fingers, pinching hard and pulling it away from my body, I suck in a breath. "Now you will do as I say, when I say it...if you do not please me or your husband...you will regret it. Understood?" I say nothing, then yelp agian as his hand comes down on me. "I didn't hear you." "Yes" I say through clenched teeth. "Good" and I hear him chuckle. "You are not allowed to make ANY noise...unless you are telling me you understand what I am saying or I give you permission, Understood?" "Yes" I say quietly. I look at my husband and he still has an odd look on his face though now he is clearly aroused, evidenced by the bulge in his jeans.