Leaving from a night with my friends at a bar near my house -- or my old house, I guess I should say, since my wife kicked me out about a month ago -- hearing my cell phone ring in my pocket, I pulled it out, surprised to see it was the alarm company.
"Mr. Drake?"
"Yes. Speaking."
"We have a report of a possible break-in at your residence at 311 Castleview Avenue, and wondered if you're in your home now. We've been calling your home phone trying to determine if it's a false alarm, but couldn't get any answer. And we need to know if you'd like us to contact the police."
"No, I'm not home right now, but I can be in about two minutes," I said, starting to run along the sidewalk. "And I'll call you back then, okay?"
Now all I could think of was that my wife Trish might be hurt or even in danger. If she was home, I couldn't understand why she wouldn't have picked up, or even why the alarm would have gone off in the first place. Unless someone was inside trying to rob us and set it off.
A million thoughts went through my head in the couple of minutes it took me to get to the house, most of them pretty scary. But as I approached I saw two little shits running down the street in the dark as fast as they could, with what looked like a lap top and maybe our old DVD player tucked under their arms. Now I just prayed Trish wasn't home when they got in.
Mounting the cement steps to our luxurious townhouse two at a time, I was calling out her name before I even got through the front door. But the house was deathly quiet, sending a horrible feeling of foreboding all through me. Not even our cat Jasper was around and the little fur ball never failed to come meet me whenever I walked in. Racing up the stairs with my phone in hand, I rushed into our bedroom and froze in my tracks, my heart leaping into my throat, when I found my gorgeous wife, naked and tied to the bed, with a thick piece of silver duct tape covering her mouth. No wonder she hadn't answered me or the phone. Now I just prayed she was all right.
Rushing over, I sat on the edge of the bed and carefully peeled off the tape, brushing the long blonde hair out of her eyes. "Baby, are you okay?"
"We were robbed," she said, the moment I'd pulled it away, fighting to catch her breath, her breasts heaving. "There were two of them. And I'd never seen them before. They looked like kids, only about fifteen or sixteen. I don't even know how they got in, but they must have set off the alarm. Because I know I set it when I got home, and I'm positive I locked the door before I came upstairs."
I cupped her face in my hand. "Trish, did they hurt you?"
She shook her head, nervously swallowing. "No. I'd just gotten out of the shower when the two of them walked in here. The way they both leered at me at first, scared the shit out of me, but thank god all they did was tie me up and gag me so I wouldn't be in the way or try to make any noise I guess, while they took what they wanted. I saw them taking some of my jewelry. But thankfully my best stuff's still in the safe. And I think they put Jasper in my walk-in closet. God, Chris, this is just so crazy, I can hardly believe it. How did they even get in here?"
None of it mattered, all I cared about was that they hadn't done anything more to her, and that she was safe. Everything else could be replaced. And I could care less about all the jewelry I'd given her over the years. She was all that mattered to me, just her.
As I got up to let the mewling cat out of the closet, remembering that the alarm company was waiting to hear back from me, I called and told them what had happened. But I said not to worry, that I'd call the cops myself. And I fully intended to... eventually.
Sitting back on the bed, relieved to find her basically unharmed, but understandably a little rattled. To take her mind off what had just happened, I reached out trailing a finger around one rosy nipple, smiling into her bright blue eyes. "You know I've never thought of tying you up like this, but I've got to say, you look pretty fucking hot like this."
"Terrific," she said, rolling her eyes. "Now how about you untie me?"
Of course I'd considered doing just that, but then I decided since I had her right where I wanted her, that I might just take my time and get a few points across, since she was pretty much a captive audience. Bending over her, I flicked that pert little nipple with my tongue, smiling at the sound of her gasp. I know you're not supposed to pick, but to be honest, it was my favorite, since it was the breast I'd always reached for first in bed, at least until she kicked my ass to the curb for cheating. And if I actually had, I probably would have thought I deserved it, but since I'd never even thought of straying, as you can imagine, I was still pretty pissed.
Her brow raised defiantly, she muttered, "Are you planning on playing with my tits all night, or are going to untie me?"
Shaking my head, I smiled down at her. God, she never backed down, my Trish. Even helpless and on her back, bound to the bed by her wrists, she wouldn't give a fucking inch. And truth was it was one of many things I loved about her. Her feistiness and her iron will. And I also loved her pretty tits, because in my opinion, they were spectacular.
Leaning over and sucking that round luscious titty straight into my mouth, gently nipping at the erect little point, I murmured, "Now that I've got you like this, and since you asked, I think I might just enjoy this for a bit, if you don't mind."
Lifting my head, enjoying seeing the shimmer of my saliva left on that beautiful pale globe, turning my head, I nearly laughed at the indignant look on her face. Eyes menacingly narrowed, she said, "You better be joking. Because after what you've done, you have no right to even touch me anymore."
"No?" Slowly sliding a hand over her breast, then lower over her ribs, her flat little tummy and then down over her blonde curl covered mound, watching her begin to quiver, I slid a finger into her surprisingly slick little pussy and said, "Especially not here, I'm guessing, huh?"
Her eyes shot open wide. "How dare you! After what you done to me!"
I just smiled at her outrage, giving her a shrug. "You're my wife, Trish. We have a history. And I happen to be very fond of this body, and I've missed it. You know how I used to love to touch you." I stroked in and out of her pussy as I said that, smiling wider as her breasts began to heave a little harder with each thrust of my finger. And I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, hear it even, and I just loved the sound of her arousal. She could be as mad as she wanted, but her body didn't lie, it still wanted me, and I was pretty sure she did, too.
Dropping my head again, I slowly laved my tongue across her gorgeous breasts lapping hungrily at each pronounced nipple that seemed to be begging for my mouth to suck on them. And suck on them, I did, just as hard as I could. Mmmm, utterly delectable. Nothing tasted sweeter than Trish. Then tugging one nipple between my teeth, I nipped a little harder this time, a sense of lusty satisfaction filling me as he her hips shot up in reaction. Smiling as I trailed my tongue down over her belly, I said, "You remember before this all started, how we'd make love sometimes for days at a time. How I'd take you on every surface in the house. Fucking you wild and hard wherever I found you; in the kitchen, against the wall, in our bed, the shower, even the piano room." Rolling my eyes, I said, "And damn I used to love to spread you out on the baby grand and eat you till you screamed. Now that was music to my ears."
Panting a little harder now, she murmured, "Chris if you have a point, just make it and get out okay?"
Standing and stripping off, making her eyes go wide with alarm, my eager cock slapping me in the belly the moment I released from my slacks, I nodded. "The point I'm making is, that's nothing's changed, Trish. You're still the only woman I've ever loved, and ever will. And I swear on everything I hold sacred that I've never cheated on you, or even considered it -- not once." And working around the country and even the globe, the way I did, often out of town for days or even weeks at a time, as you can imagine, I'd had plenty of opportunity. One stunning little brunette once even dropping right into my lap in an airport bar in Dallas, boldly grasping my face and kissing me hard on the lips, told me she loved the way I looked and wanted me to straight up fuck her. And even offered to sneak me into the can to do it. But I just showed her my ring, and told the truth. That I never cheated -- ever. And why would want to, when I had this little beauty waiting in bed for me every night I was home? Or at least I did.
Getting onto the bed beside her, I lifted a lock of her hair to my face, and inhaled, not even sure how she always smelled so sweet, like a mixture of honeysuckle and sunshine. "And remember when we were dating, how we loved to go the movies? And I'd always slip my hand into your panties and make you come? The wet clacking sounds your pussy made as I finger fucked you, always made me smile, even as the people around us looked at us strangely, wondering what could be making that funny noise. There was no better feeling than bringing you to climax like that. And it always felt so incredibly erotic with so many people around us, to know that while I was teasing an orgasm out of your pussy, and watching you squirm in your seat, that they were totally unaware, and just watching the movie. And so many times, I'd gotten so damn hard fingering you like that, that I'd been tempted to put you in my lap and fuck you in the dark, but since it was more for you, to see you smile and fall apart as you came, I'd always resisted. But nothing's changed all these years later. And I still want you, even now, even after you've thrown me out. I'm still your husband, Trish, and you'll always be my wife."
Sliding my naked body down over hers, licking and nipping as I went, I spread her legs, getting my face right in between them, inhaling the essence that was all Trish, hot intoxicating, sexy as fuck, Trish. I adored my wife, and between her legs was my absolute favorite place in entire world to be. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing sweeter or more perfect, than getting up nice and close to her pussy, either to taste and plunder or just to fuck it silly. We'd always enjoyed an amazing love life, and god, having to endure this past month without her, had I ever missed it, not even sure how I survived.
