Roger Holmes met Nancy Phelps at a seminar at college. At the intermission she had struck up a conversation with him and he was intrigued by her. Not only was she very attractive, but her mind impressed him as well. After intermission, they sat together and chit chatted through the rest of the seminar and at it's conclusion, they made arrangements to go out that Friday night.
That date led to another and soon, they became intimate. Roger was always fascinated with her body, she had shoulder length blonde hair, a very kissable neck, small, but very pert breasts and a nice flat stomach. Her pubic patch was very meticulously trimmed and formed a vee above her pussy and then there were her legs. He loved her legs, very muscular, but feminine also. They dated throughout college and just before graduation, they got engaged and made plans for an October wedding.
The months between graduation and the wedding were spent job hunting and planning the wedding. Her father gave them a week at a very secluded chalet in a ski resort in West Virginia for their honeymoon and his parents helped furnish their new apartment in town. The big day approached and the two were as in love as ever, and were inseparable, Roger had received a job with a big firm and Nancy had also gotten a job as a teacher. The big day finally arrived and Nancy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen as she walked down the aisle.
The reception was super and they danced and had a great time. About 4, they got ready to leave for their honeymoon, the drive would take about 6 hours. Everyone wished them well as they left the reception and Nancy moved over close to him and they cuddled as he drove. He slid his free hand down and rubbed her pussy through her jeans and she reciprocated by stroking his cock through his. Their attentions soon got the better of them and Roger pulled off in a rest area and Nancy pulled his cock out and lowered her lips to it and slowly sucked it in.
He had chosen a spot away from all the other parked cars and felt safe as Nancy reached in and massaged his balls as she took his cock deeper and faster now. Soon, he grabbed her head and pushed her down on him as he shot his load into her warm, talented mouth. He stroked her hair as the last drops oozed from his cock. "Your turn now," he smiled at her.
"No, Roger, we'll have plenty of time once we get to the chalet, if we ever do," and she laughed. He kissed her and slipped his tongue in her mouth, he could taste the remnants of his salty cum, then he started the car and they were off. His mind wandered to the coming night and the thought of his new wife naked before him. Nancy had dozed off with her head against his shoulder, but she jumped as the car ran off on the shoulder. Roger corrected it and apologized for not paying more attention, and Nancy settled back to her nap.
'Man, it was dark,' he thought as he turned on the road to the chalet. He didn't see any other homes on the road and the driveway caught him by surprise as he braked to avoid missing it.
Nancy woke up again with a start, "Jesus roger, what's wrong with you?"
He aimed the car up the dirt road, "Sorry, baby, almost missed the turn," and he smiled at her. He pulled up front and looked around, it sure was secluded. He left the headlights on until he opened the front door and cut on some lights. Nancy stood on the front porch and he picked her up and carried her across the threshold as she cackled not believing it. He sat her down and told her he would get the bags and she said she needed to use the bathroom and set off upstairs to find it. Roger carried most of the luggage in on the first trip and went back and got the last of it.
As he entered the door, he felt a large smack to the back of his head and he went down, out cold. Nancy made her way back downstairs and was greeted by the pile of luggage by the front door and no Roger. "Roger?" she called out as she went through the rooms. As she entered the dining room, a hand clamped around her neck and another one over her mouth. She screamed, but it was barely audible. Her hands were pulled behind her back and tied as she pleaded with whomever it was not to hurt them. The hands turned her around now and a face came into view, a rough looking face in a gray uniform of some kind.
She was shoved into the living room and onto the sofa, "Try anything and I'll kill you bitch," the man spoke, "Sit there and be quiet."
She watched as he disappeared and soon returned dragging Roger under his arms. "Oh my God! You killed him!" she screamed.
He dropped Roger on the floor with a thud and backhanded her, "I said to be quiet cunt!" he barked at her. He stripped Roger down and put him in a dining room chair and tied him to it and then pulled her up and untied her hands and told her to strip."
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, she wasn't wearing a bra and the cold air caused her nipples to harden, she hoped he hadn't noticed. She stepped out of her shoes and socks and unfastened her jeans and pushed them down and stepped out of them as well and then she stopped. She stood there in only her blue panties, her part of something borrowed, something blue. He surveyed her body, "Panties too," he said.