How it all began. This is based off of a true story, although a lot of the later installments will be exaggerated or completely made up.
Alex got off of the bed, taking a few moments to survey his handiwork. His beautiful wife, Desiree, laid spreadeagled on the bed, hands and ankles tied to the four bedposts. She was sweating from the fucking he had just given her. The black rope and blindfold contrasted with her white skin as her brown hair fanned out about her.
“That was amazing, Alex,” Desiree said.
It had taken a long time to convince her to do this, as Desiree was a very prideful woman. This was the fourth time now, and she was finally starting to get into it. Alex had always had a fantasy of another guy fucking her, however, and finally it was going to happen.
Desiree would have never allowed it though, which was why she was blindfolded. Alex had been dropping subtle hints to his neighbor, Michael, about how sometimes he leaves his wife alone for an hour after tying her up.
Alex only hoped that Michael would take the bait.
Alex sat on the edge of the bed, lightly running a finger over his wife's small nipples. Her B-cup breasts heaved as she drew in a breath sharply. He leaned down and kissed her, while making his phone ring with his other hand. Feigning exasperation, he stood up and 'answered' it.
“Fine, fine, I'll be there in a few.” Alex turned to his wife, though she couldn't see it. “I gotta run to the office, baby. I'll be back in a half hour, probably less.”
Desiree groaned. “Again? Just untie me first this time.”
Alex grinned. Not a chance. “Sorry, Des. I'll be back in a jiff. Love you.” Alex turned, making sure that the video camera was still hidden underneath a pile of clothes, and left the room.
Michael looked up from the lawn mower in his front yard as he heard his neighbor's door slam.
“Hey, Alex. What's going on?”
Alex walked over to the fence. “Not much, Mike.” He dangled his car keys in his finger. “Emergency at work. Gotta go in for an hour or so.”
Michael's eyebrows quirked slightly as he noticed Alex kept shooting glances up at his bedroom window. No fucking way. Michael always thought Alex was joking about leaving his wife tied up, and he felt a stirring in his crotch as he thought about that gorgeous 24 year old lying there helpless.
She had a perfect ass, after all.
Michael quickly thought up a plan. “Hey, I was actually getting ready to come over. I need to borrow some tools. Mind if I grab them from the garage?”
Alex shook his head. “No problem, go right ahead. You know where they are.”
Alex nodded, heart beating in his chest, as he turned, climbed into his car and drove away.
Michael wasted absolutely no time, thoughts of that 5'6” stunner all over his mind. He didn't even bother with the garage. Just waited long enough for Alex to drive around the corner and then he waltzed in through the front door.
He walked upstairs, not even trying to be quiet and walked into the bedroom where Desiree was tied up.
Her head snapped towards the doorway as she heard something. “Alex? I thought you left for work.”
Michael grinned as he undid his belt. This bitch was his, finally. He turned, eyes spying a camera on the desk. Looks like I'm getting some pictures out of this too.
Desiree let out a gasp of breath as she felt her nipple being pinched slightly. “Alex, stop. I don't like this.” She let out another gasp of air as her face was lightly slapped.
Michael ran his hands all over her body, and Desiree felt herself start to get wet under her 'husbands' ministrations. She moaned slightly as a pair of fingers were worked into her tight passage.
He stroked and sucked and licked her as she gasped out an orgasm. Michael lifted his head from her crotch and took a nipple in between his teeth, rolling it around and biting down on it as her body shook.
He moved forward, sitting on her chest. Desiree's face jerked as she felt a dick slap her cheek before he guided her mouth onto it. She sucked on the tip for a moment, moving down and taking half of the length in before pulling back. Michael repositioned his 7 inch dick in her mouth, and grabbed her head with both hands.
Desiree had always been proud of her deepthroating skills. But she had never had a guy push his dick down her throat like that and she started to gag as tears formed in her eyes. Michael drove his dick in and out of her throat repeatedly as Desiree jerked her arms against the ropes holding her.
She sucked in a huge breath of air as he pulled back, only to feel himself position his dick at her folds. She moaned slightly as he sank his dick deep inside of her, and she grimaced as she felt a little bit further stretched out than she normally did.
Michael started taking long, deep strokes in her, soon causing her to moan and reciprocate his movements. Desiree could feel sweat running down her chest as his hips rocked into hers. She started shaking as she felt that familiar heat build up inside of her, only to have it disappear as he slowed down and took shallower strokes.
“More, baby. Harder,” she managed to gasp out. Michael grinned as Desiree bit her lip, her breasts slightly swaying from the motion of his dick. This bitch has no idea. Michael slammed his dick back inside of her, driving the breath out of her as he bottomed out inside.
He gave her a moment to readjust, before he started pounding inside of her as hard as he could. Desiree had always dismissed him, having never been all that fond of him. Well, he'd show her. Michael slammed his cock in and out of her, the sounds of his hips slamming into hers filling the room.
Desiree groaned, half in pain and half in pleasure as she felt him pound her pussy. “Not-not so har- hard,” she managed to get out as her breath was driven out of her.
Michael paused for a moment, grabbing both of her breasts in his hands. They were barely more than a handful, but they were gorgeous.
Desiree groaned, feeling short of breath as she felt the hands on her chest. His entire upper body weight was pushing her deeper into the bed, driving the breath out of her. Michael continued slamming his cock in and out of her inflamed cunt, and she felt the stirrings of her orgasm again. She grimaced as she thought of the bruises she'd have tomorrow on her thighs.
Michael felt her tighten up around her as she moaned out an orgasm, and with one final thrust, buried himself inside of her as ropes of cum shot out of his cock. He sat there for a minute catching his breath before he pulled out of her, and laughed silently to himself as he saw how open her pussy looked, cum leaking from it.
He stood, dressing as Desiree was panting on the bed.
“That was wonderful, baby.” She said. “A little rough, but I came so hard, Alex.”
Michael took a minute to look over his handiwork. Desiree was covered in sweat, her breasts had large red marks from his hands and her inner thighs and cunt were bright red from the pounding they had just received. He turned to leave, and remembered the camera he had seen.
He grabbed it, snapping a few pictures of Desiree as she turned her head towards the sound. “Is that my camera?”
Michael grabbed an old shirt from the pile of clothes, narrowly revealing the video camera that he didn't know was there, and started to dab up the cum leaking from the woman. Desiree jumped as she felt the fabric touch her.
Michael carelessly threw the shirt back on the pile and walked out.
Alex swallowed nervously as he pulled into his driveway. Michael was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he hadn't taken the bait after all.
He walked upstairs, and after hiding the video camera, untied his wife. She took the blindfold off, and glared at him.
“Where the hell were you? It's been over an hour, at least.”
“Sorry, baby,” Alex murmured. He took a shot in the dark. “How was it?”
Desiree smiled slightly. “It was good.” Alex felt his heart jump as she said, “I'm not sure I enjoyed how rough you got at the end, but that definitely belongs in our top ten.”
Alex smiled, trying to control his eyes from darting to where he had hidden the camera. He kissed the top of her head as he put her arm around her. “I'm glad you enjoyed it.”
Desiree sunk further into his chest. “I thought you had to go to the office?”
Alex struggled to keep his breathing even. “I did. I'm sorry I took so long to get back.”
Desiree's eyes shot open as she looked up at him. “O-oh, really?”
“Yeah, I really didn't think I was gonna be gone this long.”
Desiree was silent as she considered the implications. Her mind whirled with emotions. Alex would never forgive her if she told him. He was extremely possessive of her.
Alex couldn't wait to watch that tape later tonight.
It didn't occur to Desiree until the next day that her camera was missing.