THE WIMP, HIS WIFE AND ME

It was a wonderful night. True, there was a storm raging outside. The thunder crashing and the lightning cascading down. Inside the house though was a dream come true. I had the most gorgeous woman on top of me. Her name was Sarah. She was about 5"7 and 175lbs. Her brown hair cascaded out beneath her. I was looking into her lovely brown eyes as I fucked her. They showed no emotion. Not even the hate that had been there when I had first subdued her.

B behind me the man in the chair grunted and groaned into his gag as his fucked his beautiful wife. I was not sure if he was moaning from despair or pleasure and I could see from her eyes that his wife was not sure either.

It had all started a couple of months earlier. There’s always an office wimp. You know, the one that is the butt of all the jokes. Norman was ours. He was driving us all mad with his tales of his fantastic wife. How wonderful she was and how lucky he was to have her. He had a picture on his desk which he kissed every morning. She didn’t look half bad actually. Too good for him, but then Doris, our 63 year old cleaner was too good for him.

It was Christmas and partners had been invited to the office party. Most of us didn’t bother. We just wanted to have a good time and get wasted and partners would get in the way too much. He, of course had brought his wife, the lovely Sarah, and was parading her around for all to see.

I had had a little too much to drink and the bravado had built up inside me, so I approached the lovely Sarah to make a pass. After all, surely she must want a real mad after all this time with him. I thought I was being quite gracious, complimenting her on her lovely green dress, which showed of her magnificent breasts off beautifully. I guessed she was about a 36D. She did not seem to mind my compliments and my flirting. However, she was not too pleased when I suggested she dump her wimp husband and come to my car for a quick fuck. She threw her drink in my face and flounced off to her husband demanding he took her home.

A week or so later I was called into the office and given a formal warning. The bastard had complained about me. I decided I was going to bring both of them down a peg or two.

It took about a month to plan. I acquired a small gun from one of my dodgier contacts. I followed the wimp home a couple of times. I staked out the house and noted the comings and goings. They appeared to be a couple of routine. They went up to bed at about ten each night. The bedroom light stayed on for about an hour before they obviously settled down for the night.

The final problem was how to gain access to the house. I was no expert at breaking and entering. One day though, the perfect opportunity arose. Norman left his keys on the desk when he went for lunch. It gave me the perfect opportunity to pocket them and take them to a locksmith to cut a copy. On my way back in I saw them in a cafe. She looked even lovelier than I remembered. My cock grew hard thinking about what I was going to do her in a couple of nights time: and more importantly what I was going to force her to do to me.

The day arrived and I was more distracted than usual at work thinking about what I was going to do. That night it was me that kissed Sarah’s photograph as I left. 

I felt numerous emotions as I let myself into their house. My heart was beating fast, a mixture of fear, lust and excitement. At one point a flash of lightning lit up the entire house and I was sure I would be seen. As I climbed the stairs I had an irrational fear that my heartbeat was so loud that I would be heard. I threw the door to the bedroom open.

The moment of initial surprise was enough to give me the advantage. I whipped out the gun and pointed at them. They were both lay on the bed reading. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and she had on a frilly white robe.

“Not a word” I commanded as Sarah opened her mouth to yell. “You” I pointed the gun at Norman. “Over here” I pulled up a straight backed chair just against the wall and made him sit in it.

I approached Sarah. She flinched as I stroked her face with the gun. “Stand up bitch”

Norman started to object at this but soon quietened when I turned and pointed the gun at him. Sarah did as she was told and I positioned her a few yards in front of her husband.

“Please,” she started to plead. I put my finger to her lips. “No talking” I told her “Not until you’re begging me to fuck you” I could feel them both stiffen at this. This was too much for Sarah.

“Not a fucking chance you bastar...” she stopped as I gave her a hard slap across the face. Her husband was out of his chair. I pounced on him, knocking him to the floor. I kicked him a few times in the ribs then picked him up and put him in the chair. Sarah had taken this opportunity to make towards the door. I put my gun at her husband’s head. She stopped, considering what to do. She sighed as she made her way back to the spot I had positioned her in.

“I’ll need that belt” I pointed to her gown. She shook her head, but changed her mind when I put my finger on the trigger. How she must have hated her husband at the point. Not only had he failed to save her but she was having to do things she didn’t want to do in order to save him.

She undid the belt and handed it to me. I could just make out a hint of the outline of her breasts as her soft pink skin came into view.

“Take it off” She looked at me and at her husband. I am not sure which one of us got the most venomous look.

She sighed as stripped off her last vestige of dignity. Well almost last as she wore the briefest pair of black silk panties. I was more interested in her breasts. They were indeed magnificent. She flinched once more as I moved towards her. I brushed slightly against her chest but did not touch them at this point. I handed her the belt.
“Tie him to the chair” I commanded her. She moved toward him pulled his hands behind the chair and secured them together with the belt. I wondered if she had done this before.

“Tighter” I said.

“I’ll cut his circulation off” she whined. How touching that she was still thinking of him after he had got her in to this situation.

“I don’t fucking care about him” I hissed. She pulled the belt tighter.

“You got any stockings” I asked her

She nodded. I told her to get them. She pulled out a couple of pairs from her drawers. “Tie his legs with them” I told her.

She took the stockings and used them to secure his legs to the chair. My cock stirred as I watched her naked tits bounce as she worked. From the look of his shorts I think hubby was turned on too.

“Just one more thing. He needs some panties to be gagged with” She moved back towards her drawers. I shook my head. She looked puzzled. I pointed to her cunt.

“Those ones” I said. This was the point Sarah broke down.
“No please don’t make me do this. Please” She looked at her husband. “Don’t let him do this. Do something you bastard. Can’t you see he’s going to rape me?”

“Fuck you yes. But perhaps rape is too strong because you’re going to beg me to do it. Now take them off”

She hesitated. Tears streamed down her face. She knew it was useless. She stepped out of her final shred of dignity. Her delicious cunt had a hint of the brown hair that covered her head. She instinctively covered it with her hand. I put my gun to her husband’s head. She moved it and moved toward him. He opened his mouth as she stuffed the dirty panties into it. I gave her the final stocking and she tied the panties into place. She moved back to her original position. I moved towards her and started to rub her tits, looking at her husband as I did so. She moaned. I’m not sure if it was humiliation or pleasure. Perhaps a mixture of both. I put the gun to her cunt.

“OOH please put that down. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Interesting Sarah” I continued to tweak her nipples enjoying the feel of them hardening “How exactly do you intend to be good?”

I noticed Sarah blush as she considered the question and I also noticed the bulge in Norman’s shorts growing increasingly.

“Put the gun down and I’ll show you” she smiled provocatively.

I knew that I now the upper hand. With her husband tied up and her will almost broken I could afford to put the gun down and see what she had in mind.

I put it down on the dresser well out of her reach. She would have to pass me to get it and I planned to have her otherwise engaged.

She stood still at first and began to think she was going against her word. I moved to retrieve the gun and she got down on her knees and started to crawl towards me. She reached my legs and started to unbutton my fly, pulling down my zipper with her teeth.

“I hope you’re watching” I said to the man behind me “because if I find your not I’m going to take her with me and sell her to white slave traders”. I’m nowhere near glamorous enough to know white slave traders and deep down they probably knew it but in their heightened state of fear, humiliation and passion they probably would have believed anything.

“You fucking well watch me suck his dick you bastard” screamed Sarah to her sissy husband. With that she pulled down my trousers and boxers and took my cock in her delicious mouth. She used her soft hands to massage my balls as she sucked the whole of my cock into her mouth. I knew that he was doing I commanded as I heard the moaning emit from his panty gagged mouth. She was good I’ll give her that. What she was doing with a waste of space like him I had no idea. She looked like she was really enjoying deep throating me. I don’t know whether she actually was or not but if she wasn’t she was one hell of an actress. My cock began to swell up and I knew she was getting worried.

“I'll give you a choice Slut Sarah” She moaned a little when I called her that. “You can swallow” she shook her head, “Or you can take it in your mouth and spit it out all over your pathetic husband” I already knew what decision she would make and so did he. He was moaning into his gag making muffled no noises. It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load into her warm wet mouth. She took all the cum she could in her mouth. She moved over to the chair that held her pathetic excuse of a husband and spat my spunk all over his face.

“You deserve that you bastard” she spat at him “You should be trying to escape and protecting me”

I stepped out of my clothes while the exchanges between them were going on. She turned around and gave a resigned shrug as she saw me. She walked over to the bed and lay on it, opening her legs and presenting herself to me. “Get it over with you bastard” She closed her eyes and lay waiting for me. I brought her eyes open with a start by slapping her across her face. Her mock acquiescence had angered me. “I thought this was what you wanted” she was almost screaming, tears welling up in her eyes. I lifted her from the bed by her hair. “Lying there like a mannequin while you think of someone else may do for Norman but not for me” I think I detected a blush suggesting I had given the correct appraisal of the situation. I lifted her from the bed then dropped her down again face down. I took a pillow and slid it underneath her tummy. I took each arm and made to strapped it to the bed head. “What you doing you bastard?” I slapped her arse hard. “You call me a bastard again and I’m going to hurt you bad you understand.” She nodded. “You can call me Master” 

She shook her head furiously. “Noooo. I’m never going to do that. Hurt me all you like” I had to give it to her the woman had spirit. Which was more than can be said for her husband. I moved away from and towards him. She didn’t move, just looked over her shoulder. I picked up the gun.

“No what you doing you bas..” she stopped herself. I brought the gun up in the air making to bring it down across his temple. “Master” she shouted “Ok I’ll fucking call you master.” Oh how she must have hated him at that point. I moved towards Norman and took out his gag. “What do you think I should do with Sarah?”  I asked him. “Fuck her Master” he replied a little too quick and eagerly for Sarah’s liking. 
I pushed the panties back in his mouth. “Hear that Sarah, your husband wants me to fuck you”

“He’s a bastard Master” she said those words like she really meant them.

“Still” I replied “Be ungracious of me not take him up on his kind offer” I turned back to Norman “You ever taken her up the arse Norman?” I did not need an answer from him I got all the reaction I needed from her. “You dirty bastard I mean master I mean please don’t please not there” I had got back alongside her by now and was caressing her soft white arse. I pushed my finger near to her anus and heard Norman gasp into his panty gag. Sarah became frantic “No please Master, please don’t please I’ll do anything, please not my arse” I put my finger on the tip of her anus and started to rub.

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!!! I’ll fuck you. I’ll go on top I’ll make it good. Please just don’t fuck me there”

“Ooh listen to that Norman. Didn’t I tell you she’d be begging to fuck me? “Very well Sarah you may fuck me but you’d better make it good” I grabbed her wrists and pulled her off the bed. I lay down but the opposite way to the headboard. I wanted Norman to have a good view when she fucked me.

Sarah stood up and moved towards me. She straddled my body. She started to play with my nipples. She moved down her hand and started to play with my cock. She was not looking at me any of the time she did this. She was looking at her husband. There was no affection in her gaze. I wondered if he was excited. I certainly was. Her magnificent tits bounced as she worked her hand up and down my stiff shaft. She sat on my crotch and guided me into her warm wet cunt with her hand. It felt wonderful. It took all my will power not to come there and then.

She looked and felt wonderful. Her brown her cascaded about her shoulders as she moved up and down on me. Her tits bounced and she moaned as I reached out to touch them. Rubbing them in full view of her wimp husband. She moaned as she bounced up and down on top of me, but as I looked into her eyes they were cold. She was good, damn good. I moved my pelvis up and thrusted to meet hers. I continued to rub her nipples and pinch them lightly. She started to groan louder and I realised she was in the throes of an orgasm. There she was on top of a stranger, fucking him in front of her wimp husband and she was cumming.

My own orgasm was building. She looked worried. “Please don’t come inside me. We have no protection”

“Fancy that Norm? Your wife having my bastard?. It’s ok Sarah. I won’t cum inside your cunt” she looked relived, but then confused as I threw her off me and face down onto the bed. “I’m going to come in your arse instead” I pressed her down on the bed, taking her robe from the floor and using it to secure her arms to the headboard. “You said you wouldn’t you promised” I picked up my boxers and shoved them between her protesting lips. “You remember throwing that drink over me?” She groaned “This is payback” I licked my finger and shoved it in her arse lubricating her. I followed it quickly with my cock enjoying hearing her muffled screams. “You enjoying this Norman? Fucking her in the place you always wanted to but never dared?”  I took her most sacred place brutally and quickly. Her screams turned to whispers and sniffles. She must have regretted pouring that drink on me now. We both bounced on the bed as I thrusted in and out of her tight white arse. It did not take me long to cum as I had been brewing for it for a while. I waited until every inch of my spunk had been emptied into her arse. Then I flipped her over briefly while I took a picture on my mobile phone. She looked gorgeous, tied naked gagged and helpless. I suspect she had never looked so good. I turned her back on her front and turned to Norman. I pulled his shorts down and saw a bulging erection. “I think Norman has liked the show” I told Sarah. I took another picture, this time of Norman the office wimp with his trousers round his ankles sporting an enormous erection. I then replaced my clothes, except for my boxers which I left bulging in Sarah’s mouth. I moved to Norman and patted him on the head

“Thanks for the loan of your wife. She’s every bit as good as you say. Of course if you tell anyone about this those pics will make their way all round the office.” I bent to loosen the belt round his wrists. “There u should be able to get out of that in about five minutes. The thing I’m wondering Norman, is will you be able to resist just one fuck of the hole Sarah never let you use. I’m going to leave her there as a present for you. With that I left.

Norman and I never spoke of the incident again and Sarah was conspicuous by her absence at the next works function.

I did however overhear Norman one day bragging to his wimpy friends how he and his wife now enjoyed anal sex on a daily basis.