Why, I was cramming my hairbrush in my pussy and sucking on a candle, thinking about him.
Jesus, what an idiot I am!
Well, at least he owes me an apology, she thought. He should come over here and tell me he's sorry. Yes, that's right. If he comes over here and apologizes, I just might forgive him. And then, we could start all over. My way.
She sat there, half expecting a knock on the door. When it didn't come, she realized he wasn't going to apologize.
Well, why should he? After all, she had gone over there, gawking at his crotch like that. Practically wore a sign around her neck that said: Rape me.
And he had. Like any man would have. He wasn't to blame at all. She owed him an apology.
Smiling at her logic, she stood up and walked into the kitchen. With some difficulty, she managed to cut the bonds around her wrists. She then reached into the liquor cabinet for a bottle of wine as a gift. Something she should have done in the first place.
However, she would wait for his wife to come home first.
She cleaned herself up and put on fresh makeup. Then after checking her reflection in the mirror, she sat in the chair by the front window and waited for Nancy to return. As she looked out the window, she felt her palms grow sweaty as they wrapped around the neck of the wine bottle.
In a way, she felt a little like Pandora, about to open a box, yet she knew she couldn't stop what was about to happen, even if it turned into a disaster. And she couldn't argue with the fact that she had had a climax, even while tied up and humiliated like that.
After Nancy drove up some ten minutes later, Sharon gave the woman a few moments, then made for the front door. She walked out into the bright morning sunlight and felt her knees go weak.
CHAPTER THREE
The door was opened by one of the prettiest brunets Sharon had ever seen. Petite and fragile-looking, the woman gave the impression of being active even when she was still. Her dark, chocolate brown eyes darted quickly over Sharon's form, barely resting for a second on the upturned breasts.
When she saw the woman, Sharon lost all her courage. She was about to thrust the bottle of wine into her new neighbor's hands and run away, but Nancy's smile kept her glued to the spot.
"Come on in," the woman said, moving aside. "Brad has told me a little about you."
Sharon flushed and lowered her eyes, wondering exactly what the woman's husband had said.
"I… I brought you a bottle of wine," she said weakly.
"Come on in," Nancy said, "you can help us dunk it."
Ushered inside, Sharon felt more ridiculous than ever. Still, she seemed to be drawn to the young couple. When she sat down on the couch, Brad entered the room. He lifted his eyebrows when he saw her, then shot his wife a quick glance.
"Guess who's here," Nancy said to Brad. "I was afraid you might have scared her off." She then turned to Sharon. "He can be pretty cool when he wants to."
Sharon's mouth felt dry as cotton, her heart was pounding in her throat. Obviously Brad hadn't told his wife anything about what had happened. Somehow, the idea excited her more than ever. It was as if the two of them shared some precious secret.
"Well, let's try the wine," Nancy said, getting glasses.
After drinks were poured, then refilled, the atmosphere warmed. Sharon felt her muscles rein, felt more secure. She even toyed with the idea of giving Brad some sort of message to come over and see her when his wife was away again.
"My husband tells me you're a fantastic cocksucker," Nancy said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I… I beg your pardon?" Sharon gasped, spilling her drink.
"Oh, not to worry," Nancy said. "Brad and I are very liberal. In fact, we were so liberal, we got kicked out of our last apartment."
Sharon didn't know what to think. Had she heard right? And if she had, what did the woman mean, anyway?
"Liberal?" she asked, searching for the first word she could utter.
"Sure," Nancy explained. "Twosomes, threesomes, bondage, water sports, you name it."
Christ! Sharon thought she was liberal! And here this woman was talking about stuff she hadn't even heard of. And right in front of her husband! If Sharon said something like that in front of Ron, he'd probably deck her.
"I see," she spluttered, turning red. Clearly, she didn't see at all.
"Care to make it a threesome?" Nancy said. "There's nothing I like better than eating pussy while I get fucked."
Sharon felt as if she'd been slapped in the face. Surely the woman hadn't said that she… ate pussy! That was… well, abnormal.
"No," she said, swallowing hard. "I… I think I'll just finish my wine and…"
"Suit yourself," Nancy said, then she stood up. She looked toward her husband, and smiled. "Mmmm, baby, all this wine and talk about fucking has made me horny as hell. Come on, fuck me?"
"Let's go," Brad said, standing and touching his wife's outstretched hand. "See you later, Sharon."
Sharon's mouth dropped open as she watched them pad toward the bedroom. It was like a dream, an insane dream. They didn't even know her, and simply got up and walked away to the bedroom, for Christ's sake!
To fuck!
"They're crazy," she whispered, finally standing up.
She was about to leave, when she heard Nancy scream out. The woman's yell was filled with what seemed to be a mixture of pain and ecstasy, stopping Sharon in her tracks.
What in Christ was he doing to her?
She wanted to leave, but something held her. She had to find out what was happening. And anyway, it wouldn't hurt just to look, would it?
She cautiously moved down the hall and stood outside the bedroom. What she saw caused her chin to drop.
There lay Nancy on the bed, her arms and legs stretched wide, making her body look like a big X. And she was tied up! Ropes were wrapped around her ankles and wrists, attached to the frame of the bed.
And between her legs was her husband, his ass pumping up and down savagely. His balls were sliding up and down the insides of her thighs, his cock grinding wildly in and out of her cunt. As he stabbed het, the room filled with smacking noises.
"Faster, you bastard! Make it hurt!" Nancy shouted, her face contorted with anguished desire. "Ram it to me… poke my pussy wide open."
Sharon was mesmerized as she looked at the woman's expression. Could it be that she really enjoyed being tied up like that? Her wrists and ankles were raw, almost bleeding.
"Screw it all the way in, you cock sucking whore," Brad growled. "Do a fucking good job or I'll bite your damned tits off."
"Do it," Nancy begged, thrusting her hips upward so hard she almost knocked him off her trembling body. "Bite me… tear into myths! Fuck me! Yes, yes… just like that."
Sharon realized they were way out of her league. Christ, she felt deliciously evil just to go out and find a strange man or two, and fuck more or less in a conventional way.
But those ropes!
What if he really hurt her? she wondered. I mean, how could she get free? Why, he could do anything he wanted.
The idea fascinated her. As if she were viewing a willing rape or something.
"Oh, my God," she murmured, feeling her pussy tighten. Her eyes went again to the area of their smacking crotches. Cock in cunt, balls slipping and sliding over smooth tanned flesh.
"Come on over and join us," Nancy said, seeing Sharon. "Mmmm… it's great!"
"No," Sharon said, again feeling foolish. "I'll just watch."
Watch? Christ, what am I even doing here! She felt her pussy begin to throb like it never had before. It was almost as if a tiny hand was inside her, delicate fingers slipping over her greasy cunt walls. She squeezed her knees together to drive away the sensations, but it only made it worse. She realized she was coming dangerously close to having a climax.