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For the first month after my covert affair with Sarah, I hardly slept. I was on constant alert, sure that each day I awoke would be my last as a free man. And yet, there were no knocks on my door. No sirens. No investigations. If social media was a reliable source, then life carried on as normal. The perfect crime.
But sleep still eluded me. In every free moment, my mind wandered to that night. That perfect night. My eyes would close and I could feel Sarah’s hands in my own. I could feel her legs wrapped about me. The heat of her pussy as it milked my cock. Her desperate pleas to be filled with my cum. I would replay our homemade video over and over. The undeniable proof of Sarah’s deliciously deceptive deflowering. The video who’s sequence and soundtrack I had practically memorized.
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It had been nearly 6 months now. I was focusing on work, building new friendships, renovating my house, and even the occasional date. Back to my normal self.
This particular week, however, had been less than pleasant. As part of my home renovation plan, I was reworking the layout of my main floor and designing a modern, open concept kitchen. The contractor had been generally reliable, but the plumbing work did not go as planned. Waking up to flooding across your brand new red oak flooring was not an ideal start to the week, and that’s how I ended up as a temporary roommate to my sister, Olivia.
It was expected to be a short stint, a week at the most, as they fixed the plumbing, dried out the house, and installed new flooring. Better yet, the insurance company would cover temporary relocation costs, which were shared with Olivia. It was a win-win.
My job was mostly remote, so I setup my laptop in her den and made it my temporary home office. It was actually kind of nice – with remote work, my social interaction typically stopped when I pressed ‘end’ on Zoom. However, since Olivia was a waitress, her hours varied throughout the week, which meant that I actually had some company.
Well, at least I would if she wasn’t ALWAYS on the phone. Maybe it was the waitress in her, but she was definitely a social butterfly. I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone talk so much – who’s dating who, who’s sleeping with who, celebrity gossip…if this was my typical life, I’d find it exhausting. However, in short sessions, it was actually pretty entertaining. She would l pace around the granite island of her kitchen all morning, talking for hours on speaker mode for the whole world to hear. As the den was right off the kitchen, this gave me easy access to the local gossip. And if I needed to, I could just close the door and focus on my work. Another win-win.
Olivia had kicked off the day talking through a friend’s boyfriend troubles and her gym buddy’s pregnancy update. I passively listened as I responded to emails and updated this quarter’s financial plan goals.
However, it was the third call that piqued my interest. The sound of Olivia’s ring tone filled the kitchen, followed by an all-too-familiar voice.
“Hey Liv!”
As I heard Sarah’s voice for the first time in 6 months, my heart literally skipped a beat. Maybe even 10. Sarah and Olivia had become close during our 7 years of dating. I wouldn’t consider them best friends, but I’d say they were in each other’s top 3. She didn’t have to, but Olivia asked for my blessing to continue the friendship after we broke up, and I appreciated that. I knew they spoke often, but given the lack of time I spent with my sister, this was one of the rare occasions I actually witnessed it.
I could tell Olivia spoke more quietly as she answered this specific call, perhaps in an attempt to avoid any awkwardness in my presence. “Hang on, just a second,” I heard her say. I could hear her footsteps approach my office space, before she once again spoke at normal volume “Okay sorry, keep going.” I’m guessing she was checking if the door to the den was closed. Her quick glance was deceiving though – while it may have looked closed from a distance, I had purposefully left it cracked to facilitate this new method of entertainment.
My attention had now completely shifted. Phone down, laptop closed. I was hanging on every word that was spoken. Though unsure what exactly I was hoping to get out of this eavesdropping session, the conversation exceeded my wildest expectations.
Sarah seemed melancholy as she spoke to my sister about her sex life. Olivia always had a knack for surfacing the most inappropriate details, something I typically found bizarre, but was beyond appreciative for that skill in this moment.
“I just wish he would take more control,” Sarah complained, “any time we have sex, he just can’t seem to find any confidence. Our wedding night was just so amazing and intense, I don’t know what happened! I don’t think I’ve had a single orgasm since.”
As my sister attempted to console her friend, I nearly belly laughed. Poor Matt. Not only had I stolen Sarah’s virginity, I had apparently also provided her with her most recent orgasm. How pathetic.
The conversation carried on and continued to take an even more unexpected turn.
“Obviously I love him to death regardless, but it’s just been frustrating. We’re going to try to fix it this weekend though – we’re going all out!” she said in a laughing tone.
Sarah then went on to detail how they planned to expand their sexual horizons using handcuffs and viagra – it seems that her cuck of a husband couldn’t even get it up properly these days. Sarah also wanted to try sensory deprivation – recommended by a friend of a friend as extremely enjoyable.
Their conversation took a turn, and they continued to talk about less interesting, unrelated topics. A few minutes later, Olivia unceremoniously ended the call to leave for work.
I was thankful for her departure. Admittedly, after hearing of Sarah’s wedding night satisfaction, and the subsequent lack thereof from Matt, I felt the need to relieve myself.
As the day wore on, I couldn’t get Sarah out of my head. After suppressing thoughts of her over the past few months, the morning’s events proved to be too difficult to overcome. I sat at my desk, thinking deeply. Running through scenarios in my head.
As I was thinking how Sarah and Matt’s weekend plans could intertwine with my own, I remembered something important: Olivia had a spare key to their house.
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It’s 3 days later, and I’m in her house, though not by invitation. How I arrived here, hidden behind the narrow false wall of the master bedroom closet, was a blur. I had spent the previous three days planning – all in my head, of course, to minimize any evidence trail. I had copied my sister’s spare key to ensure it’s absence did not go noticed. I used my knowledge of the home’s layout from when we were dating, remembering the false wall that she mentioned offhand a few years back. I’m not sure if it’s intended purpose was a panic room, or maybe a hiding place for illicit substances. Either way, I could tell that it was no longer in use by the current residents. Perfect.
I had planned my timing based on details overheard from my sister’s phone call. Sarah and Matt planned a night on the town, undoubtedly hoping to end on a high note in bed together. I arrived a couple hours prior, giving adequate time to scout, setup, and hide. I made sure to arrive after dusk, wearing dark clothing while concealing my face below an old cap. Fortunately, they did not have any security cameras, not visible to me at least.
I’ll admit that as I walked through Sarah’s home, it surfaced old memories. I could replay scenes from our past relationship in the exact locations in which they occurred. The couch where we would make out during comically bad old horror movies. The kitchen where I’d practice my terrible culinary skills, much to her delight. And of course, the bedroom where we would ultimately have our worst and final argument.
The last one in particular stung. A younger version of myself always assumed that Sarah and I would end up married. While this precognition proved to be false, it didn’t mean that I couldn’t still have her in her husband’s bed.
Before making my way to the secret closet location, I first setup a few micro-cameras – I would have much more success with eyes and ears throughout the house, especially in the bedroom – along with the cornerstone of my plan. Sarah’s conversation with Olivia yielded a few key pieces of information – the timing, which I had already exploited, the use of restraints – which I decided to replace with my own, sensory deprivation – which I again decided to enhance, and lastly, the use of viagra. Since deplorable Matt was unable to find success with even the most basic male anatomy, I thought it was best to exclude him from the evening. I replaced his viagra pills with roofies.
Then, I waited.
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Nearly two hours later, I hear floors creaking. The unmistakable sound of Sarah’s voice. And not a minute too soon – turns out hiding 2×4 pitch black, makeshift room is not pleasant.
I open the security camera app, activating my eyes and ears. I see Sarah and Matt stumble around their home, a bit inebriated as expected. This should help the evening flow more easily, I hope. It takes them several more minutes, but they eventually meander towards their bedroom. Sarah appears to be putting on an attitude of optimism, while Matt outwardly carries anxiety.
They each take a few minutes to get ready. Sarah freshens her make-up and puts on the exact lingerie from her wedding night – I recognize it because I was the one who peeled it off her virgin body. Matt obtusely applies deodorant and mouthwash, then takes his viagra pill, unaware that it had been switched with a hypnotic. I hope for good fortunes in the timeliness of its effects, as I would prefer not to have Matt’s sloppy seconds.
Luckily, they start with high school grade bullshit. Light kissing. Cuddles. Over the pants touching. It’s as nauseating as it is pitiful. But it buys much needed time, so I cheer them on internally.
But my luck began to wane as they moved towards more adult actions. I’ll admit, for the first time, I was jealous of Matt. Watching him pull off her nightgown to reveal her perfect, pale body elicited a stirring in my own pants. And when he applied the blindfold, I seriously considered barging out from hiding.
But all good things must come to an end, and this was the farthest that Matt would make it with his dear Sarah tonight. I watched through the camera as his vision blurred and his movements became erratic. I imagine he’s confused, unsure why his body has begun to once again betray him. In a last-ditch effort to save the evening, he excuses himself to the bathroom, and my time to act has come.
I quietly open the panel concealing the miniature room within the closet, which is directly connected to the bathroom. Through the crack, I see his body sway. His eyes go before his legs, and for a brief moment, he looks to be sleepwalking, before ultimately collapsing to the floor. I quickly but carefully move his limp body to my previous hiding place, securing his hands with zip ties as a precaution. I take a deep breath, then continue.
I walk into the bedroom, careful to validate the continued existence of the blindfold – an obvious key to the evening’s success. I then notice AirPods placed in each ear. I had my own plans for sensory deprivation later in the evening, but for now, this provided excellent visual and audio cover for my unwelcome presence.
Sarah is laying on her back, nearly centered in their king bed, her head propped up against a pile of pillows. Her legs are folded tight into her torso, resulting in a superb view of her thighs. The tightness of her black panties nearly exposes her pussy on either side. Her matching bra is practically see through, and fails wonderfully in its role of keeping Sarah’s breasts contained. They spill out over the top, while forming a deep valley in between. I fantasize how good they would feel if I were to slide my dick in between.
I’m started by her voice. The headphones skew her perception, and she practically shouts at me.
“Matt!” Sarah whines playfully. “Stop teasing me!”
She thinks that he’s building up the moment. That he’s finally exerting that control and confidence that she so fiercely desires. Had she only known the real truth: that for the second time in 6 months, it would be my cock throbbing inside her, not his.
Before alerting Sarah to my presence, I pull out my phone. My subject is unaware as I take dozens of high resolution photos, capturing close ups of every inch of her shaved pale body. The final shot focuses on the small cross necklace snuggled tight between her cleavage.
In final preparation, I place my phone against her dresser, angled at her bed. A new video souvenir – except this time, no darkness. I will capture her violation in full color.
I join her on the bed, and Sarah is first notified of my presence when my hand brushes across her leg.
“Finally!” she yells in a flirtatious tone. “Get over here and show your wife a good time!”
If her body hasn’t already caused my own physical transformation, her words would have caused me to instantly harden. She’s likely been daydreaming of this moment all week – for her husband to finally step up and satisfy her. Yet once again, Matt is unconscious, while I survey her nearly nude body, preparing to make her my personal fuck doll.
I oblige her wishes and crawl towards her body, spreading her legs as I move between them. They open willingly, and I position my crotch on her own. Once again, the only thing that separates us is millimeters of fabric. I pull her top half towards me, providing access to her bra strap. In a single forceful motion, I unhook it and throw it to the ground, revealing her large creamy breasts. Each is perky, pale, and accentuated by a small pink nipple, both of which are hardened by arousal.
I waste no time and take turns placing each in my mouth, offering a few long sucks. I’m hungry for her body, and I don’t restrain my own aggressiveness. She reacts proportionately to each action, already pleased with the level of control that her alleged husband is asserting. Her headphones continue to cloud her auditory responses, resulting in loud moans. This activates my own natural instincts, resulting in a positive feedback loop of increasingly aggressive foreplay followed by louder moaning.
I manage to remove myself from her tits and push my body forward to her lips. I plant a few deep kisses, which are reciprocated with vigor.
My memory flashes back to our first time together, 6 months ago, on her wedding night. When I stole her virginity, I ensured it was slow, passionate, and gentle. Tonight would be different.
Sarah is completely naked, with the exception of her black bridal panties. I throw my legs over the side of the bed and am now standing, facing her. I remove my own clothing, then move her towards me, spinning her body across the sheets. I pull her off the bed until she joins me, standing on the floor, with blindfold and headphones still in place.
She’s visibly confused and begins to protest.
“What are you -”
Before she can finish, I’ve pushed hard on her shoulders, forcing her to the ground. She buckles to her knees, her face now nearly level with my waist. She opens her mouth to continue her protest, which I use as my opportunity for entrance.
It’s fast and primal. My cock slides past her teeth and makes contact with the back of her throat. She begins to gag, but I ignore it. I’ve already removed my shaft, allowing her brief reprieve, before shoving it back in. Over and over. At first she resists, pressing her hands against my things in an attempt at separation. However, she learned a quick lesson – if I wanted to use her throat, I was going to use her throat.
She begins to understand the terms of her new situation, and works to accommodate my engorged member. I don’t let her find comfort though, as this moment is about my own pleasure, not hers. I control all movement with a tight grip on her ponytail, ensuring the speed and depth matches my needs. For several minutes, I use my ex-girlfriend’s throat without her knowledge. To her credit, once Sarah submitted to my cock, she put in serious effort. What she lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm. And the visual she created would be forever burned into my memory. This beautiful blonde girl, on her knees with her hands on my ass, pulling my cock as deep into her throat as her petite body would allow. Her massive pale tits pressed into my legs as her head bobs up and down, accompanied by a symphony of gagging, slurping, and sucking.
My brain processes this this titillating imagery and my longevity wanes. Thrusts become more intense, more frantic. My balls ache for release.
I pull out momentarily, allowing a quick breath, before driving my dick deep down inside her. I hold her by the root of her ponytail and press with immense pressure to hold her head in place. I’m balls deep in her throat. She’s choking on my thick member, panicking at the lack of oxygen. But instead of fresh air, I treat her to rope after rope of thick cum down her windpipe. My body practically gyrates against her face, using my newfound oral fleshlight to milk every drop of white liquid from my balls. I feel like I’ve cum a gallon into her.
Once I’m satisfied that my orgasm has subsided, I release my grip and she collapses to the floor. Gasping. Shaking. Tears stream down her face, a natural response to her near suffocation. Yet, her face displays delight. The woman who I’ve just throat raped lays on the floor and smiles at me as she speaks.
“That was insane,” Sarah manages to get out between gasps, “I was wondering when you were going to ask for your first blow job!”
I’m dumbfounded. I knew I had stolen Sarah’s virginity from Matt, but I could have never imagined being the first cock to slide between her sweet supple lips. As she comes down off her high, covered in a mixture of sweat, tears, and cum, I pan the camera to capture every detail of her dishonored body. Any remnant of Sarah’s once admirable purity disappeared when she allowed another man to use her throat like a common street whore.
I’m careful to avoid any lull in action. Before there’s a hint of blindfold removal, I usher Sarah to the evening’s finale. I’ve had my moment, now it was time for hers. Thanks to Matt’s viagra, I’m almost immediately ready for round 2.
I scoop up the remnants of her dignity and throw her onto the four-post king bed. I roll her on her stomach and carefully secure each wrist to a steel handcuff, and then each handcuff to the bed. I pull tightly, validating their strength. She’s facing the end of the bed, just in front of the 65″ TV thats mounted to the wall.
I dim the lights, and take the evening’s most major risk. I remove Sarah’s blindfold and remain centered behind her to avoid wandering eyes. The blindfold is immediately replaced with a VR headset, snugly fit around her head. I sync the AirPods that she’s already wearing to give her the full audio/visual experience.
I pull Sarah to her knees while gently spreading her legs apart. It’s quite the sight to see, really, when another man’s wife is unknowingly handcuffed to her marital bed, naked on all fours, while her wet pussy lusts after her rapists cock.
I position myself behind her, adjusting each of us to the required height. I press a button on the remote, simultaneously starting the video on her headset and the connected television in front of me.
As I pull her hips back, my cock slowly sinks into her yearning pussy. She lets out a deep moan as the video fades in to it’s first scene: Sarah is laying on a hotel room bed wearing only panties and a bra. It’s her wedding night.
(To be continued)
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