I wanted to be sexy for my husband. He seemed to be off all day, making minimal eye contact at the dinner party and making almost zero conversation. I had no idea what was wrong, but I knew better than to confront him about it. But what I knew was that at the end of a bad day (or a bad week, which I suspected was the case here), he always liked seeing me tied up in a nice black nightgown.
The lace barely covered my cleavage, but left plenty to the imagination. The nightgown opened up near my bellybutton, revealing the bottom portion of my torso. Putting it on already made me feel incredibly saucy. Accompanying it was a black thong that I wore tight against my hips. It’s been a while since we had fun like this. I put on a thick blindfold, then cuffed my wrists to the bedposts, waiting for him to get home from his vague “errand.” I never bothered to ask. Maybe I should have.
When the door opened, I could already feel myself dripping. I couldn’t wait to feel his hands around me. His cock against my pussy. His hot breath against my neck. He walked in and dropped what sounded like a plastic bag.
“Hi, honey,” I said, sultrily. “You like what you see?”
“Oh. Sure. You’re making this easy.” I had no idea what he meant, but my desire overwhelmed all questions I would have had.
“Come on. Take me.”
He then slowly took off my thong. I could barely handle it. My legs were writhing.
“Mmm. Give it to me. Please give it to me.” I couldn’t handle the anticipation.
He then STUFFED the thong into my mouth, immediately drying out whatever moisture I had on my tongue and cheeks. I tried to cough it out, but he just jammed it in further. The only sounds I could make were indignant quiet muffles. He then ripped up some duct tape and stuck it on my mouth. It rendered me pretty much silent, other than the pathetic whimpers I let out. I’d never been gagged before. I wasn’t sure if I liked it.
I couldn’t see or speak. But I could feel. At least I could feel. His hand hovered over my groin, then gently rubbed my pussy. I moaned immediately. Pleasure endorphins washed over me. I arched my back to get more of his touch. I heard him unzip his pants and take off his shirt. He laid his entire weight on top of me. I needed his cock more than ever.
His hard dick then rubbed against my clit. I SCREAMED as much as I could to get him to penetrate.
As he stuck it in, I could hear his breath getting hard. Finally. Yes. My throbbing pussy was tamed by a magnitude. But obviously, I needed more. Much more. He thrust into me. I choked against the thong in my throat. But it was worth it. I needed to cum.
But unlike the usual times, I could feel that he wasn’t taking breaks. Wasn’t going to let me finish. No, I felt his jizz spurt into me completely. He gave a deep breath, then exited my body. I was confused. He had only fucked me for three minutes, tops. I was frustrated.
I moaned for him more against the gag, but he interrupted me:
“Listen. I know the truth,” he said.
I was confused. Was this part of the roleplay?
*Mmm?*
“You’ve cheated with Craig. He told me himself. Told me… all the things he’s done to you. And how you begged him for it.”
*Mmmm? MMMM???*
“Don’t try to deny it. He’s shown me the texts. I know what your true colors are.” There was only one problem: I had never cheated on him. I never so much as laid eyes on another man. I tried to tell him the truth, what must have been fabricated texts, how Craig was certainly a liar and that he had made me uncomfortable on many occasions. Of course, the dirty underwear and tape that blocked my lips prevented any communication.
*MMMMMMMMMPPHHHHHH!!!!!!!! MMMM!!!*
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll have a new life. I just can’t stand to look at you anymore. Hey, I’m sure this is something you wanted anyway.” I heard him snap a picture with his phone.
*Mmm??*
“This is what’s going to happen to you, Jennifer. Two men are going to come here and place you in a case. Don’t be afraid. You’ll have plenty of air in the box. It’s specially designed. You’ve been sold to the highest bidder, and whoever takes you in I’m sure will take care of you. You’re whoring out will be rewarded. You’ll be fucked by some guy who liked your body enough to pay out.”
I felt the burning in my throat as the tears began to well up but were blocked by the gag. I needed to explain to him that Craig was not to be trusted. I was living my dream life. This couldn’t be happening. Just then, the front door opened. Footsteps into the bedroom as I felt hands on my body, strong enough to carry me as I kicked, writhed, and screamed. In my head, a wave of things I wanted to say, but couldn’t: *FUCK YOU. Please listen. Please. FUCK YOU. I need you. Honey, I never lied…*
They threw me into a little box, only enough space for me to keep my head down and my knees bent. I screamed all I could, but the noise that came out could barely be registered. Then what I felt was the lid shutting over me, and the sensation of being bumped around in a vehicle.
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