The Intruder

“Noooo!” it sounded muffled through the tape on my mouth.  I woke with a jerk, face pounding as I’m sure a black eye was surfacing.   My hands and feet were bound to a the dining room chair also with duct tape.  I looked to the couch about 8 feet in front of me where my husband laid naked on his back, his hands and feet bound, a glazed, half awake look in his eye.

“Oh! Well Good Morning, Princess.” From out of the kitchen the intruder sauntered.  She was completely naked except for the tattoos adorning her perfect skin.  Her right leg had a vine of tattooed flowers trailing from ankle to hip where a large flowering tree grew and branched out  along her rib cage.  If I wasn’t so scared and angry, I may have found it quite beautiful.  Her hair, long and straight hung past her shoulders almost covering her breasts and her eyes were a golden ring of fire.

A Lesson

“Are you ready for your Karma lesson?”  I looked at her quizzically not attempting to say anything through the duct tape though my brain was on overload with the things I wanted to yell at her.

“You may not know who I am, but I am well aware of your presence in my life.”  I could see my husband’s eyes become a little wider or perhaps clearer as he watched her approach him.  She sat naked in front of him on the couch, reached her left hand slightly behind her on his forearm and her right hand went straight to his cock and started rubbing.  He jerked slightly but couldn’t do much.  He still looked dazed.  As I looked at her, her body was near perfect and I was getting more angry.

“You are, however, very well acquainted with my husband, Michael”  My heart quickened.  ”I don’t think your husband knows that you have been cheating on him, does he?”  I looked to him, his eyes were questioning me.  When he tried to say something, she squeezed his cock.  ”Don’t speak Darling, I drugged you slightly.  Be still and learn about what your whore wife has been doing.  Every Wednesday night she has come to MY home and fucked my husband.  I happened upon them one day…saw them through the window having sex on my couch.  I wasn’t sure what to do or if it was a one time thing until the following Wednesday and the one after that.  See, my husband doesn’t know that my classes are over and when I got home early that first Wednesday to find you grinding on him, I started planning.”

I could see the fire in my husband’s eyes.  I tried to say something through the duct tape but it was unintelligible.  She began stroking down and around his shaft and he was responding with a hell of an erection.  The bitch was never good enough for Micheal from what he told me and she’s certainly not good enough for my husband.

“Today, you are going to watch as I fuck your husband.  Instant Karma.  What comes around goes around.”  She kneeled on the couch, still stroking him.  She bent forward to kiss him, her perfect ass in the air towards me.  I could see a hint of wetness around her slit.  The bitch was getting off on this!  I tried to move, but the duct tape was too tight.  She continued stroking him as she leaned a tit to his mouth.  He looked at me disappointment in his eyes, didn’t say a word, and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Mmmmm, good boy.  You have such a nice mouth.  Let’s put it to use properly.”  She pulled her tit from his mouth and climbed further on the couch straddling his face.  ”Enjoy this, Darling, and remember…your wife has been fucking my husband weekly.”  He grunted.  She lowered her pussy to his mouth and his bound hands reached up to the small of her back almost holding her there.  I could see him lick her over and over, up and down as she told him the exact points to touch.  Once he got in a groove with her, he began nibbling.  I knew he was doing it by the way she squirmed.  He had done it to me so many times.

Tears ran from my eyes as I sat there watching the waves of pleasure on her pretty face and seeing his cock towering between his legs.  He licked her more aggressively than he had ever licked me and she responded with a powerful orgasm, making her scream out as he licked her to completion.  When she lifted her body, sliding down to lay atop him, I could see her juices on his lips and face.  Again, I tried to say something, yell something, make my anger be known but everything was muffled from the tape on my mouth.

“Upset a little, Princess?  Your husband has an amazing tongue.” She kisses him.  ”I could only imagine how good he would be if I unbound his hands.”  She began stroking his length again, long slow strokes and I could see him throbbing.  “Would you like to cum, darling?  I think you deserve a turn since your wife seems to get what she wants with my Michael.  Do you want me to fuck you with this tight little pussy?”

The Intruder Gets Her Fill

He turns to me, his eyes more clear now and I could see not only anger, but lust in his eyes.  I don’t think either of us had a choice in the matter, but he turns back to her and simply says, “Yes, please.”  I moan through the tape on my mouth, more tears burning my eyes as she laughs that evil bitch laugh.  She straddles him and slowly starts lowering herself onto him.  His bound hands reach up to her tits, caressing them at first, the grabbing them harder.  Inch by slow inch she slides down his throbbing cock and I can’t breathe I am crying so much.  When finally she is filled completely by his length, she looks to me, then starts riding him.  They are both moaning as he moves his hands to her mouth.  She takes his fingers into her lips, sucking and licking them as she continues grinding on him bringing them both to the brink of orgasm.   His moan is primeval as he thrusts his hips up into her helping her fuck his cock.  Finally he releases and she cums with him, both of their juices mixing as he fills her.  I could see the cum coming out of her pink little pussy each time he withdraws.  When they are both spent, she kisses him and he returns her kiss hungrily.

“Was it good for you, Darling?”  He shakes his head yes.  She slowly climbs off of him, their cum dripping down his cock to the couch.  “I’ll leave that for you to clean, Princess.”  I watch as the bitch slowly dresses, bending once in a while to kiss my husband and he eagerly returns each kiss.  “Now that was your lesson in Karma.  If you come around my Micheal again, you will have a much more meaningful lesson.”  With that, she untapes my husband’s hands and leaves the house.

He sits up and untapes his feet, never looking at me.  When finally he is unbound, he comes to me, untapes only my hands and walks away leaving me there with visions of him and the intruder fresh in my mind.