He woke up suddenly, feeling very uneasy. Something was wrong. He lay there, very still, listening. It was quiet—almost too quiet. Still, something had awoken him. Was there someone in the house? He strained his ears but heard nothing. Satisfied there was no cause for concern, he soon fell back to sleep.

 Again, he was awoken by noise from downstairs. This time, he was sure of it. It sounded like something was being dragged across the floor downstairs. After he had instructed his wife to call the police, he quietly ventured down the staircase.

When he reached for the light at the foot of the stairs, he was pushed roughly against the wall. "Keep quiet." The order had come from a masculine, slightly familiar voice. "I'm sure you don't want any harm to come to that pretty little wife of yours." He was roughly pushed into a hard kitchen chair. Of course, he knew he had heard something being moved; it was the chair. "Don't Move!" The command was growled out as he was pushed onto the hard kitchen chair. His arms were roughly pulled behind him, and his hands were bound.

The intruder stood above him, smiling at his predicament. He looked familiar. Had they met before? He was sure he had seen him before. But where?

"Is there anyone else here?"

"No," he lied.

"What about your wife?"

"No."

He hoped the intruder hadn't caught his quick glance upstairs. The man actually laughed. "Really?" He leaned over him, ordering, "Keep quiet." And then, "Don't Move!" He watched him turn towards the stairs. Fearing for his wife's safety, he immediately felt the pangs of guilt. She was a good woman and had been a great wife. A wonderful homemaker and a very hot lover. But lately, he had been consumed by his work and ambition, pushing her aside. Now, as he watched the stranger climb the stairs, he was genuinely concerned for her welfare. Where the hell were the police?

He strained to hear what was happening upstairs. He heard laughter. Was that his wife? What could possibly be funny? And where were the police? He stared as the stranger made his way down the stairs, shirtless. What the fuck? He was even more shocked when he saw his wife descend the staircase.

She was ravishing. She was wearing black thigh-high stockings, making her long legs look even longer. A black lace thong just covered her ginger mound. A red leather corset barely contained her ample breasts. Her long, shiny red hair flowed down over her back and shoulders like flames.

He stared in disbelief at the vision of seductive beauty standing before him. He grew firm as she straddled his legs and sat on his lap, her green eyes sparkling as she brought her cherry-red lips closer to his, so close he could feel her breath before she backed away. The scent of her perfume filled his head, and he longed to touch her. She leaned over, her breasts in full view, before she whispered in his ear, "You had your chance." She laughed teasingly as she turned on her spiked heels and walked into the stranger's arms.

He watched helplessly as the man kissed her passionately and then spun her around so she was in full view. The stranger's hands roughly grabbed at her breasts. As he watched, his wife leaned into the other man's chest, reaching back to pull his head into her neck. She moaned loudly as his hand slid between her thighs.

Finally it occurred to him; this was no random home invasion. They were not being robbed. The police would not be coming. They were never called. How long had she been planning this? Why? Of course, he knew why. He was the reason why. He had ignored her and put his needs, his work, and his ambition first. This was her payback. He couldn't even be angry with her; he deserved it.

How far was she going to take this? "Stop!" he yelled. They looked up for just a moment and laughed. She walked over to him and once again sat on his lap, straddling his legs. Her lips were swelling from his kisses, her emerald eyes flashing, inflamed by passion. He could smell her sex, even before he could feel her heat. His cock was swelling, straining against the boxer shorts he'd slept in.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Shh, be quiet. Don't Move!"

"Fuck you," he snarled, trying to escape the ropes around his wrists, struggling to get out of the chair.

"No," she hissed, "I'm going to fuck him." She leaned in as if to give him a kiss, but then placed a finger on his lips instead. "Don't Move!"

He was seething as he watched her sashay back to the handsome stranger, locked in a hot kiss before she trailed her lips down his chest and torso. Her hands reached for his belt and zipper. He stepped out of his jeans with ease, turning towards her. Damn! He was built like Adonis, this stranger standing in the foyer, flashing him an infuriating smile.

His heart stopped as he watched his wife take the stranger's huge cock into her hands while his hands loosened the ribbons from her corset and dropped it to the floor. Her thong was ripped off next. She turned and walked towards him, going behind the chair. His first thought was that she was finally going to untie him. But then he felt her wet pussy rubbing against his hands. She backed away, and he tried to stretch his fingers out to touch her. Immediately he felt the pressure of her teeth on his shoulder. "Don't Move!" she warned.

Her hips swayed as she returned to the stranger and dropped to her knees. He was mesmerized as he watched his wife hungrily devour the other man's thick cock. His own stiff rod was standing at full attention now. He began oozing as he watched her licking the man's balls. His wife stared right at him as she took those large, full balls into her mouth.

He wanted to scream at her, "Stop! "come suck my cock. Come lick my balls." But instead, he sat tied to a chair, unable to move, watching his wife give one hell of a hot blow job to a perfect stranger. FUCK! He'd never been more turned on in his life. It felt like his tight balls might explode at any moment.

He continued to watch as the stranger grabbed his wife's head, forcing her even closer as he began to fuck her face, groaning loudly as he dumped steamy ribbons of cum into her hungry mouth. When he released her and pulled away, she walked back to her husband. She straddled his legs, dripping moisture from her hot pussy. As she stared into his eyes, she leaned forward, giving him a hot, wet kiss, her mouth still full of another man's seed. And then she turned away.

He stared at her as she walked wearing nothing but those spiked heels and lace-topped stockings. He watched as she plunged her tongue into the other man's mouth. His cock stirred in his boxers as he saw her lifted in the air and impaled on that huge phallus. She fanned the flames of his desire as she rode her lover as the man moved closer so he could watch his hot wife enjoying another man.

He fought against the ropes that bound him. He wasn't angry any longer. He was turned on and dripping with precum. He was enjoying the show. He loved watching his wife fuck another man. His eyes were locked on the show. Up close and personal, he could see everything. He no longer wanted it to stop. What he really wanted was to join in.

The smell of sex was heavy in the room. His ears were ringing with the sounds of her moans. He watched her riding her lover; he wished it was him she was grinding that tight pussy into. He knew his wife was about to cum, her screams confirmed it. The sound was enough to set his own dick into fountain mode.

She gave him a wink and a sly smile after hearing his groans. She glanced down at the mess in his lap, and her smile broadened. She rose from her penile perch for a moment to walk over to him. She straddled one knee and jumped it with her dripping pussy.

The stranger had moved the chair even closer now and bent her over it. He stared as that huge cock entered his wife's hot pussy. She was being fucked relentlessly, deep and hard. And she was loving every minute of it. He couldn't avert his eyes from the sight of that huge cock pounding his wife like a jackhammer, grunting with every thrust. He was even more turned on when he saw him pull her hair so hard her head snapped back. His body tensed as he pulled out of her depths and sprayed ribbons of cum all over her lower back and ass.

He stood and pulled her back into his thick, muscled arms for a passionate kiss. Then he turned and began to dress. She walked back to her husband once more. She climbed onto her husband's lap and snuggled into his neck. He looked back and saw she was asleep. He leaned over, kissing her softly on the cheek. Smiling at the husband, he winked, and repeated, "Don't Move!"

Then, he walked away, closing the door behind him. Walking to his car, he smiled and repeated, "Don't Move."