After getting Mr. Novak's text I couldn't sleep. I paced up and down the living room of my parent's home early into the morning pondering what would happen the next day when I showed up for work. His wife wanted to confront me. Should I even go? I would obviously lose my job. Would she sue me for endangerment of her daughter? Could she even prove that? My head spun as I worried about what would happen. I finally decided to just go and face them both. I would obviously have to end things with Mr. Novak and accept that my job was over. This decision made I finally slept for a few short hours before it was time to get up.
I awoke the morning of the confrontation and carefully put myself together in the hope that I could exude confidence. I showered and shaved, before rubbing lotion across my body. My nipples firm and erect under the ministrations of my hands. I was surprised to find that I was relaxed enough to be aroused with all the anxiety I had pent up about what was coming. I just hope they don't say anything to my parents, I prayed silently as I selected very blasé clothes from my closet. Eventually I ended up in jeans that did not hug my curves too tightly and a hoodie. I dried my hair quickly and glanced in the mirror as I swiped on some light make-up. Deeming myself respectable enough, and yet not too obviously so, I let myself out of the house and quickly drove the distance to the Novak's.
The day was cool, and it was sprinkling rain when I arrived, parking in the driveway, and sitting in the car for a moment, collecting myself. Finally, with a deep breath I got out of my car and ran through the rain to their front door. Where I normally would have let myself in, I chose to knock instead. Sophie, the cleaning service woman, admitted me. Mrs. Novak called my name from the formal dining room, and Sophie followed me in. Mrs. Novak was immaculately dressed in her usual work attire, a sleek grey pencil skirt, and silk blouse which delicately showed off her curves. She sat at the head of the expansive cherry table, her hands in her lap.
"You may have the afternoon off Sophie. " She said in a low voice, her eyes never moving from where they held mine, as I stood in the doorway.
Sophie, who had moved to the side board to dust, turned to look at Mrs. Novak, "Are you sure Ma'am?" at the formal term I could see the vein in Mrs. Novak's forehead twitch, but she surprisingly held it together.
"Yes, Sophie. We will see you again next week." Neither Mrs. Novak nor I moved as Sophie collected her things and left through the front door. As the door slammed shut behind the maid, the house fell into a deep silence. Slowly Mrs. Novak raised her hands from her lap, carrying in them the small silver revolver she held. She smiled as I stiffened at the sight of the gun. She set it leisurely on the table, the sound of the metal striking the wood echoing through the house. She placed the gun directly in front of her, barrel pointing directly at me. She left her right hand to linger near it, and gestured with the left for me to sit at the foot of the table. I was still frozen, staring at the gun, and finally she spoke, "Please don't make me use this so soon, just sit down."
Numbly I moved to sit where she wanted. Once I was seated, she smiled at me, and leaning forward slightly she asked, "Katie, do you know what I do to people who betray me?" I shook my head. "I destroy them, and you, you have committed the ultimate betrayal. You not only slept with my husband, but I trusted you with my daughter. You WORK for me." Her voice was leveled, controlled. I would have almost preferred she be hysterical, assuming she didn't have a gun... I could run for it I suppose... Does she really intend to kill me? I wondered.
As I pondered my options, she stood up, and carrying the gun with her walked slowly towards me. She was barefoot and moved silently across the wood floor as she spoke, "Do you know what's even worse, Katie?" She asked, running her fingers across the metal of the gun, before bending down to stroke my face with the cool tip of the barrel.
"My husband hasn't touched me in months. He doesn't want to give me any more children. Do you know how that makes me feel, and then when I find out he is screwing tramps like you, in OUR bed?" She rimmed my lips with the barrel of the gun, and traced it along the side of my face and neck; I shivered, and swallowed hard.
"That wasn't rhetorical." She growled, when I didn't respond, pressing the nose of the gun into the hollow of my cheek until it dug into my flesh. I tried to pull away, but she leaned in closer, "It makes me hate you. You little bitch." She whispered in my ear, "and I should kill you. I was planning to. But after considering my options, I think instead, you can do me a considerable service. In exchange, I'll let you live. How does that sound, whore?" I nodded my assent, as I realized I had been holding my breath while she spoke, and quickly gulped in air.
"Good." She said smiling, and straightening herself. The scent of her perfume lingered where she had leaned in to speak to me. "Then these are the rules. If you break them, I will shoot you. Do you understand?" I nodded, and she smiled at me, "The rules are as follows: You must do exactly as I say, exactly when I say it. You may not speak to me or to anyone else in this house, and neither you nor I will ever speak of this again." As she finished listing the rules, she walked back over to me and bent down to look me directly in the eye, "Nod if you agree. If you don't, I can always shoot you."
I nodded quickly, my face earnest. "Excellent. Then we begin." She then moved behind me, and pointed the gun at me.
"Stand up." She ordered, and I did quickly, pushing the chair in behind me, incredibly frightened of what she was planning.
"Go upstairs." She ordered, and followed me, the gun still pointed at my back, as I did. At the top of the stairs I paused. "To the master bedroom". She continued. At this point the panic came back afresh, my heart was pounding in my chest, and did she want me to sleep with her? What was this woman doing?! Mrs. Novak had always been tightly wound, but this was absurd.
The door was closed and locked; she stepped around me to unlock the door and kicked it open. "Go in." She said, gesturing with the gun. As I stepped into the room, she followed me, shutting the door quickly behind her. The room was completely black, she had hung a thick blanket over their huge picture window, blocking out the rainy day. She spun me around physically to face her before ordering, "Strip. Completely."
As slowly began to take my clothes off Ms. Novak would trace each newly exposed patch of skin with the barrel of the cold gun, as I slipped off my bra she took particular relish in circling my nipples. I was surprised at how quickly they became erect. Could I really be so turned on when scared out of my mind, standing in the dark with this maniac?
I slipped my panties off and was then standing fully naked in front of her. She turned me back towards the bed, and flicked a switch to her left. The mood lighting in their room fluttered on dimly. But nothing could prepare me for what I saw.
Mr. Novak laid spread eagle on his back, his wrists and ankles secured to the bed with thick spools of cord, completely naked. His head was propped on some pillows, and as my eyes moved up his body, I observed the ball gag in his mouth. He moaned a little as he saw me, his eyes moving quickly back and forth from me to his wife. I couldn't even imagine what he was thinking. Or how long he had been lying there like that, but undoubtedly the gun was involved in getting him into that position.
His wife allowed me a moment to take in the scene before she jabbed me in the back with the barrel of the gun, urging me towards the bed. "Give my husband a blow job." Still confused as to her goal, I stumbled towards the bed, climbing slowly onto the bed between Mr. Novak's legs.
I used my hands to caress his outer and then inner thighs, tracing small circles with my fingers and scraping lightly with my nails. I could tell he was already getting erect despite his state of distress. I leaned forward and trailed my breasts across his chest, abdomen and thighs as my hands moved to his cock and began cupping and squeezing his balls, and stroking his shaft. I then leaned down and began kissing the inside of his thighs, teasing him by tracing my tongue right up to the base of his cock before backing off. Finally, I ran the tip of my tongue up the thick vein in his cock, swirled it around the head, and then took the head into my mouth and began to suck him slowly into me, my fingers gently kneading the base of his shaft as I sucked him deeper and deeper into my mouth. As I worked diligently at Mr. Novak's quickly hardening cock, I could hear his wife moving behind me, I wanted to turn and see what she was doing, but I knew if I strayed from my task she would shoot me.
Finally, I had taken Mr. Novak all the way into my mouth and began to fuck his cock with my face, my lips tight around his shaft as I thrust up and down on him; his hips began to quiver, rising as much as they could to meet my mouth given his bonds. The salty taste of his smooth precum glossed over my tongue. My hands were now gently squeezing his balls and ass as I sucked him and as I felt them tighten I knew he was ready to cum. At that exact instant his wife ordered, "Pull off him so he can cum on your chest." I immediately did as I was told and only a second later he squirted wave after wave of hot sticky cum onto my breasts as I continued to pump his cock with my hand. When he had finally softened I sat back and licked the cum off my hand, unsure of what to do next. His wife approached me quickly, "Don't move." She ordered. Then, she very carefully used her hands to scrape all of his cum off my chest and into a small plastic cup. As her hands massaged my breasts in their attempt to retrieve every drop of his precious seed, her motive became clear to me. She was using me to get his sperm for a baby. While this idea struck me as absurd and rather horrifying, I relaxed a little on the inside. Now I could go right? I had fulfilled my purpose?
But Ms. Novak had greater plans for me. As she capped the cup and moved to set it on the mini-bar across the room she ordered quietly, "Get him hard again. I don't care how." Unsure of what to do, I moved so I was straddling Mr. Novak, I began to massage his upper arms and chest, sure they were sore from his tight binding, I kissed across his chest, and sucked each of his nipples with my mouth, all the while grinding my own erect nipples into his chest, my firm breasts dragging slowly back and forth across his broad shoulders. After a little while, I felt his cock begin to grow hard against my thigh again, and I began to grind my wet, exposed pussy against his growing cock. I knew giving him a blow job had turned me on immensely, and I wondered briefly how Ms. Novak would feel if I fucked her husband to get him hard. I turned and glanced at her out of the corner of my eye.
She had partially undressed in the corner of the room, and was standing there in only a champagne colored slip. I could see her bra and panties lying in a pile with her skirt and blouse. She still held the gun in her hand as she watched us. I wondered if watching me with her husband made her wet. I knew I was hot at the idea of this sexy woman watching me as I slowly pleasured her husband. Soon I decided to throw caution to the wind and just go for it. My pussy ached to have Mr. Novak inside me. I raised myself up and back and guided his cock into my swollen aching pussy, I moved slowly at first, loving the feel of his thickness stretching me. I also wanted to see if Mrs. Novak would object, but she said nothing, and I continued to go up and down, slowly taking more and more of his thick cock into my pussy until he was fully inside me. I began to fuck him, timing my thrusts with massaging my clit, and my other hand which was squeezing my erect nipples. His cock continued to grow inside me as he became more and more aroused, and soon I was moaning, so close to coming despite the volatile situation in which we fucked. As I felt my orgasm rising inside me, I turned to see what Mrs. Novak was doing.
She stood by the side of the bed, as if mesmerized, watching her husband's thick cock, wet with my juices and his precum, fucking me hard. In and out. In and out. Her hand had moved between her legs and I knew she was fingering herself, though I couldn't tell the difference between the scent of her sex and my own. The sensation of her watching us, as well as Mr. Novak's cock pummeling my tight, tight pussy was enough to send me over the edge into my own orgasm as my pussy clamped tightly around his member, I came hard, but I knew he wasn't aroused enough to come inside me.
The orgasmic haze was just clearing as I still moved up and down on Mr. Novak's cock when I felt the cool barrel of the gun against my shoulder. "Get your clothes and get out." Mrs. Novak ordered. In a daze, but thrilled to be free, I hoped of the bed, promising I would call the police from the car. I then grabbed my clothes and quickly pulling on just my pants and my hoodie, ran from the room.
The last thing I saw of either of them was Mrs. Novak, slowly pulling her slip off over her head and climbing onto the bed to take my place, her tight naked body lowering over Mr. Novak's still hard cock. His naked body strapped to their huge, white, bed, as she moaned in pleasure, and he strained against the ties and his ball gag.
That was the last anyone ever saw of the Novak's. While I called the police, when they arrived the house was abandoned, and there was no evidence of what had happened. The house was packed up by a discreet moving company, and soon sold. Rumors circulated that they had moved for work, to be nearer to their families, etc. But no one ever knew exactly what had happened. I kept what I knew to myself, scared though I was, I still got wet just thinking about it.
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