Mark jumped up when he heard the car door slam. Karen would have, but she was tied down to the bed. “Shit, I think that’s your husband!” Mark said. He grabbed his clothes and bolted, leaving out the back door just as the front door opened.
Karen rolled her eyes, frustrated at the idiocy of her young stud. She had been dying to be “taken” for so long, but her weak husband never had to balls for real role playing. Now this. She struggled against the ropes as she heard the footsteps in the hall. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a story–any story–she could tell her husband to explain why she was tied to a bed in a sexy costume.
“Karen? Are you here?” a voice called out.
Karen felt a wave of relief when she realized it wasn’t her husband, but their neighbor, Adam.
“Jim asked me to drop off the hedge trim…” Adam stopped talking as he walked in on Karen and saw her predicament. “What the hell…” he started.
Karen tried to explain through the silk gag. “I vash trying to suffise Jim. Bud da roffs tighteng,” she lied. She had worked out a complicate knot tying scheme that could explain how she tied herself to the bed.
“Really?” Adam said suspiciously. “You think he was going to buy that?” Adam asked, realizing Karen had struggled when she heard the door open. Karen tried to speak again, but Adam ignored her. Instead, he bent down and grabbed something from the floor in front of the bed.
“Mark Donnelly,” Adam read the work ID from the wallet the young stud had left behind. “I see he works at Whole Foods,” Adam noted. “Handsome young man,” he said with a smirk, turning his attention to his incapacitated neighbor.
“You know, I could leave you here like this,” Adam said, eliciting an angry, writhing complaint from Karen. “That would mean you’d get to see whether your self-tying-knot story would work on Jim,” Adam pointed out as he sat on the bed beside her. “Your husband is not bright, but still, that’s a pretty big risk. On the other hand, I could untie you,” Adam said, eliciting a demanding nod from Karen. “But what would I get out of that?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down Karen’s stocking clad thigh.
“Vaff aboff your WIFE?!?” Karen accused through the gag.
“Sure, you could tell her about this,” Adam admitted. “But then again, how could you without explaining how you came to be tied to a bed on your own?”
Karen’s eyes widened at the realization of her true predicament. Adam wasn’t waiting, his fingers were already rubbing her pussy through her wet panties. “Besides, Mark ran off leaving you in this terrible state,” Adam said. “I wouldn’t want you to be frustrated all day,” he said as his mouth pressed against her warm moist pussy lips.
By the time Adam pulled out his cock, Karen had already cum twice. When he untied her ropes to flip her over, Karen put her hands behind her back, almost begging to be tied again. Adam obliged, tying her wrists together before sinking his cock in her from behind.
