Brian quietly closed the bedroom door and descended the stairs, feeling very satisfied with how things had gone so far. Linda was bound, naked, gagged, and literally in the dark as to what was happening. His plan was simple -- invite Mat Davis, a colleague from Harrington Sports, where they both worked in the accounts department, to the house. Linda would hear another male voice, and he hoped, she would find it arousing and it would set her adrenaline pumping.
Brian would lead Mat to the bedroom next to the couple's own bedroom, letting Linda hear their approaching footsteps. He would return a borrowed video game console to Mat, who would then leave the house. Linda, unaware of exactly what was going on, would be left in suspense and excitement.
Once Brian was certain Mat had left, he would return to the still-bound and waiting Linda and have sex with her, and in her blindfolded state, especially after hearing the footsteps and voices, she would have no idea who it was that was with her. The element of surprise and suspense was vital to this role-play being a success.
Brian was just going over the plan in his head for the umpteenth time when the doorbell rang. Brian checked the time, glancing at the wall clock as he got up from the sofa where he had been sitting. Right on time. Perfect, he thought; he had only had to wait five minutes since leaving Linda, and he had been anxious to avoid leaving her tied up for long. However, when Brian opened the door, he was surprised and disappointed to see two men standing on the doorstep instead of one. Standing beside the tall, bearded Mat Davis was the slightly shorter, more muscular figure of Jon Martin, the charismatic sales director of Harrington Sports.
Brian got along well with Mat, they both worked in the same section of accounts, and although they didn't see each other outside of work, they often sat together and talked during coffee and lunchbreaks. On the other hand, Brian knew very little about Jon Martin. He had seen him occasionally when Martin had visited their office, but he and Martin had never spoken, and when he was not visiting clients, Jon Martin was based in the UK headquarters in London, which was sixty miles away.
Quite exactly why, Brian couldn't say, but he had an instinctive dislike of the smooth-talking, immaculately dressed Jon, who always radiated an air of unshakable self-assurance. That quality, so essential for a successful salesman, didn't sit well with Brian. Moreover, Jon had within the company, a reputation as a 'ladies man,' with rumours suggesting he had had his way with every female employee at Head Office at one point or another.
Mat recognised the look of disapproval on Brian's face. "I hope it's all right bringing Jon along.
Brian sighed inwardly. This was not in the plan, and Jon Martin's sudden appearance had taken him completely by surprise--he had no idea that Jon and Mat knew each other socially. However, he welcomed them inside. "No problems finding the house?" he asked.
"No, your directions were perfect," Mat replied. as he glanced around the hallway. It was the first time he had been in Brian's house, and he was naturally curious.
To continue with his plan, Brian informed them that the game console was upstairs. "Follow me," he invited them, leading the way to the staircase. However, just as they were about to climb the stairs at the end of the hallway, the doorbell rang once more.
In response to this unexpected interruption, Brian made an instant decision with far reaching consequences for both him and Linda. With Jon and Mat already at the bottom of the staircase, Brian turned and headed back towards the front door, calling over his shoulder, "It's the bedroom on the right at the top of the stairs; the door is open, and the console is on the table."
Brian opened the front door to find Mrs. Bale, his diminutuive, elderly, and frail next-door neighbour, standing in front of him. Apparently her cat had gone missing yet again, and she was wondering if Brian had seen it. Meanwhile, Jon and Mat had reached the top of the stairs. Mat collected the console, while Jon stayed on the landing.
While he waited for Mat, Jon noticed the other bedroom door was slightly ajar.
A draft had come up the stairs when Brian had opened the front door to Mrs. Bale, and the door catch--which was broken--had allowed the door to open just a tiny bit. It was the smallest of gaps, but just sufficient to attract Jon's attention. Curious, he gave the door a gentle nudge to open it wider, and he immediately saw the figure of a naked, bound young woman spread eagled on a double bed. Mat, console in hand, turned to see what had caught Jon's attention, and the two men gazed silently. for a moment, transfixed by the unexpected scene.
It was Jon who broke the silence, as he whispered an order to Mat, "Go back downstairs and cover for me; get me ten minutes."
Mat was horrified. "Mr. Martin, I..."
"Mat, don't argue, just do it." Jon commanded
Mat recognised that Jon Martin was determined, and he knew from bitter past experience that it was unwise to go against his wishes, so he nodded reluctantly, and proceeded to slowly descend the stairs, wondering how he could successfully cover for Jon's absence.
Left alone with the naked Linda, Jon moved quietly closer to get a better look. Standing by the side of the bed, his eyes gave the woman a once-over. She was, indeed, very pretty. He ran his fingertips very lightly up the inner thigh of her left leg, causing Linda to shiver and strain at her bonds. He continued running his fingertips all over her, touching, and fondling. Jon knew from long experience where to touch, and how lightly, to get the best reaction.
Jon climbed onto the bed beside Linda and began kissing her long, slender, pale neck, while his fingers moved down between her legs, exploring her intimately. He started a slow, circular rubbing of her vulva with his fingers, while his lips kissed her neck and shoulders.
Linda started to respond to his touch, slowly writhing, her moans muffled by the gag.
Linda had no idea for sure who her lover was. Surely, it was Brian playing one of his games, and yet somehow, things felt different. Jon's touch sent electric shocks through her skin, as his index finger entered her, rubbing her clitoris with expert precision. Her hips rose to meet him, desperate for more. But just as she reached the peak of pleasure, Jon cruelly withdrew his hand, leaving Linda writhing in frustration, groaning her disappointment, her hips still thrusting upwards, seeking the elusive finger. With a triumphant smirk on his face, Jon undid his trouser belt, pulling down his trousers and boxer shorts. She was his for the taking.
Quickly climbing on top of Linda, his cock poised at her wet entrance, just pushing the glans very slightly inside, The young woman pushed her hips up, but for a moment he held off, teasing and taunting, before finally thrusting inside with force. Linda's body reacted violently, her back arching and a muted cry escaping through the gag in her mouth. Jon began to pound into her ferociously, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through Linda's body. She could feel his balls slapping against her as he took her hard and fast, Linda's earlier fears and anxieties were lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
The man's hard, relentless pounding and the pulling of her wrists and ankles against the ties, caused the bed to creak with each thrust, the room filled with the sound of creaking, flesh slapping against flesh, and Linda's unintelligible groans and moans. Sensing the woman was getting close,. Jon reached under her body, and pushed a finger into her anus. Suddenly, Linda shuddered, tremors surging through her; she had never orgasmed during sex before, but the unique circumstance and the manner of this moment had aroused her like never before.
Her vaginal muscles gripped his shaft tightly. He groaned and thrust faster, harder, his body tensed, and then, with a last deep, slow thrust, he came.
