"Shit!" Leslie yelled angrily as she slammed down the phone. It had been her husband, David, calling to say that he would be home late AGAIN and not to wait up for him. Now the night was totally ruined. She had planned a special evening for the two of them and, the thing is, he KNEW about it. She told him in advance because she wanted him to make arrangements to come home early, so that they could, for once, spend an some time together. And now he couldn't, so she was majorly pissed off!
It wasn't even so much that he was working late. She understood that, as he is a police officer, and it is a regular part of his job. It was just that he couldn't even put ONE day, their wedding anniversary, aside for her. It made her feel so unimportant. She spent the whole day preparing for tonight. She went to the salon and got her hair done in these really sexy long waves. Then she went to the mall and bought a really stunning, really short, really see-through red lace chemise that accentuated her smooth brown skin, long legs and 34B breasts. She had hoped it would drive him insane with lust. She made their favorite dinner and the bastard couldn't even be bothered to show up. Oh, well, she thought to herself, it's no use being angry, there'll be other anniversaries. It's not the end of the world.
She sat and ate her dinner alone. Afterwards, she was sitting in the living room, drinking wine and thinking about her handsome, sexy husband. They had only been married for three years, and already they were acting like an old married couple. They hadn't even found the time to have sex in the last month! She was going crazy and she knew David must be, too.
You know what?, she thought, I'm going to wait up for him. Who said you can't still have an incredible night at 3 o'clock in the morning? I'll surprise him. I'll give hime something to eat, and then I'll fuck him like he hasn't been fucked before.
So she hurried up to their bedroom and put on her lingerie. And even though she was already incredibly horny, she sometimes liked to watch a really sexy movie to get her in-what she called-animal mode. And that movie was Basic Instinct.
She settled herself on the couch and fast-forwarded the DVD player to her favorite scenes. Which were, of course, the sex scenes. One in particular, with Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas. The images on the screen were arousing her immensely. So much so, that she didn't hear the bushes rustling near the window. She touched her pussy and was amazed at how hot and wet and juicy it was. She licked her finger and sighed deeply at how delicious she tasted. She thought about her gorgeous husband and his sexy lips and his amazing tongue and his unbelievably hard cock, and wished that he was home to satisfy her. She was considering masturbation, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a crashing sound coming from upstairs.
Quickly, she got up and ran to the book shelf. Hidden inside a "dictionary" was a loaded 9mm handgun that her husband had given to her for protection. She made her way, fast and quiet, up the stairs (which isn't too hard to do when you're 5'6" and 115 Lbs). She wasn't scared. Her adrenaline was really pumping and she knew what to do. She heard some sounds in the bedroom and swiftly kicked the door open. After all, you can't be married to a cop for a few years and not learn a thing or two.
In her bedroom, she saw a moderately tall man with a mask, maybe 5'10" or 11", dressed in black from head to toe with a muscular build.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?", Leslie asked coldly. He turned to go back out the window. "Don't!" she said, "or I'll be forced to put a bullet or two in you. Put your Goddamn hands up where I can see them. Don't try anything stupid." With that, she quickly reached into the bedside table drawer an pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. She motioned with the gun,"Keep your hands up and back up towards the bed. Lie still on your back and don't move a muscle. If you do ONE stupid fucking thing, you WILL regret it." She handcuffed him to the bed. Once she felt he was secure, she put the gun down and paced back and forth, trying to figure out what to do next. She still had over three ours before her David was supposed to come home. It wasn't even midnight, yet.
"Let's see what we have here," she said. She went to the bed and pulled his mask off. To her surprise, he was unbelievably handsome! Full lips and dark, sexy eyes in a tanned face. She relaxed a little bit, then. "So," she said,"are you going to tell me what you thought you were about to do here?" "Sure, why not?" he replied, "I'll tell you. I was gonna look around and see what kind of jewelry and cash you got around here and then...I was gonna fuck you." He said this last line with a sexy, evil grin on his face.
Leslie burst out laughing, "You were gonna FUCK me? HA! Don't you mean 'try'?"
"No," he said, "I was gonna fuck you. And you were gonna love it. I saw you watching the porno on your couch. I saw you playing with that sweet pussy. Shit, I almost started jerking off right there in the bushes when you started sucking your finger like a lollipop, you little slut. I bet your pussy is wet right now isn't it? Isn't it?!"
She was embarrassed, angry and aroused all at the same time. She didn't know what to do or what to say, so she just stared at him.
He stared right back at her. Taking everything in, he looked at her from head to toe. Her long, black hair, which he wanted to wrap around his fingers and gently pull while he was fucking her. Her full, dark red lips, which he wanted wrapped around his dick. She had those beautiful tits that he just wanted to lick and suck. And he could only imagine what was between those long legs. For some reason, he wanted to make her angry. She looked so sexy with her hands on her hips and her icy stare. "So," he said,"You married? And if so, where's your old man?"
"Yes, I am. And even though it's none of your business, he's at work. You see, he's a COP! Not some idiot night-crawling hood who sneaks into peoples' homes for fun."
