Some background on us. I'm your typical 45-year-old white guy. 6 feet tall, 195lbs. Nothing remarkable about me. My wife is slightly younger, 40 and is an amazing looking woman. She's 5'7, was a stick figure when we got married, originally 118 lbs but now after four kids is 135 lbs. Her breasts were small when we started dating, originally a 32 A, but now they are a beautiful 34C. She has curves in all the right spaces and let me tell you something those curves drive me wild. I always thought skinny is what I liked but I was so wrong. Curves are where it's at.
It was a normal day at home but wouldn't stay that way for long. I had taken the day off from work for my mental health, the boys were at work and the girls had been sent to their grammies house. The plan was to do some cleaning up around the house and if I got lucky, a booty call with my wife. I was wearing khaki shorts with a belt on and a t-shirt. Jenn was wearing her tight jeans, black lace panties, black bra and a white tank top.
Suddenly, I heard a knocking downstairs on our door. I went into the kitchen and looked out the window and didn't see anything. Jenn asked me who was here, and I said I don't know and went down the stairs to go see who it was. There was a white guy, in his mid-30's, standing there knocking on the door. I opened it up and said can I help you and he said yes you can and pulled out a knife and showed it to me. He said let's go inside the house. I froze and he said we can do this the easy way or the hard way. If you choose the hard way you won't like it. I just want some cash and valuables and then I'm outta here.
I started walking up the stairs wondering if I could protect my wife and how she would react. I got to the top of the stairs, opened the door and there she was waiting for me and then saw the guy behind me, and she asked me who he was. Before I could say anything, he said his name was John Doe because he was here for our dough. John then said maybe I'm also here for some pussy too. Jenn was about to run to call the cops when he showed her the knife. He told her he'd hurt us both before the cops even got here, which is true because we lived in a small rural town.
John motioned for us to go into the kitchen. He asked if we had some duct tape. Jenn said yes, it's on the hutch. John said to go get it and then pointed his knife at me and said sit in the chair. He then had Jenn duct tape my hands and legs to the chair. I wasn't going anywhere. Jenn then looked at him and said are you going to duct tape me to a chair.