"Yeah."
He nodded, then got up, walking back to the bedroom door.
"Now that you…now that you have me like this…be honest, are you…are you going to rape me?"
Frank stopped in his tracks. He turned around and looked taken aback.
"What? No! Of course not!"
"Why not?" I said.
To my humiliation I was almost sobbing. But Frank was super hot—I could see his muscles bulge through his form-fitting black turtleneck. And I loved the way his eyes almost danced when he looked at me.
"Why not? Why would you expect…look, Terry and me, we're just burglars, all right? Honest. Nobody's going to hurt you. You weren't even supposed to be here today."
Nobody hurting me is the problem. Maybe I want someone to hurt me just a little. Maybe I'd like it. Maybe that would teach Jim a lesson.
"But I am here," I said. "And you have me helpless and handcuffed to the bed. And if you fuck me, I…I won't tell on you."
"Listen, you really don't need to bribe me with sex. No one's going to hurt you. We're honestly just here for the safe."
"The safe? What safe?"
He narrowed his eyes at me.
"What safe? Your husband's safe!"
I almost laughed. My husband didn't have anything valuable enough to keep in a safe. His favorite possession was probably the TV, which I was kind of hoping these guys would steal, come to think of it.
"We don't have a safe," I said.
"That you know about?"
"No, I mean, I know for a fact we don't have one."
"Maybe he installed it while you were out."
"I'm a housewife, Frank. I'm here all the time. So I would know."
"A housewife?" He said, looking baffled. "Terry?"
"What?" Terry replied from the distance.
"Get up here."
Terry came scrambling up the stairs. He had his gun out and pointed it around, like he expected to get attacked at any time. When he saw me handcuffed to the bed, he put it away.
"What?"
"She says she doesn't have a safe?"
"Well the bitch lying. It's probably hidden behind something in this room."
"She says she's a housewife too. And have you looked around the place? I'd believe it."
Terry looked around and narrowed his eyes at me.
"You are Tara Patterson, right? Steve Patterson's wife?"
I laughed and shook my head. "No. That's…wait, you mean double-dildo panties inventor Steve Patterson?"
"Yeah…I guess," Terry replied, exchanging a confused glance with Frank.
"Isn't he like a millionaire?" I asked. "You think he'd live in a shit-hole like this?"
The two men exchanged another confused look.
"I thought it was weird," said Frank.
"But…this his house," said Terry. "I Google mapped it. Yo, check it. 227 Cloverfield Street."
"He lives on Cloverfield Crescent, you jackass!"
"What? How the fuck is I supposed to know that man? You said 'street'!"
"I said 'crescent'!"
"You did not!"
"I did too!"
"Boys?" I said. "Now that we've established you're in the wrong house, what are you planning to do with me?"
"Do with you? Bitch, we ain't killers. Yo, when yo man get home?"
"Not until six o'clock," I said. "That's eight hours from now."
"Then he'll find you," said Frank. "Look, um, you need the toiler before we go?"
"Go? What?"
My mind raced. What was I doing? What was I thinking? I didn't want them to leave.
"No," I said.
Frank nodded and then turned.
"Come on, let's go."
"Wait," I said, desperate.
"What?"
"My husband never fucks me anymore."
That stopped them both dead in their tracks. Both men turned and looked back at me.
"Uh…what's that got to do with anything?" asked Terry.
"Well…you've got a girl tied to the bed here. You've got hours before my hubby gets home. Sounds like your plans are a bust anyway…are you sure you boys don't just want to knock off the rest of the day and…you know. Stay awhile?"
"Stay awhile? Bitch, is you craz—we are two bad dudes in masks. I have a gun. I pointed it at you. We are not nice people. Why would you tease us like that?"
Because I'm desperate and horny, I thought.
"Look, lady. We're not those kinds of thieves—"
"Don't you 'lady' me. I'm not that much older than you. And it's not like I'm calling you 'rapists'."
"You literally just asked me if we were going to rape you three minutes ago."
"I know. I know that, but…you guys…you seem like nice guys. And you're both kinda hot. And I'm hot too…if you open my housecoat, you'll see."
They exchanged a weirded-out look.
"I'm willing," I added. "Fuck, I'm desperate. I thought…I thought by now I'd at least have a kid of two to raise, you know? But I can't get pregnant because my husband never fucks me anymore…I'm alone all the time…and he doesn't…he doesn't even like me anymore. He treats me like…like I just don't matter…"
To my humiliation, I had trailed off into a sob. The two men just look uncomfortable. This was not how I envisioned having to seduce a couple of home invaders.
"Why won't yo husband fuck you? He gay? Because girl, I don't need to take off yo housecoat to see you fine."
"You…really think so?"
"Uh…yeah…sure…"
"Thank you."
"Girl, yo husband either gay, or he got a side chick."
I shook my head.
"He's not gay, and there's no way he's having an affair."
"Could have fooled me. What makes you so sure?"
"Because he's five-foot-seven and two hundred and fifty pounds."
"Oh, good god. How'd he get a fine piece of A. like you?"
"Ten years ago he was a lot thinner." I sighed. "And nicer."
"Look, la—eh—what's your name, anyway?" said Frank.
"Maggie."
"Listen. Maggie. I'm real sorry about your husband and all. But uh…this still doesn't feel right. You sure you're not under duress or having a breakdown or something?"
I laughed.
They both exchanged a look like they thought I was crazy. Maybe I was. But maybe I was experiencing euphoria from a moment of rare clarity.
"I've never wanted anything so bad in my married life. Just…please…hear me out. One of you come here, open my housecoat. Take a look at me. And know that I'll do anything—and I mean anything—you guys want. I give really good head, and I fuck like a porn star. And you can even hurt me if you like because I'm into that."
The two men exchanged a look, then nodded.
"Okay," said Frank.
Frank walked up to me and then paused above me.
I looked up at him, helpless. I wanted so badly to be taken. My breathing picked up.
Frank reached for the sash of my housecoat and pulled it open.
Feeling exposed, since I was wearing nothing underneath, I got goose bumps all over. I bit my lip waiting for their assessment of me.
"Wow," said Frank, looking almost stunned.
Terry stepped up to the bed to look down at me too.
"Dayum, woman," said Terry. "You crazy hot."
I felt my pussy get wetter with the two of them gawking at me like that while I was cuffed to the bed. I began involuntarily moving my hips. I wanted so badly to be fucked.
Frank, looking almost hypnotized, started running a hand along my cheek.
I purred and rubbed my cheek back up against his hand like a cat trying to pet itself.
Terry began running his hand up and down my leg, driving me hornier by the minute.
"Frank," I said softly. Almost a whisper.
"Yeah?"
"Will you please kiss me?"
He looked hesitant for just a moment, but I could tell he really want
ed to. It had been so long since I'd been kissed.
"You can keep your mask on, if you like," I added. "But if you show me your face, I won't tell on you."
He kissed me, and I kissed back passionately. And it was all the tenderness I'd been missing from those ten years of marriage. Jim had never kissed like this. This man—Frank—could kiss.
Terry kept petting my legs, driving me wild with desire. He was slowly working his way up, but not quite reaching my sex. I couldn't tell whether he was just shy or teasing me deliberately.
But I just put all of that lust into the kiss with Frank.
"Terry, you can tie my feet to the bed posts too if you want. There's rope in the closet over there."
Terry smiled and went to the closet to get the rope.
I continued kissing Frank.
Frank may have been wearing a balaclava, but he didn't look frightening, especially not his eyes. He looked like a man I could trust. So did Terry, for that matter, despite his tough-talk.
Terry finished tying my feet.
"There, how's that?" he said.
"I think I'm totally at your mercy now, boys."
"I'm getting hot," said Frank.
"You can take your mask off. I swear I won't tell anyone you were here. No one will even know you were here."
"Your back door's busted up," said Terry.
"My husband won't notice. I can probably get that fixed before he goes back there again."
"I still say we keep our masks on," said Frank. "For now. But…"
Frank doffed his shirt.
Oh…my…god, was Frank ever built! He had chiseled pecs and a six-pack and everything.
"Oh my," I said, pleased. "You must spend a lot of time at the gym for a burglar."
"You like this, huh?" said the sexy white guy, almost cocky.
"I do."
"Oh yeah, how about this?" said Terry.
Terry whipped off his shirt too.
Terry was skinnier and taller. And black, obviously. But he was just a muscular. And just as hot.
"Fuck," I said, driven wild by the feel of their hands on me and the sight of their sexy muscled torsos. "You're both so hot!"
"I feel the same way about you, Maggie," said Frank.
"Frank," I panted. "Can I please suck your cock?"
Frank didn't hesitate. He began hurriedly unzipping his pants.
"Dude," said Terry. "What if it's a trick? What if she bites you?"
Then Frank hesitated and looked at me expectantly.
"I won't," I said. "And why would I? You guys are so hot."
They exchanged a look.
"Beside, you could always just shoot me," I added morosely.
"Hey," said Frank, touching my face. "No way is either of us shooting you. Like you say, why would we? You're so hot. And Eager. And we want to please you too, right Terry?"
"Yeah, a'ight. Anyway, this ain't even a real gun, look. It's a water pistol. That jagged end is where the orange tab used to be."
I had to laugh at that.
"Are you serious? Maybe you boys shouldn't be burgling homes. I…I can give you guys money if you need it."
They exchanged another enigmatic look.
"But…please…Frank, please will you let me suck your cock? And Terry…you can…you can do anything you want down there. Finger me. Eat me. Fuck me. All three. I want you to."
Both men took their pants off and were now effectively nude but for their shoes and masks.
Finally, I could see their cocks.
Frank's cock was big. Much bigger than Jim's ever got. Plus he was way harder than Jim ever got, and it just seemed to stand at attention.
Terry's cock was even bigger. He really did have that big black cock down there. It was almost too big, and I was a little worried he might tear me up with it. But I was in no position to back out now.
Unlike Frank, Terry vigorously stroked his cock.
"You both have such beautiful cocks, boys," I said. "And you're both so big!"
"Don't worry," said Frank. "We'll be gentle, right Terry?"
"At first," Terry said, and chuckled.
Frank brought the tip of his cock to my mouth.
I licked it sensually.
I felt Terry's fingers work their way up to my pussy.
My eyes almost rolled back in my head. It felt so good!
I took in Frank's glans, and sucked sensually while we maintained eye contact. It was like we were still kissing, only with a more intimate part of his body.
Frank kept touching my cheek with one hand and teasing my nipples with the other. He was being so sweet.
"Mmm," I purred.
Frank was just so hot, and being so nice. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him.
Terry crawled up the bed with his face towards my pussy.
I gasped as I felt his tongue first tickle my clit.
Terry began expertly circling my clit with his tongue. He definitely knew what he was doing down there!
I began moaning helplessly while trying to concentrate on sucking Frank. But it was tough because Terry was about to make me come!
"Are you coming already?" asked Frank.
"Mmm-hmm," I moaned.
"Me too," said Frank. "You okay with swallowing it?"
"Mmm-hmm!" I almost screamed onto his cock.
"Shit, you have such a pretty face," he panted, in the throes of passion. "Your husband does not deserve you. He should worship you. That's what I'd…oh god…"
Frank blasted a geyser of semen into my throat. I gulped it all down greedily and sucked as best as I could, barely able to concentrate between two massive orgasms. I think the first had just ended. But with the things Frank said, combined with the feeling of his cum in my throat and Terry's expert tongue on my pussy, I came again.
Frank held my face tenderly, helping guide us both down from our powerful orgasms.
Frank pulled out and gave me one last tender kiss.
I panted and tried to calm down, now that Terry was also giving my pussy a break.
"My turn now, I think," said Terry.
Frank pulled away from the kiss and smiled at me through his balaclava. It was still kind of a tease because I could tell he was handsome underneath it, but I couldn't quite make out his face. Maybe I'd never know what he looked like.
"You ready for me, girl?" said Terry, vigorously stroking his massive cock.
I bit my lip as I looked down at him.
"Mmm, yes, come here."
"Y'all got any condoms around here?"
"No," I said. "But I'm clean. I trust you are too."
"What if I get you pregnant?" he said.
"Oh," I said.
I had assumed he'd be taking my mouth, as Frank had. I bit my lip again at the thought of him getting me pregnant.
"It's fine," I said. "Just…pull out before you come in me."
"A'ight."
Terry climbed on top of me and then was above me.
I looked over at Frank, who seemed content to just sit in the chair, still naked, and watch. I looked back up at Terry.
"Kiss me?" I said.
Terry kissed me a little more vigorously than Frank had. It was less tender, and more animalistic. But still just as sexy.
Terry took the tip of his cock and teased my pussy with it. Slowly, he worked it inward. Before long, Terry was filling me with his huge cock, and pumping into me slowly.
"Mmm, you nice and tight, girl."
"Unh…you're so big," I moaned.
He was so big it hurt a little. But just a little. And it felt amazing!
He fucked me while gazing down at me with his powerful eyes. I felt like I was his prey, and he was devouring me slowly.
"Do you want to gag me?" I asked.
"Yeah, kinda," he said.
"Here, I got it," said Frank.
Frank went to the bedside table and dug around in it, producing a red ball-gag.
This allowed Terry to keep fucking me while Frank got it fo
rced it into my mouth, then fastened it tight behind my head.
"Fuck, girl, I'ma bust a nut," said Terry.
"Fuck, look at you," said Frank. "All cute and gagged like that. You're going to get me hard again."
"Aww…" I swooned.
I assumed I'd only get to bring each of them to orgasm once. I didn't think they might be interested in a second round, but then again…we did have all day!
"Fuck," grunted Terry, fucking me hard with his big black cock.
Terry made a face of pure masculine power as he came hard. I felt a big geyser of warm cum shoot into my pussy.
Oh shit…I realized. He just came inside me!
I didn't even care. I loved it. And that, paired with Frank hovering above us, waiting for his turn to fuck me again drove me over the edge. I came hard, and thrashed against the bonds which held me to the bed, shrieking into the gag.
This is how to make a girl feel wanted, Jim! You tie me to the bed, gag me, tell me I fill you with lust and then fuck me silly!
Terry calmed down, slowed his pumping into me, and then finally pulled out.
"Shit, girl, I wasn't supposed to do that, was I?"
"I'pf opay," I said through my gag.
"Okay? Bitch, you realize I'm black, right? You get pregnant, unless yo husband got a black uncle, ain't no way you gonna convince him it's his baby."
"Well, I'm hard again," said Frank. "We can try to dilute your chances a little. If I come in you there's only a fifty-fifty chance it'll be half black."
"That makes sense," said Terry. "So there's really only a quarter chance then."
"Of course I'd probably be increasing the overall chance you get pregnant."
Also, Frank and my hubby may both be white, but they look nothing alike.
"I bom'p care," I said. "I wamma puck more!"
"You wanna fuck more, huh?"
"Mmm-hmm!"
"Well who am I to turn down such a sweet, beautiful girl?"
Frank climbed on top of me and slid his cock in. It slid in so easily now that I'd just fucked Terry. Frank's cock was still big, but not quite as big, so it didn't hurt at all. It just filled me up and felt nice. It was a nice break from Terry's, though I liked the feeling he gave me of almost bursting.
Terry watched from the chair as Frank made love to me again.
Frank took his time with me this time, ramming me slowly and steadily, and lovingly petting my face. It was slow, and tender, and it felt like making love to a really sweet boyfriend—but the kind who breaks in and ties you up when your husband's away.
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