Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

"And how long have we been seeing each other?" Candy asked, trying to control her temper. She realized then that her sister had been seducing Stan all the time. And Mandy had, cleverly maneuvered her into trading husbands! She had actually thought it was all her own idea!

"Year? Year and a half. Who keeps count? Or do you? Am I so good that you put little check marks in your diary?"

"I don't keep a diary," Candy said, then stopped. She didn't know if Mandy kept one or not. She, Candy, never had. It seemed silly to her. She could remember each and every man she had ever fucked. The memory and the warmth remaining in her pussy were all that counted.

"Sure you do. But the hell with that. Let's fuck before I have to go home and face her. You keep me good and tired out. But you understand me in ways she never could."

"Do you ever fuck with Candy when you get home?" Candy asked, suddenly suspicious. She was thinking this might be why Stan was never able to perform more than once. Her cheating sister had worn him out before he got home!

"Hardly ever. You keep ma worn to a frazzle."

"I don't think I'm in the mood today. Go home to her and…"

"And nothing. I want you and it's not like you to tell me no. That's the not tonight I have a headache routine. I don't dig that."

Roughly, he grabbed her and pulled her to him again. She felt his prick rising up against her leg. Stan had never acted this way with her before! And this was only because he had the twins confused. He thought she was Mandy!

"No!"

"Yes! And I mean it!" He crushed her lips with his again. She tried to push him away and found she couldn't. He held her too strongly. He kissed her lips and then worked back along her jawline. She could have found this incredibly sexy if she hadn't been so mad at her sister and her husband.

Stan and Mandy cheating on her! The very idea that she wasn't able to sexually keep her husband happy galled her. It was a challenge and she had failed. What was it about her twin that appealed to him more? Candy couldn't guess.

"Get out!"

"Fuck!" he roared.

He tossed her down to the floor, the soft carpet absorbing some of the impact. She groaned and tried to sit up. He came swarming over her, the cord from the drapes in his hand. She had seen him rip the sash cord off with a savage jerk, but she never expected him to try and tie her up.

Stan? The gentle, quiet man? This wasn't the man she had married. This was a stranger, a man of unbridled sexual needs. She barely recognized him. In spite of her anger, she felt herself beginning to get hot and wet in the pussy. He was so forceful, so dominant. He made her feel like, a woman, and that was something he had seldom done since they were married.

"Bitch," he snarled. "Try and fuck me over when I've got a hard-on for you, huh? I'll show you." Quick loops of the cotton cord around her wrists firmly secured her hands. He tied the rope to one leg of the heavy sofa. With two more jerks, he had equal lengths of cord tied around her ankles. Each foot was tied to a different leg of the piano. She was bound, spread eagled on the floor, totally helpless and completely at the man's mercy.

In spite of the way he raged, Candy was beginning to get hornier and hornier for him. This was the man she should have married. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it. The idea of being with him caused her cunt to overflow its juices. "Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped.

He had a pair of scissors in his hand. Without a word, he dropped to his knees beside her and began cutting off her dress.

"No! That's a brand new skirt!" she protested. He took no heed and kept the cold metal blades flashing along her thighs. She cringed away as the metal touched her soft skin. He dragged the sharp point along her leg just enough to draw a shallow gash. The blood welled up and then flowed down her leg.

"Why're you doing this?" she cried out. "I-I'll do anything you want, Stan. It… it's me, Candy! Your wife!"

"No more of those silly fantasies of yours, Mandy. I know my wife and she's still out shopping. Probably fucking the sack boy at the grocery, if I'm any judge. I want you and you're going to take all of this and like it!"

He ran his zipper down. His prick snapped to attention. For a long minute, Candy couldn't take her eyes off the man's prick. She had seen it a thousand times, felt it in her pussy, fucking slowly, gently. This wasn't his prick. This was a mighty pillar of hard manmeat. Her eyes opened in fright. It was puffed up bigger than she had ever seen it.

"No, please, Stan, I am Candy. Really. Really!"

"Lying bitch," was all he said.

His boner jerking and dancing around in front of his crotch, he continued to cut off her clothing. She was soon reduced to only panties and bra. He took savage delight in snipping off her bra and exposing her naked tits. The look in his eyes made Candy feel small and pitiful. She groaned. Never had she felt like this. She was usually the one calling the shots, the one in charge.

No longer. Stan was in command and knew what he wanted.

"Those panties offend me," he said, the metal blade of the scissors pressing into her belly.

She tried to writhe away from the cruel punishment. She found she couldn't. The ropes, binding her hands and holding her legs split so far apart, prevented it.

Closing her eyes made it even worse. There came a snick as the blades cut the band of her panties. She cried out involuntarily as the cold metal touched her cunt lips. He was cutting directly along her gash with the scissors.

"Why are you torturing me like this?" she called out. "Why? What have I ever done to you?"

"Bitch. Cunt! Your very presence offends me. I must show you how to act toward a real man."

She saw his prick jump and buck with added lust. There was no doubt in her mind that Stan was going to fuck her. No, she mentally changed that. He wasn't merely going to fuck her. He was going to rape her.

Rape her, his own wife! And he didn't even know it! She would have laughed if she hadn't been so close to crying. Fear and horror at the helplessness of her situation wracked her.

She cried out again when he ripped away the panties from her crotch, exposing her naked gash.

"See! It's ready for me! I knew it would be. I'm going to fuck that sucking pussy like it's never been fucked before!"

He rolled on top of her, his weight pressing her down into the carpet. She struggled, pulling hard at the ropes on her wrists. She couldn't budge them an inch. She was going to have to take whatever Stan did to her.

She gasped at the feathery brush of his prick across her cunt lips. The electric jolt rocketing all the way up her spine shocked her. She hadn't realized she was this turned on by what was happening. It seemed so bizarre, being aroused by the rough treatment. Cindy realized that she had never expected Stan to be so dominant, so commanding. He was the one in charge and that surprised and aroused her.

She screamed as his prick drove mercilessly all the way up her cunt. Her fuck juices had oiled her pussy, but not enough. The dry prick tore and ripped at her cunt walls. The man didn't seem to take notice of her discomfort. The look of stark pleasure on his face astounded Candy.

She hadn't thought that Stan was capable of enjoying the simplest pleasures of fucking. How wrong she had been! He was able to get his rocks off all right – with her twin sister! No wonder he was never able to fuck like she had wanted him to in bed. He was too worn out from sticking it to Mandy!

"Fuck me," she said weakly, her voice hardly more than a squeak. "Fuck me good."

"I will. When I'm ready."

She quivered. His prick felt bigger than life. She knew that this change was due to the subject of his fucking. He thought she was Mandy and responded more. The way his prick forced hard at her cunt walls made her wonder if he might not really rip her apart all the way to the chin. But she was resilient. Her cunt walls slowly expanded to take the added girth of Stan's fuck stick. And when she was able to comfortably surround his prick, she felt more pleasure than she had in years.