J Bradley - Wife in bondage

"She still isn't home, Burke," Wanda said, slipping her arm about his waist and leading him into the house, her hip rubbing against his. "Now I'm worried, too."

"Thanks, Wanda," he choked, unable to keep his eyes from her lovely figure. He imagined the way she must have looked a little while ago, her thighs parted, her slim spine arched, her hips and beautiful ass shaking with orgasm as she gasped for him to came over and fuck his prick into her slippery cunt.

"I've called the police and the hospital, and there's nothing."

"I know."

"Tish isn't here either."

"I just came from where she is. She's staying with Ann Parker. I thought it best not to interrupt her and worry her." He finally managed to shift his eyes around enough to be looking straight into hers. "She'll be staying there the rest of the night," he choked.

The corners of her exciting mouth turned upward very slightly. "That's best, darling," she said huskily. She slid her hands along his chest to his shoulders, peeling his coat from him.

Burke held his breath. He was an unbelievable bastard. His wife was missing, and he'd just lusted over the sight of his young stepdaughter. Yet, his cock was tingling and throbbing again over the touch and the nearness of his salesgirl.

He fought with the urge, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. He ran his eyes furtively over the sleek body as it moved inside the simple, slinky, belted dress. The material outlined her sharp, thrusting tits, smoothed over the pert roundness of her ass when she bent slightly to lay his coat over a chair.

It twisted across her hip and made the slimness of her supple waist improbably thin. When she stood before him again and looked at him with those deep violet eyes, he wanted to crush her to him.

He wanted to feel her tits pushing against his chest. He wanted to cup her tight ass-cheeks in his hands. He wanted to finally fuck his tingling prick into her silky, exciting pussy and blast all the tension and frustration from his balls into her yielding, absorbing depths.

Luckily, the phone rang. He jumped, staring at it. He didn't recognize until later that she seemed completely unsurprised by the clanging intrusion. "Yes!" he barked into it, jamming it against his ear.

"I've got her, Chidsey," the voice snarled over the line.

"What?" He squinted, as if that would help him hear better.

"I was gonna snatch some jewels, but I took your wife instead, and it's gonna cost you a hundred biggies to get her back."

"What!" he cried again. He imagined for a moment that it was Jack Feeny playing a rotten gag on him, that they'd spotted him under the window somehow.

"You fuckin' asshole, pay attention!" the voice bellowed. "I've got her and I'm keeping her until you pay up, you got that? No cops, Chidsey, or you won't see her any more. And I'll snatch her hot-twated kid besides, you got that?"

Burke stood with the phone to his ear. For some reason, the sight of Wanda's slim body sitting on the couch where Ellen normally sat brought him around.

"How do I know you have her?" he asked finally.

There was a low chuckle that made him shiver slightly. "Just listen, Chidsey. Ever hear a hot-cunted two-dollar whore bang it off before? Listen."

Burke pressed the phone tightly to his ear. Then he heard the trembling moan, the babbling words of orgasmic fever.

"Ohhlihh, don't make me… don't fuck me so… ohhhhhh, God, I'm going to come! You're making me come! Ahhhhhhgh!"

The chuckle returned, low and evil. "With a sweet pussy like that and a mouth that sucks my cock like I've never had it sucked before, you must want her back real bad, Chidsey. Now that we understand each other, I'll let you think about it. Let your cock get good and stiff. You'll hear from me again, asshole."

The line went dead. Burke held it, his mind spinning. That had been Tish's voice. He could swear it had been Tish! Ellen would never scream so wantonly, so shudderingly. She would never suck that bastard's cock so…

His heart thudded.

Or would she?

"Burke, darling, what's the matter? What was it?"

Wanda's slim fingers were taking the phone from his hand. She was standing close again. He looked down at her, as if from a very great distance and yet right next to her, too.

"It was a guy. A mean-sounding guy," he faltered. "He said he had – had Ellen. He's kidnapped her. He wants…" Burke turned his head oddly and looked at her with a strange expression. "They're fucking her, Wanda. I heard her yelling. She was coming." His voice went hollow. "She was having an orgasm, Ellen!"

"He wants what, Burke?" Wanda asked quickly, her voice insistent. "Money? Do they want money? How much, Burke? How much?"

"I heard her, Wanda. She was having an orgasm! She yelled it out that she was coming…" He shook his head. "All these years…" He muttered.

Wanda gripped his arm and turned him back around and hugged her slim body tightly to his, pressing her sharp tits into his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist in such a way that his hands were draped over the round, pert swells of her buttocks.

"Poor Burke," she said. "Come over here, honey, and let me take care of you. Let me take good care of you."

He walked with her, letting her guide him. He felt stunned and betrayed all at once. Having seen Tish told him that there was nothing wrong with Ellen's sex drive.

Hearing her voice quavering over the phone just now told him that either she'd been deceiving him for seven years or that he was as lousy with her as the two guys he'd just watched.

The thought jolted through him. Lori hadn't thought he was lousy. She'd come with him. Had she been undiscriminating and ignorant, just as Tish and Ann were? Was he a lousy fucker?

He licked his lips. He looked at Wanda, seeing the glossy, raven hair, the thrusting tits, the curving hips and ass. She wouldn't be undiscriminating and ignorant. She would know whether he was a good fucker or a lousy one. And if she thought he was good, then there was only one explanation for Ellen's aloofness with him. The reason would rest with her, not with him. It would demand answering.

"Here, baby," Wanda said gently, her voice low and husky. "You stretch out here and lie down and let Wanda make you feel better."

She half pushed him onto the bed. He hadn't realized they were in the bedroom until just now. He looked up at her and saw the way her dress sagged away from her chest as she bent over and undid his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.

He looked into the folds of cloth. He saw the slopes of her firm, perfect tits. They were naked the dress. He could reach right in and fondle them.

He swallowed. Would she let him? Of course, she would. God, she'd been taunting him every day in the store. She'd begged him to come over and fuck her just a little while ago.

"Wanda…" he croaked, his mouth suddenly dry. He could feel his cock throbbing and tingling again, the sensation even more intense now because of the press at his problems.

"I know, darling," she whispered. "Lie back. Let it happen, Burke. Don't try to fight it."

She yanked his shirt open and pulled the tails out of his pants. She stripped it from him and dropped it to the floor. She worked at his belt buckle.

She pushed him back onto the bed, slipping his shoes and socks off. Then she hooked her fingers around the waist of his pants and shorts and looked up into his eyes, her lips soft and moist and pursed in a terribly sultry way.

"It'll be all right this time, Burke," she said softly. "I want your prick inside me. You need to blast everything out of you, and I want it up my pussy, all of it, darling, every drop. If she came with them, then there's no guilt for you to come with me. Oh, darling, fuck me hard!"

She pulled his pants down, over his hips and ass, baring his prick. She looked at it, and her eyes widened with pleasure. He watched her, holding his breath. Her expression made his cock throb and fill to erection.