And Jill Came Tumbling After

Author's note:

Although this story features Laura and Kevin Taylor, the main characters in Revenge and The Observatory, it is not a sequel. No need to read those stories unless you get curious about their earlier adventures.

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It was midnight. Flames from the family room fireplace provided the only heat and light on a cool October night. My wife Laura and I were lying on a roomy leather sofa not far from the fire. I had already discarded my clothing. Laura was wearing a very short dress that she often wore when we had sex. The dress buttoned up the front from hem to neckline. I had long since undone all the buttons. Laura wore nothing else so her entire body, or at least those parts of greatest interest to me under the circumstances, was exposed.

I was currently sucking lightly on one of her nipples and my hand was between her thighs slowly finger-fucking her into her second orgasm of the night. My intention was to lift her to the very edge of climax and then enter her at just the right moment. If my timing was good, penetration alone would push her into orgasm and then, with careful control of my thrusts, I could hold her in a high state of arousal for several minutes. If all went well, and it often did, I could drive her into one final shattering climax that coincided with my own.

Laura was reacting nicely to my efforts. She was crying out softly with every movement of my hand as I gently probed her pussy. I increased the tempo. Laura began rhythmically thrusting her pelvis against my palm as her arousal started to peak. I knew she would cum soon so I began to shift my weight in preparation for rolling between her legs and pushing my cock deep inside to drive her over the edge.

Just as I decided the timing was perfect and started to open Laura's thighs further, I heard the unmistakable oily click of a weapon's safety being released and felt the icy touch of steel on the back of my neck.

"Don't move," commanded a male voice behind me. I froze.

Laura had been lost in her arousal and it took a few moments for her to react. She looked up and saw the assailant I could not see, let out a sharp cry, and started to struggle against me.

"Cool it. Both of you stay put. Jill, move to one side so you can cover them both while I back away."

Jill? What the hell was going on? I was still lying on my side facing Laura and had not yet seen the others in the room. Laura was looking over my shoulder at them with a horrified expression on her face. I could feel her heart hammering against my chest. My own pulse was racing as well.

I felt the barrel of the weapon being removed from my neck and heard movement behind me.

"Okay, Kevin. Get up slowly and move over to the chair. Laura, don't move." They knew our names.

I did as the man directed and slowly rolled off the sofa onto my feet. My nudity made me feel extraordinarily vulnerable as I turned to face our intruders.

There were just the two of them as far as I could tell. They were dressed in camouflage clothing, black sneakers, and had Lone Ranger-type masks over their faces. They would have looked absurd if they had not been so well armed. The woman, Jill presumably, was pointing an automatic weapon at a point halfway between Laura and me in order to cover us both. I recognized it as a Heckler & Koch MP5. The man stood several feet away loosely holding an M-16. I was intimately familiar with both weapons. Highly regulated, it was unlikely that they had been obtained legally.

Both intruders looked like they knew what they were doing. Completely at ease, it was apparent to me that they had done this before. Perhaps many times. Although most of their faces were concealed, neither looked like psychotic monsters. I was almost as much puzzled as afraid.

"Kevin, don't make me repeat myself. Move slowly over to the chair and sit down."

The chair in question was a large, heavily padded mate to the leather sofa. I did as directed and walked slowly over to lower myself into the chair. Laura had moved to a sitting position and had gathered her dress together in the front to cover her nakedness. She looked so frightened that I started to get up and was immediately confronted with the muzzle of Jack's rifle.

"Kevin, Sit back down. Laura, don't move. If either of you gets up again there will be consequences. You won't like them. Do exactly as you're told and no one will get hurt." I slowly sat back down in the chair.

"What do you want? How do you know our names? How did you get in the house, I asked?"

"First things first. Allow me to make the introductions. You can call me Jack. The lovely lady over there is my wife Jill. Of course, those are not our real names, but they will do nicely for tonight."

"We've been observing you for quite some time," Jack continued. "County records provided your names from the property deed. We've researched you carefully. We know your business activities. We have a key to your home. You'd be surprised at how many people in this country keep a key in a magnetic case on the underside of their gas grill. It was a simple matter to make a copy while you were off the property. We got your security code by watching through a telescope as you entered it into the keypad. You are pretty indiscriminate about closing your blinds, particularly at night. We have watched you fucking on several occasions. Quite the turn-on. We have been in your house more than once while you were absent. Tonight we decided to pay you a personal visit. As usual, your drapes were open and we could see that you weren't expecting company, so we decided to let ourselves in."

Some explanation is in order. Laura and I live on several isolated, heavily wooded acres outside of Milwaukee. We had never felt that our privacy was at risk until tonight. The man was right; we had grown careless over the years. We rarely closed the curtains.

"You still haven't said what you want from us," said Laura. She had regained some of her composure and was now glaring at our visitors.

"Here's the deal," said Jack. "We are all going to spend the night in this room together. Just one big happy family. In the morning, when your bank opens, Kevin and I are going there and he is going to withdraw $50,000 in cash. Jill will stay here with Laura until we return. When we get back, you will both be immobilized and Jill and I will be on our way. You will probably work yourself loose before you die of thirst."

I looked at Laura. I could see her face relax a little and I could finally feel my heart rate begin to slow. It was all about money. And we had plenty. The loss of $50,000 would be irritating, but hardly catastrophic. Once they were gone, we'd change the locks, upgrade our security system, and be more careful in the future. I was confident that we could free ourselves after they left. The police might recover at least some of the money.

"Oh, there's one more thing, Kevin," Jack said. "While we're waiting, I'm going to fuck your wife."

Laura reacted immediately with a soft moan. I was stunned. I looked at Jack hoping to find some hint that he was joking. He held my gaze without expression. I looked at Jill. She simply shrugged.

'There is nothing either of you can do to stop it from happening. This is how it'll be. I won't make you watch. I'll take her back to the bedroom and fuck her brains out. You and Jill will be able to hear everything clearly since the room is only short distance away. I will give Laura some instructions from time to time. If she refuses to obey immediately, I will have to repeat myself. The first time Jill hears me do that, she will shoot you in the kneecap. If Laura forces me to repeat myself again, Jill will shoot your other kneecap. And then your elbows. And so on. I hope both of you get the picture."

Laura was now visibly shaken, still holding her dress closed with both hands. I was heartsick. I also knew that Jack was right -- there wasn't a damned thing we could do to prevent what was about to happen.

Several years before, Laura and I had begun to play an intriguing game where we would selectively bring others into our sex lives. We have an apartment over a detached garage on the property that is especially equipped for trysts with those we invited in. We alternated picking up partners in upscale bars and bringing them back to the apartment for sex. The apartment has an observatory where we can watch each other's activities, often recording them digitally to enjoy together later. Our guests never knew they were being observed. As a result of this game, we'd each had several partners over the years, all closely scrutinized by the occupant of the observatory. The sex had always been consensual and we always took steps to protect Laura. I was in little danger from a female partner, but there was always some risk that Laura would inadvertently make a dangerous pickup. I keep a weapon in the observatory and Laura was confident that I could protect her if things got out of hand since I was always concealed just a few feet away. As a result of our activities in the apartment, Laura had been fucked by a short list of very fortunate men but she had never been forced into sex. It was now clear to both of us that her rape was inevitable.

Jack placed his rifle against the wall behind Jill, crossed the room and said to Laura, "Take my hand."

Laura hesitated and I heard Jill click the safety off her weapon.

"Take my hand. And that is the last freebie Kevin gets. Disobey me again and Jill will shoot him."

Laura looked at me and, realizing there was nothing she could do, reached up and took his hand. He pulled her to her feet and led her into the short hallway that connected our bedroom to the family room. She looked small and helpless as she followed him into the hallway. She took short, hesitant steps but he forced her to keep up. Laura was still trying to keep her dress closed with one hand as he pulled her along by the other. They were soon out of sight. I thought I would die, forced to sit naked in that chair while my wife was led off to be raped.

He wasted little time. Within seconds of watching Laura disappear down the hall I heard him direct her to lie down on the bed.

Our bed frame has an annoying creak that telegraphs any movement when the humidity is low. It had been squeaking for a week or two. I could plainly hear Laura position herself on the bed.

"Now, pull your dress aside," I heard Jack say. "Open your legs." Then, after a pause, "Wider."

I could hear rustling fabric which informed me that Jack was removing his clothing. A moment later the bed creaked in response to his added weight.

Although I couldn't see what was happening, the sounds from the bed were very revealing. I could tell when he positioned himself between Laura's thighs and her sharp intake of breath announced the precise moment when he entered her. Almost immediately the bed frame told me that he had begun to fuck her with slow rhythmic strokes. I lowered my chin to my chest as a tear or two of helpless frustration escaped my eyes.

For several minutes the only sound from the room was the repetitive creaking. Laura did not make a sound. All we could hope for now was that he finished soon and she would be released from her ordeal. Unfortunately, he was in no hurry. I glanced over at Jill. She met my gaze and grinned. I turned my head away.

Just as I became convinced that it would be over soon, I heard Laura make a soft, throaty sound. I knew it well. Laura was beginning to react to the relentless thrusting of Jack's cock. I knew it was involuntary, but it was real nonetheless.

"Well, it's about time," Jill murmured. "She held out a lot longer than I thought she would, considering that you already had her primed when we arrived."

That's when I realized that our assailants had only been in the house about ten or fifteen minutes. It seemed like and eternity but, even with her fear, Laura's body had remained prepared for sex.

Laura's attacker clearly recognized that she was responding because he immediately picked up the pace. His change of tempo was instantly reflected in the creaking of the bed frame. Laura began to let out soft cries of pleasure timed to each movement of Jack's cock in and out of her pussy.

Each change in Laura's response prompted an increase in force and speed from her assailant. The bed frame loudly announced every alteration of their rhythm.

I glanced back over at Jill. She grinned and pointed her weapon at my crotch. I looked down and was horrified to see a throbbing erection. I had been completely unaware of my body's response to the sounds coming from the bedroom. I felt my face flush in embarrassment as I recognized the absurdity of sitting naked and erect in front of this strange woman as her husband fucked my wife in the next room.

"Assuming the two of you are really married, doesn't this bother you?" I croaked, wondering why Jill seemed completely unfazed by her husband's activities and trying to divert her attention from my obvious arousal.

"This is how we make our living. Jack fucking our female clients increases the intimidation factor along with the nudity we always impose. You two made it easy for us because you were already naked and Laura nearly so. If you hadn't been, we would have forced you to disrobe."

"Clients?" I asked with a heavy note of sarcasm in my voice.

"We prefer to think of you as clients," Jill responded. "Look at it this way. For twelve hours or so we take care of everything. We'll eat your food, drink your booze if we wish, fuck your wife, and then relieve you of all that stress-inducing money. You don't have to do a thing except follow orders."

Another sound from the bedroom got my attention. Laura was now crying out continually as her attacker rammed himself into her and the headboard began to impact the wall with each thrust.

"Oh, God, oh God," chanted Laura over and over as he brought her closer and closer to what was certain to be a shattering orgasm.

Mercifully, Laura was finally pushed over the top. She let out a high keening wail followed immediately by guttural sounds from Jack as he filled her with his cum. I could clearly visualize the scene in my mind since I had seen her like that thousands of times, mostly with me but occasionally with other men. Her face would be flushed, her eyes would be tightly shut, and her mind would be off in another dimension. Her back would be arched and her legs would be drawn back against his hips to allow the deepest possible penetration as her muscles contracted repeatedly around his cock.

The sounds from the bedroom slowly receded. Laura's cries faded into silence. The bed frame was quiet. There was no sound from the room for several moments.

Eventually the bed announced that they were stirring. I could hear when Jack got to his feet and began to dress and then again when Laura arose.

Laura appeared first with Jack close behind. She was a mess. Her hair was wildly displaced, and she no longer made any attempt to hold her dress closed. Her breasts were exposed and her inner thighs were slick with her lubricant and his cum. She avoided my gaze and returned to the sofa. Finally she became aware that her dress was open and again held it closed with both hands, making no effort to fasten the buttons. If she noticed my erection, which was now fading quickly, she gave no acknowledgement.

I don't think Laura knew what to make of the whole business. All of our trysts with others had been carefully planned and executed by both of us working together as a team. We always had control. This time we had none. It was unsettling to us both. I suspected she was attempting to process all that had happened and trying to deal with her unwanted response to the attack. When I tried to get up and comfort her, I was directed back to the chair. They were going to keep us separated for the rest of the night.

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Jill finally tossed me a blanket that had been draped over the back of the sofa and we all settled into silence to await the morning. Laura remained motionless on the sofa and I did the same in the chair. Our assailants took up positions in the room that allowed them to keep a continuous eye on us. Several hours passed.

An hour or so before dawn, Jack arose, stretched, and made an announcement.

"We'll be getting ready to go soon, Kevin, so I think I'll have another round with your woman. She's pretty hot."

I was stunned. Laura looked up in shocked disbelief but her face showed none of the fear she'd displayed earlier. She had survived the earlier attack without injury and now seemed to be resigned to the fact that he was going to fuck her again. Jill just shook her head.

This time he only had to motion with his hand and Laura rose immediately, letting her dress fall open as she followed him from the room. There was very little hesitation on her part and I thought I detected a slight spring in her step that was probably due to anticipation. Laura could do nothing to prevent the encounter but it looked like she was going to make the most of it. I had to admire her pragmatism.

Jack gave no instructions. Laura knew exactly what to do. She quickly arranged herself on the bed and he just as quickly removed his clothes and joined her. As before, the bed frame clearly described the activity it was supporting. Laura's attacker thrust his cock into her immediately and she just as quickly cried out in response. She came the first time in short order. That orgasm was followed in quick succession by several more as he fucked her with a different intensity than he had employed before. The headboard was impacting the wall continuously and Laura's cries and moans of intense pleasure drifted down the hallway.

I glanced over at Jill and saw that her breathing had become rapid and shallow. Her breasts were heaving in hyperventilation. Jill was highly aroused. She saw me looking at her and flushed a little at her reaction to the sounds coming from the bedroom.

"I'm going to take a quick look," she announced in a voice that quivered slightly with excitement. Slinging her weapon over her shoulder, Jill moved silently down the hallway.

I had been waiting for some sort of opening and Jill's carelessness had just provided it. Jack had left his weapon leaning against the wall and Jill had slung hers over her shoulder into a position that would make it difficult to deploy. In an instant I had Jack's rifle and moved up behind Jill to disarm her before she could react. Grabbing the sling of her weapon where it crossed her shoulder, I gave a violent yank downwards. Jill slammed into the floor and released her hold on the weapon. The fall knocked the breath from her body and she lay there stunned, gasping for air. Her weapon was easier to handle one-handed so I flicked the safety off and stepped into the bedroom with Jack's rifle in my left hand and Jill's MP5 at the ready in my right.

Laura and her assailant were just becoming aware that something was happening around them. Both looked over at me without comprehension for a second or two. Jack was the first to understand that something had gone very wrong. I saw him register the fact that I had both weapons. A look of resignation crossed his face as he withdrew his cock from Laura's pussy and rose to his feet beside the bed, his erection subsiding rapidly. A moment later, Laura realized that she was free and quickly left the bed to stand by my side. She began to button her dress.

"Laura, get the handcuffs," I ordered.

We keep a couple of sets of cuffs in a nightstand beside the bed for pleasurable pursuits. Laura retrieved them and looked to me for further instructions. We also keep a handgun in the same drawer.

"Jack, if you move a muscle, I'll kill you and then Jill. Laura, cuff his hands behind his back and then do the same with Jill." Jill was just beginning to draw air into her starved lungs. She seemed barely aware as Laura yanked her over onto her stomach and latched the cuffs.