Revenge

A sudden noise woke me up. It took me a few seconds to realize it was the phone.

My bedroom was dark. I turned the light on and looked at my watch. It was 1 AM. I don't know anyone who calls me at one AM.

The phone rang again, and I picked it up.

"Get over here!" a gruff voice shouted. "Get over here right now, you piece of shit!"

I don't have friends who call me at 1 AM, and I certainly don't have friends who call me at 1 AM to yell at me.

"Who is this?" I said.

"Who do you think? It's Ed, your fucking neighbour. Now get over here right now!"

He hung up.

I'd lived next door to Ed for five years now. He was a short, but quite muscular guy with pale red hair. I never liked him much, though I wasn't sure why. There was just something about him – he seemed not too smart and a bit too aggressive.

I got dressed and went over to Ed's house. He was standing in the driveway, his face bright red. His right hand was clutching a bottle of bourbon.

"Oh, there you are, you fuck!" he shouted as I approached. "Happy now?"

"Ed," I say quietly, "calm down. What's the matter?"

"Calm down?" he yelled. "Oh, that's a good one. Come in here, for fuck's sake!"

I followed him into the house, and he closed the door behind me.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"As if you didn't know. You got busted, that's what's the matter."

"Busted? What did I do?"

"How long has it been going on? Tell me that."

I stared at him. And somewhere in the house I thought I heard a muffled voice:

"Mmmf!"

"Going on?" I asked. "Has what been going on?"

Ed rolled his eyes.

"Don't play the fucking innocent with me," he sputtered. "How long have you been fucking my wife?"

So this was about Gianna. But who ever put that idea into Ed's head? Sure, I liked Gianna – who wouldn't? She was a beautiful, sexy woman with dark skin, jet-black hair and fiery, dark eyes. Sometimes I wondered how she'd ended up with a guy like Ed. But of course I'd never made a pass at her – she was married to my neighbour, after all.

"Ed," I protested. "I swear to you, I never..."

"She told me," he said triumphantly, taking a swig of the bottle.

"Told you?"

"In her sleep. She was dreaming – and I distinctly heard her say 'Mike'. I woke her up, and the goddamn slut was all wet. Because she'd been dreaming about fucking you!"

None of this made sense. But Ed was so worked up, there was no way I could convince him.

"Ed, please," I said. "That's not..."

"Shut the fuck up, you bastard! Come in here!"

I didn't dare disobey, but followed Ed into the bedroom.

"Now look what you've done!" Ed said.

Gianna lay on the bed stark naked, tied up and gagged. Her hands were bound together and fixed to the rail with duct tape. Her legs were spread apart and duct taped to the bed posts. She was gagged with more duct tape, wrapped around her head. At least Ed had taken care to get her hair out of the way first. On her belly he'd written "Filthy whore" in lipstick – and "Slut" across her breasts. I couldn't help noticing that penmanship wasn't Ed's forte.

"For God's sake, Ed," I said, "why did you do that to her? Please..."

Ed took another swig of the bottle.

"Take your clothes off," he said.

"What?"

I saw Gianna writhing on the bed, pulling at the tape. Her lovely breasts bounced slightly with every motion.

"You take your fucking clothes of – now!" Ed shouted.

I didn't know what to do. Ed was the kind of guy that was liable to pull a gun on you at any moment, so I really felt I had no choice.

I unbutonned my shirt and took it off. Gianna seemed to run her eyes over my naked chest.

Next, I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. But when I unbuckled my belt, it got a little akward: I was starting to get an erection.

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath.

Really – I'm not that kind of guy. Or at least I thought I wasn't. My neighbour's wife, naked and tied to a bed should make me sad and furious – not horny. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Go on," Ed said.

I pulled off my pants and shorts and stood naked in Ed's and Gianna's bedroom. My semi-erect cock stuck out in front of me, pointing straight at Gianna. She stared at it – but quite calmly, in fact.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Now," Ed said slowly, "you fuck her!"

"Mmmf!" Gianna cried.

"What?" I said.

"Aw, c'mon," Ed said, as he pulled up a chair and sat down. "It's not like you haven't done it before. You should be pretty used to it by now. Only this time – I wanna watch. Fuck her!"

I couldn't believe this was happening. But I didn't see any way out. I was going to have to fuck Ed's wife. My first, frantic thought: To make sure she was wet – to give her as little discomfort as possible.

Hesitantly, I walked over to the bed and knelt down between Gianna's legs. Her jet-black pubes were neatly trimmed, her dark labia clearly visible. The scent of her flesh teased my nostril

I gently ran my fingers over her bush, then leant forward and let my tongue touch her clit. She sighed behind the gag, and I applied gentle pressure. Then – slowly – I began movng my tongue in circles around her pink love button. I tasted the spicy flavour of her juices – and the taste made my cock throb and swell.

"What the fuck..." Ed muttered

I kept licking rhythmically at Gianna's clit, then slowly slipped two fingers into her pussy. I felt the inside of her flesh – soft and wet. And as I moved my fingers back and forth, her juices trickled over my fingers, making them wet and slippery. I thrust my fingers deeper and deeper into her juicy pussy – and I felt Gianna moving – grinding her pelvis against my hand.

But why? Did this turn her on? Did being tied up turn her on? Did forced sex with a strange man turn her on?

Looking up, I saw a vibrator lying on the night stand. It was clear latex, with all sorts of ribs and knots. It looked very a state-of-the-art – and probably expensive. The thought of Gianna playing with that when she was alone turned me on quite a bit. Well, of course, they could be playing with it together – but somehow I couldn't see Ed being that adventurous.

I stood up, took the vibrator, then once again knelt between her legs. Gianna's eyes opened wide.

I put the tip of the vibrator against her clit, then turned it on.

"Mmm!" she cried, struggling, pulling at her ties, "mmm!"

Fascinated, I sped up the toy, then slowed it down, making Gianna writhe with pleasure on the bed. I felt my cock swelling at the sight.

Ed banged his bottle on the floor.

"Enough of that shit!" he shouted. "You get to the action. Now!"

I reached for my cock to check my erection. It already felt long and completely hard in my grip. I stood up, showing my cock off to Gianna. She stared at it, gasping behind the gag.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, as I crawled on top of her. "I'll be gentle."

Taking the shaft in my hand, I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy – right beneath the words "Filthy slut". Then I pushed forward, slipping the swollen head in between her labia. Another push, and I slowly penetrated her – feeling her soft flesh yield to me as I buried the entire length of my cock inside her pussy.

"Mmm!" she moaned.

"Yeah, that's it," Ed said, taking another swig of bourbon. "Now fuck her good."

It felt so good – her soft, moist flesh around my bone-hard cock. Slowly, I began to move my cock in and out of Gianna's pussy. I felt awkward - like a robot going through the motions. In, out, in, out.

"Faster!" Ed said. "Harder and faster. Make her feel it."

I increased my pace, fucking the bound Gianna relentlessly. Part of my brain didn't want to enjoy it – but I couldn't help it – that tight little pussy just felt so damn good clenched around my thrusting cock.

And Gianna seemed to feel it too. Her cheeks flushed, her body began writhing beneath me, her pelvis pushing ever harder against my thrusts, making me go deeper and deeper into her wet slit.

"So," Ed exclaimed. "What's like like, huh, Gianna? Do you like that? Do you like it when your filthy lover fucks your filthy cunt?"

"Mmm!" Gianna moaned, "mmm!"

"Um, Mike," Ed said, wiping his mouth, "could you, um... could you remove the gag? I like to hear her moaning and screaming, when you fuck her."

Still thrusting into Gianna, I carefully pulled layer after layer duct tape off her cheeks and the back of her neck, until finally her mouth was free.

"Oh, God," was her first words, "oh, God..."

"Oh, yeah," Ed grunted, stroking his crotch.

He was clearly beginning to get an erection.

I caught Gianna's gaze. She looked right back at me with her piercing dark eyes – with no fear, no remorse, just fascination. It was as if she had accepted her fate, and now wanted me to show her what I could do – how good a fuck I could give her.

That gaze turned me on – made me want to drive her mad with pleasure. I felt my cock growing even stiffer and bigger, as I kept thrusting deeper and harder into her, covering my shaft in her juices.

Breathing heavily, Ed finally unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. I noticed it was not particularly big. About average, I suppose – but nowhere as big as mine. Grunting like an animal, Ed grabbed his cock and began masturbating. His eyes were fixed on his wife's pussy, watching as I thrust into it again and again.

"Oh," Gianna whimpered, "oh. Oh, keep going. Don't stop."

I was sweating now, fucking her with all my strength. With every thrust I pulled my cock almost all the way out, watching it glisten from her juices. And then, with a hard, fast motion, I buried every inch inside her again. And out – and in – and out.

Gianna whispered in my ear: "Get ready. When he comes, we can take him."

"Okay," I gasped.

"When he comes," she whispered, "untie me – and we can both grab him and tie him up."

Ed had no idea what his wife had planned. He was almost drooling, masturbating at a furious pace.

"Unh, unh," he grunted.

I pulled out of Gianna, my wet cock jerking, dripping with juice.

"I'm sorry, Ed," I said. "But I have to untie her arms – I want her to jerk me off."

"Yeah, yeah," said Ed, stroking his cock. "Whatever."

Gianna smiled almost imperceptiply, as I ripped the duct tape of her wrists. Then she sat up and grabbed my cock with both hands, masturbating it. I gasped. It felt so good, it almost made me come.

"Okay," I gasped. "That's enough. Lie down."

Gianna lay down, and I once more slipped my cock into her soft, succulent hole, thrusting into her in a relentless rhythm. She gasped helplessly, her entire body trembling beneath me.

She looked up at me, incredulously. I could tell I was about to make her come. She hadn't expected that to happen so soon, and wasn't sure how to react.

I pulled out again.

"Ohhh," Gianna cried, exasperated, her pussy muscles quivering like a sea anemone.

"Ed," I gasped. "I wanna get her legs around my ears. I have to untie her feet, too."

"Unh, unh," Ed panted, jerking off like a man possessed. "Yeah – you do that. Okay."

I ripped the duct tape off Gianna's left foot, then the right. And she was free.

I lifted her ass off the mattress and let my cock enter her pussy in a downwards angle.

"Oh fuck!" she cried.

Holding her shapely ass in my hands, I thrust into her hard and deep, again and again, making her whimper helplessly, until finally...

"Aaah!" she cried, as the orgasm hit her. "Aaah!"

I held Gianna still, as she threw herself about on the mattress, her juices gushing around my erect cock. Her cries of pleasure filled the bedroom.

As I looked over at Ed, the first spurt of semen shot from his swollen tool.

"Unhhh..." he grunted, "unhhh..."

"He's coming," I whispered to Gianna. "Quick!"

I pulled out, my hard cock dangling in front of me, and swiftly made a jump for Ed. I grabbed his hands away from his cock, and it kept pumping away on its own - squirting jet after jet of hot spunk over the bedroom floor.

"Huh? What...?" he said.

Naked and sweating, Gianna grabbed the roll of duct tape from the night stand and joined us. As I held Ed's arms in place, she began pulling off long strips of tape. And cursing under her breath, she vigorously wrapped it around his wrists and the chair – then tied the chair to the radiator.

When she was finished, he couldn't move – he just sat there, breathing hard, staring at us in disbelief, the last drops of semen oozing from his still semi-hard cock.

Gianna stood there for a while, looking at him.

And suddenly it struck me: I couldn't remember ever having seen a woman that beautiful. Stark naked, sweat running down her face, her shapely breasts, her legs. Her jet-black hair was a gorgeous mess, and her dark eyes glowed with righteous anger at her paranoid and violent husband.

She reached down and grabbed Ed's bottle, then slowly poured the bourbon over his head.

"No..." he whimpered.

"Shut up!" she shouted. "You and your fucking booze. Don't you think you've had enough now? Can't you see how it fucks you up?"

"But I thought..." he protested.

Gianna brushed her hair away from her face.

"Listen," she said. "I have not. Been. Fucking. Mike. Okay? But..."

She grinned fiendishly.

"Now that I've tried it..." she went on. "you know – I quite like it."

Gianna looked over at me, smiling lasciviously, stroking her shapely breasts. Damn, she was beautiful. My erect cock stirred, still dripping wet from her juices. I grabbed it with my fist and slowly began masturbating.

Ed looked from me to his wife and back again, his hair soaked with bourbon. Whatever mind he had left was obviously racing.

"I'm sorry..." he whimpered.

"No, you're not!" Gianna shouted back. "You don't know how to be sorry. You never did. Well, guess what, asshole – you brought this upon yourself!"

She stepped right up to me, gently rubbing her body against mine. I grabbed her ass and pulled her in close. My cock brushed up and down her sweaty belly, growing hard as a rock.

"I want more," she whispered, making sure Ed could hear.

"Well, you're in luck," I said. "Because you're gonna get it. Turn around."

Gianna turned her back to me, spread her legs and bent over, until her hands rested on the floor. I grabbed her ass again, kneading it hard. Spreading her ass-cheeks, I stared at her cute little anus and the soft folds of her dripping wet pussy. I could smell her excitement – and my erect cock jumped again.

I put my thumb against her anus and slowly pushed it inside.

"Ah!" she cried.

I gently turned the finger around, feeling the squeeze of her ass muscles. Then, slowly, I began to move it in and out, in and out, fucking her ass with my thumb.

"Yeahhh..." she groaned. "Oh, that's it."

With my other hand, I grabbed my cock and guided it toward her pussy. I thrust forwards and shivered with pleasure, as I once more felt her succulent flesh wrapping around my shaft. Grunting, I began to fuck her in a steady rhythm.

"Oh yes!" Gianna cried. "Ed – are you watching? Mike is fucking my goddamn brains out, Ed – and I love it! Aaah..."

Ed just stared at us, his mouth wide open.

I almost didn't care anymore. Mad with desire, I just kept hammering my erect cock into his wife's soft pussy – over and over and over, my thumb still buried inside her anus.

Gianna gasped loudly, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Oh, Mike," she whimpered. "My ass. Fuck me in the ass."

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and spreads her ass-cheeks apart. I spat into her anus and onto my cock for lubrication. Then, I grabbed the shaft and placed the head of my cock against her rectum. Gently, I pushed forward, my hard, wide tool streching her ass as I penetrated her. Gianna screamed.

"Aaah! It's... it's so fucking big! Keep going. Fuck me!"

It almost felt impossible. But I forced my cock deeper into her, feeling her ass muscles tighten like a vice around the shaft. Grabbing her hips, I began pushing back and forth, thrusting my cock in and out of her incredibly tight hole.

"Ed," she giggled, "are you watching? Mike's fucking my ass..."

She licked her fingers seductively, then reached between her legs.

"Okay, Ed," she teased, "is it okay with you if I masturbate? You know – I just have to play with my pussy – because Mike is fucking my ass so damn good..."

She gasped loudly, as she began stroking her clit. I thrust deeper and deeper into her ass, feeling my cock swelling, ready to ejaculate.

"Gianna..." I gasped.

"Wait," she said. "Keep going. I'm nearly there..."

"Aaah!" I yelled, fighting back my climax, thrusting into Gianna's ass again and again.

Until finally, I felt her entire body shaking uncontrollably.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "Aaah! Hold me!"

As the orgasm hit her, she started shaking uncontrollably. I reached around and grabbed her breasts, holding her up. And as tremors of pleasure coursed through her body like electricity, she cried out in ecstasy again and again.

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!"

Ed said nothing. I couldn't tell if he had been crying.

I felt my balls tightening, ready to spurt.

"I'm gonna come, too," I whispered.

"Okay," Gianna gasped. "Just a second."

She stood behind me, reached around and grabbed my cock, aiming it straight at Ed's face.

"What?" I said. "No..."

"Do it," she ordered. "Come in his fucking face."

She began stroking my cock vigorously.

"Aaah!" I cried. "Gianna, please... Aaah!"

I couldn't hold back any longer – I came so hard, it hurt. A thick jet of semen spurted from my cock, hitting Ed on the cheek, as Gianna kept masturbating me. My legs trembled, as I squirted again – this time into his right eye. Again and again, I ejaculated – long, hard jets of spunk into Ed's face.

Until finally, my orgasm subsided. Ed just sat there, helpless, my thick spunk running down his cheeks, dripping from his chin.

"Right," I whispered, out of breath. "That's it."

"No," Gianna insisted, still masturbating me. "You go again."

"I... I can't," I protested. "I'm spent. No more!"

She held the ridge of my helmet between her thumb and pinky, gently massaging it, while her other hand fondled my balls. My erection never really subsided – and after a minute I felt my cock growing harder still.

"Oh, Gianna," I gasped, "you're amazing!"

"Mmm," she purred. "You're a big boy. You can come again."

My cock swelled madly, as she stroked it. As she leant against me, I smelled the sweet scent of her sweat.

The sensations of pleasure were unbelievable. My vision flickered, as Gianna masturbated me toward another climax. Finally, I felt my hard shaft contracting with such force, I almost fainted.

"Aaah!" I screamed. "Fuuuck!"

I came even harder than before. The semen burst from my cock, splattering Ed's face with another creamy spurt. As Gianna kept stroking my shaft, I ejaculated again and again.

"Oh yes," she whispered. "Get it all out. Empty those lovely balls."

Grunting, I shook the last, thick drops off in Ed's face, and finally, Gianna let go of my cock. Then I took her hand and led her to the bed.

"Lie down," I said.

She lay on her back. I lay on top of her. My erection was subsiding, but my red, swollen cock was still hard enough to slip into her moist pussy one last time.

"Mmm..." she moaned, as I pushed it in deep.

We lay on the bed for a long time, savouring the afterglow of our mutual ecstasy - kissing and stroking each other's sweaty, trembling bodies.

Gianna slept at my house that night. And the next day, Ed was gone. In fact, no one has seen him since then.

Gianna has filed for divorce. When she sells the house, she's moving in with me.

And of course, we make love as often as we can. Just like that night. Except now, I don't have to tie her up.

Unless, of course, she wants me to.