Visitors

She loved the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Indeed, she even called it (but only in a whisper to herself), "my lover." With good reason, for she always dressed and undressed in front of it, and the sight of herself doing either aroused her. And the arousal often led to self-pleasure, the only sex she had.

It wasn't the life she expected after marriage, however. She was always sensual, and looked forward to the day when she would first make love, expecting it to be the start of a life of love-making. She held her virginity for her wedding, but was disappointed in losing it that eagerly-awaited night. Her husband wasn't as passionate as she had hoped, nor as hard. He lay on top of her, thrusting half-heartedly until her hymen softly tore. After a few strokes she began to feel pleasure in her womanhood, but just as she did, he came and then rolled over to fall asleep. That was the first and the last time he had sex with her.

She thought at first that it was her fault, that she wasn't attractive or arousing enough for him. She tried to arouse him in every way she could think of: she found new ways of walking, of talking, of dressing, but none would lead him to her thighs. It was during this time that she bought the mirror, and as she dressed or practiced her walks, she found her sensuality arousing herself. And so she also turned to pleasuring herself and gave up on her husband. And so it remained for nearly five years.

Anyone who saw her, who knew her would have been amazed at his indifference. She enjoyed her senses; tastes, sounds, scents, touches, and sights all appealed to her and pleased her, and her simple delight in foods and songs and everything else spread to those around her. And her looks! As beautiful, if not more so, than when she was a twenty-three year old bride. Fine, smooth skin over a face and body that could easily have been a model's: dark, fiery eyes over full red lips, all framed by tresses that plunged to her waist; an hour-glass torso with full, firm breasts and hips to match; and endless legs joining at naked, intricate folds of flesh that covered her pink furrow.

This night, about two weeks before their fifth anniversary, started as all the others. He sat, fully dressed, in his favorite Italian Provincial armchair silently watching his favorite tv shows. She stood naked before her mirror, slowly dressing, stepping into her black silk thong, sliding her black thigh-highs slowly up her legs, fastening her black lace strapless bra, and shimmying into a little black cocktail dress. Her hands caressed her curves as she dressed, and she fantasized an evening at the casino with men vying to be with her.

They were both brought out of their little worlds by the sudden and insistent ringing of the doorbell. He went to the door and opened it slightly to see who was there and immediately found himself thrown back into the room as a man forced his way in. The stranger was on top of the husband in a instant, brandishing a hunting knife and quietly ordering his victim to be even quieter. The husband complied, and another man entered, locking the door behind himself. The wife called out from the bedroom, and the second man also drew a knife and proceeded upstairs. In a few moments he returned, standing behind the wife and driving her downstairs to the living room.

"Now," said the first man, "Keep quiet and do what you're told, and you won't get hurt." "Understand?"

The couple nodded their heads in acceptance.

The man waved his knife at the husband. "You, take off your clothes. Right now!"

The husband stripped to his underwear.

"Everything!" said the man, and the husband complied.

"Now sit in that chair," and he sat once again in his favorite seat.

The other man approached him, now, taking a roll of duct tape from his pocket. He grabbed the husband's ankles and pulled him forward until he was on the edge of the chair and then drew his ankles, one at a time, back to the rear legs of the chair. The tape now, and he tightly fastened each ankle to its chair leg.

He stood looking at the husband, his legs spread, his flaccid penis exposed, and then took hold of his wrists, drawing his arms around the back of the chair. He wrapped the tape tightly around the husband's wrists, now, securing him to the chairback.

Both men looked at him and laughed before turning their attention to the wife.

She was frightened, but also excited and strangely aroused. Her heartbeat quickened and she felt an unfamiliar tingling between her legs. She was sure they wouldn't hurt her, but wondered what was to come.

"Come here!" ordered the first man, and she obeyed, stopping between the two men, her side towards her husband.

He lightly drew the blade down her cheek and then over her neck before sliding it under the strap of her dress. She gasped as he slit the strap, but still felt no fear. Then the other man, standing behind her, quickly cut the other strap, and her dress fell to the floor.

The first man stood there, seeming to admire her body, lust rising in his eyes, and she took time to look at him. He was over six feet tall, muscular and well proportioned, with deep, grey eyes. "Sensual eyes," she thought to herself, "not cruel." He sensed that she liked what she saw.

His knife now found its way between her breasts and under her bra. She felt the other knife force its way under the back of her bra as well. She gasped a shallow breath and held it as the knives cut in unison and her bra fell. She made no effort to hide her nakedness, and the man, and her husband, could both see the tight stiffening of her nipples.

The man lifted her left breast with the flat of his blade and then let it slide off as he walked around behind her. The second man, the one who took her from the bedroom, came in front now, and she saw he was as tall, as well-built, and as handsome as the first. As he gazed on her, smiling lustfully, she felt his blade against her hip, lifting the side of her thong. He held it there as his partner inserted his knife on the other side, and again they cut in unison. Again she made no effort to hide her nakedness, and the second man, and her husband, both saw the glistening of the fluid running lightly down her thigh.

The man behind her spoke. "Undress him. Now"

She obeyed, starting at his shirt, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons from the neck down and then slowly reaching up to draw the front over his shoulders and down his back. As she did so, she let the back of her hands brush over his muscles. She knelt, then, to undo the buckle, button and zipper of his jeans and slide them down his legs towards the floor. She couldn't help but notice the bulge straining at his underwear as she bent forward to remove his shoes and socks. With those gone, his pants came entirely off and she turned her attention to his briefs, rolling them over his hips so his penis would be held and then suddenly released. She smiled to herself as the organ sprang up at her, and she let her long hair brush over it as she bent to remove his briefs.

"Stand up." " Turn around." "Now him." The naked man now gave the orders, and again she obeyed. Perhaps with even more relish; she liked the look of the first man more, and paid even more attention to undressing him. No brushing his chest with the back of her hand; for him she placed her palms full on his chest, centered on his tight pecs so she could feel his tense little nipples press into her hands and then slid them over his muscles to drop the shirt from his shoulders. She feigned trouble with his shoes so she could press her breasts against his thighs and her cheeks against his hips. And the briefs. She rolled down the back first, her hands gliding over his firm buttocks until they were free of the cloth. Then her hands slid around the front and drew the waistband down in the middle so his stiffening organ burst free encircled by her thumbs and forefingers. She wondered if her husband was watching.

She didn't have to wait long to find out. As she finished undressing her favorite, he made her turn towards the chair, with he and the other man at her right and her left. As she knelt there, she noticed how wide open were her husband's eyes and she felt the first man's hand roughly take her head by the hair and turn her face towards him.

His cock was swollen and stiff now, and right in front of her. She marveled at its size and thickness, and at the pearl of clear fluid that had emerged and kept its shape at the tip of it.

He pulled her head towards him, his cock head aimed to her lips.

"Open wide," he said, but she had never held one in her mouth and was afraid. Her lips stayed sealed.

"Open," he said again, more insistently, and he drew the point of his knife threateningly over her moist, pink lips. She parted them slightly, and he forced her head to him, thrusting his cock into her mouth.

She gagged at first, but soon found the sensation exciting. She trembled at the glans driving into the back of her throat, filling her and violating her. The salt taste pleased her, making her salivate and smoothing the strokes. She found her tongue pressing hard against him and sensed the pleasure it was giving him. Her lips closed around his shaft and she began to draw him in and out herself, sucking on him as if he were some giant hard candy. Her heart beat faster as she heard him moan in pleasure and drive his cock so deep into her throat that she felt his pubis against her lips and his scrotum against her chin.

As his thrust finished, he yanked her hair, pulling her head backwards and her mouth from around his throbbing ball of a cockhead. Then he roughly turned her towards his partner.

The other man's erect cock was now aimed at her mouth, and she knew what to expect and what to do. She noticed its difference from the other: the first had a smooth shaft with slight ridges and a head nearly like a tennis ball; the shaft of this one was deeply ridged and its head was like an enormous mushroom cap, its smaller, rounded tip flaring out to a corona half again as wide as the first man's. She opened her lips as if to say "Oh," and awaited his entry.

His approach was different as well, and rather than thrust into her, he took her head in both his hands, wrapping them in her hair, and pulled her to him. She held her lips firm as the growing slope of his glans pressed in and gradually widened her opening until her mouth was stretched to its limit with the base of his mushroom still outside and pressed against her lips. He pulled her head harder, then, until his cockhead burst into her mouth, gagging her again and muffling her cries. She tasted the salty liquid flowing from him, and it eased the thrusts of his cock. She noticed how different its shape felt in her, its narrower top easily gliding into her throat as the broad base pressed hard against her tongue. Again she tightened her lips around the shaft and sucked. And again the man, the other man, moaned in pleasure.

He still held her firmly by the head and drove her on to his cock rather than thrusting or passively accepting her suckling on him. He drew her mouth and lips up and down his shaft with an increasing tempo and driving her deeper onto him with each stroke. His balls were flying against her chin, now, and her lips crashed into his flesh with each stroke. She thought to herself that he was using her mouth to masturbate, and she found it an interesting and pleasurable idea, and eagerly anticipated his orgasm. It wasn't long in coming, and she suddenly found herself held tight to him as his cock erupted jets of hot semen against the back of her throat. It was the first time she had felt this, and she liked it. She liked the feel of his jism, hot and salty, the press of his cock against her throat, his moans of pleasures, and the feeling of her mouth full of cock becoming even fuller. She swallowed as best she could, and she felt the man quiver with pleasure at the press of her tongue on his shaft and glans as she drank his cum.

Drained, he shoved her head from his cock, and the first man, the man with the sensual, grey eyes, turned her head forward and said, "Looks like your husband enjoys this too!"

She looked, and saw her husband, still spread and fastened to the chair, but now his penis was no longer flaccid. Instead it stood higher and stiffer than she could ever have imagined possible. It quivered, swollen and pulsing with blood, a bright bead of juice perched at its little hole. She felt anger and surprise, but also some pleasure; at last she had done something that aroused him.

The second man yanked her hair to bring to her feet, saying, "Let's not leave him out of the fun!" and pulled her over towards the chair. He stopped a step away and forced her head down towards her husband's stiff and wet penis. Her anger was greater than her pleasure, and she refused to part her lips.

As she and the second man stood in stalemate, the husband unable to do anything, the first stepped up behind her. He took her by the waist, his hands pressing on the top of her hips, and put his foot between hers. A sweep right and left, and she was spread as wide as she could be and still remain standing. The hot, wet head of his cock slid between her buttocks and glided down past her asshole until it separated her labia. He stroked back and forth between her pussy lips, letting each thrust rub his glans against her clitoris. She moaned with the pleasure of his touch, but still she refused to open for her husband's trembling cock.

The man now pressed the mass of his cockhead against her unstretched vagina. The vestibule resisted him, but he pressed ever harder until it suddenly yielded and his cock burst into her sheath, widening and extending it so forcefully and rapidly that she felt it would tear her apart. She couldn't help but cry out, with as much pleasure as pain, and the partner took advantage of her cry to force her mouth onto her husband's cock. Just as soon as the oval of his glans passed her lips, though, she closed them tightly around his shaft and would let his cock no further into her mouth.

While the second man contemplated the situation, the first began a series a slow, deepening thrusts into her now-dripping pussy. He sighed and moaned at her tightness as her sheath gripped his cock on its course, and she felt her knees grow weak at the pleasure of his strokes. Still she kept her lips tight against her husband's penetration, but she found her mouth quivering and her tongue gyrating with the movement of the stranger's cock inside her, and she found also as it pressed his cock that it drew that same salty taste from her husband as it had from the two intruders.

The second still held her head to her husband's lap, but now tried a different course to bring the bound man into the game. He took the woman's hand, engulfing it with his long, strong fingers, and brought it to her husband's pubis, forcing her fingers and thumb to encircle his cock. He squeezed her hand firmly around the shaft and began to force it up and down the pulsing organ. With each stroke her hand and his crashed into her mouth, and she felt the light bruising bringing the pinkness that had been lost when her lipstick spread from her mouth to their cocks back to her lips. She liked the sensation of hands gently battering her lips and the thought of the natural color this pleasure brought to them.

Her vagina was beginning to pulse now, as well, and she knew she would cum soon. As she felt herself tremble and spasm, she wanted to feel the spurts and taste the semen as she had before, and so she sucked hard on her mate and stroked him firmly and quickly. His cum spewed into her mouth, and she sucked spurt after spurt from him, each mouthful adding to the pleasure of her orgasm, until he was drained and spent. As her mate's orgasm ceased, she felt the first man thrust faster and faster until he was in a frenzy. He stopped suddenly, pushing against her and pulling her to him until his cock was driven inside her right to the root, and then he erupted. She sighed in delight at the force of his ejaculations, each one crashing into the back of her pussy like storm waves against shoreline rocks.

The second man laughed now, and pulled her from her husband's softening organ, drawing her back to his own half-stiff cock. This time he didn't hold her head, and she eagerly grasped his organ and forced its mushroom-capped glans into her mouth. As she sucked up and down his shaft, stroking him with both hands around its girth and massaging its head with her tongue, she felt the first intruder thrusting into her with long, deep, slow strokes of his cock, still swollen hard with lust.

His strokes pushed her forward, driving her mouth onto his companion's cock, and then drew her back, sliding her lips up the deep ridges of its shaft. She released her grip, wrapping her hands around the back of the man's tense thighs, and let the strokes of the man behind her drive her over the hot and throbbing mushroom-capped organ. As she let herself be rocked, be used, for the pleasure of the two men, she focused on the details of the sensations, of the feel of two erect organs flowing back and forth inside her, and on the movement of her breasts, swinging full and free with each stroke. She thought also of the first man, the one whose eyes attracted her, and of how he had penetrated two of her holes now, and she wondered, perhaps hopefully, if he would take the third. A few more long, lingering strokes, and she was answered.

He held her in place, deep on his partner's cock, and slowly withdrew his organ from her pussy. He slid it up over her perineum and pressed it between her buttocks until its tip found her tight, virginal asshole. She steeled herself as he held her tight and drove his cock against her hole. She tried to relax to ease his entrance, but her ass instinctively held tight against him. Harder and harder he pushed against her until her hole could no longer resist. His cock exploded into her, and she cried out more in surprise then pain, then collapsed in a near faint with the intensity of the intrusion.

Her body fell limp, but he held her up by the waist as his organ forced its whole length into her ass. Only her own arms held her upper body, though, and these failed her, leaving her limp on the second man's cock, her mouth fallen over the whole of his shaft and his mushroom cap rammed in the back of her throat, blocking all attempts to regain her breath. The two men saw her predicament and took action. The first, from behind her, slid his hands along her rib cage until he could grasp her breasts, encircling and squeezing them as he slowly lifted her up. The second man gently cradled her head in his hands and lifted along with the other until her mouth was free of his cock. He gazed at her as she took a gasp of breath and then, still cradling her cheeks, kissed her lips fully and warmly, as if to thank them for the pleasure they had given.

The man behind lifted her more upright, then, and the one facing her ran his hands down from her cheeks to her breasts. Her breasts were large and full, but the massive hands of the first man cradled and cupped them easily, leaving only her tightened areolae and her erect nipples exposed. The second man's hands found these and began to play with them, first massaging, then grasping to pull and twist, and she moaned with this new pleasure. His hands soon left, however, and glided down her abdomen to her pubis and then separated, one sliding under each of her thighs. He began to raise her up, and the other joined him, lifting her up by her breasts and then elevating her in unison with his partner.

They raised her slowly between themselves, in front of the gaping eyes of her bound husband, and she felt the cock slowly sliding out her ass. They stopped with the tip of his massive glans barely inside her nearly-closed hole. The man in front stepped between her legs now, taking his cock, stiffened by her lips, in one hand, and sliding its enormous cap between her soaked labia. She sighed as its tip pressed hard against her clit and sent quivers of delight through her pussy. Her breasts, still cupped and squeezed by the other man, were before him, and, as he forced his cock down from clitoris to vagina, he took each nipple in turn between his lips, drawing it into his mouth to caress it with his tongue. He kept his organ at her entrance as his hand returned to her thigh and held her aloft, perched on the tips of two cocks. She sighed again, and wondered how it would feel when both would be in her at the same time.