Chapter 3
The next morning on "Hello, American Housewives!", the early talk show, Dora heard the host, Mel Bacon, interviewing a couple from an organization called "For Marrieds Only."
"What is the purpose of your organization?" Mel asked the man of the couple, whose name was Lance Morgan. Lance was a bald, skinny man in a sloppy grey suit. "Well Mel, you see my wife and I found ourselves at the point where our marriage just wasn't... well, exciting anymore. Our sex life had become dull, mundane."
"Yes, and we discovered, in talking to our friends, that ours wasn't the only marriage that had reached that point," said Sandra, Lance's wife. Sandra was a buxom blonde with long black false eyelashes. She wore a lowcut dress and she took every opportunity to bend over in front of the camera and reveal her boobs to millions of American housewives.
"We found ways to improve our sex "life together, and then we founded the organizations, 'For Marrieds Only,' which we started to help other American couples who are having the same kind of problems we had," finished Lance.
"Well, how did you solve your problems?" asked Mel Bacon, the host, a broad-shouldered man with a dark mustache and a toupee.
Mr. and Mrs. Lance Morgan looked at each other and smiled and held hands. Sandra was the first to speak.
"We discovered that all there is to sex is psychology. What makes someone sexy or not sexy? Psychology. If a woman or a man can create an environment that inspires sexual thoughts, she or he can add spice to their sexual life."
Sandra bent over to the cameras.
"You mean, the wife can dress up for her husband when he comes home from work, and that sort of thing?" asked Mel, the host.
"Yes, there's all that, and that certainly is important and can be effective, but there are also so many other kinds of seduction. For example, domination games, bondage and submission, that most American housewives are either ignorant or frightened of."
Dora's phone rang at that moment. It was Mitzy.
"Are you watching 'Hello, American Housewives'." she asked.
"Yes, yes, I just heard. Hold on, they're announcing the address to write away to for their booklet," said Dora and she hurried for a pencil.
Dora and Mitzy eagerly awaited the arrival of the 'Catalogue of Seduction' from the Morgans. When it arrived, they hustled their children off to school quickly in the morning and then together poured over the material and pictures that had been sent to them.
They looked at the pictures of whips and chains and leather, and at the coupons advertising silk stockings and flimsy nighties. They answered the questionnaire at the back which was designed to reveal to them their own sexual preferences, and then they worked together on the "Devise Your Own Seduction" chart.
They both refused sex to their husbands for three weeks, and they met secretly almost everyday to pleasure each other.
Towards the end of the third week, Dora found her husband very much out of sorts. He snapped at the children and at her and he couldn't concentrate on anything. She had told him she had a vaginal infection and couldn't have sex for a while. And she refused to touch him. While he was awake that is.
She pretended to fall asleep when he did, and then, once she heard him snoring, she pulled a feather out from under the bed and tickled his cock with it until he got hard.
Frank woke up one night to find himself hard and he lusted for his wife. He felt her soft ass near his and he prodded her with his cock, but she was asleep.
Dora had turned over and pretended to be asleep the moment she saw her husband waking.
Frank Butler was a modest man and it would never have occurred to him to force himself on his wife. He tried to wake- and rouse her but she remained adamantly asleep.
Dora felt the bed moving as her husband jerked off and she almost giggled.
The next night she go prepared. "What are you doing, Dora?" Frank asked irritably when he saw the blankets and sheets laid out on the couch.
"I'm going to sleep in here. I thought maybe it would bother you less if I slept out here." The children were in bed and she was undressing in front of him. She arched her lithe body as she raised her arms and pulled her blouse off over her head. She had already pulled her pants down, and Frank found himself looking at her black patch and her belly sloping down into the patch. She stretched into the air.
"Listen, when did the doctor say it would be okay? he asked.
"I don't know. He says it could be months. But I really don't even miss having sex. Do you Frank? I read in a magazine somewhere that it can be good to go without sex for a while. Then when you have it again, it's that much better," she smiled at him sweetly. "Good night, dear, sleep well," she said. And she pulled a sheer pink nightie over her head and climbed into the sheets on the couch.
Frank Butler jerked off three times in his lonely bed that night. He couldn't understand what was happening. Why did his wife have to get this infection now, just when he needed things at home to be going smoothly. He had a lot of new concessions opening up in the area, and his business worries had to be taken care of. But he found he couldn't concentrate at all anymore when he went to work. Instead he found himself staring at the hole in the pencil sharpener, at his secretary's ass.
He, Frank Butler, had never stooped to such conduct before, but now he was staring at Lerna's ass and all he could think about was her having a cunt. He had never looked at his secretary in that light before. He felt as if he were living in a bad soap opera, but all he could think of was cunt, and he felt like a schoolboy.
He considered going to a prostitute, but he knew he couldn't. First of all, he didn't even know where to look for a prostitute, and second of all, he knew he wouldn't be able to go through with it. Third of all, the woman he really lusted after was his wife.
Ever since Dora had started refusing to sleep with him, he had been noticing how beautiful and young her body was. Secretly he bought a few sex magazines, and he noticed how well her body compared with the bodies of the girls in the photos. Why, she could be in one of those magazines herself, and he lived right alongside her.
He was dying to get into her pants.
He hardly noticed his kids anymore. He made several careless errors in his paperwork at the office, and one time he called Lerna Cutler, "Miss Cunt."
The day Frank and Dora drove their three kids out to camp and dropped them off, Dora was confident that something would happen at home. She was sad to say goodbye to her children. She knew how lonely she would be all summer long without them to take care of. But she was also kind of happy to have the privacy of the entire house.
Frank wanted to stop and spend the night in a motel on the way back home, but Dora insisted that they drive all the way home. She even drove the last two hours.
When they got home, Frank said, "Honey, how's your infection doing? Is it almost over?"
"I don't know, Frank, I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow."
"Honey, I'm sure it's safe now to have sex. It's been over a month. I can't believe the doctor really literally expected a healthy young couple to forego sex for over a month. I'm sure one time wouldn't hurt." Frank was pleading. His large hands were trembling.
Dora had to keep from laughing. She saw the bulge in his pants. It was a hot night and they had closed all the windows and turned on the air conditioner for the first time that summer. A mosquito landed on her arm and she squashed it just as it bit her.
Frank saw the blood on her arm of the squashed mosquito and he licked his dry lips.
"Please, honey, go to bed, and I'll do the same." Dora began to undress in front of him. He looked so stupid and forlorn, his watery blue eyes blinking as if he were about to cry. She raised her arms to pull off her blouse and her tits stiffened. Frank rushed for her and put his arms around her. "Dora, I've held back as long as I can, but I must have you tonight. You don't know how much this is driving me crazy. I can't work anymore. I can't think anymore. I can't do anything. I must... have you," he panted.
She pushed him aside with one little finger and laughed.
"Some other time big boy," she said. She was wearing her high-heeled slippers and the nylon nightie floated diaphonously around her hips.
"Are you teasing me? Is that what this is all about?" he asked. Suddenly his watery blue eyes became more focused and his thick fingers clenched and unclenched.
"Ooooooh. Is the big boy getting mad?" she lisped like a little girl. She added, "Really, all you men are alike. All you think about is your own mental health. You just want sex so you can keep up your performance at work. Forget about my infection and how it might get worse if we screw," she said.
She hopped into the couch-bed and threw off the sheets. It was so hot that night. She curled up around the pillow. Frank found himself staring at his wife's butt, barely concealed in a pair of pink lace panties. His cock was burning in his pants.
He unzipped the fly and his burning spear leaped out ready for action.
Dora heard the sound of the zipper and turned over on the bed in time to see her husband leaping at her.
"Get away you pig!" she screamed as he landed on top of her. She wrestled him to the floor and got free of him and ran to the opposite end of the living room.
"One time won't hurt you you teasing little bitch!" he snarled at her.
She was laughing and pointing at him, screeching with laughter. His pants were down around his knees and were hindering him as he tried to run at her.
He savagely torn his pants off him and ran for her again. Dora knocked over lamps and tables as she eluded her husband's grasp.
She screamed and threatened to call for the police.
She had picked up the telephone and was dialing the emergency number. That was when Frank Butler saw red.
He knocked the phone out of her hands and pushed her to the floor, going down on top of her. They rolled over and over a couple of times, but this time he came out on top. He held his hand over her mouth so her screams could not be heard by the neighbors. He pulled his leather belt out of his pants which lay nearby.
Dora was twisting and writhing in his grasp, and so with newfound strength and resolve, Frank bound her to keep her still. He slung his leather belt around her so that her legs were tied back over her head to her arms. She screamed all the while so once he had her trussed up he stuffed a cushion in her mouth and then tore her pink panties down.
Dora Butler found herself tied and bound and gagged by her husband, her cunt aflame with desire. Her cunt was exposed and vulnerable. She felt like a lamb, tied up for the kill and she longed to be taken brutally and totally. She longed to be made to feel that, when it came to the lovemaking, she was nothing but a wet slimy piece to be soundly fucked, and she was delighted and terrified to see her normally meek, civilized husband, Frank Butler, successful regional manager of the Heavenly Pop shops, exhibit such passion for her.
She was on her back with her legs over her head and her wet hole open and fragrant.
Frank's motions slowed now that he had her where he wanted her. He surveyed her pink pussyflesh. He hadn't really looked at it for a long while. Usually when they made love they did it in the dark under the sheets. Now he had her cunt exposed to him in the middle of the living room floor.
His cockhead was wet and slimy. He kneeled between her legs. Dora closed her eyes and pictured the head of his dick. Suddenly his prong was burning a hole into her.
She twisted uselessly in her bonds.
Frank was ramming his meat into her. "Bitch. Cunt-tease. You stupid cunt cockteaser," he was saying as he plunged into her wet yearning slot. She felt him touch bottom again and again as she lay utterly vulnerable and helpless, her buttocks parted, her head between her knees.
Frank's shaft got harder and his erection grew as he had his first fuck in over a month. For a month he had been handling himself every night, bringing himself off to an unsatisfying fantasy. Now he had the sweet pink pussyflesh he had been dreaming of and he took his cock out and replaced it with his face for a while, to breathe the female stink. God! How good it was to eat pussy again.
He impaled her to the floor and the head of his cock pinioned her as she convulsively gripped him with her pussy muscles and his cock sprang to life with a gushing flow. Finally he was able to relieve himself with some live female meat. He came in great white globs of unending cum-flow.
Dora, for her part, felt the first male meat she had felt in over a month. There was no doubt about it, it was better in the flesh than it was in the plastic. She was grinning to herself as her husband pulled himself out, and stood up over her.
He looked down at her trussed body, and put one bare foot on her boobs. He was coming back to himself and he didn't know what to do. If he released her now, she would surely call the police to report a rape. How could he prevent her from doing that? How could he apologize and make it sound sincere? She just didn't understand that it wasn't the same for a man and a woman. Maybe a woman could go for indefinite amounts of time without cock, but a man couldn't go without pussy.
"Dora. I'm sorry," he began. "I know it sounds pretty lame, right now. But I really just couldn't help myself. I hope I haven't made your infection worse."
Dora made incoherent sounds from under her gag.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," he knelt down and untied the gag.
"You ugly pig," she screamed.
"Honey, I told you, I can't help myself. I want you so much."
"You raped me! Now untie me!"
"I'll untie you if you promise me you won't call the police!" he said, genuinely frightened.
"Untie me you lousy pig! Of course I'm going to call the police. They don't let men get away with what you've just done anymore. I'll take it to court! I'll... " Dora didn't get a chance to finish what she was saying because Frank stooped and put the gag back on her. He couldn't bare to see his wife's face contorted with hatred and anger against him. He really didn't know what to do. He left her tied and gagged on the living room floor and went out for a drive in his car to try to think what to do.
Mitzy heard the screams coming out of the Butler's house, and then she heard the silence. She had known that the Butler children had gone off to camp that day, and Dora had confided in her that she hoped Frank would be stimulated enough that night to make a move.
Mitzy was a little worried, and immediately came over. She found the Butler's house with the front door unlocked. She rang the doorbell several times and knocked but there was no answer.
Finally she just walked in. over her friend tied up on the floor. "My goodness! Did that little Frank Butler do that to you. Congratulations, honey! Your plan worked! My now, you sure do offer up an enticing, mouthwatering little view there, honey," she said.
A sly look came into Mitzy Logan's eye.
"Untie me! Untie me! I want to tell you all about it," she yelled from under the gag.
But Mitzy had other ideas.
She bent down to the woman's ass. The two mounds of white flesh sticking up were like two drumsticks tied at the side of the chicken.
The pink pussyflesh lay in between like the opening where the stuffing comes out of the Thanksgiving turkey.
She had her face deep in Dora's cunt when a sound told her that someone was standing at the front door.
It was Frank who had returned.
He had decided he must be a man and stand up to the consequences of what he had done. Dora was entirely justified in wanting to report him to the police for rape and he waited and trussed up for the rest of the summer.
However, when he opened the front door he saw another figure lapping like a dog between his helpless wife's legs. In the semi-dark he couldn't recognize who it was. Someone must have walked in while the door lay unlocked.
He threw himself at the figure and was surprised to discover that it had breasts.
Some woman was attacking his wife!
This was really turning into a nightmare, and his first thought was to untie his wife so that she could be comfortable.
She clawed his face with her fingernails and pulled at his hair. She even went for his fly with her teeth and he backed off and then tackled her and sent her sprawling to the floor.
He pinned her down and pulled up her skirt. He had had about all he could take from women tonight and he felt entirely justified in this second violation: after all this time he was in control. He lined the two cunts up side by side now and he quickly gagged the second woman. He felt a surge of power the likes of which he had never felt before. Two helpless females lay lined up beside. For the second time that night he unleashed his hard heaving cock.
He stuck it in one while eating out the other, and then he switched and dipped his cock in the second, tighter, pussy, that of his wife. The cunt smells matched, and he had never known such pleasure before. He lay on top of the intruder, pinning her down and feeling her boobs while he rammed into her, and he felt up the squirming bound cunt of his wife.
He came in a rushing of powerful surges that left his cock and his entire body feeling as if they had been washed up on the beach by a powerful ocean.
Mitzy quickly pushed out from under Frank's body and ran out of the house before he could raise his weary body and run after her. Frank fell asleep beside the bound body of his wife.