Chapter 4

Frank awoke to talking in the kitchen. He lay still for a while, realizing that he also smelled frying bacon. It was a Sunday and he had nowhere he had to go or nothing he had to do. He was frightened.. How could he face his wife this morning? How could he ever face her again?

He couldn't bring himself to rise and dress, or go in to the kitchen and confront her, or get up and run out of the house and never come back.

"Frank! Are you awake? Are you having breakfast this morning?" Dora stuck her head out of the kitchen and called.

She had woken up in the middle of the night and found she could easily slip out of her bonds. They had not really been tied tightly at all, or else they had loosened. She had gone and taken a shower and then fallen asleep in bed, leaving her husband sleeping on the living room floor.

In the morning she had awakened early and called Mitzy who came over immediately. They had talked about the night before in the kitchen while Dora started breakfast. They had to plan the next phase of their domination game with their husbands.

How, now, to bring Ben, Mitzy's husband, into the game? Ben was a tough nut to crack. So conservative in all matters, sexually he was extremely prudish. He was an older man, of fifty, and he had been brought up in a different era, where sex was a thing not discussed at least not with one's wife. And experimenting with different forms of sexual expression was certainly out of the question.

Then there was also the delicate matter of how to treat Frank this morning. Dora and Mitzy discussed in quiet tones what Dora ought to do. They were both sure that Frank had no idea that Mitzy was the late night intruder. But how should Dora act this morning? While they talked Dora kept her eye on the living room, making sure that Frank was still asleep while they talked.

When the bacon was ready and they had made their plans, she called him and woke him.

Frank rose from the floor feeling very foolish and apologetic. He stumbled into the bathroom and washed and then went into the bedroom and changed his clothes. All that made him feel a little better, as if he were the old Frank Butler again, the reasonable, conservative, respectable citizen and husband and father. Not Frank Butler, the rapist of the night before.

"Good morning," said Dora frostily when Frank entered the kitchen.

"G'morning, g'morning," Frank stuttered to Dora and Mitzy. He couldn't quite look either of them in the face.

"Frank, I've decided to forget what happened last night. I asked Mitzy to come over and be here when I first confronted you this morning because I was a little afraid and I wanted to have someone else here. I've told her what happened, because I just want someone to know. I feel safer that way. Yet at the same time, I think I'll put off calling the police. Unless something like that happens again, I'll trust you to stay away from me and not touch me unless I give you permission. I think you'll find this a fair arrangement, and Mitzy here will act as a kind of witness. Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Frank looked sheepishly at the floor. He mumbled in a low tone, "I think that's very fair of you Dora. I just want to say that I didn't know what I was doing last night. I want to thank you for giving me another chance, because I know that my behavior last night was unacceptable, and I think you know that I can do better, and I thank you for trusting me." He looked up when he finished speaking. He saw two women staring at him with very serious faces. One of the women, his wife Dora looked very beautiful. She'd combed out her long black hair and her eyes were bright as the fresh spring morning.

Mitzy, his neighbor, looked a little haggard as if she had had a bad night. She looked at Frank as though she were shocked and as though she would like to slap him or call the police on him herself. But she was silent.

"Well then, if we've all settled this amicably, as adults, let's have some breakfast," said Dora and she very coldly served Frank a plateful of eggs and bacon. She was acting as though she were trying to pretend nothing had happened, but not succeeding. Actually, inside she was chortling to herself over Frank's total submissiveness and humility. She had him right where she wanted him, she thought.

Mitzy said she couldn't eat with them. "I have to go home and fix Ben his breakfast," she smiled. "See you all later."

After Mitzy had left, Frank wanted to broach one subject relating to the night before, but he didn't know how to begin, or he was afraid to begin.

"Um, er," he said.

"Yes?" said Dora coldly. "Would you pass me the salt?"

Frank passed her the salt. "Um, er," he tried again. "I don't know if you remember, but last night... " he began.

"I don't remember much. I think I must have passed out after you took off that gag. This is not an uncommon occurrence in cases of rape, for the women to pass out and not remember much. But what were you saying?"

"Um, er, maybe I shouldn't bring it up if you don't remember, but I left and came back and there was... someone else here. A woman. I don't know who, and I... " Dora put her hands up over her ears. "I don't want to hear anymore! I don't want to hear anymore! Don't tell me about your disgusting exploits. I don't care if you brought another woman here, and I don't want to hear what happened!"

"But I didn't bring... "

"I don't want to hear!" Dora screamed.

Frank shut up after that and didn't bring the matter up again. It had been a strange night of nightmares, with many things left unexplained, and he decided to leave sleeping dogs lying, for the time. Dora was too upset to go into the matter with her now, and he couldn't blame her. Something had just gotten into him last night, and he didn't know what it was. He was confident it wouldn't return.

Dora still refused to sleep with Frank. She refused to sleep in the same room with him. On Monday when he came home from work, she told him she had been to the doctor again, and the doctor had said her infection was worse. He said her sexual contact of over the weekend had prolonged the infection, and again he prescribed no sexual intercourse.

Frank listened bashfully to what Dora said, and nodded agreement feverishly. But secretly he wondered how long this was going to go on for. Again he didn't know how to broach the subject.

Another week went by, a week of frosty breakfasts and chilly dinners, of little conversation between them. Frank was up to his ears in work at the office, and he didn't know what Dora was up to all day long, in the house alone. He supposed she just did the housework as usual.

But he got up the courage one morning and said, "Dora. How long do you think this is going to go on?"

"How long is what going to go on?" Dora asked, playing dumb.

"How long is your infection going to go on? How long is not sleeping together going to go on? How long are you going to go on acting like you hate me and like I'm not good enough to talk to - how long is all that going to go on?" He had some of the old macho back in his voice.

Dora leaned over the breakfast table and her housecoat opened to reveal her tough little breasts. Her dark hair curled around them. "For just as long as I say it's going to go on, buster," she said. "Remember, you raped me, and I don't trust you anymore. I don't know how long it will be before I do trust you again."

Over at the Logan household, Mitzy and Ben were also having breakfast on that beautiful June morning. Ben was learning, horrified, for the first time, what was going on between Frank and Dora Butler. He had noticed that Frank was no longer his friendly talkative self. Ben and Frank were good friends. Their offices were in the same building downtown and they often had lunch together. For a couple of weeks now, Frank had been acting strange and moody and he wouldn't say what was wrong.

"He raped her, that's what it's all about," said Mitzy smearing cream cheese on a bagel.

"Rape? What are you talking about?"

"Just what I said. Frank Butler raped his wife. About two weeks ago. I knew about it the next morning. Dora called me up and asked me to come over. She was afraid to confront Frank alone the next morning, and she wanted someone else to be there. She had decided not to call the police, but she didn't want to be alone with him, at first."

"Well why didn't you tell me all this before?" asked Ben, scratching his head and lighting his first cigar of the day.

"I thought you'd tell me I was just being a busybody and you didn't want to know about the Butler's private dirty wash."

"Yes, but, this is different. I mean, Frank's my good friend. I had no idea this was the kind of thing bothering him, but I did notice he's been acting kind of funny lately. He didn't seem to want to talk about it, so I didn't press him."

"Well, that's what it's all about," said Mitzy lustfully, taking a big bite of the bagel and washing it down with a swallow of a bloody mary.

"I'll see if I can talk to Frank about it," Ben gathered up his briefcase and car keys. He left for work.

He called up Frank's office that day and invited Frank to have lunch with him. Frank agreed.

They met at the Empire Coffee Shop at noon.

"Frank," said Ben, lighting another cigar, "Mitzy tells me that you and Dora are having some trouble. Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want to talk about it? I know these things are just as hard for you to talk about as they are for me, but I thought maybe it would help if you needed to get some stuff off your chest." Ben sat back and observed Frank.

Frank was neatly dressed as always, but the shadow of his beard seemed darker than usual, as though he hadn't shaved in a couple of days, and his hands shook as he reached for his martini.

"Well, I'll tell you Ben. She won't sleep with me anymore." Frank replaced the drink on the table with an even shakier hand. What a thing to have to admit to another man. "And, and one night, a couple of weeks ago, I lost control. I-I attacked her, Ben. My own wife. I-I raped her." Frank's voice faltered.

Ben sat there in silence and awe. He didn't know what to say.

"Are you sure you... raped her? I mean, sometimes, things happen, but the woman... well, they... "

"No, Ben, there's no question about it. I did it. Against her will. I forced her. Man," Frank leaned over the table and whispered conspiratorially so the other executives at the other tables wouldn't hear, "I tied her up and forced her."

"You tied her up?" Ben's eyes widened.

"She couldn't sleep with me before because she had some kind of woman's infection, and now she won't come near because of the infection and because of what happened." Frank began to sob.

"Look Frank," Ben reached across the table and put his hand on Frank's shoulder. "Bear up, man. We'll figure something out." Ben looked around uncomfortably. Was anybody looking?

"Really? Will you help me?" Frank opened his eyes and his tears dropped out into his drink. He looked up at Ben's big frame gratefully.

"Why don't we do something nice for the girls?" said Ben. "Take them out somewhere.

Give them a real nice night on the town. I've been... having troubles on my own with Mitzy lately. You know she's a younger woman. I'm an old man compared to her and, frankly, I can't keep up with her... appetites. So I know what you're talking about, Frank old man. These problems can be very tricky. You're dealing with an unknown quantity when you're dealing with a woman."

Ricky Pardon parked Mr. Packard's television repair truck in front of 21 Anchorage Lane and checked the address in his call book. Yup, color T-V on the blink. New color tube needed probably. Sounded like an easy job. He picked up his repair box and headed down the walk.

He rang the bell, and had the funny sensation for a moment that he was being watched from behind a curtain of the house.

There was no answer and he rang again. He thought he heard something move in the house but still no one came to the door. He was about to turn away and go back to the truck and report no one home, when the door opened, and he was treated to the sight of Dora Butler, her curls hanging around her shoulders in some disarray.

She was very pretty, with a pretty round face and piercing dark eyes. She stood at the door sleepily as if she had just been awakened.

"TV Repair. Mrs. Butler?" Ricky asked. Ricky was 22 years old and very blonde and nubile. He was well-built and very hot. He liked to take his pussy wherever he could find it, and he found it all over town while he made his house calls. It was one of the reasons, one of the few reasons, why he liked this job.

"Yes, oh yes, I called. Come in," Mrs. Butler let him into the house.

The house was dark, with all the curtains pulled closed even though outside it was full morning and the sunlight was blinding.

It took a moment for Ricky's eyes to adjust to the dimness of the house and it was only when he did so that he saw another woman, watching him, sitting on the couch. She too, like bora Butler, wore a housecoat and slippers. This second woman was very pretty too. She had long reddish hair and a much larger figure, he could see from the outline of her housecoat.

"Well, where's the TV?" he asked.

Although his second sense was telling him that he had struck fertile pussy country, he wanted some one sign before he made his move. He wanted to make sure he wasn't making a mistake.

Dora showed him to the TV while carefully assessing the male specimen before her.

Mitzy too was giving Ricky the once over. Ricky had interrupted what had become for the two women their regular morning muff-diving session. When the bell rang, they had extricated themselves from between each other's legs, and pulled on their robes. Now they surveyed the creature who had walked into their trap.

Ricky was around the back of the TV removing the protective plate. In one look he saw the trouble and knew he could replace the faulty tube in five minutes time.

"I'm sorry," he said staring only at Dora Butler's dark eyes, though he longed to let his eyes slip down to the endearing shadow where her robe folded over the cleavage of her tits, "But I'll have to send away for the piece you need for the TV. It could take several weeks. But my company will give you a TV to replace your set while you wait for the repairs. Of course I'll have to... " Dora interrupted him. "Do you want some good pussy?" she said.

Ricky slapped the side of his head. He could not believe he had heard right. He had heard many different approaches in his life, but never such a direct one.

"She said, 'Do you want some pussy?' " repeated Mitzy.

Ricky eyed Mitzy's bosomy bulge.

Mitzy, aware of his eyes on her, opened her housecoat and gave him a full view of her mature cleavage. His eyes lingered for a moment on her long pointed boobs, then they dropped to her smooth flat stomach, and her red triangular patch. While he watched, Mitzy moved on the couch, still holding her housecoat open, and she parted her legs, giving him a view of the pussy he could sample if he wanted it.

Ricky stared at her cunt-case. Her pussylips were closed now, and in a straight line, but the lips were bulging as if they had just been excited and could easily get excited again.

Ricky played it cool and said to Dora, "Let me see you. I just like to get a sample of the wares before I make my decision."

Dora smiled. Instead of opening her housecoat, she turned around and bent over and flipped her housecoat up over her head, so he could just get a straightforward eyeful of her cunt.

Ricky surveyed the ample ass proffered to him. Dora's cunt was a smaller slot, surrounded by scruffy black hair.

Ricky threw his screwdriver back into his black repair case. He pulled off his suspenders and pulled his shirt over his head. He let them look for a moment on his broad hairless chest. His biceps were large and bulging and his whole body was very tanned.

He pulled down his fly and stepped out of his pants. Now he only had on his socks and workboots.

The women removed their housecoats and came towards him. He stepped out from behind the TV.

"Which pussy do you want first, and how do you want it? We'll do anything you want," said Dora calmly.

She went up to him and put her arms around him and rubbed her apple-hard tits against his bare chest. Her little raisin-nipples could feel his male nipples as they simultaneously hardened.

Mitzy was on her knees at his feet and she reached up and tickled his balls. They were small and hard and hairless, like his chest. They tightened and stood up to attention when the housewife's long slender fingers tickled them.

"Cunts," said Ricky with contempt. He read these two women like a book and he could tell what their game was. They wanted to be treated roughly. He could imagine their husbands: meek little pricks who only did it by the book, the book written by the prudish dictates of another era. "I suppose you two pussy-dive on each other too. Go ahead, let me see you do it. Go down on each other in front of me. Stick your faces into each other's cunts."

Mitzy and Dora obediently lay down on the floor. Dora was on her back. Her long dark hair flowed out all around. Her little apple-tits sat up on top of her chest and she put up her knees and spread them wide apart. Her hands reached up for Mitzy's hips.

Mitzy's boobs hung down in lovely arcs over Dora's cunt. Mitzy backed up a little and looked into Dora's cunt. She smelled the delicious smell she had come to know and taste every morning. She felt her own labia pulsating.

She wiggled her ass as Dora brought it to her. Mitzy parted Dora's cunt deliberately with her long fingers, and then bent her head to taste the sweet honey pot. Her long tongue darted into Dora's cunt causing a shiver of pleasure to run all through Dora's long outstretched body; Dora was just then poking a long finger into Mitzy's wet hole. Mitzy wriggled with pleasure.

Ricky watched as the two women enacted with great pleasure what was obviously an everyday occurrence for therm He shook his head when he thought of the habits of American housewives, as he knew them to be. Look at them, he thought, pussy-diving the second their husbands leave home.

He enjoyed watching the two women exploring and penetrating each other with finger and tongue. He saw two dildoes lying on the couch which he had not noticed before. He went over and picked them up.

Then he went to one end of the creature with the double-back that lay on the floor, and he gave the woman at each end one of the dildoes.

"Stick it in. I want to watch," he said. He was manipulating his own hot rod with his hand. His cock was very hard and he felt almost near to coming. Just watching turned him on an awful lot.

He felt his cock tighten another notch as he saw the two women plow the dildoes in. Dora was pushing it up into Mitzy's cunt over her head, and Mitzy was working on the cunt underneath her. Their rhythms quickly matched and the disappearing cocks reappeared and then disappeared again, each time emerging dripping wet. Both women stretched their legs open even further. Both had almost forgotten about the presence of the man.

Ricky walked over to them and tore Mitzy off Dora. There were two groans of pleasure almost reached, but still unfulfilled. He pushed Mitzy around with his foot so that she was lying next to Dora, head to head. He surveyed their two prone bodies, so different in shape, and so similar in possibilities.

The one with the big boobs and red hair put her legs up in the air. Her high-heeled' shoes caught him behind the knee and almost knocked him over.

Ricky kicked her back. His kick caught her in the waist and she groaned and rolled over onto Dora, looking for comfort.

Dora engulfed Mitzy in her arms. Mitzy lay between her legs. They began a long embrace of tongues, their tongues exploring deep inside each other's mouths.

Ricky went down to their cunt-ends and kneeled between their legs. He now had before him the enchanting view of the two cunts, one on top of the other. Pussyhair was rubbing against pussyhair. But the women were stomach to stomach and he could only get at their labia with difficulty.

He slapped the ass that was on top five or six times until he broke off the embrace they were having and made Mitzy turn over. Now he had them the way he wanted them. One cunt lay open on top of the other, like two clams piled on top of each other.

He got some wire from his supply box and tied their arms and legs together. They were tied together on top of each other. They looked like a sandwich.

"Mmmmm, cunt sandwich," he said and he looked at them and laughed. "And the booby one is on top," he added approvingly.

He lay between their legs and treated himself to licking first the lower cunt, then the upper one. Sometimes he stuck his fingers in one while he licked the other. Sometimes he licked from bottom to top as if it were one long cunt with two different colors of hair.

Two pairs of hips were leaping and jumping, and two voices were crying out to him to stick it in them and finish them off.

"Stick your cock in me, boy! Put your prong in! Please! I can't wait any longer! I'm on the bottom!" cried Dora in pain and anguish. The wire cut into her flesh around her arms and thighs and each time she tried to move to alleviate the pain she only made it worse. Each time she moved, Mitzy moved too because they were tied together. She only felt the tongue moving in her sometimes, and then there would be nothing, as if he'd forgotten about her while he tongued Mitzy, and then there'd be a casual finger. It was real cock she was after. Though she ate Mitzy out every morning and masturbated herself with her collection of dildoes several times a day, she longed for the real meat, but was powerless to get it. She couldn't even put her hands out to it.

"Put it in me. In me first. Look at my boobs. Look at my pussy. Look how wet I am," argued Mitzy.

Ricky grabbed up one of the discarded dildoes and rammed it in the lower cunt while he stretched out on top of the body on top and rammed his own meat in the upper cunt. He felt as if he were fucking the George Washington Bridge with its upper and lower decks, as he hand-manipulated the dildo in the bottom pussy and sank rhythmically into the upper pussy.

Mitzy groaned with satisfaction at having the real meat in her first. Maybe she was the older of the two, but she was glad to see that this man appreciated quality pussy when he saw it.

This was definitely top grade.

He felt the older woman's more experienced pussy open and yawn under his rod and quickly he plumbed her depths, feeling her pussy walls suddenly convulse around his meat. She was moaning and shaking her hips, while the younger woman underneath was crying out, "What about me? Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The top woman had obviously come. Ricky was still hard and hot. He pulled his dipstick out of the hot satiated top pussy and stuck it in the writhing lower one. Instantly Dora shut up as she groaned under Mitzy's weight and spread her legs as far as she could. Finally, here it was, the sensation of meat being shoved and rammed into her that she had been waiting for.

Dora felt herself nearing climax. Her wet cave walls were engorged with sexual lust and it would take just a moment more for her pussy to achieve the friction level necessary to annihilate the rest of her body and make her know herself as she was at her truest moment: all cunt.

At that moment the front door opened, and Frank Butler and Ben Logan walked in. They each had a bunch of flowers in their hands.

They stopped stock-still a moment, astonished at the sight that met their eyes. There were their wives, tied together, both entirely naked, one on top of the other, their cunts both exposed, and some stranger, a young man was on top, his ass going up and down at a frantic pace. The young man was obviously unaware that anyone else had entered the scene, but the two women saw the two men they immediately began to scream for help.

Frank and Ben jumped on top of the pile of bodies and began to pull Ricky off.

Ricky began punching and kicking at his unknown assailants.

"Who are these guys? What's going on? I've been framed!" Ricky started to scream.

"Rape!" both women were screaming.

Ben untied the women who promptly threw themselves on Ricky and began pummelling him.

Ben held them off Ricky while Frank pulled the lad to his feet.

"Put some clothes on. All of you!" ordered Ben. He still held the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Now what's going on here," Frank asked sternly. Ricky was pulling on his pants.

"We were having coffee and the TV repair man came to the door. I let him in naturally, but when we weren't looking," began Dora. She had her housecoat on now but it was still open. She was holding Frank by his coat lapels and rubbing her body against his, and despite himself, Frank was getting hard. The sight of his wife bound and tied, just one cunt under the other, had turned him on a lot more than he wanted to admit.

"That's a pack of lies! I've been framed! Bunch of fucking lying cunts. They asked me for it. They begged me for it! I have proof!"

"He's lying. He has no proof! He tied us up. You saw it!" screamed Mitzy hysterically rubbing up all over against Ben. Ben's portly body was also responding to the sight he had just witnessed. He really didn't know what to think. He had never seen anything like what he had just seen, before, and he knew it was all wrong, no matter which way it had happened, but he couldn't help it but his dick was hard.

Mitzy's hand found his hardness and she rubbed it relentlessly as she held on to him and pretended to be terrified.

Frank extricated himself from his hysterical wife and led Ricky to the kitchen. "You keep the girls out here. I want to talk to this man alone," Frank said to Ben.

"All right," Frank said to Ricky when they were alone in the kitchen. "What's your story. It better be a good one, because there's no way I'm going to believe my wife and my friend's wife volunteered to let you do what I saw you doing to them. I know those girls and I trust them, and I'm about thirty seconds away from calling the police and turning you in for assault and rape."

"You'll change your tune in a minute, . mister," said Ricky coolly. His chest ached from the scratches he had gotten in the scuffle and his lip was bleeding from one of the punches Frank had given him.

"Wait until I get this roll of film developed, and then you'll see who asked who for what."