Wife’s Night Out – Part 3

Eric heard the doorbell chime and looked around for his wife. “You gonna get that?” he shouted. Hearing the shower running, he reluctantly muted the remote and got up to answer the door. There were two people standing in the hallway. One was a tall, well-dressed black man in his late twenties, the other a striking teenage girl of about 15. She was holding a shopping bag.

“Can I help you,” said Eric, looking at them quizzically.

The black man spoke first. “I wonder if we might speak with Kimi for a moment.”

Eric scrutinized him for a moment, wondering what his connection was with his wife. “She’s in the shower. Does she know you?”

The black man laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could say we’re acquainted.” The blonde girl only smiled. “Just tell her it’s DeShawn and Crystal.”

Something in the way he said it bothered Eric a little, but he nevertheless invited the two strangers inside. “She’ll be out in a few minutes. Have a seat.” He turned his back and led them toward the living room. Instantly, DeShawn took a handgun from his pocket and cracked Eric over the head with it. Eric slumped to the floor, unconscious.

“Quick, get his clothes off and tie him up,” said DeShawn. Together, they stripped him naked and sat him in a straight-backed wooden chair Crystal brought from the kitchen. Pulling a length of rope from the shopping bag, DeShawn tied him securely, his arms bound together at the wrists behind the back of the chair. Then he put a gag in his mouth. They finished just as they heard the shower stop.

A few minutes later, Kimi walked into the living room with a towel tied around her, drying her hair with another. She froze in fear as she saw her bound, naked husband, slumped in the chair. Then her eyes quickly flew to DeShawn and Crystal, both seated on the couch.

“Oh, my god, DeShawn!! What did you do to him? What are you DOING here??”

“Hey, baby,” said DeShawn calmly. “Long time no see.”

Kimi ran to her husband. “Eric! Are you all right?”

“He’s going to rest for a little while, Kimi.,” said DeShawn. He’s just got a little bump on the head. That will give us time to talk.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about,” said Kimi angrily. “How did you find out where I live, anyway?”

“Oh, I have ways,” he chuckled. “Don’t underestimate me, Kimi. That’s not healthy.”

“What do you want,” asked Kimi coldly.

“You never called, Kimi. You should have called me.”

“Look, DeShawn, it was just a night out, you know, a fantasy thing. I’m not about to be one of your whores.” She glanced quickly at Crystal.

“It’s like I told you, Kimi, you don’t ever want to be saying no to me,” said DeShawn. “And even if you don’t come and work for me, I still want to be able to fuck that tight little cunt of yours any time I feel like it. Not to mention that luscious ass.

“You’re insane!” hissed Kimi. “I won’t do it!”

DeShawn continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Kimi, I think there’s something important you’re forgetting. What do you think hubby here is going to think when I tell him where you’ve been spending your free nights? Huh? Does he know what a little slut he married?”

Kimi glared at him. She knew she was trapped. If he told Eric everything, she’d be humiliated and her marriage would be over. But if she did what DeShawn wanted….what DID he want? What had ever possessed her to allow this maniac into her life? Her mind raced as she frantically considered the few options she had. One thing was certain: she had to get him out of here. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. “All right…you win. Let’s go back to your room.”

DeShawn chuckled. “No, that won’t do at all, Kimi.” He looked around the condo. “This is a nice place you have here. I think maybe we’ll fuck right here. If you’re lucky, your husband won’t wake up and find out just what kind of a woman you are.”

“You can’t be serious!” said Kimi.

“Oh, I’m dead fuckin’ serious, babe.” He held up the gun and pointed it at Kimi’s chest. “I’m serious as a heart attack. Now drop that towel, get over here and suck my dick.”

Kimi froze, trembling with fear as she stared at the gun. Do what he says, she thought to herself. She dropped the towel she had been using to dry her hair.

“The other one, too,” said DeShawn, still holding the gun menacingly and waving it at her impatiently.

Kimi reached up, undid the knot in the towel just above her breasts and let it fall, leaving her naked before him.