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What If I Give You My Wife?

Laura Fuccesse, who up until that morning had been Laura Penfold, paced the bedroom of her new husband’s mansion.

She was still wearing her wedding a gown, an off the shoulder ivory French Chantilly and English Cluny lace adorned satin hand-stitched gown embellished with pearls. It had cost her husband Emilio Fuccesse over one hundred thousand dollars. Her white Christian Louboutin stiletto high heels had cost five thousand dollars. Even the fifteen denier flesh-toned Wolford pantyhose she wore under the dress had cost three hundred dollars as had her white satin panties and bra.

Laura was dreading what this night would bring; what the rest of life would bring. She didn’t love Emilio Fuccesse; in fact she didn’t even like him. But Emilio Fuccesse was rich and powerful and if he saw something he wanted he had to have it.

Laura Penfold was not the prettiest woman on the planet by any means, not even the prettiest women in the state or the city but she was certainly beautiful. She had met Emilio Fuccesse at an event hosted by her father, who worked for Emilio as his bookkeeper.

Laura knew that her father was deeply involved in organised crime but he passed himself off as a legitimate businessman. He’d told her, when she was old enough to understand, that he didn’t do anything bad, he wasn’t involved in any v******e or physical criminality, he was just a bookkeeper. A bookkeeper for the biggest organised crime boss in the state.

Emilio Fuccesse had fallen for Laura Penfold when he first met her but she had rebuffed his advances. Emilio was handsome, rich and behaved like a perfect gentleman… until he was denied what he wanted. He could have had almost any woman he wanted but he wanted Laura Penfold because he couldn’t have her.

Laura was tall with buxom buttocks a tiny waist and large breasts. Her long black hair framed a face that was not traditionally pretty but it was interesting with her longish straight nose, well-defined cheekbones, and green eyes which she accentuated with dark eye makeup and mascara. Her lips were full and she had a penchant for red lipstick. She dressed well, normally in skirted business suits because she had followed in her father’s footsteps and became an accountant but she worked for a legitimate business.

Emilio had followed Laura around like a lost puppy turning up unannounced when she was out socialising. His henchmen had scared off any potential suitors and even her close female friends. His jealousy consumed him.

Laura had finally relented and accompanied Emilio on a series of dates to try to get to like him but as charming and handsome as he was there was something about him that she couldn’t stomach. It wasn’t that he was a gangster, her father was a mobster and she loved him, it was because under his bluff, bravado and banter Emilio was a coward.

She had witnessed first-hand his cowardice when a man had insulted her in a restaurant. Emilio had stood up to the drunkard who had called her bitch when she had slapped his hand away from her ass. But the drunkard didn’t know who Emilio was and he tried to fight him. Emilio was used to people backing down at the mere mention of his name but when the drunkard had raised his fists to Emilio, he had backed down. In fact Emilio had apologised on behalf of Laura and said that she couldn’t take a joke. She could see the fear on Emilio’s face.

The fact that Emilio had two of his goons break the man’s arms and legs the next day didn’t prove that Emilio was heroic, in Laura’s eyes it just confirmed that he was a craven coward who couldn’t fight his own fights. She had felt belittled when Emilio had apologised to the heavy-set overbearing drunkard and she had told Emilio so later that night and had broken off their courtship.

She was glad that she hadn't let Emilio make love to her. He had tried many times of course but she had made him settle for a handjob and had once given him fellatio when he begged her for it. Whenever she ceded to his supplications for sex he had bought her expensive gifts the next day. She hated that too as she felt like he was paying her for sex. Emilio was a petulant spoiled cowardly brat who had inherited his father’s legacy but couldn’t live up to it.

Finally free of him Laura moved interstate and took a better job on the west coast. She had only been gone a month when two of Emilio's henchmen had bundled her into a car and k**napped her and drove her across the country back to Emilio. He had given her an ultimatum. She could marry him and live a life of pampered luxury rearing his c***dren or she could watch her father die slowly and painfully.

She agreed to marry Emilio on the proviso that they would only have sex for procreation. He had agreed and grinned at her that he wanted many c***dren. She countered that she would have three and that was all. Emilio had agreed and she had never told her father what had transpired. That morning her father been the proudest man in the church when he gave away his daughter; he only wished that Laura's mother was still alive to see it.

So Laura paced up and down the bedroom dreading the arrival of the man she had married only a few hours earlier. They would stay the night in their mansion and leave the next day for an extended honeymoon travelling around Europe.

Emilio had pawed at her in the limousine on their way home from the reception. He was more than a little drunk but it hadn't affected his libido, he had forced her hand down his pants and she had found his cock hard and ready. She dreaded having to let him put it inside her but she had set her resolve.

She heard the creaking on the stairs as Emilio came up them and then the door opened and he stepped inside the bedroom and smiled at her. He was a handsome man with his dark Neapolitan complexion and gym-toned body. He moved into her and kissed her.

She responded to his kisses; she was his wife after all.

“I’m going to fuck you in that wedding dress,” he whispered in her ear and she shuddered.

“Emilio, please. It cost a fortune, let me take it off,” she countered.

“I paid for it so I’ll do what I want with it now get on the bed and open your legs Mrs Fuccesse,” Emilio pushed her away from him and hauled her over to the bed.

Laura sat on the edge of the bed. She refused to cry. Emilio was struggling to get out of his classic morning suit when they both heard crashing and banging coming from the floor below followed by the heavy thump of feet on the stairs.

“Shit! Who the fuck is that?” Emilio paled.

He went to the door and opened it and saw a man climbing the stairs. The man was holding a gun.

“Quick! Get in there!” Emilio grabbed Laura by the wrist and pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the huge walk-in wardrobe and closed the doors behind her.

“Keep quiet. Don’t come out until I tell you to no matter what you hear,” he hissed at her.

He had opened the top dresser drawer and was about to retrieve his own pistol when the man burst into the room.

“No you don’t mister!” the man raced across the room and launched himself at Emilio.

In the ensuing struggle Emilio lost his gun and the intruder gained the upper hand. Emilio ended up lying on the floor on his back with the intruder straddling him, pointing a gun at his head. Emilio began to shake and sob.

Laura heard the struggle but couldn’t see anything through the wardrobe doors. When the fighting stopped she stepped back deeper into the wardrobe hiding behind the hanging clothes. From what she knew of Emilio she doubted he won the fight. What she hard next proved that she had been correct in her assumption.

“Get up and don’t make any moves,” the intruder growled.

He had both his own gun and Emilio’s and he waved them at Emilio indicating that he should back up. Emilio complied and backed up to the wall. The intruder ripped the phone cord out of the wall.

“Ok I know who you are and I know that you have money. If you do what I tell you we will both get out of this alive… if not I’ll shoot you in the belly and leave you to die. Do you understand?” the intruder asked, still panting from the fight.

Emilio nodded. He too was exhausted and afraid.

“Open the safe,” the intruder waved his gun to a painting mounted on the wall.

“What safe?” Emilio asked and instantly regretted it as the barrel of a pistol struck him across the face.

Emilio fell to his knees and sobbed, cradling his bleeding face.

“Shall we try that again?” the intruder asked.

Emilio got shakily to his feet and without saying a word he went to the picture on the wall and moved it aside. The picture was hinged and behind it, set into the brickwork, was an old fashioned wall safe. It took Emilio three attempts to open it because his hands were shaking so much.

“Go and sit down where I can see you and don’t move or make a sound,” the intruder waved his gun at an armchair next to a writing desk.

Emilio obediently sat.

Laura could hear their voices and she hoped that the ordeal would soon be over. The man would take the contents of the safe and leave the house.

The intruder pulled everything out of the safe and went through it, discarding letters and documents and setting aside the cash, bonds and jewellery. He found an envelope that was marked ‘The Last Will and Testament of Emilio Fuccesse’. He tossed it Emilio who let it fall to the richly carpeted floor.

“That thing is going to get opened tomorrow if you don’t do exactly as I say,” the intruder said menacingly.

“Get me a suitcase out of the wardrobe and bring it here,” the intruder said.

Emilio went over to the walk-in robe and the intruder followed him at a respectful distance. Laura forced her back against the wall and pulled the hanging clothing around her, hoping that she would remain hidden. The intruder did not follow Emilio into the wardrobe but stood by the doors keeping an eye on him.

Laura peeked between the dresses and saw her husband. He had a gash on his cheek and his eyes were red from crying and his hair was a mess and his clothes dishevelled. She could literally smell the reek of fear coming off him. He turned her way and gave her look of helplessness and despondency. For an instant she pitied him, the he mouthed the word ‘help’ at her and she once again despised him. What could she do against a man twice her size who was armed with two guns. Emilio was supposed to be the tough gangster; why couldn’t he help himself?

“Hurry up. Take that one; the big leather valise,” the man waved a gun at the expensive Italian leather valise on the top shelf.

Emilio took it down and carried it over to the bed as instructed. He did at least close the doors to the walk-in robe behind him. Laura let out a sigh of relief when he did.

“Put the money, the bonds and jewellery in the valise then take off your watch and rings and put them in there too,” the intruder said.

Emilio complied.

“Now turn out the drawers in that desk and put anything of value into the bag too,” the intruder instructed.

Emilio put a large wad of cash and a tray of expensive watches into the valise.

“What else you got? You're a rich gangster; this place must be crawling with loot,” the intruder grinned evilly at Emilio.

“That’s it. That’s everything,” Emilio looked utterly dejected.

“Don’t bullshit me you wop pansy,” the intruder pointed his revolver at Emilio and pulled the trigger.

The trigger clicked on an empty chamber.

Emilio screamed and pissed his pants.

“The next chamber is loaded so don’t fuck around. I want more,” the intruder growled.

Emilio fell to the floor, curled up in a puddle of his own piss.

“Don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt me! I’ve got more. I’ll get it for you,” he cried.

Laura heard both men leave the bedroom. She figured that they were going to the big safe in Emilio’s study. She contemplated leaving the walk-in wardrobe and fleeing but there was every chance that she would be heard or seen going down the elaborate spiral wooden staircase. She couldn’t leap from the window because the bedroom was situated above the gravel drive and she would likely break her ankle. She couldn’t call for help because the phone had been ripped from the wall. She decided to stay put.

Laura heard the men coming back up the stairs a few minutes later. Emilio was struggling with the valise which was now stuffed with loot.

“Put the suitcase down and sit back down in the chair,” the intruder ordered and Emilio complied.

“Is there anything else worth taking?” the intruder asked.

“That's everything I have in the house,” Emilio replied, keen to appease the man and see the back of him.

“The car keys?” the intruder asked.

“On the keyboard beside the entry to the garage. There’s a Caddy, a Merc and a Lincoln,” Emilio gushed.

“Think I’ll take the Caddy; I like to drive American,” the intruder joked but Emilio didn’t smile.

The man tossed Emilio’s 9mm automatic into the valise and walked over to where Emilio was sitting, pointing the revolver at him.

“Are you sure that’s everything?” the intruder pointed the gun at Emilio’s face.

“Yes! Yes! Everything!” Emilio sobbed.

“Then you’re of no further use to me,” the intruder cocked the pistol and put his finger on the trigger.

“No! No! No!” Emilio begged.

“So? Is there more?” the intruder put the barrel of the gun against Emilio’s head.

“Will you let me live if there is?” Emilio pleaded.

The intruder pressed the gun harder into Emilio's temple.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Emilio cried.

“What if I give you my wife?” he squealed.

“You can k**nap her. Hold her hostage. I’ll go to the bank tomorrow and take out whatever you ask for to pay the ransom,” Emilio was sobbing but he suddenly held out hope.

The intruder would have to let Emilio live so he could get the ransom money. But he wouldn’t. Fuck Laura! There were plenty of other beautiful women in the world. Instead he’d get every captain and soldier out on the street looking for the intruder and when they found him, Emilio would watch while they skinned him alive.

“Where is she? Is she in the house?” the intruder looked a little rattled.

If Emilio’s wife was hiding somewhere in the house she might call for help.

“She’s right over there hiding the wardrobe,” Emilio pointed at the double doors that led to walk in robe.

Laura stifled a cry. Her husband had just sacrificed her to save his own life.

“Fucking coward! Well I’m not letting this punk see my fear,” she whispered to herself.

Instead of curling up on the floor like she desperately wanted to do, she flung back the clothes she was hiding behind and strode to the doors and opened the wardrobe and stepped out.

Both men turned to look at the wardrobe where a young woman wearing a wedding dress stood with her hands on her hips looking defiantly at her new husband.

“How could you!” she screamed at him and began to stride towards him.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa, there sister,” the intruder shifted the pistol from Emilio to Laura.

Laura came to a halt, her fear overcoming her anger when she saw the dark muzzle of the pistol pointed at her.

The intruder waved his pistol at Laura.

“Drag that chair over next to your husband where I can cover you both,” the intruder put the gun back on Emilio who was the greater threat.

Laura complied and pulled a hard backed chair over to where her husband was sitting in the armchair next to the writing desk. She made sure there was a decent gap between them but close enough to comply with the intruder’s demands.

The intruder took his time to appraise Laura Fuccesse who sat uncomfortably in her satin and lace wedding gown with her ankles crossed demurely.

“You got all that money and power. You’re a big boss. You own those clubs with those dancers and those honeypot socialites. I thought a guy with your good looks and all that influence and wealth would have married a prettier wife,” the intruder sniggered.

“Hey!” Laura retorted.

Although she was scared, she was also angry. It was bad enough that her husband had offered her to this hooligan but it was insulting that the intruder implied that she was ugly.

“Oh don’t get me wrong. You’re far from ugly, in fact I think you are exquisitely and uniquely attractive in your own way, I just thought the boss here might have gone for one the pretty little things that undoubtedly flitter around him when he’s out and about doing business,” the intruder responded.

“Now we have a conundrum. If I take you with me I risk getting caught if you start screaming or put up a fight but the promise of Mr Fuccesse here opening his bank account and giving me more money is tempting,” the intruder waved his pistol back and forth.

“Either way I can’t leave him free to call the cops or his wiseguys as soon as I leave. You, Mrs Fuccesse, go and get those curtain tie-backs and bring them over here,” the intruder pointed to the heavy brocaded floor-length curtains that covered the windows.

Laura looked befuddled, then she realised what he meant. She went to the closest window and took the ornate braided cords off the U-shaped hooks and brought them over. She held them out to the intruder.

“Oh no toots. I’m going to keep my gun on you two while you tie your husband to the chair. You… bossman… get out of that armchair and sit down in that hard backed chair so your wife can tie you to it,” the intruder ordered.

Emilio was actually relieved. If the intruder was going to tie him into the chair it meant that he was most likely going to leave him alive and take Laura with him. He would be able to wriggle out of his bonds once the intruder left the house.

“Don’t do anything stupid like tying him up loose or using knots he can easily untie; you tie his wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the legs, nice and tight. I’m going to check and if you're fucking playing around I’m going to get angry,” the intruder threatened.

Tempting as it was to tie Emilio loosely so he could get help as soon as the intruder left, she heeded his warning. Besides, after Emilio had traded her to the intruder for his own safety she took furtive pleasure in binding her husband tightly to the chair.

“Hey honey; not so tight!” Emilio cringed when Laura bound his wrists tightly to the chair.

“No; that’s good. If he’s bitching about it hurting you’re doing a good job,” the intruder said.

When she had finished tying up her husband Laura sat down in the armchair that Emilio had vacated.

“Sit still toots while I check your work,” the intruder said.

He pulled on Emilio's bonds and smiled when Emilio winced and cried out.

“For a tough guy you sure are candy-assed. You gave up your money without much a fight, you gave up your wife and you cry like a girl whenever I point a gun at you or inflict a little pain,” the intruder said, pulling on the cords.

“You won’t be saying that if my guys catch up with you,” Emilio spat.

“Whoa! That’s what I figured. You're all piss and vinegar when you’re hiding behind your guys but you yourself are a coward,” the intruder sniggered.

Emilio’s face contorted with rage but he remained silent.

“Is that right Mrs Fuccesse? Is your husband a coward?” the intruder turned to Laura who said nothing but glared at him.

“Well she didn’t say no but she didn’t defend you either. Guess I’ll take her and be on my way. I’m not greedy, just go to the bank first thing tomorrow and withdraw five hundred thousand dollars in cash. Put it in that yellow holdall I saw in the wardrobe. Put it in a locker at Union Station and give the key to the locker to the attendant in the men's room. Tell them that a friend of yours will collect the keys. Give the guy a big tip,” the intruder instructed.

“I’ll be watching so make sure you’re alone and don’t get your guys to try anything or follow me. A friend of mine will be watching toots here and if anything happens to me you won’t like what happens to her,” the intruder waggled the gun at Laura indicating for her to stand.

Emilio smiled inwardly. This guy was a fool. He would be a sitting duck when he went to the men’s room at Union Station. His guys would get him there and take him somewhere quiet where they could work on him. If anything happened to Laura too bad for her.

“Ok. It’s a deal,” he said to the intruder who now had Laura by the wrist, his gun dug into her waist.

The intruder pushed Laura towards the door.

He got her halfway across the room and suddenly stopped.

“You're really goin’ to let me walk out of here with your wife?” the intruder turned to face Emilio who sat sitting quietly in the chair.

“Not much I can do to stop you is there,” Emilio replied.

“You didn’t put up much of fight. You gave her up to save your ass; you even suggested that I ransom her. You didn’t warn me not to touch her; not to hurt her. You didn’t comfort her and that it was all going to be alright or tell her that you love her,” the intruder gripped Laura’s wrist and led her back to where Emilio was sitting.

“How do I know that you are even going to pay the ransom or try to take me when I go to pick up the ransom?” the intruder put the gun to Laura’s head.

“She’s my wife. Of course I’m going to pay the ransom,” Emilio said through gritted teeth.

“Why don’t I believe you?” the intruder said menacingly.

The intruder pushed Laura away from him a little and she stood still with her head bowed.

“Look at me,” the intruder growled.

Laura looked up at him and stared at him defiantly.

The intruder studied her. Laura’s green eyes glowered and her full red lips were parted a little showing a row of uneven but perfectly white teeth. He took a step forward and stroked her face and when she tried to recoil he held her still.

“She isn’t exactly a troll. There’s something about her. She’s uniquely attractive and it looks like she’s got a killer figure under all that satin and lace,” the intruder continued to peruse her.

“So what? She’s my wife. What do I care what you think of her?” Emilio spat.

“Because if you don’t love her I doubt you will pay a ransom for her which means I get killed or captured in a setup or I’m stuck with her and no ransom money,” the intruder replied angrily.

“Hey! Can you stop talking about me as if I’m just a commodity!” Laura shrieked.

“And she’s got some spunk too,” the intruder pulled Laura close to him and held her by the wrist.

He leaned into her; his face inches from hers.

Laura studied the intruder’s face, refusing to look away.

The man was actually quite handsome with full lips and straight sandy hair. He was tanned and he looked lean and rangy under his tight shirt and jeans. Surprisingly he was clean shaven and his breath was sweet; it smelled of spearmint and he was wearing aftershave. He was not the shaggy unwashed ruffian one associated with crimes such as break and enter or k**napping.

“Hey. I just realised. You two didn’t get to consummate your marriage did you? Unless the doll here let you fuck her up against the wall out back of the reception or in the car on the way here,” the intruder turned to face Emilio.

“Don’t be so crude!” Laura struggled but the man held onto her.

Emilio’s face turned red with shame and he looked away, the humiliation radiating from him.

“Jesus! You haven’t even fucked her yet have you? I bet she was saving herself for her wedding night,” the intruder snickered.

“So let’s see what you’re missing out on Mr Bigshot,” the intruder shook Laura a little and then let go of her.

“I’m going to put my gun down on the desk there where I can easily grab it. If you reach for it, I’ll get to it first and I’ll do things to you with it that you don’t even wanna think about. Understand?” the intruder shook Laura to get her to answer.

“Yes,” she whispered timidly.

The intruder carefully put his revolver on the edge of the desk; well within reach.

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do for you Mr Fuccesse. I’m going to have a little taste of Mrs Fuccesse here and I’ll let you know if she’s any good ok?” the intruder slid his finger along the line of Laura’s jaw and she shivered with revulsion.

“No! Just take her! I don’t wanna see that!” Emilio begged.

“Come with me,” the intruder dragged Laura over to the walk-in robe.

“Where do you keep your nylons?” he asked angrily.

Laura pointed to a large drawer where she kept her hosiery and panties.

The intruder opened the draw and rummaged around in it.

“Quite a collection you have here Mrs Fuccesse. I like a woman who wears nice underwear,” the intruder extracted a pair of sheer nylon stockings.

Laura thought briefly of trying to attack the man while he was unarmed. Even though she was a big woman she realised that she would have no chance so she let the fleeting thought pass.

“Take these,” the man threw the nylons at Laura and she instinctively caught them.

He led her back to where Emilio was tied to the chair.

“Ball up one of those nylons and put it in his mouth,” the intruder ordered and Laura complied.

She rolled up the stocking and approached her husband. Emilio shook his head from side and the intruder slapped his face.

“Open wide,” the intruder ordered and Emilio obediently complied.

The intruder nodded at Laura and she stuffed the stocking in her husband’s mouth.

“Now tie it in place with the other stocking. Gag him,” the intruder ordered.

Laura tied the stocking around Emilio’s face tying it tightly behind his head. Emilio was effectively gagged.

“Ok. Get over here,” the intruder ordered.

“Stand in front of me. Get in close,” Laura did as she was told.

The intruder reached out and snatched up the gun with lightning fast reflexes and put it to Laura’s head.

“See how fast I can do that?” the intruder leaned into her; his lips nearly touching hers.

Laura was shaking; she nodded meekly.

The intruder put the gun back on the desk.

“Now undress me,” the intruder said dispassionately.

Laura shuddered at the prospect but knew that noncompliance was fruitless and dangerous.

The intruder took her hands and guided them to his belt buckle. Laura unbuckled his belt, her hands shaking.

“Keep going, you know what to do,” the intruder whispered.

Emilio couldn’t help but watch as his wife unbuttoned the intruder's pants, unzipped his flies and pulled them down to his knees.

“Get down on your knees and finish. Take off my shoes and socks while you’re there,” the intruder said.

Laura gathered the skirts of her wedding dress and got down on her knees gingerly. She pulled the man’s pants down around his ankles refusing to look at his crotch which was at eye level. She untied his shoelaces and removed his shoes and socks and pulled off his trousers. The intruder leaned on the desk to balance on one leg while she did so.

Laura could almost feel the heat radiating from the man’s groin and she could smell the musk issuing from his genitals. It was not unpleasant. It was a powerful masculine scent. She shook the thought form her mind.

“Now my shirt,” the man whispered.

She was surprised when the man gently assisted her to her feet. He caught her when she stuttered on her heels and held her by her elbows. She was shaking with trepidation.

Laura unbuttoned the man’s tight denim shirt and saw that his chest and belly were tanned, muscled and hairless. She had to lean in close to take off the shirt and she briefly thought of reaching for the gun while his hands were caught in the sleeves.

“Go on. Do it,” the man dared her; reading her thoughts.

Instead she took off the man’s shirt and dropped it on the floor.

“Pick it up and put it on the desk along with my pants,” the man ordered.

Emilio watched his wife kneeling before the tall muscle-bound stranger gathering his clothing, her face inches from the huge bulge tenting the man’s briefs. He noted that Laura refused to look at the man’s groin and he felt a little self-satisfaction. The man was obviously well endowed and Emilio’s penis was small; even when fully tumescent.

Laura dutifully folded the intruder’s pants and shirt and laid them carefully on the desk.

“One last thing,” the man grinned at her.

In her high heels she was as tall as the intruder and she met his gaze as she reached down and tugged at his underwear. His cock sprang free and brushed her wrist. She flinched at the meatiness of it. It felt warm and her flesh felt burned where his phallus had brushed against it. She knew that she was imagining it.

“Down you go doll. Take them off and put them with the rest of my clothes,” he demanded.

He helped Laura back down onto her knees and she pulled the man’s briefs down to his ankles and shook them off his feet. She steadfastly refused to look at his crotch. She made to get up and the man pushed on her shoulders and held her down.

“Look at it,” he whispered.

Laura chocked back a sob and lifted her eyes to the man’s groin.

His penis was fully distended. It was huge. The shaft was long, thick and sleek, the skin was lustrous and unblemished; deep blue veins ran along its length, distended and pulsing. The glans was pink and bulbous; a droplet of lucent pre-ejaculate had formed at the eye. It was mesmerising and Laura had to arrest the u*********s urge to reach out and touch it.

Emilio watched his new wife kneeling on the floor in her pristine white wedding gown, the intruder towering over her, her face inches from the man’s engorged cock. Despite the revulsion he felt, he felt himself becoming aroused.

The intruder’s scrotum was proportional to the dimensions of his phallus. The pink sac was bald, the skin delicate and mottled, the large orbs of his testes undulated synchronously with the pulsing of his penis.

Laura couldn’t help but be fascinated by the virility of this stranger. The pungent aroma of his manhood was excitingly aromatic. She forced herself to look away but not before she realised that she was becoming damp. She hated herself for it.

“Let me up,” she whimpered, her voice choked with emotion.

The intruder reached down and lifted Laura to her feet.

He held her at arm’s length and when she refused to look at him he lifted her chin. He saw the defiance blazing in her ice-green eyes; her lips were slightly parted and she was breathing heavily.

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

Laura stood stock still.

“Kiss me,” he whispered again.

Laura leaned forward, keeping her body away from his and chastely placed her lips on his. She expected the man to paw at her, to drag her into his embrace but he stood still with his lips gently grazing hers. His lips were soft and full and pressed lightly on hers. To Laura this was worse than him forcing himself on her. Standing modestly apart, him naked and concupiscent, she dressed in her virginal white wedding gown, leaning forward a little with their lips feather-lightly touching. It was intimate and tender. It was affectionate and ardent; not what she’d expected and worse it was congenial.

Laura didn’t want the man to treat her this way. If she was to be ravaged she wanted the man to brutalise her so that she could fight him and demonstrate to her husband that she was not being compliant.

It was almost like the intruder sensed what she was thinking and suddenly he pulled her close him and locked her in an embrace. She struggled against him, feeling his hard cock pressing into her belly. The man groaned through closed lips at the sensation of his cock rubbing on her satin gown, the feeling was exquisite.

The intruder grabbed Laura’s buttocks and pressed her hard against him and rutted against her. She realised that the harder she fought the man, the more he was enjoying it so she stopped struggling. When he thrust his tongue into her mouth she didn’t resist. The man explored her mouth with his tongue, kissing her passionately but not roughly. She hated him for it because the man was kissing her expertly, just how she liked it.

He wasn’t insistent and his breath was sweet, the tip of his tongue investigated the space between her upper lips and her teeth, caressing her gums. It was as if the man knew what delighted her. Emilio was a horrible kisser who slobbered at her mouth and his breath often reeked of cigars; she usually found her husband’s kisses repugnant.

The intruder relaxed his grip on her but still held her close. She involuntarily put her arms around the man’s neck as she rocked on her high heels and stumbled. The man continued to kiss her affectionately and she hated him for it but couldn’t help responding accordingly and she begrudgingly returned his kisses. Laura felt ashamed but justified her actions as self-preservation. Better to be compliant and escape the intruder’s wrath and retribution that to struggle and suffer pain and humiliation.

The man had a gun. He had her husband tied to a chair. He could do whatever he wanted to either of them. She was doing what she had to, to save herself and her husband from this vicious ruffian.

‘Just keep telling yourself that,’ she thought to herself.

His wife’s sudden compliance was not lost on Emilio. As much as he wanted to tear his eyes away from the tableaux in front of him he couldn’t. When his wife put her arms around the intruder, leaned into him and responded in kind to his kisses he sobbed. He had never felt so degraded but at the same time his cock was hard and throbbing inside his morning suit.

“Touch it,” the intruder’s voice was muffled by their kiss.

“No,” Laura replied vehemently but she didn’t stop kissing him.

The intruder took her hand and forced it between their bodies and guided it down to his groin. Laura refused to touch the man’s penis but he didn’t force her. He left her hand there and thrust himself against her so that his cock came in contact with her fingers.

When the man’s cock brushed her fingers Laura instinctively pulled them away but the intruder would not let her remove her hand. He continually pressed his cock into her belly and occasionally it would poke against her fingers or her palm as they kissed. Laura could feel the heat generated by the man’s phallus, it was powerful and commanding and deep down she wanted to touch the organ, to feel the power of it, the girth of it. Her panties were becoming damp with excitement.

The intruder was patient and seemed happy just to kiss Laura, to caress her, to grind his cock against her satin-sheathed torso. It was exasperating but tantalising at the same time. She finally relented and tickled the glans of the man’s penis the next time it grazed her fingers. She could feel the man smile and she detested him for his arrogance but she couldn’t help but take his cock into her hand the next time it presented itself.

The organ was fully engorged and throbbed menacingly in her grip. It felt like a dangerous weapon, sleek and spongy, hard and pulsing. She stroked it and suddenly it erupted and scalding viscous fluid spattered over her wrist and drenched the front of her dress. She tried to remove her hand but the intruder kept it firmly wrapped around his cock as he ejaculated, holding her close to him with his other arm and kissing her more fervidly, driving his tongue into her mouth. She struggled against him, finally emancipated from the spell she had allowed him to put on her. He was just a vicious thug, using her for his own pleasure.

The stench of his semen assaulted her nostrils and the warm dampness of his semen soaked through layers on satin, lace and nylon repulsed her but still she kept her fingers wrapped around the thrumming shaft as it continued to spew forth the warm musky discharge onto her wedding dress and drench her hand.

The intruder was overcome with the power of his orgasm and it sapped his strength. Laura was able to snatch her hand from between their bodies and put it against his shoulder and with her other hand on his opposite shoulder she pushed with all her strength and she managed to escape the intruder’s embrace. She snatched at the pistol on the desk but she missed it by millimetres and the intruder recovered enough to slap her hand away and snatch the pistol himself.

“Well that was fun,” the intruder was breathing heavy, pointing the pistol at Laura.

The intruder looked pathetic, standing naked with his cock slowly deflating, his flat belly smeared with his own ejaculate, gasping for breath. He quickly recovered and waved the gun at Laura, motioning her to stand in front of her husband who was livid, straining at his bonds. He had no sympathy for Laura; he was just humiliated that a stranger had defiled his wife. The intruder had sullied something that belonged to him.

Laura stood shaking with humiliation, her head bowed unable to look at either man.

“Look at your wife Mr Fuccesse. Look what I’ve done to her. Lift your head up doll and hold out your skirts,” the intruder demanded.

Laura lifted her head but didn’t meet the gaze of either man. The front of her wedding dress was soaked with the intruder’s ejaculate, the stain spreading around her midriff. She could feel the warm squishiness soaking through the dress into her pantyhose.

Emilio’s face was red with rage and he was mouthing muffled threats and obscenities into his gag.

“What’s that bossman? You want to know if she liked it?” the intruder taunted him.

“How dare you!” Laura swiped at the intruder, catching him on the cheek with her open hand.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” the intruder laughed, rubbing at his cheek

Laura made to slap the intruder again but he caught her wrist and pulled her close. He tried to kiss her but she kept moving her face away from his. The intruder lifted the gun and poked her in the ribs with it.

“Enough bullshit. I want to see what you’re hiding under your skirts,” he growled.

“What about you bossman? Would you like to see?” he heckled Emilio who looked like he was having a fit.

“I can’t understand what you’re saying with that stocking in your mouth but we shall take it as a yes shall we?” he said mockingly.

The intruder sat down in the overstuffed chair beside Emilio keeping the gun trained on Laura.

“Now stand right there in front of us and keep still until I tell you what to do. Lift your head and look at us. If you look away I’m going to smash the butt of my pistol into your husband’s knee. He only has two so if you keep looking away I’ll have to start on his elbows and that will leave him a cripple,” the intruder threatened.

Laura lifted her head, mustered up some courage and stared at the two men defiantly.

“Ok doll; lift your skirts,” the intruder smiled at her coarsely.

Laura stood steadfast until the intruder spun the pistol in his hand and raised it above Emilio’s right knee. Emilio screamed into the gag and rocked back and forth in his chair in trepidation. He looked beseechingly at his new wife.

As much as Laura despised her husband she did not want him crippled.

Laura slowly began to lift her wedding dress, taking the flowy skirt in her fingers and raising it up her legs. She stopped when the hem was at her knees and gathered more of satin and lace gown in her fingers and raised it to the top of her thighs.

Laura’s thighs were a little thick but proportional to her shapely legs, swaddled in the gossamer pantyhose. She kept her legs together and her thighs rubbed together except for the gap at the very top. Emilio stopped struggling and stared at his wife’s long shapely legs sheathed in the shiny translucent nylon. His fear dissipated and was once again replaced by lust which was evident by the bulge in his pants. The intruder’s cock had likewise come to attention.

“Keep going,” the intruder whispered dry-mouthed.

Laura raised her lace skirts all the way up to her waist, her assertiveness had abandoned her and she sobbed quietly. Her white satin panties were in plain sight worn over her pantyhose, the waistband of which extended up to her hips. The upper part of the hose was wet with the intruder’s semen.

“Lovely,” the intruder murmured, fascinated by the sight of the delectable young woman holding up her dress and exposing her legs and groin.

“Keep still my lovely,” the intruder ordered.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and put the pistol on the ground between his knees and leaned in and sniffed Laura’s panty-clad cunt. She shuddered with revulsion and then she gasped as the intruder slowly pulled down her panties until they pooled around her ankles. He lifted one of her feet and freed the garment and forced her to open her legs.

“Magnificent,” he sighed as he gazed at her vulva veiled in the translucent sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose.

There was no cotton gusset in the garment and her labia peeked through her trimmed pubic bush. He stroked her pudenda through the silky hose. She was damp and the intruder smiled wryly.

Laura gasped when the intruder stroked her sensitive genitalia and little ripples of delight radiated outwards from her sex.

“Stop that!” she cried, but she opened her legs a little wider.

The intruder pushed his finger inside her labia and found Laura’s clitoral hood and lightly massaged it with the pad of his finger and Laura’s knees began to quiver. Little mewing sounds escaped her as the intruder grazed her clitoris through the silky layer of her pantyhose. The scent of her vagina increased proportionally to the secretions that were seeping from her sex.

The intruder turned to look at Emilio whose face was a mask of rage. The intruder winked at him and turned his full attention back to Laura.

When he put his mouth on her, Laura’s legs gave way and the intruder herded her to bed where she fell down on it with her feet still on the floor. The intruder lifted her skirts out of the way and resumed his attack on her sex. He lapped at her vaginal lips through the layer of gauzy nylon until they opened like the petals of a flower and then pressed his tongue on her clitoris.

Laura was frantically trying to push the intruder’s face away from between her legs but when his tongue found her clitoris she stopped struggling and put her hands on the intruders head and guided him to her pleasure centre. The feeling of his wet tongue pressing the satiny fabric into her sex was wonderfully exciting. The intruder lapped harder and faster at her, building speed and establishing a steady rhythm. Laura lay on her back moaning with her legs spread wide, encouraging the intruder so perform his cunnilingal duties.

The intruder put his hands around her thighs and buried his face into Laura’s crotch and licked and nipped at her sensitive bud feeling Laura’s orgasm begin to build.

“You bastard. You fucking bastard!” she screamed as her orgasm exploded.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” she howled as she pressed the intruders face into her sex and ground against him.

The intruder continued to lap at her sopping vagina as she writhed on the bed and moaned like a slattern. Her orgasm slowly subsided and when she was done she pushed his face away from her over-sensitive cunt.

The intruder once again turned to face Emilio and laughed at him when he saw the look of hate and outrage on Emilio’s face. Emilio was so angry that he was rocking backwards and forwards on the chair, straining at his bonds so violently that his wrists and ankles were bleeding.

“If you thought that was bad bossman wait until you see this,” the intruder sniggered.

He leapt to his feet still holding Laura’s thighs wide open and placed his hard cock on her sodden crotch. Before Laura could do anything to stop him he thrust his cock into her vagina forcing the delicate pantyhose inside her a little until it finally ripped open and his cock drove all the way inside her.

“No! No! No!” Laura screamed.

The intruder pushed her further onto the bed and fell on top of her and began to fuck her hard and fast. Laura struggled only briefly before she wrapped her legs around his flanks and arms around his neck and pulled him close. She opened her mouth willingly and crushed her lips against his and drove her tongue into his mouth.

The lovers fucked each other, frenziedly moaning and groaning and writhing on the bed. The intruder’s long hard cock filled Laura’s cunt, stretching it and pressing against her g-spot, his pubis ground against her clitoris and the orgasm that had barely subsided flowered again and began to build.

Laura’s cunt was tight and gripped the intruder’s cock so tightly that he was close to coming as soon as he impaled her. He fucked her hard, viciously driving his cock deep inside her and then withdrawing it all the way and then impaling her again.

They both orgasmed; issuing a frenzy of guttural cries as they clung to each other, kissing passionately. The intruder’s cock swelled and suddenly exploded, filling Laura with his scalding spend. When Laura felt the intruder's cock swell and deposit his issue deep in her vagina, she came along with him.

The lovers clung to each other and rode their orgasmic waves until they were both sated and then they lay in each other’s arms kissing and caressing each other.

“That was wonderful darling,” Laura smiled up at the intruder.

“You were wonderful sweetheart,” the intruder gently stroked Laura’s face which still glowed with the aftermath of her climax.

They both turned to look at Emilio who had become so enraged that his chair had tipped over and he was writhing on the floor like a landed fish, still securely bound to the chair.

“We better take care of him I suppose,” the intruder said.

He disengaged from Laura's embrace and walked over to where Emilio was lying on the floor and picked up the chair and smiled down at Emilio who looked apoplectic.

Laura got up from the bed, pulled down her dress and walked over to join the intruder.

“Are sure that you are the sole beneficiary of his estate in his will?” the intruder asked.

“And executor. He signed it this morning just before the wedding,” she smiled back at her lover.

The man aimed his pistol at Emilio’s head.

“This is for my father!” Laura snatched the gun away from the intruder, pushed it against her husband’s head and pulled the trigger.

The End

Author’s Note: I wrote this little ditty whilst I was between chapters of another story I am writing. I hope you liked it. Please tell me what you think. xxx Michele