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THE WEB THEY WEAVED
T. S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people
living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please
stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depiction's of sex
and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for
those who wish to reenact anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that
wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com . Any
comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.
Part 2
Derek nervously drummed his fingers on the coffee shop table and glanced
up at the large round clock on the wall. He would give them a few more minutes
before he went over and confronted Ellen and her lover. He had known for a
while she had been cheating on him but he could never find out when they were
meeting. Then he overheard a telephone call between his wife and her twin
sister Helen two weeks ago. Ellen was talking about doing something naughty
while he was at work this morning. He knew then that he had her. He loved her
dearly and the thought of her in another man's arms caused a pain to race
through his heart and his eyes to fill. He could not cry. He could not become
angry. He knew marrying a younger woman would have it's downfalls, but he
never thought Ellen would find solace in another man's arms.
Like she was right now.
Derek pulled out a couple of dollar bills and left them under his half
drunk cup of coffee as he got up and left. He figured he would give them an
hour. He could get enough on video tape to be useful if divorce came and
things got nasty. He didn't want a divorce. Ellen was the love of his life;
his one true love. But he would not be cuckolded.
Derek hated having to install hidden video cameras in their bedroom and
the guestroom. The salesperson said they were state-of-the-art and far better
than the normal security cameras that he had anticipated buying. He had the
video recorders hidden in the garage as well as a small color television
monitor. A cheaper system would have probably been the way to go, but Derek
never went halfway on any electronics. He would be able to see in fine detail
everything Ellen and her lover did.
It was a picture perfect autumn day. All the trees in the neighborhood had
turned their golden oranges and reds and yellows and the leaves had drifted
upon the sidewalks, lawns and streets. Derek pulled his car to a halt around
the corner and slowly walked towards his house. He was surprised to see
Helen's car pulled into the driveway, at least he thought it was Helen's black
Saab. Probably not. Helen would be at work now, he supposed, sitting behind
her loan desk. The Saab probably belonged to Ellen's lover boy.
As quietly as he could, Derek crept up the side of the garage and unlocked the
side door. He felt like a burglar. The neighborhood seemed so quiet during
the day. He sat down at his workbench and opened the cabinet that held the
television monitor and the two tape machines. He could hear their whisper as
they recorded.
Derek steeled himself as he turned on the television.
A picture of his bedroom came to life in full color and sound. To say he
was shocked would have been the understatement of the year. The sight of his
wife and her twin sister, bound and struggling on the bed, moaning in bliss,
was not what he was expecting at all. No man making love to his wife. He
switched between cameras to see if there was a man around. He didn't see one.
He switched the video tape machine and rewound the recording tape and watched
his wife and her sister bind themselves together and orgasm.
Again, he rewound the tape and watched as his wife and her sister. There
was no mistaking it. They had tied themselves that way. Derek's mind was
swirling and there was no mistaking the stiff ache behind his pants zipper.
It had always been a secret dream of his to make love to twins. Perhaps
that is why he was attracted to Ellen at first. Of course, he never mentioned
this, thinking that Ellen would think him a pervert. . .but now, now he knew
just how kinky his wife was and perhaps he could make his dream come true. .
.he would just come home early from work. . .
Then a devilish thought popped into his head. . .
------- o -------
The last of Ellen's third orgasm swirled through her like a whirlwind of
pure bliss, however, her knees were beginning to ache from kneeling for so long
in one position. There was no way of telling her sister this, especially since
Helen was in the midst of her own orgasm judging by her low moans. They would
be more comfortable on their sides so with a quick tug Ellen fell onto her
side.
The nipple clamps yanked on both of their nipples, causing Helen to scream
in pain as she toppled over. Ellen had prepared herself for it, so the brief
painful tug was not as bad. In fact, the sharp tug on her nipples was like
pouring lighter fluid on orange hot coals. Ellen was engulfed in another fiery
orgasm, bucking against the pole between her legs. Her moans were so load she
didn't even hear Derek creep into the room.
Derek stopped and watched both his wife and her sister writhing on the
bed, hog-tied, gagged, blindfolded and both brunettes were nearly nude. Ellen,
his wife, was wearing nothing but her birthday suit and the leather cuffs that
bound her limbs. Her screams of pleasure drowned out those low moans that
Helen uttered. Helen was indeed as beautiful as his wife. . .having the same
full breasts and long legs and nicely rounded rear ends. Helen had dressed
herself in a black, satin corset with seamed stockings; Covering little and
framing everything. They were both as intoxicating as a fine Kentucky whiskey:
dusky and smooth and sensual.
Derek smiled as he crept over to his wife, scissors in hand. With a
quick snip, he cut the string attached to her frozen cube of keys, pocketing
the keys in his jacket pocket. Quietly, he repeated the act on Helen. Now he
had both the women's keys and without them, they could not hope to escape.
Both women continued to squirm in their bonds, oblivious to Derek as he
went over to his answering machine and turned up the volume. Ellen had him
install the answering machine speakers in every room so she could screen any
messages left from anywhere in the house. Derek wanted to make sure she heard
this one.
Quietly he crept out of the room and back down to the garage where the
video tape machines were still humming away, recording everything. Derek
turned off the sound and picked up his cell phone and carefully dialed the
number to his home. The phone began to ring.
Ellen's fantasy of being captured by pirates dissolved when she heard her
phone ring. She heard her message machine pick up and her husbands voice on
the other end.
"Ellen. . .Ellen. . .are you there? Pick up, it's important," Derek
said, "I guess you're not there. I forgot to tell you this morning that the
window guy was going to be there this morning and he is going to do some
measurements so we can get those tinted windows we talked about. If you're not
there, that's okay because I gave him the spare key so he could let himself in.
Call back if this a problem. See you tonight, Ellen-love, love you."
Derek hung up.
Ellen felt as if ice water had been poured over her. Oh my God, she
thought to herself, she and Helen had to get free NOW! Her fingers found the
string to her keys and pulled it. The string felt oddly light as she gathered
it toward her fingers. . .then she felt the end. No keys. Her fingers fumbled
all about the wad of string she had in her hand, but no matter what she did,
she could not find the keys. She cursed in frustration, trying to strain her
fingers around the sheets, trying to find the ring of keys, but her bindings to
her sister would only allow her to stretch only so far.
Helen was also in a panic, even more so than Ellen. She had not found her
keys at the end of the string nor within the reach of her fluttering fingers.
She could feel the warmth of her tears soaking into the blindfold. No, she
cursed herself, I have to find those keys and keep a straight head. Better
thought than done, however. The vibrator and butterfly were still doing their
job well and despite her situation (or perhaps because of it), she felt another
orgasm lurking, threatening to capture her again in it's fiery bliss.
Helen felt her sister struggling against her bonds. Every tug and strain
pulled at Helen's bonds as well. Her crotch rope would tighten and the clamps
on her nipples would pull them until they nearly hurt. Ellen was trying to
tell her something, but Helen couldn't understand her sister's mmmmphs and
uuuuuughhhs. Helen prayed that Ellen could get her handcuffs off in a hurry.
She was always more adept at that. . .
Then it came, like a fiery whirlwind, a firestorm of bliss that roared
through Helen. It was an orgasm more powerful than she had had in a very long
time and she suffocated in it, a prisoner of it's pleasurable strength as she
buck and moaned and cried in it's embrace.
Derek watched all of this on his monitors, the women struggling to find
escape and then Helen writhing in ecstasy as an orgasm ripped through her. He
smiled as he planned his next move.
End of part two
This story will continue if there is enough interest. Please let me know.
You can reach me at FESSELN1@aol.com. Any comments are welcome.
T. S.
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