Horror movie cliche

Laurel hugs Lisa and kisses her cheek. "Enough history. I want to play again. What about you, sweet bitch, are you playful?" The younger woman hugs her back, kissing her lips.

"Can we play in the dungeon?" she asks shyly.

"She is so precious John! Of course we can sweet bitch. I can see the excitement in your eyes," she grins, her own excitement evident in her face. "Wait, I have an idea to make it even more fun. John, can we play 'Horror Movie'? Please..." she wheedles.

"If you like."

"Wait, um what's playing 'Horror Movie'," Lisa says uncertainly.

"It's ever so much fun, sweet bitch," your wife replies, getting up and opening a dresser drawer and rummaging about. "You know how in horror movies, the victims always split up to search the haunted house or whatever, and the girls always seem to dress for the occasion in lingerie and heels." As she speaks she lays out some lingerie on the bed. "We play the victims, and John of course is the wicked predator. We turn off all the lights and we have flashlights so we can search. Eventually of course, we are captured and taken to his lair where he works his evil will on our helpless, protesting bodies. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Oh say you'll play, sweet bitch. I know you'll love it."

Lisa still looks uncertain, but curiosity and excitement are building in her eyes. She looks at you for reassurance and you smile and nod. "Think of it as 'Hide and Seek' except you get fucked at the end," you say.

"It sounds kind of fun," she says. "I'll try it."

"I know you'll love it, sweet bitch. Now pick out something to wear, anything at all. I think I'll go with this." she holds up a slinky emerald satin gown. "It looks divine on, and even better when I'm helpless and at the mercy of my captor." She grins wantonly and slips it on. It's cut to show a lot of cleavage, and one side is slit from her ankle to her hip. She poses, thrusting a knee out and showing a lot of silken thigh.

"Pick something out while I find some heels. Something ridiculously high so I have no hope of escaping." She gives a little shiver and casts a gaze full of sex at you.

Lisa has picked out a scarlet baby doll and smiling at you she slowly slips it over her head. It just covers her ass, and her lush breasts fill the skimpy top to bursting. She bites her lip and looks at you, gently swaying her hips.

"Careful, sweet bitch, or he'll ravish you on the spot and that will spoil the game," your wife cheerfully admonishes her. "Try these heels, they're my favorite pair of fuck me shoes, and they'll be perfect with that. Mmmmm, I might ravish you myself, sweet bitch."

"John darling, could you bring us flashlights? And you should get ready too, or we'll have to start without you." You grin at her, and gathering a few items of clothing, leave the bedroom on your errand. A few moments later you return wearing a long sleeved black t-shirt and black pants. Leaving the flashlights, you smile in anticipation at the sight the two lovely scantily dressed women quietly chatting and holding hands. As you depart you turn the hall lights off, and once downstairs extinguish the others leaving the two upper floor in darkness. Descending to the basement you turn off all lights except for some dim track lighting in the dungeon. You then pull a black balaclava over your head, covering your features except for the eyes, nose and mouth. With all in readiness, you silently go back upstairs to lie in wait.