Home intruder

You were just enjoying a quiet night at home with your husband watching season one of Bridgeton. Your daughter was sleeping over a friend’s house and yet your husband showed no desire to fuck you. It was sad. You missed cock. So you just hungout alone in sweatpants. A tshirt and a sweatshirt. Your husband was in another room on his laptop.

The quiet night was interrupted when you hear a knock at the door. Thinking nothing of it you go to open the door to see who it could be this late at night. As soon as you open the door a mask man barges into the room. You can’t even scream as he covers your mouth. Pulling out a gun he presses it into your side. You’re paralyzed. The masked man is 6’2, black, muscular. He speaks to you, “anyone else home?” You whimper out a soft, “yes” he commands you to call them into the room. You do as you’re told.

Your husband enters the room and when he sees the situation his mouth hangs open. You know the feeling. His throat is probably dry as well. He tries to stammer something but the man in the mask cuts him. “Shut the fuck up.” He pushes me toward my husband. “Up the stairs, now.” He steers us away from the front door. Away from our escape. Not once lowering his weapon.

We make it to the bedroom and he tosses me his bag. “Take out the rope and tie up your husband.” My husband tries to protest but is quickly shut up when the man mutters, “you trying to die or get your wife killed? This isn’t a fucking joke.”

As I begin to tie my husband up my husband tells me that stuff can be replaced. It’s all okay. This makes the masked man laugh. Which puzzles us. Why would he laugh? He then tells us. “I’m not here for stuff. I’m here for your wife. I drove past a few times and couldn’t help but notice her incredible body. I’m here for some white pussy and you’re going to stay tied up there and watch.”