dahoochman
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In part 1, Linda had discovered her husband lied to her about his after work activities, so in anger she decided to get dolled up and go to a local bar , where she met several young studs. The 3 guys invited Linda back to their place, where they drank more, and flirted and fondled, with the 3 guys tickling her at one point. Feeling that she had bitten of more than she could chew, Linda went to the bathroom and tried to call her husband, but could only leave him a message. She emerges from the bathroom to find………..
A Thursday To Remember, Part 2….
The guys had removed the couch cushions – it was a sofa bed – and had taken the bed out. Two of them were sitting on the bed. She walked slowly toward the bed, with one of the guys patting the mattress for her to sit in between them. Nervously, she did. The 3rd guy emerged from a bedroom with what looked like ace bandages in his hands. As Linda sat there, the two guys on the bed started pawing at her, one guy rubbing her legs, the other trying to kiss her neck. The 3rd guy came over and pushed Linda on to her back, and tried to lift her feet on to the bed. Linda started kicking and pleading for the guys to stop at this point, not sure what was happening. The guys on each side of her had pinned her arms down under their weight, and were both running their hands all over her body. The 3rd guy walked around to the foot of the bed and was reaching for Linda’s legs. Linda tried to reason with the 3 guys. “Guys, listen, I need to go soon. Guys!!” But the guys did not respond, instead, they continued their attack on Linda. She could feel one of the guys working her skirt up, and rubbing higher and higher on her thighs. The other guy was kissing her neck, and was trying to unzip her dress. She could feel the 3rd guy down by her feet, but could not see what he was doing. After several pleads, she finally had to do something. “Guys, Please, Stop, I’m married! I can't!” she yelled out. All 3 guys stopped what they were doing.
“You’re married?” asked one of the guys. “Then why are you dressed this way?” “Yeah,” said another, “why would you come back here with us then? You knew what we wanted?” Though they had stopped feeling her up, the 2 guys holding her down did not get up, so their full weight was still resting on her arms. The guy by her feet got up and just stood. He was obviously the leader of the group. “How do we know you’re not lying?” he asked. “Go in my purse, my wedding ring is in there.” Said Linda, and with that the guy picked up her purse off the floor. He unzipped it, and first pulled out the cell phone, placing it on the foot of the bed. After searching for a minute, he found the ring. “You fucking slut,” he said, obviously not happy at what he had found. With that, he put the ring back in her purse and threw the purse on the floor. “I can't believe you led us on like that! You fucking liar!" "I didn't lie," responded Linda, but her words were cut off. "Well, we don’t like being lied to, and we have ways of dealing with liars!” he said, and an evil smile came across his face. He looked at the two guys pinning her down. “Hold her down, we’ll teach her a lesson,” and with that he picked up a long ace bandage. Linda, immediately started to plead again “Look, please, I don’t want any trouble, please, just let me go home, PLEASE!” but the guys held her in place. The 3rd guy reached down and grabbed Linda’s left leg, and started to loop the flexible fabric around her ankle. “Listen!!” yelled Linda “I called my husband before and he is on his way! So let me go NOW!!!” said Linda, her voice crackling with both fear and anger. But the guys didn’t budge, and the guy at the foot of the bed had cinched her ankle tight, and was tugging toward the left corner of the bed.
About this time, Linda’s husband pulled into the driveway, surprised to see her Nissan missing. He parked his car and walked into the house, figuring she had gone to the store or something. No biggie. He entered the home, and as he walked through the kitchen he ignored the flashing “message” light on the wall mounted phone, picked up his cell, and walked to the bedroom. As he entered the bedroom, he was taken aback by the sight of Linda’s clothes thrown on the floor. He could tell that she had been in the closet too. But where did she go? He went back to the kitchen, and saw the message light flashing…
Back at the house, the guys had succeeded in tying Linda’s legs wide apart, and were struggling with her to get her arms tied. She tried to fight back as best she could, but the 3 huge guys were no match for her tiny frame. One by one they very tightly looped the fabric around her wrists, and then pulled each wrist to a corner of the small sofa bed, securing the material tightly to the metal bed frame. Once they had her tied, the 3 got up and admired their handy work. Looking down at her, in her tiny black dress – pulled up to reveal the sexy lace tops of her stockings, her ankles with material tightly tied around them, and her sexy feet dangling over the edge of the bed in those sexy high heeled strappy shoes. Oh, she was a sight to behold. They grabbed the tequila, and poured 4 drinks. Each guy took a drink, and they placed the fourth drink on Linda’s stomach. They held up the drinks, and toasted, as Linda lie there helpless, cursing at them. They finished their drinks and as Linda continued to plead with them. Finally, they had enough of her whining, and one of them grabbed a piece of tape, and put it over her mouth.
“Now” said the leader of the 3 “we’re going to have some fun." And with that he motioned, and one of the guys started to unbuckle one of Linda’s shoes. As if on cue, the other guy started to undo the other shoe. The 3rd guy came and sat by Linda’s arm, and started to run his fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt you.” But his words hardly seemed reassuring. Linda’s eyes had welled up with tears, and he reached down and wiped a tear away. “Oh no no, that’s not how we play. We want to cheer you up, you know, make you laugh. You do like to laugh, don’t you” and as he finished his sentence she could feel her shoes being removed. Nervously, Linda nodded yes. “Ah, good, see we’re in agreement.” He turned and motioned to the other 2 guys, who started to slowly slide a single finger up Linda’s stockinged soles. Linda tried not to laugh, closing her eyes at first, but after a few seconds the 2 guys started to tickle her faster, now sliding several fingers up and down her helpless feet. Linda started to laugh muffled giggles through the tape on her mouth, and lifted her head to look down at the 2 guys torturing her helpless feet. The 3rd guy placed his hand on her head, gently pushing it back down, running his fingers through her hair. “Now now, just put your head down, and laugh. Go ahead, laugh. We’re going to tickle you all night.” The guys continued their attack on her feet, alternating between slow torturous tickles, to more quick, severe tickles. Linda’s eyes were watering again, but this time the tears were from laughing so hard. She tried to lift her head several times, and pulled feverishly on the binds holding her, but it did not help as she was tied tight. She thrashed on the bed, as the tickling sensations shot up her legs, and tried desperately to move her feet and avoid the maddening tickles, but being tied so tight she was helpless. The guy on her right foot had grabbed her toes with one hand, and was slowly running several fingers very deliberately from heel to tie, while the guy on her right foot was madly tickling all over her fott with all 10 fingers. But suddenly, the guys stopped tickling her. Then she heard why - her cell phone had started to ring.
TO BE CONTINUED….
A Thursday To Remember, Part 2….
The guys had removed the couch cushions – it was a sofa bed – and had taken the bed out. Two of them were sitting on the bed. She walked slowly toward the bed, with one of the guys patting the mattress for her to sit in between them. Nervously, she did. The 3rd guy emerged from a bedroom with what looked like ace bandages in his hands. As Linda sat there, the two guys on the bed started pawing at her, one guy rubbing her legs, the other trying to kiss her neck. The 3rd guy came over and pushed Linda on to her back, and tried to lift her feet on to the bed. Linda started kicking and pleading for the guys to stop at this point, not sure what was happening. The guys on each side of her had pinned her arms down under their weight, and were both running their hands all over her body. The 3rd guy walked around to the foot of the bed and was reaching for Linda’s legs. Linda tried to reason with the 3 guys. “Guys, listen, I need to go soon. Guys!!” But the guys did not respond, instead, they continued their attack on Linda. She could feel one of the guys working her skirt up, and rubbing higher and higher on her thighs. The other guy was kissing her neck, and was trying to unzip her dress. She could feel the 3rd guy down by her feet, but could not see what he was doing. After several pleads, she finally had to do something. “Guys, Please, Stop, I’m married! I can't!” she yelled out. All 3 guys stopped what they were doing.
“You’re married?” asked one of the guys. “Then why are you dressed this way?” “Yeah,” said another, “why would you come back here with us then? You knew what we wanted?” Though they had stopped feeling her up, the 2 guys holding her down did not get up, so their full weight was still resting on her arms. The guy by her feet got up and just stood. He was obviously the leader of the group. “How do we know you’re not lying?” he asked. “Go in my purse, my wedding ring is in there.” Said Linda, and with that the guy picked up her purse off the floor. He unzipped it, and first pulled out the cell phone, placing it on the foot of the bed. After searching for a minute, he found the ring. “You fucking slut,” he said, obviously not happy at what he had found. With that, he put the ring back in her purse and threw the purse on the floor. “I can't believe you led us on like that! You fucking liar!" "I didn't lie," responded Linda, but her words were cut off. "Well, we don’t like being lied to, and we have ways of dealing with liars!” he said, and an evil smile came across his face. He looked at the two guys pinning her down. “Hold her down, we’ll teach her a lesson,” and with that he picked up a long ace bandage. Linda, immediately started to plead again “Look, please, I don’t want any trouble, please, just let me go home, PLEASE!” but the guys held her in place. The 3rd guy reached down and grabbed Linda’s left leg, and started to loop the flexible fabric around her ankle. “Listen!!” yelled Linda “I called my husband before and he is on his way! So let me go NOW!!!” said Linda, her voice crackling with both fear and anger. But the guys didn’t budge, and the guy at the foot of the bed had cinched her ankle tight, and was tugging toward the left corner of the bed.
About this time, Linda’s husband pulled into the driveway, surprised to see her Nissan missing. He parked his car and walked into the house, figuring she had gone to the store or something. No biggie. He entered the home, and as he walked through the kitchen he ignored the flashing “message” light on the wall mounted phone, picked up his cell, and walked to the bedroom. As he entered the bedroom, he was taken aback by the sight of Linda’s clothes thrown on the floor. He could tell that she had been in the closet too. But where did she go? He went back to the kitchen, and saw the message light flashing…
Back at the house, the guys had succeeded in tying Linda’s legs wide apart, and were struggling with her to get her arms tied. She tried to fight back as best she could, but the 3 huge guys were no match for her tiny frame. One by one they very tightly looped the fabric around her wrists, and then pulled each wrist to a corner of the small sofa bed, securing the material tightly to the metal bed frame. Once they had her tied, the 3 got up and admired their handy work. Looking down at her, in her tiny black dress – pulled up to reveal the sexy lace tops of her stockings, her ankles with material tightly tied around them, and her sexy feet dangling over the edge of the bed in those sexy high heeled strappy shoes. Oh, she was a sight to behold. They grabbed the tequila, and poured 4 drinks. Each guy took a drink, and they placed the fourth drink on Linda’s stomach. They held up the drinks, and toasted, as Linda lie there helpless, cursing at them. They finished their drinks and as Linda continued to plead with them. Finally, they had enough of her whining, and one of them grabbed a piece of tape, and put it over her mouth.
“Now” said the leader of the 3 “we’re going to have some fun." And with that he motioned, and one of the guys started to unbuckle one of Linda’s shoes. As if on cue, the other guy started to undo the other shoe. The 3rd guy came and sat by Linda’s arm, and started to run his fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt you.” But his words hardly seemed reassuring. Linda’s eyes had welled up with tears, and he reached down and wiped a tear away. “Oh no no, that’s not how we play. We want to cheer you up, you know, make you laugh. You do like to laugh, don’t you” and as he finished his sentence she could feel her shoes being removed. Nervously, Linda nodded yes. “Ah, good, see we’re in agreement.” He turned and motioned to the other 2 guys, who started to slowly slide a single finger up Linda’s stockinged soles. Linda tried not to laugh, closing her eyes at first, but after a few seconds the 2 guys started to tickle her faster, now sliding several fingers up and down her helpless feet. Linda started to laugh muffled giggles through the tape on her mouth, and lifted her head to look down at the 2 guys torturing her helpless feet. The 3rd guy placed his hand on her head, gently pushing it back down, running his fingers through her hair. “Now now, just put your head down, and laugh. Go ahead, laugh. We’re going to tickle you all night.” The guys continued their attack on her feet, alternating between slow torturous tickles, to more quick, severe tickles. Linda’s eyes were watering again, but this time the tears were from laughing so hard. She tried to lift her head several times, and pulled feverishly on the binds holding her, but it did not help as she was tied tight. She thrashed on the bed, as the tickling sensations shot up her legs, and tried desperately to move her feet and avoid the maddening tickles, but being tied so tight she was helpless. The guy on her right foot had grabbed her toes with one hand, and was slowly running several fingers very deliberately from heel to tie, while the guy on her right foot was madly tickling all over her fott with all 10 fingers. But suddenly, the guys stopped tickling her. Then she heard why - her cell phone had started to ring.
TO BE CONTINUED….
