Jessica struggled a long time before sagging in her bonds. The bedroom darkened by degrees as the sun set outside her window. She sighed into her sopping gag.

Her arousal made her aware of every sensation: The tight cord squeezing each bulging breast, the ache of her widely stretched legs and of course the unremitting rope, hard as steel, that burrowed into her pussy. She longed to scratch the many itches that were driving her to distraction. She still felt the bite of the lash across her generous haunches. Jessica hung her head as the day’s events unfolded in her mind once more.

Jessica had been in the middle of her aerobics workout when the installer from the cable company rang the doorbell. A tall, dark-haired man in his mid-twenties, dressed in blue coveralls and holding a large silver toolbox, greeted her with a professional smile.

"Afternoon, ma'am. You're having cable installed?"

Jessica gawked at the handsome serviceman with blue eyes and broad shoulders whose name tag read Glenn. She blinked as he repeated the question.

"Oh! Why, yes, that's right," she blushed. "I'm sorry! Come in, won't you?" Jessica felt his eyes on her body, clad in black Spandex leotard and nude tights.

Jessica pretended to listen to Glenn while lost in a reverie having to do with this lantern-jawed hunk. Blinking, she chided herself as Glenn wrapped up his spiel.

"Well, I'll try not to get in your way, then," Jessica smiled. "I hope you don't mind if I finish up my exercises while you're doing that. At my age, I have to work hard to keep everything from falling down!"

He watched as Jessica bent over to restart the tape in the VCR. Her exercise program was working, whatever it was.

Jessica was gorgeous, with creamy skin and finely sculpted cheekbones, high and proud. Her big eyes were cocoa-colored, and her lips, true to the cliché, were red like rubies. She kept her thick auburn tresses short but stylish. In her early forties, Jessica was in better shape than many women half her age, with full, round breasts, broad hips and a voluptuous, well-defined ass. Her legs were in perfect proportion to her generous body. Glenn couldn't help but watch as she danced and sweated and panted through her aerobics routine, a hard-on growing in his pants, and a fantasy blooming in his mind.

Jessica felt a little foolish—she knew she was flirting with the young cable installer. Still, she enjoyed the gaze of an admiring male. After all, Tom never looked at her anymore. Ironically, Tom remained jealous—insanely so, it seemed—even as he ignored her. God knows what he would do to her if he ever found out she'd had sex with another man. Nevertheless, Jessica wanted very much to seduce this very good-looking young man. She needed him. Now.

"Whew!" Jessica gasped, breasts heaving. "That's all for me today!" She smiled her invitation at Glenn.

"You don't look like you need to work out," Glenn offered while crimping the end of a cable.

"You're lying,” Jessica giggled. “But I thank you anyway."

"How long have you been doing it?"

Jessica moved closer to Glenn. "About a year or so. I used to feel exhausted afterwards, but now I seem to have more energy."

"Makes you feel like doing it again, eh?"

"Yeah, right!" she laughed. "You'll have to tie me down to keep me from jumping around!"

"That can be arranged." A steely glint appeared in his eye.

Jessica's heart surged. She took a deep breath. "How much longer will you be?" Her voice was cool.

"I'll be done in no—Damn!" he spat. "Hell, they gave me the wrong converter box. This one won't work on your system. I'll have to go back to get the right one."

"Can you get it done today?" Anxiety betrayed her voice.

"Oh, yeah." Glenn gathered up his tools. "I should be back within the hour. Will you still be here?"

Jessica felt faint as his steel-blue eyes held her. "Er, yes. I'll, uh, just take a quick shower while you're gone."

Laughing to himself, Glenn climbed into his van. That lady was begging for a fuck. I’ll give her what she deserves.

Glenn hadn't forgotten the correct converter. He just wanted to go back to the apartment for a couple of things.

He returned a half-hour later with the "new" converter box and some items not necessary for installation. The front door was unlocked and the redheaded woman was nowhere in sight. Glenn had just finished installing the converter when Jessica came into the family room.

The hunky serviceman gulped hard when he saw her. Jessica had on a sheer black peignoir that completely failed to conceal her big, round tits, her large nipples light brown and very stiff. Underneath her negligee, she wore matching panties, sheer as well. The sexy wrap was trimmed with lace that swirled above the high-heeled black patent pumps with thin straps encircling her trim ankles.

Jessica's heart pounded as Glenn devoured her with his eyes. Oh God, what am I doing? She felt foolish and afraid, wanting suddenly to flee, but Glenn stepped up and took charge, practically licking his chops.

"Well, hello, you sexy thing. Don't tell me that you got all dolled up just for me?"

Blushing, Jessica stammered, "W–well, it's j–just that I—"

That was as far as she got. Glenn took her in his strong arms and pressed his lips against hers. Jessica melted. Passion coursed between them, charging her with an erotic current. Resisting at first, Jessica was soon swept away. She hadn’t felt such ardor in ages. Needing it badly, Jessica surrendered to it now. They broke apart, gasping. Glenn pulled off Jessica's peignoir.

"I–I usually don't do this sort of thing," she offered. "It's just that . . . my husband and I—we haven't . . . you know. It's just that I get so lonely. I need—"

"—I know what you need, beautiful," Glenn said, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Reaching into his toolbox, he pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs. Jessica’s eyes widened at the sight of them, her lips forming a silent circle. What was this? Things were racing too fast. Here she was, parading like a cheap slut in front of a strange young man, and now he held up a pair of handcuffs.

"Hold out your hands," Glenn ordered, steel in his voice.

Meekly, Jessica complied. Glenn locked one cuff around Jessica's slender wrist, then the other. Jessica was handcuffed. Giddiness engulfed her, overwhelmed by a delicious panic. Glenn was definitely in charge here.

"Oooooh," she moaned softly, staring in wonderment at her chained wrists, tugging at the solid steel. She was a bad girl being punished. "I've never been—oooooh!" she burbled.

Glenn grinned, amused. "You've never been tied up before, beautiful?"

Jessica could only shake her head.

"Well, we're in for a wild afternoon, aren’t we?" He tweaked her nipple.

Jessica couldn’t back out now. This was too exciting, too mysterious, too dangerous. She quivered at the thought of being tied up, helpless, while a man she didn't even know used her for his own pleasure! Lurid images swamped her mind: whips, chains, debauchery.

Glenn gathered up his toolbox. His cock was as long and hard as one of his screwdrivers. "C'mon, sugar. Take me to the bedroom."

Glenn licked his chops again as he followed Jessica up the curving staircase to the second floor. The redhead's full, sexy bottom swayed from side to side as she ascended the stairs. It was an irresistible invitation to Glenn, whose hand snaked out to slap her ass cheek. Jessica squealed in surprise before giggling. Once at the top of the stairs, she led the way to the door at the end of the hallway, opened it, and stepped inside.

Perfect, Glenn thought as he looked around the large room. There was a king-size bed with a headboard of brass railing. The ceiling was vaulted, with thick oaken beams running the length of the room. He made some mental notes.

Glenn pointed to the bed. "Lie down on your back."

Like a good girl, Jessica did as she was told.

Glenn took out several lengths of clothesline from his toolbox. After reassuring Jessica with a kiss, he used white rope to lash Jessica's cuffed hands to the headboard. He spread her legs wide and bound her ankles to the corners. Jessica's buxom chest heaved as she twisted in her new bonds. Wetness showed at the crotch of her panties.

"God! This is incredible!" she gushed.

"You like that?" he snickered. "It's only the beginning."

For the next hour, Glenn teased and caressed and licked and kissed almost every inch of Jessica's luscious body until she cried to be fucked. No man had ever made love to her so ardently, so aggressively—all the while she lay trussed, unable to reciprocate or initiate, capable only of receiving, submitting.

Glenn's hands roamed all over Jessica, his tongue not far behind. He serviced every bit of her in this way, except for her fragrant honeypot, which seethed with its own special heat. Jessica begged him to touch her there, but Glenn was not about to let her experience the orgasm she so desperately needed.

Reaching into his toolbox, he produced a large, flesh-colored vibrator. Jessica squealed as he turned it on and pressed it against her. The buzzing was exquisite; it fanned the flames licking the insides of her womb. Glenn ran the vibrator all over her, slowly and deliberately, finally working the tip at the portal of her pussy, teasing her.

Jessica writhed at the slightest touch, her moans long and lusty. She wanted to explode, so frantic was her need. But she couldn't come, not the way she was tied up—her only hope was this gorgeous stud and his divine torture with the vibrator. Her lambent gaze met with an infuriating, self-satisfied grin.

Glenn straddled her heaving chest, his throbbing cock poking at her parted lips. Jessica was transfixed by the stiff man-meat staring, one-eyed and dewy, at her.

"Suck me off, bitch," he rasped in a hoarse voice.

As Glenn inched forward, her luscious lips were forced open, and she took his long, hard tool into her mouth. It had been years since she had given a blowjob, but she fed hungrily on Glenn now, thrilled at being forced to submit to it. His hip thrusting became more frenzied as he neared his climax, but Jessica teased him by backing off a few times. Finally, Glenn couldn't stand it any longer. Gripping her auburn tresses, he fucked Jessica's ravenous mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. His cock seemed to swell up and fill her mouth entirely just before the first hot spurts struck the back of her throat.

Spent, Glenn clambered off Jessica.

"Not too bad, baby," he wheezed.

"Thanks," Jessica was pleased with herself. "Maybe you have something for me?" She batted her long lashes at him.

Glenn got up. "Oh, yeah," he grinned. "I've got a big surprise for you.”

Glenn untied Jessica from the bed but left her handcuffs on, the rope still trailing from them. With a Cheshire smile, he pulled off her wet, aromatic panties. Jessica simpered expectantly, naked at last. Glenn stood her under one of the oaken beams. Standing on a chair, he looped the rope around the beam, pulled Jessica's arms over her head and knotted it. Jessica smile was uncertain.

"Spread your legs, as far apart as you can get 'em," he commanded as he pulled on his clothes. "Don't move until I get back."

He returned shortly, carrying a long steel pipe and a length of insulated cable. Satisfied that Jessica had indeed kept her legs apart as ordered, Glenn used more clothesline to lash one end of the steel pipe to Jessica's right ankle, then bound the other end to her left ankle. Jessica moaned anew, her eyelids drooping with pleasure, as Glenn's fingers slid into her pussy and came out coated with musk.

"Horny?" he snickered.

"Mmmmm-hmmmm," she murmured. "Ohh, fuck me! Fuck me! I'm so horny! I need it so bad!" Her voice trailed off.

Glenn thrust his fingers into her mouth and made her lick off her own love juices.

"Well, since you enjoy that so much—"

He picked up her panties and stuffed them into her mouth, enjoying the surprise written on her face. Taking a roll of duct tape from his toolbox, he wrapped the thick, sticky ribbon around her head until the bottom half of Jessica's face was covered, leaving her cute, upturned nose and beautiful, bewildered brown eyes peeking over the silver tape. Glenn then bound her tits, wrapping cord around each stunning breast until both jutted proudly. Jessica gurgled and hummed unintelligibly behind her stifling gag.

"What's that, baby?" he taunted her. "You like it?"

Jessica shook her head.

Glenn wound the longest piece of clothesline around Jessica's svelte waist, then ran the line between her legs. He tossed the rope over a ceiling beam and yanked on the line, pleased to see her respond instantly to the cord nestling into her loins. A long, plaintive moan managed to escape from her mouth. He tied off the end of the rope to the knob of the open bedroom door, leaving just enough slack to allow him to close it. Whistling, he picked up the length of cable. He was nearly finished here.

Jessica's eyes grew huge, and she whimpered. Glenn smile was evil as he stepped behind her, snapping the cable. Such a voluptuous, irresistible ass; it could take many, many lashes, he knew. He reared back and laid one on. Jessica whinnied into her gag as an electric jolt seared her cheeks. A scarlet weal sprang up immediately. She colored beautifully. Glenn whipped her again, and again, and again, until Jessica's full, ripe ass was candy-striped by the thin, wicked cable. She rolled her hips and panted heavily through her nostrils, her eyes shining.

"That's for being a naughty girl. Better get used to it."

Humming to himself, Glenn took a pen and pad from his toolbox and wrote a note to Jessica's husband. It read:

Dear Sir,

I'm afraid your wife has been very bad. She begged me to fuck her and refused to take no for an answer. I had no choice but to restrain her. She seemed to behave a little after I whipped her. You might want to try this as well.

[signed]
A Fellow Husband

P.S. You can keep the handcuffs. You might need them again sometime.

Glenn showed Jessica what he had written. As she read, she frowned and shook her head, then stared indignantly at Glenn. Fervent protestations hummed behind her gag, mush to Glenn's ears. He set the note on the bed, next to the cable, and set a small key on top of the note. Then he went over to Jessica.

"Thanks for the blowjob," he smirked, pinching her ass. "Oh, and before you think about reporting me, don't forget—like I said in the note, I can say that you came onto me, shaking your ass at me doing your workout tape, then changing into that sexy negligee to seduce me."

With one final wink at the bound and gagged beauty, he collected his toolbox and left the room. He slammed the door shut, then tied a rope from the outside knob to another doorknob across the hallway, to prevent the bedroom door from popping open. The redhead should really appreciate that crotch rope now.

Indeed, Jessica quivered ecstatically against the thick cord pulled taut as a guy wire through her pussy. Too bad she was pinioned too tightly. Despite the rope pressing into her most intimate regions, she couldn't thrust or gyrate enough to provide the friction necessary to allow her to come. The incessant pressure of the tense rope kept her at the brink of orgasm, but her stringent bondage kept her from moving her hips enough to achieve the shattering climax she needed.

All Jessica could do was wait for Tom to come home and read the note. As the room slipped slowly into darkness, she gazed at the note and the handcuff key on top of it, almost mocking her as it lay so close to her but remained so far out of reach. Then she gazed at the length of cable next to them with a mixture of terror and anticipation.