Parental Guidance: If you are under the age of eighteen, stop reading here. This piece may be a little too naughty for you so go pick up Twilight or something.
The doorbell rang and Sylvia went to the door to open it. A young couple stood in the hallway outside.
“Hello,” said a slender woman with dark skin. “I’m Katie, and this is my boyfriend Alex.”
The muscular man standing beside Katie gave Sylvia a curt nod. Sylvia leaned on the doorframe and licked her lips.
“Come on in,” she said.
They crossed the threshold into Sylvia’s flat and she led them into the living room. Her husband Mike sat on the couch, feet up on a stool and his hands tucked behind his head. He stood up to greet them
“You’re here,” said Mike. “For a minute there we thought you were going to stand us up.”
“We’d never do that,” said Alex. “These play-dates are the highlight of our week.”
Katie went across the room and sat on the couch besides Mike. She turned her body towards him then crossed her legs and pulled her skirt up just enough to expose the black crotch of her lace panties. Alex sat on the armchair and Sylvia sat on his knee with her arms cradled around his broad shoulders. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“I hope you brought the toys,” she said.
Alex grinned and nodded towards Katie. She pulled up her handbag and took out a pair of fluffy handcuffs and tossed them across to Sylvia. She smiled and Alex by the hand then led him out of the room.
“Come with me,” she said. “Show me how these work.”
They left Katie and Mike alone on the living room couch. Mike scratched his ear and blushed.
“Sylvia is all worked up,” he said. “She’s been looking forward to this meet since you first responded to our personals ad. We’ve been dealing with nothing but time-wasters up to now but we knew you two would be the real deal.”
Katie placed a finger to his lips and shushed him.
“Come on Mike,” she said, as she hiked her skirt up to her waist and straddled Mike’s lap. “We didn’t come here to talk, now did we?”
Mike shook his head.
“That’s what I thought,” said Katie.
She pulled her halter top up and over her head, exposing A-cup breasts with the perkiest nipples Mike had ever seen. He leaned forward to kiss them but Katie pushed him back against the couch with a firm palm on his chest.
“Don’t move,” she said. “I’m in control here.”
She pushed her fingers in between his shirt buttons and pulled. His shirt ripped apart and buttons went flying in all directions.
Katie slid off of Mike and onto the carpet. She grabbed his trousers at his waist and pulled them down. His humble erection stood straight up, barely four inches tall. Katie suppressed a sigh. No wonder his wife was so happy to get her hands on Alex. He packed double this size at least. She pushed thoughts of Alex out of her mind for the moment and got back to straddling Mike. She pushed her panties to one side and lowered herself onto him. He exhaled as he entered her and grabbed Katie’s thighs. With him inside her, Katie twisted her hips left and right, then round in a slow circle.
Mike’s eyes rolled back and his body shook with spasms. Something hot and wet slide down the inside of her thigh. That was quicker than she’d expected.
“My God,” said Mike. “That was-“
A shrill scream cut him off. Loud and tense from the other room. Mike tensed and tried to get up but Katie pushed him back down.
“What the hell was that?” said Mike.
“That,” said Katie. “Was your wife screaming for help.”
A look of confusion flashed across his face. Then his brow furrowed and he brushed Katie off of him.
“Your man better not be hurting my wife,” said Mike.
Katie laughed. “Oh, he’s hurting her alright. We did tell you that we’re into some freaky shit.”
Mike stood up, a little too fast. His legs caught in his pants that were still wrapped around his ankles and he fell forward onto the ground. He picked himself up and was almost at the door when Alex appeared in the doorway. He stood stark naked, his hands red with blood. Mike recoiled and stumbled backwards.
“What he hell,” said Mike. “Sylvia? Sylvia!”
Alex shot a hand forward and caught Mike on his throat. He squeezed and Mike choked as Alex crushed his windpipe.
“Katie,” said Alex. “You’re supposed to be keeping him busy.”
“We were still playing,” said Katie. “It’s not my fault you couldn’t keep your girl quiet.”
Mike struggled against Alex’s grip. His hands tried to pry Alex’s fingers off his neck but they held like a vice.
“Finish him off then,” said Alex. “We have another date for tonight.”
“Oh, I already finished him,” said Kate.
“You know what I mean, you dirty girl.”
Katie smiled and reached into her purse. Her hand came with it a pocket knife. She pressed the release and a slender blade popped out of the top then she came up behind the helpless Mike, stroked the top of his head and pressed the blade under his jawbone.
“You see Mike,” she said into his ear. “My fetish is an homage to the black widow spider. No man who fucks me lives to see the next day.”
Katie drew the knife across his neck, cutting as deep as she could. Mike tried to say something but all that came out was a choked gargle. His last words.