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  Tied Down and Taken Hard

  The complete series — three stories in one!

  (Bondage/BDSM, one-on-one and MFM threesome, unprotected, cheating husband, forbidden, clothed male naked female)

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  Anya Aurelie

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  Tied Down and Taken Hard, #1

  I left my husband last week, but I’m not all that broken up about it. He never knew how to fuck me right anyway.

  Oh, I know, sex is not the most important thing in marriage. But when you’ve spent the last seven years getting fucked by someone so timid you can hardly tell he’s inside of you, it starts to take on added importance.

  By the end, I was dreaming of getting fucked hard. I was dreaming of getting tied down and having a hard cock shoved into my tight, juicy cunt, being forced to suck and fuck like some kind of sex slave. And it just got to be too much — I knew I had to go out and find what I needed.

  But first, I had to leave my husband and take up temporary residence with my twin sister.

  Little did I know that in that very first step, I would find exactly what I was looking for.

  “So what are you going to do?” Amy asked me the day I arrived, leaning back against her immaculate kitchen counter. Although we were identical twins, our personalities were nothing alike. I was impulsive, while she thought everything through in excruciating detail. I loved to have fun, while she preferred planning for the future. I’d always let my true colors fly, while she wanted to present a positive face to the world. We didn’t see each other often because every time we did, we seemed to end up in some stupid argument. Now, though, I wasn’t sure where else to turn.

  “I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I said, frustrated already. “I only just left. That’s why I’m here — I need time to just think and make a plan.”

  “May, this is serious. Are you looking for jobs?” she persisted. “Are you trained in any sort of professional skills?”

  I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Again,” I said, trying to stay patient, “I’m just at the very beginning of thinking about all of this. It’s only been half a day.” The part I didn’t say was that I’d been thinking about sex more than — that in the hours since I’d left Rob, I’d thought about getting a job exactly zero times, and thought about finding the first new man to cram my cunt full of his hard cock almost endlessly.

  You could tell just by looking that Amy and I were polar opposites. We both had the same DD-cup breasts, the same thin waist and curvy hips, the same round ass, but what we chose to do with those features was very different.

  Amy wore button-up shirts seven days a week that hid her breasts under loose fabric and left not even a hint of cleavage on view at the top. I preferred tank tops or scoop-neck tees that were tight enough to show off every bit of my curves. She wore jeans or long skirts, while I chose skirts that ended at mid-thigh and high heels to elongate my legs further.

  I knew what we had, and I was proud of it. Why my identical twin thought so differently about our assets was a mystery to me.

  But I knew that Amy didn’t approve of my choices — everything from the way I dressed myself to the fact that I’d spent the last seven years as an unemployed housewife, to the fact that I’d left Rob over sexual incompatibility.

  “I’m just trying to help,” Amy said, but I knew she was judging me.

  “You are helping,” I said. “By letting me stay with you. Everything else I’ll figure out on my own.” I knew Amy resented the fact that I didn’t work all day while she spent her time changing diapers for other people’s kids who were old enough to know better, in the local elementary school’s pre-K classroom. Maybe she even resented the way I knew how to flaunt my sexuality, while she kept hers wrapped up so tight I wondered whether even her husband was able to get in.

  As though on cue, Amy’s husband Joe walked in then, and I was spared from having to answer any more questions about what I was planning on doing with my life. He was attractive, I realized, and decided that if I’d met him in a club I’d have tried to take him home with me.

  Joe glanced me up and down, and I saw his eyes lingering on my chest and legs. I wondered what he thought when he looked at me — so like his wife, yet presented so differently. Did he ever wish Amy would dress like this, or was he glad she kept her body to herself?

  He didn’t look exactly happy to see me, though. I tried to take preventive action to get him on my side.

  “Hey Joe, so good to see you!” I said, crossing the kitchen to wrap him up in a big hug that Amy would no doubt also disapprove of.

  I’d never spent much time with Amy’s husband. He’d always seemed a little cold to me. But I knew that it might be a while until I’d be able to get everything sorted out, and I needed to stay on their good side if I wanted to stay in their house until I had somewhere else to go.

  He pulled away stiffly and I saw him glance at Amy as though worried she was going to be mad at him.

  “So, May,” he said, pulling a beer out of the fridge and cracking it open, “I hear you left Rob. What happened?”

  No sense in lying, I thought. “I just got bored,” I said. “I need someone who can fuck the shit out of me, and he didn’t know how to do it.”

  I saw the surprise register on his face, though he tried to hide it. I’d always enjoyed shocking people, ever since I was a kid. I smiled.

  Now it was Amy’s turn to roll her eyes. “Marriage takes compromise,” she told me. “It’s hard work.”

  I snorted in laughter. “I’m not one of your little students,” I said. “You can spare me the life lessons.”

  “All right,” Joe said, moving in between us. “Amy, where are you wanting May to sleep?”

  She hesitated. “There’s really only one option,” she said, sounding apologetic.

  “Are you kidding me?” Joe said. “You think she’s going to sleep in my office? Absolutely not.”

  “Joe,” Amy protested, “it’s the only place with a pull-out couch. We can’t have her sleep in the living room when we have a perfectly good sleeper sofa.” To me, she said, “Joe works from home, so you’ll have to keep your stuff to one side of the room.”

  Joe looked angry, but I stayed quiet. Sure, I should’ve offered to sleep in the living room, but I was on my sister’s side for once.

  “Do you have anything on the couch in there?” she asked him. “I’ll grab the sheets if you clear it off for me.”

  Joe glared at me. “Fine,” he said threateningly, and headed down the hall.

  Amy turned to me. “See?” she said. “Compromise.”

  The next morning, I woke up with my sister’s husband standing over me, arms crossed. “Rise and shine,” he said, pulling the blanket off me
. “I have to get to work.”

  I stretched lazily, then noticed that one breast had fallen out of my nightgown in my sleep. Joe was staring at me, and I didn’t bother to hurry when I adjusted the nightgown to cover myself. It had also ridden up at the bottom, and the bottom curve of my bare ass was showing, so I pulled it down too.

  “So get to work,” I said. “I’m not lying on your computer.”

  “No, but I’m used to being alone in my office while I work,” he said.

  “Well, better get used to working with someone else here,” I said, and closed my eyes again. It’s not that I was ungrateful, I just did things my own way. People who knew me well loved me for it, but it sometimes came off as abrasive to those I wasn’t as close to.

  “Uh-uh,” he said. “No. Time to get up.”

  I sighed and stood up, again making no effort to hurry. I crouched on the floor in front of my suitcase, rifling through until I found panties, a skirt, bra, and shirt for the day.

  “You know,” he said, and his tone sounded somewhat kinder now, “I can see that you’re not wearing panties. When you crouch down like that, I can see quite a lot of you.”

  I glanced back at him and smiled. “I figure you’ve seen it all before, given that you fuck my twin sister regularly, so it’s not like I’m showing you something new.”

  He grunted something like a laugh. “I don’t know about regularly,” he mumbled.

  I looked up in surprise, but just said, “You can get started working. Don’t let me keep you.” And I pulled the nightgown up and over my head and picked up my panties.

  “Don’t you want to do that in the bathroom?” Joe asked, sounding amused. He was glued in place, staring at my naked body.

  “Why would I?” I said. “I took a shower last night. I just need to get dressed.”

  “Exactly how long are you planning on staying with us?” he asked my breasts. I felt my nipples harden. I knew it was wrong, but I was enjoying teasing my sister’s husband. It had been way too long since a man — any man — had looked at my body with such lust.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “It all just depends on how quickly I find a job and a new place.”

  “Think you might be able to help out with some rent while you’re taking up space in my office?” he asked. “You know, while you’re preventing me from earning money?”

  My hand with my panties in it dropped to my side, and I turned to face him, fist on my hip. “How exactly am I preventing you from earning money?” I asked. “I told you to go ahead and get started. Besides, I don’t have any money. I can’t pay any rent. My sister just offered to help me out because we’re family, you know? That’s what you do for family.”

  “You’re not my family,” he said. “And there has to be some way you can pay your way.” He gave my body one last once-over and then sat down at his computer. “If you’re going to be in here while I’m working, at the very least you need to stay quiet and still so that you don’t distract me.”

  “Quiet and still?” I repeated. “What is this, the nineteenth century? Women should be seen and not heard?”

  “When they’re in my office,” he murmured to his computer screen.

  I got dressed as noisily as possible to remind Joe that he didn’t get to tell me what to do. Then I marched in and out of his office, pretending to tidy up my things but really just trying to irritate him.

  Finally, he turned to me. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to tie you in place so you can’t keep distracting me,” he exploded.

  I stopped in my tracks and stared at him. My pussy throbbed at the thought. It was so wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. “Go ahead then,” I whispered, staring straight into his eyes. “Tie me up.”

  He found me attractive, I knew — if it weren’t obvious already because he was married to a woman who looked exactly like me, it had become apparent when I’d seen his eyes look me over when I’d stood in front of him naked.

  He looked back at my challenging face and then stood. “Fine,” he said simply, and disappeared out the office door and down the hall. Was he really going to tie me up? Surely not. He was probably going to get a cup of coffee or something and cool down.

  I yawned and stretched, then looked down at myself. Hmm. I didn’t like this outfit after all. I rifled through my suitcase to find something that felt more right for today, pulling out a brighter-colored striped skirt and a flirty, lacy top. I stripped back down to my bra and panties, then heard Joe coming back down the hall toward the office.

  A moment later, he appeared in the doorway with a coil of rope. I stood up, still in bra and panties, my mouth falling open into an O. “Are you serious?” I asked.

  “It was an excellent suggestion,” he said. “And probably the only thing that’ll work to keep you out of my hair.”

  My pussy throbbed again as I noticed his muscular arms as he began unwinding the rope.

  “Seeing as you haven’t yet made your bed back into a couch, I guess I’ll have to tie you to the bed,” he continued.

  I felt my nipples harden again, and knew it was probably obvious through my bra. Visions of Joe fucking me flitted through my brain, though I knew it would be wrong to betray my sister like that. But god, how long had it been since a man had taken me hard and rough, just like I wanted?

  “Let me just put my clothes back on,” I said, reaching for the skirt, but Joe cut me off.

  “Nope,” he said. “You’ve wasted enough of my time already.”

  He grabbed me then and pushed me down on the bed. “In fact, I think I’ve found a way for you to pay rent after all.”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, looking up at him as he loomed over me with an odd smile on his face.

  “I’ll tie you up on the bed with your pussy exposed,” he said to me, and an intense jolt of excitement shot through my clit. “And then I’ll sit here and do my work. Whenever I feel like taking a break, I’ll come use you however I wish.”

  I felt like my panties were probably soaking through already, but I said, “What about Amy?”

  “If Amy were more open to my advances, we wouldn’t be in this position,” he said. “And if Amy hadn’t chosen to put you up in my office without consulting me, we certainly wouldn’t be in this position.”

  He had a point. In a sense, he’d only be doing to me what he clearly wanted to do to his wife, since I was a perfect stand-in for her. And those broad shoulders, that muscular body…how could I resist? Still, though, he was my twin’s husband.

  Sensing my hesitation, Joe said, “It’s that or find a new place to stay. Your choice. You can stay here as long as you like if you agree to pay your rent.”

  My heart was pounding in my chest, and my pussy was throbbing, begging for Joe’s cock. Could I really betray Amy like this?

  “Okay,” I said.

  The word was hardly out of my mouth before he’d reached behind me and snapped open my bra clasps, letting my breasts free from their confines. I slipped the straps off my shoulders and lay back down against the bed, feeling way more exposed than I had earlier when I’d been fully naked in front of him. He pinned one arm down against the bed and began tying it with the rope, then tying the rope to something beneath the bed — one of the legs of the pull-out couch, I guessed. Then he moved around to the other side of the bed and did the same with my other arm. I pulled on the rope. It was tight, but not uncomfortable.

  This wasn’t bad at all, I thought — I was lying comfortably in bed, exactly where I’d wanted to stay when he’d woken me up. I smirked. Who won this round again?

  But then he got to my legs. I’d assumed he was going to tie my legs to the legs of the bed so that I was spread to all four corners, but instead he lifted my right leg up to my right arm and then tied them together.