Pass the Ketchup dear! - Sex Stories

Pass the Ketchup dear!

... He dried his hands on a towel, tossed it onto the bed and left, leaving her crying and feeling helpless. She desperately wanted to tell someone, but there was nobody she could trust. The girls at work wouldn't understand; they all fancied Paul, and he was a different person around them, all sweet and polite, they were all doe eyed when they were around him. Her best friend on the street was Mary, but she would gossip amongst the other women on the street. She didn't think Jim would understand, or care for that matter. He'd just throw her out if he knew she was cheating on him. But was this really cheating? She knew that she'd opened that particular door once; she'd tried to shut it since, but Paul had wedged it open and wouldn't let it close until he was finished with her; but when would that be? Her answer to that question had just happened. Kate finished telling her story as the crumpled form of Paul spluttered on the bedroom floor. He opened his eyes and saw the baseball bat on a collision course with his nose, then all went black again. "We have to call the police!" Jim said, placing the bloodied bat on the bed. "No!" Kate pleaded. "Not after you've beaten him so badly. You could end up going to jail for assault!" "Then what do we do?" Jim asked. They thought for a minute, looking from Paul's unconscious, naked body on the floor to each other, then Kate had an idea. "Help me put him on the spare bed and get some rope from the garage." She said as she jumped off the bed ...

... and shrugged on her dressing gown. "We're going to give this fucker a taste of his own medicine!" Jim dragged him into his daughter's old bedroom and they placed him on the metal framed bed. The he retrieved the rope from the garage and tied his legs and arms to each corner. A noose was placed around Paul's neck and secured to the back of the bed, then another rope bound his torso. There was no way he could move. Kate had showered and dressed for work by the time Jim was finished trussing up their captive. He stood up to admire her in her uniform, he could tell that she'd changed; she seemed stronger and somehow sexier. Jim couldn't quite put his finger on it until she approached him and hugged him tightly. They looked at each other and kissed passionately, breaking apart only when Paul snorted through his broken nose. For the first time in two years, she felt empowered. Kate left for work, leaving Jim with their guest. He looked towards the man who had tormented his wife and smiled. Paul still had a hardon, it was maybe an hour since he'd been knocked out cold, but he was still stood to attention. Jim saw Paul's eyes flutter, almost imperceptibly, he could tell that Paul was pretending to be unconscious. The bat was behind him, so Jim picked it up and pressed the end into Paul's destroyed ball sack. Paul tensed up and screamed as the pain shot through his body. Jim almost felt sorry for him as he twisted the bat left and right, Paul, unable to move, screamed louder, his cries ...