I nod at Peter, one of the security detail who opens the door for me, and step out into a warm July Wyoming night.

I look inside the glass panes of the back door and the living room is empty. People are so stupid sometimes when it comes to their safety.

First, they have their porch light off and with my black clothing, I blend well into the night. Second, they have flimsy glass panes that would be easy for me to break and unlock the door with a quick flick of my wrist.

Morons. Haven’t you ever heard of double dead bolts?

But what I find to be more insanely stupid is the fact that these idiots left the back door unlocked.

Turning the knob, I sneak stealthily inside.

I can hear noise from the bedroom down the short hall… late evening news. The harsh quality of blue, flickering light into the hallway tells me the occupants are in bed with the lights off.

Possibly asleep.

So fucking easy.

I hold the gun in my hand down at my side as I sidestep quietly down the hall. These new construction homes are solidly built and not a floorboard creaks. Just before I reach the door, I pull the black knit mask down over my face, assured that the holes cut out for my eyes and mouth will not reveal my identity.

I take a deep breath.

And then step into the bedroom.

Husband and wife, laying side by side on the bed, watching TV. Mid-forties I suppose. The guy has a bit of a belly on him, but the woman isn’t too bad on the eyes. Dark brown hair cut into a bob and long legs pouring out from a silky, pink nightgown that barely covers what I’m betting are matching panties.

I’m a sucker for lingerie and I start to get hard.

Raising my gun, I hold it sideways in a gangster sort of pose, which is not the way you should ever handle a gun. I just find the sideways tilt is more menacing and lets them know I mean business.

The woman sees me first and a tiny scream pops out of her mouth. The man comes flying up out of the bed, only wearing a pair of white boxers, and stops the minute I swing the gun toward him. His hands come up in an immediate pose of surrender.

“Turn the light on,” I rasp out to the man. He reaches a shaky hand back and flips on the bedside lamp, coating the room in a soft glow.

“TV off,” I command. I don’t want anything interfering with my concentration.

He turns the TV off with the remote control laying on the table.

The woman has sat up in bed and is breathing erratically. It draws my attention down to her breasts, which are large and obviously fake. I see her nipples are pebbled against the pink silk, and it makes my cock swell further.

I turn the gun on her and make a motion with it toward me. “You… get over here.”

She looks to her husband with wide eyes, and he tries to give her reassurance. “It’s okay, honey. Just do what he says and I’m sure everything will be fine.”

He turns his look back to me. His voice quavers. “Please… we have money… jewels. Whatever you want?”

“What I want,” I say darkly as I cock the gun, “is for your wife to get the fuck over here.”

“Okay,” the man all but shrieks and actually makes a shooing motion toward his wife. “Amy… darling… just do as he asks.”

He turns those somber eyes my way and begs. “Please don’t hurt her.”

I chuckle and don’t give him another thought as Amy stands from the bed and tentatively walks toward me. Her large breasts barely sway with the motion and the rounded edges definitely tell me they’re fake, but fuck… they’re nice.

Very nice.

When she’s standing in front of me, lower lip trembling, I lower my gun and with my free hand, stroke her cheek. She flinches but otherwise lets me have my way with her.

I slide my fingers through her hair, to the back of her head, and I grip her tight. “Now, Amy… I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock for a bit.”

She lets out a whimper as I start to push her down.

“And if you bite me, I’m going to blow your husband’s head off,” I add on as I raise the gun back at him. “Are we understood?”

She nods her head vigorously and tears pool in her eyes.

“Good girl,” I say with a grim smile. “Now… get my cock out and get to work.”

She fumbles with the button and zipper of my pants, but makes quick headway because I’m not wearing any underwear. My dick comes out locked and loaded, swollen hard and ready for action. My eyes cut quickly over to the husband, but he’s not moved a muscle, I’m sure worried that I’ll shoot him. I’m not sure what he thinks watching this, but he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from his wife on her knees before me.

The minute those lips wrap around the head of my cock, my eyes flutter closed just for a moment and I groan. “Fuck yeah, baby. Just like that.”

Apparently, Amy’s got skills.

Mad, mad skills.

She bobs up and down on my cock, perfect amount of friction, and has this wiggle move with her tongue underneath the head that almost causes my knees to buckle. When I feel my balls start to tingle, I push her off, noting the faint spill of drool from her swollen lips.

“Panties off and get on the bed,” I tell her curtly. “Spread your legs so I can see that pretty pussy.”

Amy looks to her husband pleadingly, but he just nods his head.

She does as I ask, shimmying out of the tiny scrap of pink silk. She lays in the middle of the bed, and as instructed, spreads her legs wide for me. My cock actually bobs up and down in anticipation, but I got to suit up first.

Stepping forward, I lay my gun on the bed, right between her legs. I give her a devious smile and taunt her as I reach into my back pocket for a condom. “I dare you to go for the gun. Think you’re faster than me?”

She squeezes her eyes shut and doesn’t answer me. But I know she’s also too chicken shit to make a grab for it. While I rip the foil packet open, I add some further shame to her situation. “Touch yourself, sweet Amy. Let me see if you’re wet for me?”

Her eyes snap open and she actually glares at me. “You go to hell.”

I laugh at her as I roll the rubber on my cock and pick my gun back up. Rubbing the tip of it through her pussy lips, I bring it up to inspect. It’s glistening with her juices, just as I knew it would be.

Fear doesn’t stop the thrill of excitement.

I don’t spare Amy’s good husband a look as I lay the gun back down on the mattress, this time out of her reach. I’m getting ready to put some concentration into my work, and I can’t risk her making a grab for it. As soon as my hands are free, I snatch her by the ankles and pull Amy roughly to the edge of the bed. I actually pull up hard on her legs, lifting her hips off the edge, and I slam my way inside of her.

She lets out a yip of pain, because even though she’s wet as all get out, I’ve got a big fucking cock—which is truth, not rumor—and I know that hurt. I stay lodged in her deep, let her get accustomed to my size. I wait for her to open her eyes and when she does, I start fucking her.

I go deep and steady, but no need to go too hard. I’m going to make sweet Amy come hard around me and I hope it fucking shames her.

Damn… she’s so fucking wet, I slide so easily in and out. Feels amazing.

My eyes cut over to her husband and widen with surprise when I see he’s got an erection tenting his boxers. That’s interesting. Apparently, Mr. Amy is a little turned on by me fucking his wife.

“Get over here,” I rasp out at him, and he jerks his gaze toward me. It had previously been pinned on my dick ramming in and out of his wife.

He moves forward, his eyes sliding back down to watch what I’m doing and his cock peeps right out of the hole in his boxers.

“Fuck, dude,” I pant as I keep moving in and out of her. “You’re turned on by me fucking your wife.”