Caught, Chapter 4 The weekend went excruciatingly slowly with Frank being drawn to every noise he heard from Maggy's yard. Frank had seen Bob and their daughter Jennifer outside but didn't see Maggy at all. The excitement of thinking about Maggy had fired up his libido and he and Sylvia had a grand time in bed on Saturday night with Frank insisting that Sylvia suck his cock complete with swallowing all his cum. On Monday morning, Frank was trying to act 'normal' while his wife was still home and was quite relieved when she finally went to work. Frank showered and dressed minimally (just shorts and a pullover shirt, no boxers) and watched for the school bus. It seemed that it took forever to arrive. He saw Maggy and Jennifer walk down to the street. He saw that Maggy had a longer skirt than other days. It was fuller, not tight, but was down to her knees. Not that it mattered - he wasn't allowed to look at her although the memory of her legs spread wide with her finger in her cunt was indelibly imprinted on his brain and gave him a huge hard on just thinking about it. Finally, the bus arrived and he waited until he saw Maggy walk up the drive alone before he went over to her house. He rang the doorbell and waited excitedly. He waited and waited. She didn't come to the door. Shit! Did she change her mind? What did she say to him last Friday? "You will come over here on Monday morning and be on this deck, in your 'uniform', as soon as the school bus leaves." "Oh FUCK!" Frank exclaimed! "I was supposed to be on the deck. Shit, I've done it now! Christ!" Frank muttered to himself as he rushed around to the backyard. He saw Maggy sitting in her seat on the deck, reading the paper, as he turned the corner and decided to be very humble and not look at her as he approached the deck. He looked to the ground in an exaggerated way, walked to 'his' spot, and started to remove his clothes. When Maggy saw that he only had the shirt and shorts with no underwear she said, "Well now, I see Little Piggy is a little more prepared today. Fortunately for you, for today, this will make up for the serious crime of coming to your master's front door and ringing the bell. Who the fuck is the slave here?" Frank bowed slightly and didn't say anything but pointed to himself. "Good, you understand your role in life then. Get me some coffee." Frank went to the table, trying not to look at Maggy but there was no cup on the table. He reasoned that she must not have poured one for herself yet - after all, she had her slave for that. He backed away, went into the house, and went to the coffee pot. "Shit, the coffee isn't made." Now he had to look all over for the coffee, figure out how she liked her coffee, make a pot, and bring it to her. He hoped that she didn't run out of patience as he fished around to find the coffee and make it. Fortunately, he saw a storage container on the back of her counter that was marked Coffee. He opened it as was relieved that it was already ground - one variable he wouldn't have to worry about. He looked in the cabinets above the coffee maker and found the filters. He remembered that the pot was a little less than half full when he poured the coffee last week so she probably only made six cups. He took six scoops of coffee plus one 'for the pot', poured in the right amount of water, and began the brewing cycle. While he waited, he looked for the coffee mugs and finally found them in the fourth cabinet. He tried to remember where everything was located in case she asked for something else. He felt pretty foolish standing naked in her kitchen waiting for the coffee. He carefully looked outside to see if she was getting impatient. He saw her reading the paper with her back to him. She was sitting with her legs crossed and the hem of the skirt was just above the knee. The sight of her leg reminded him of last Friday and the look of her legs and pussy and he started to get a hard on. "Shit, I'd better not go out there with this." he realized. He returned his concentration to the coffee and this was enough to settle him back down. As he poured the coffee, he hoped that the coffee was the right strength since he was sure she would express her displeasure in a very physical way if it wasn't good. He brought the coffee outside, making sure to look downward and away from Maggy. He placed the coffee on the table and backed away, partly bowing, to stand in his spot with his hands behind his back and looking to the floor of the deck. He heard the cup scratch against the saucer and then a slight slurp as she drank it. Frank was sweating waiting for the admonishment. "Mmmm, Piggy, I am very glad to know that you can make a cup of coffee. You serve me well." Frank was relieved and actually glad that he pleased his 'master'. For a second he thought this was foolish but then realized everything would be better if Maggy is happy. He stood there waiting for instruction while Maggy drank her coffee and apparently read the paper. He felt odd being totally naked and exposed to her while she did such mundane things but he couldn't say it was unpleasant. On the contrary, he didn't mind being exposed to her. Frank heard the newspaper rustle as if Maggy was done with it and was folding it. She took another drink of coffee and said, with a slightly nervous tone, "More coffee Piggy." Frank immediately went to the table, got her cup, and went to refill it. He thought it was odd that she had a nervous tone but forgot about it as he brought the coffee back to her. When he placed the cup on the table and was ready to back away, she said "Stop Piggy." "Shit, now what have I done wrong." Frank was afraid he was going to be slapped (or worse). Still he stood right next to her and had his hands behind his back. He could smell her perfume and it sounded as if she was having trouble breathing. Finally, she said to him "Put this on." He reached out and felt her put a cloth in his hands. He brought it up so he could see it without looking at her and saw it was just a long strip of cloth. He had no idea what it meant to 'put this on'. Maggy sensed his hesitation and said nervously "It is a blindfold. Put it over your eyes." "What the fuck?" Frank thought but being this close to Maggy he knew he better not hesitate so he wrapped it around his head and covered his eyes, pulling it down so he couldn't see under the edges, cutting off all light. "Can you see anything?" Maggy asked huskily. Frank shook his head no. "Good, then I want you to follow me." Maggy took his wrist and guided him about three feet from where he had been standing. She let go of him and shifted the chair. He felt something cloth-like brush his hand and Maggy said, "Take this pillow and kneel on it." Frank wasn't sure what was going on but complied. He heard the chair shift slightly and felt something brush in front of him as he heard Maggy sit down. He heard her take in a breath and she said, almost in a whisper, "Ok, little Piggy, since you serve me well today you will continue by 'serving' me again. I will guide you, do not resist or it will be very bad for you." He felt Maggy's hands on the sides of his head and followed her as she guided him. Frank was about to wonder what she was doing when he smelled the unmistakable smell of her sex. It was overwhelming and as she guided him, he felt a brush of hair against the tip of his nose. He now realized what she wanted. He felt her hesitate, as if unsure what to do next, but Frank knew. The blindfold was not going to prevent his homing instincts from zeroing in on the most delectable meal in the world. He felt her fur against his nose and he stuck out his tongue to find out 'where' he was. He found the engorged mound of her sex at the tip of his tongue and moved his tongue side to side to locate his goal. As he slid his tongue over her mound, Maggy gasped and said "Oh God!" He found her cleft and moving his head against her hands dove into her pussy with relish. "Oh FUCK!" Maggy shouted out as Frank ran his tongue up her slit to her clit. He breathed in her heavenly pungent scent and drove his tongue downward and deep into her pussy as his nose rubbed against her clit. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! I never knew!!" Maggy cried out. Frank then realized that Bob must have never learned the wonderful experience of going down on a woman and this explained something about Maggy's anger toward men. Even her husband didn't treat her equally and had shortchanged her of one of the most pleasurable experiences. Frank vowed that this 'slave' would do his best to make up for it. He moved his hands to the tops of her thighs, partly to massage her mound and thighs, and partly to protect him from the crushing force that would undoubtedly unfold. He backed off and started teasing the sides of her pussy, licking the space between her slit and her thighs. Maggy moaned loudly, removed one hand from his head, and moved the other to the back of his head to force him into her. From her motions, Frank sensed the other hand was probably rubbing her breasts. Frank teased her pussy lips, then would dive in with his rigid tongue forcing her open, and then would flick his tongue up her slit until he teased her clit. Maggy was moaning, panting, and using her full strength to pull Frank's face hard into her pussy but Frank was resisting with all his might to tease her to the fullest. He knew she wouldn't last long but he wanted to savor this as long as he could. He put just the tip of his tongue on her swollen clit and quickly flicked it up and down. Maggy's orgasm came unexpectedly and she almost crushed his head with the force of her thighs. Frank moved his hands down her thighs to force her back open and to spread her legs further. He now attacked her pussy with abandon and was alternating between licking and gently biting her. Her body was thrashing wildly as she came again and Frank was afraid the whole chair would flip over backwards or collapse under the wild gyrations that Maggy was making. Maggy was completely incoherent as she cried out again and again. Frank gave up counting her orgasms as she came, first in discrete fits but then as one continuous rush of animal thrusts. Frank was sure her pussy was going to be incredibly sore later from the sheer abuse he was being asked to deliver. Finally, Maggy collapsed. Her hand released from his head and all of her motion stopped. "She must have passed out," he thought. Did he dare remove the blindfold? He waited and she remained still. He moved his hand to the blindfold and taking a deep breath slipped the blind fold down slightly so he could look up at her. Maggy's eyes were closed and she seemed to be asleep. Frank backed away and lifted the blindfold. There, before him, was the most beautiful sight in the world. He saw her gorgeous silken thighs leading up to the most beautiful pussy. She was dripping wet. Both from his saliva but also her own internal juices. She had her skirt hiked up to above her waist and was sitting on the edge of the seat with her pussy jutted out so he could eat her. "Christ she's beautiful." he thought to himself. He didn't know how to leave this situation so decided the humble role would be best. He straightened her skirt so she was now modestly covered, retreated to his spot, moved the blindfold back over his eyes, placed his hands behind his back, and waited. He thought about this experience and felt the cool morning breeze. He wanted to jerk off but thought better of it while he waited for his master. In the meantime, he breathed in the delicious scent of Maggy and thought about her gorgeous legs, thighs, and most of all, her pussy. He waited for about ten minutes when he heard a stirring. "Oh God." Maggy groaned. Frank could sense her coming to realization of her surroundings, of Frank, and, most of all, what she had just been through. Frank wasn't sure what would come next but finally Maggy said "Oh God! I have to get to work!" Frank heard her sit up and say "Um, Fr..., er Piggy, I am done with you today. Please wait here while I leave. When you hear me drive away you may remove the blindfold and return to your home." Frank just nodded. Frank heard Maggy rush indoors and then a while later Maggy left. When she was gone, Frank took off the blindfold and sniffed it. It was pungent with her sex. He looked around and decided to jerk off sniffing the blindfold and enjoying the outdoors. He went on to their back lawn to satisfy himself and then headed home. He took the blindfold with him. Partly to make sure Bob didn't find it before Maggy got to it but, also, so he could enjoy her smell all day long. That day he had a permanent erection and Sylvia got to benefit from that shortly after she got home from work.