CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 13^th (Thursday).

Joanne is sending the girls with Mr. Vulgus to babysit at his son-in-law’s wedding rehearsal.

Mr. Vulgus was overjoyed to have Janie come out with them. I didn’t think he would have a problem with that arrangement. I almost thought Mr. Jenkins would go with them – he didn’t want to leave.

The girls practiced marching around the backyard and high-stepping, and my sons gave them direction. Scotty seemed to get into it most of all with commands like “Yaww!” and “Whoa Horsey!” which only made Janie giggle intensely.

The boys also decided to teach the girls a lesson of their own invention. Scotty started by saying “Tight Cheeks,” and expecting the girls to squeeze their butt-cheeks together tightly when he gave the command.

At first I thought it was kind of silly, but they took it seriously and did as they were told.

Then he would say “Loose Cheeks” to let them relax their ass muscles.

Donny added “Wide Cheeks” to make them pull their ass-cheeks apart.

They practiced this over and over about a dozen times in the backyard while Mr. Vulgus joked with Mr. Jenkins. The two men were about the same age and demeanor and were grinning from ear to ear as the naked teenage girls were put through their paces.

I had not done my Kegel exercises that day. Quite frankly, I had forgotten to do so. I was also supposed to do at least 100 deep squats over a dildo. This is a practice that Tom had introduced me to and I had continued on my own without direction for years. It was surprisingly good aerobics and kept my tummy and ass-cheeks very tight while working my calves as well. The Kegels were also tremendous exercise for pussy control. I had literally gripped cocks the night before with my pussy and milked the cum right out of them when the guy didn’t do much to help himself get off and fucked me like a wet noodle.

It also made me feel intensely submissive to perform these exercises daily.

I had spoken to Taylor about Kegels before – I decided it was time to teach the girls both exercises.

Mr. Vulgus should have left as soon as he arrived with the girls. I knew his wife would assume he was watching the girls do something dirty, but he didn’t seem to mind getting in trouble with Betty in order to watch our little afternoon show in the back yard.

“Okay, I want you to start performing at least 10 Kegels three times a day. Your brothers can tell you to do one at home, and if you fail, then they can apply corrective incentive to make you try a little harder,” I explained.

Janie looked a little confused, so I slapped her on the bare ass and told her if she couldn’t do a Kegel when instructed that she would get one of those.

“Oh, okay – thank you, Ma’am!” She didn’t seem afraid of that consequence at all. It worried me a bit that she may be a bit too overly enthusiastic for discipline.

It was difficult to explain without showing them. I executed a Kegel while I stood there thinking of a way to describe it with my clothes on.

“You open your pussy lips with your diaphragm,” I explained, and told them to contract their pussy wall 5 seconds, breathe out, then release for 5 seconds.

To my surprise, Janie was able to wink her pussy at me. She looked up and smiled when she figured out how to do it. She made it pulse and throb effortlessly. She had a tight little set of pink lips between her legs, but she had full control of it.

“Do you know why you do this exercise?” I asked, smiling back at her while her older sister struggled to do one.

“To make my cunt blow a kiss? Ma’am?” she theorized.

I saw from the look of surprise on Mr. Jenkins’ face, that my daughter could talk that dirty openly, that he was floored by how she talked. I pretended it was perfectly normal, despite how unusual it sounded to hear my youngest daughter say “cunt” to me as well.

“Well, that’s one way to look at it,” I admitted. “There’s also a clinical benefit. Your asshole and pussy muscles will get stronger.”

“Why would I want them to be stronger, Mistress?” she said as she executed Kegel after Kegel for me.

I slapped her cute little ass and reminded her to call it a cunt. “You don’t say why would you want THEM to be stronger. You say why ‘would I want my cunt to be stronger,’ and the answer is...” I didn’t want her having sex, so I actually wasn’t sure how to answer that without explaining it was to make her pussy more pleasurable to a man.

“So you can pick up bottles by the side of the road with it,” Scotty did deep knee bends with his legs bowed to pantomime the act of picking up a bottle with an imaginary vagina between his legs.

The girls laughed at his joke while I explained. “Have you ever sneezed and let out a little pee while you did?” I asked.

“Yes, Ma’am, or fart-peed,” she explained – causing more giggles. This time even Taylor snickered at that.

“This will train you to keep it tight. You’ll also be able to better grip Gary and progress to a more advanced plug like your sister,” I explained.

“She can’t even do one, Ma’am!” Janie accused her sister.

“That’s going to cost her in spankings until she learns to do it.” I motioned to Scotty and Donny to provide Taylor swats on the ass while she tried.

“Here, try this while you do it,” I said, and did a deep knee bend all the way to the ground with my ass sticking out and hovering over the ground.

“Wow, you are limber!” Mr. Vulgus was impressed with how deeply I could squat.

I looked over my shoulder at him with a sassy grin. He had no idea that I could go all the way to the ground and take a foot-long dildo to the floor, if required.

The girls started to do deep knee bends while I explained that the boys should have them do about 100 of these a day as well.

Scotty and Donny continued smacking Taylor’s ass while she tried to execute the deep knee bends AND perform Kegels.

I could see the pink between her legs starting to drip when finally I noticed her pussy lips start to pucker and her clit hood wiggle like an eager caterpillar emerging from her cocoon. Taylor began to smile as she moved her pussy muscles slightly.

After three deep-squat Kegels, the boys stopped taking turns smacking her ass because she was able to perform Kegels on every deep knee squat.

“I just love coming over to your house. I am going to miss this next week,” Mr. Vulgus said.

“You’re always welcome any time,” I assured him. He was clearly kink-friendly and meant well – I had no problem with his presence.

“It think Betty may have a problem with me coming up with reasons to spend time over here, though,” Mr. Vulgus said, then rubbed his own buttocks as if his wife may have spanked him.

“Can I come over sometimes?” Mr. Jenkins asked timidly.

“I can’t say after Friday, but if you want Muffins to stay after school and help you clean erasers and empty garbage bags and give her a ride home, you’re welcome then. You’ll have to talk to my husband after that.” I didn’t want to promise Tom would allow this to even continue when he got home.

“Wow, uh, thank you!” Mr. Jenkins didn’t know how to react to the offer.

I made sure to get his phone number. I’d consider using him to watch over Janie at the school. He seemed mostly harmless, and given that he couldn’t get it up, she may be safer with him than she’d be with a boy her own age who could.

I felt a little guilty that Jamal thought I was racist, though. It was purely that I didn’t think he was mature enough to handle disciplining my daughter.

I had to make Janie wear some of her sister’s clothes out of the house. Her room was completely empty save for some of the things she’d shoplifted. The look on her face when I finally made her put clothes on was surprisingly disappointment.

“You will wear clothes until you’re told by your brothers to strip!” I had to insist. It seemed completely surreal to have to remind her to put on clothes and keep them on. I patted her butt in the short little skirt that seemed way too big for her and sent her out to Mr. Vulgus’s truck to wait.

I could tell that Donny was very bummed about the fact the girl he liked didn’t wear the costume she agreed to and he did. I wished I had more time to console him about it, but I decided he would talk to me about it when he felt like talking about it, and left him to be sullen.

He did a fairly good job of hiding it from the others, but I knew he was letting it bother him. Hope Miller was a very attractive teenager, and while I didn’t want to believe she had played a trick on my son, that seems like what it was. Teenage girls can be cruel bitches, and my eldest daughter exemplified that in every way before we started her discipline.

I was glad to have gotten everyone out of the house before Helen arrived, though; she didn’t seem like the type who’d be as understanding as Mr. Vulgus or Mr. Jenkins, who for their own reasons delighted in the training of my daughters.

Mr. Vulgus had only just left with the girls when Helen arrived with her son. Mr. Jenkins needed a little more polite prodding to go, but was on his way out when she arrived.

The woman introduced herself graciously as Helen Chipman and we shook hands at the door. She looked at me as if she expected a hug. I gave her one without thinking.

He seemed awkward. He wore a t-shirt showing the Starship Enterprise, except it had Asian-style writing on it. He recognized the janitor from his school, but seemed too shy to say anything, preferring instead to look at his shoes and spin a ‘fidget spinner’ he kept by his side. The fidget spinner had tiny ball bearings inside that spun along with the device as he flipped the toy with his thumb.

“Hi, what’s your name?” I asked as I greeted him next. His body language suggested if I had given him a hug, he would have run away.

He didn’t answer. He held up his hands, made a ‘SCREE’ sound, and began to back away. I knew instantly he was the boy my daughter had spoken to at school earlier that day.

“His name is Ethan, but he goes by Pac, and he’s a little shy,” Helen said of her son. She was attractive and about my age – blonde with short, shoulder-length hair. She wore black-rimmed glasses. She reminded me a little of a rabbit or a mouse because of the shape of her face and her slightly buck teeth, and her glasses gave the impression of a librarian.

Her son – who looked quite a bit like her, had the same short blonde hair, mousey teeth and almost no chin to speak of – corrected her by calling himself “Pac-San!”

“Oh, you must be a weeaboo!” I said enthusiastically, once I realized who he was.

The look on their faces told me that they considered it a fairly derogatory comment. I felt awful about it so I apologized immediately.

“Konnichiwa, Mrs. Swift! No offense is taken,” the boy said in a stilted, very bad Japanese-style accent. “I prefer the term ‘otaku,’ desu?”

“Desu?” I asked curiously for him to explain the term.

“Exactwee,” he answered me with a smile. He had a fidget spinner that he constantly whirred with his left hand. It made an annoying sound and he spun it more rapidly when he spoke.

“I’m sorry, my son’s a little awkward. I was under the impression your daughter would be here? They’re classmates,” Helen said carefully.

“Desu? desu? desu?” Pac looked around as if trying to find her in a nervous panic.

“No, she’s not here, she’s babysitting with her older sister,” I said, then smiled and invited them to come into the living room.

Pac seemed quite cautious about entering my living room, sniffing the air as if sensing a trap. His mom wasn’t the least bit surprised by his awkward behavior. I kept thinking Pac may spring into a ninja mode at any time and try to escape my presence. I didn’t make eye contact with him.

“Well, I would certainly understand if you want to reschedule for a later day,” I said, smiling. It was obvious to me now that she had arranged this meeting because she was hoping Pac may make a friend out of Janie.

I realized right after I made the offer that under the rules of the house, Janie would be completely naked, and given the boy could barely handle normal human contact, I was quite certain he and his mom would flip out about that.

“Oh no, not at all. Actually, I think Pac is quite relieved,” she said, looking at her son as they followed me to the kitchen.

“Desu! desu! desu!” Pac agreed, shaking his head enthusiastically that he was relieved she wasn’t there.

“Oh? Why’s that?” I asked awkwardly as I started to search around for some dinner to prepare. I had completely forgotten about inviting Helen for dinner, and felt quite embarrassed that I hadn’t prepared anything. I felt a tremendous sense of obligation, though, to entertain them.

I’d met her at the grocery store a few weeks prior, and she told me she was also new to the neighborhood and didn’t know many people. We started talking and I had made the offer in the hopes that we could get to be good friends. It was certainly impolite of me to have forgotten the date, and I meant to make things right.

“She asked Pac on a date today.” Helen seemed quite proud of the fact, but pointed it out it had made him nervous.

“She teases Pac-San every day and calls me names; and then she asks me out? It’s not logical! Does not compute, desu?” Pac’s tone did seem quite strange and creepy – I could see how he would be made fun of by almost everyone. He spoke at times like a robot and other times like an Asian fairy in a sing-song kind of way.

It felt quite random – as if he had trouble understanding what emotion to display in the tone of his voice, so he went with imitating something he heard in a cartoon.

“What does desu mean?” I asked him trying to change the subject.

“Desu means ‘it is,’ desu?” Pac’s answer only confused me more.

There was a surprising and abrupt knock at the door. I was quite relieved and hopeful for anyone who may be an excuse for a break in this awkward conversation.

I suppose I would have been relieved if it was anyone but who was actually waiting for me at the door. I definitely did not expect to see this person ever again.

Tony, the security guard, flanked by the Asian security guard from the night before at Olive Garden, waited for me impatiently as I opened the door to see who it was.

“Avon calling,” Tony said with a sarcastic grin. He was quite handsome in his uniform as he stood at my door, but there was something menacing about his boyish looks when he looked at me.

“Please, I thought we were done after last night,” I started to shut the door and dismiss him immediately.

“Oh no, we’re not done. Now, who’s your friend?” Tony looked into the house and started checking out Helen as he prevented me from shutting the door.

I stepped outside on my front step and closed the front door behind me to talk to the two of them. I barely knew Helen, but I would have been mortified if he openly started talking about what I did the night before in front of her and her son. I insisted in a hushed tone, “You can’t come around my house and harass me!”

“No? Why? I just wanted to show you how these pictures came out,” Tony held out his phone and flicked through picture after picture of me sucking dicks and fucking guys at the dumpster the night before.

“You had your fun with me, and you promised you would let me go if I did what you wanted,” I reminded him.

“I’ve altered the deal, pray I do not alter it further,” the Asian guy said, and Tony glared at him.

“Darth Vader?” I recognized the reference because Donny and Scotty said that to one another all the time.

“Yeah!” the Asian guy said with a delighted smile when I got the reference.

“Look…” Tony clearly wanted me to take him as a threat, and more seriously, and he cut off his friend. “You seem like a woman that really likes fucking. Some of those guys said you sucked their dicks so well they went home and slapped their wives for not knowing how!”

“Well, I guess that is flattering.” I was having a hard time seeing how that would butter me up to want to go back to Olive Garden – especially considering he had shown up uninvited to my house. “I have no reason to believe you will leave me alone if you won’t keep your word. You didn’t say anything about pictures last night, and here you have them. You really need to go,” I said.

Helen came to the door with her son and asked if she should go.

“No, I’m just talking to some friends,” I lied. “They aren’t staying,” I said emphatically.

“Ho! Konnichiwa! Most Honorable, kawai! Ashiteru!” Pac started to bow in ritual fashion with several nods towards the Asian security guard.

“I’m from North Carolina, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, kid,” the Asian man chuckled.

“Ho, Northuh Carolino! It is Eastern Province of Ashigandu, in Hosaka Japan? desu?” Pac asked him while holding his eyes unnaturally wide, like a hopeful animé character from a cartoon.

“No, North Carolina as in Charlotte, North Carolina?” the Asian man tried to explain, but it seemed Pac would have been much happier if the man played along. “Dang, though, if I really was from Japan I think I’d be offended as hell by what this kid thinks my culture is actually like!”

“Look, get a babysitter for the kid. The guys from last night will pay you four hundred to split between the two of you for two hours work, what do you say?” Tony interrupted bluntly – ignoring Pac’s attempts to bond with his companion.

“Work doing what?” Helen asked with a shocked expression – suspecting it was something sordid.

Tony opened his mouth and pretended to shovel dicks into it.

Pac imitated him, but pretended they were delicious Asian fruits of some kind.

“I had no idea you were like this!” Helen covered her son’s ears and took him to their car in a huff.

I began to explain to Tony that what he did was completely inappropriate, and that my husband would be back from his trip soon and he would break his foot off in Tony’s ass if he knew he talked to me like this.

“Would he if he knew what you liked to do behind the dumpster?” Tony made the dick sucking motion again to emphasize what a whore I’d been.

“Dude, you do that way too well,” the Asian man teased his friend.

“Look, there are a number of ladies in Cherry Lawn Estate who are bored housewives that like to get a little freaky,” he started to explain.

I cut him off and suggested he go find those freaky ladies then and leave me be. “This was a one-time thing!”

“You are the freakiest of the freaks,” Tony said, and shook his head. “Women don’t get that good at fucking, wear a butt-plug to a gang bang, and take it in all three holes if they don’t like to get down,” he insisted.

“Oh my!” Helen covered her mouth in shock – she’d returned from the car and had overheard Tony talking about me.

I spun around and implored her to believe that this simply wasn’t true.

“Oh? I was hoping it was!” Helen said with a deep grin on her face. “I’ve had 17 dates on Match.com that were freaks, 12 dates on E-harmony that were duds, and 4 dates on something called Grindr before I realized they were gay men. My husband and I split up 6 months ago and my son tends to scare off any serious guys. I would be down for some no-strings-attached fun,” she grinned.

“Okay, there you go then,” I pointed to Helen and said, “Take her and leave me be,” I suggested.

“No,” Helen said, “I mean, with you there, of course. I was instantly attracted to you when I saw you in the grocery store. I thought you were putting out the vibe that you may like to go both ways. I was kind of hoping your husband was home. The way you talked about him and that collar around your neck, I assumed you were freaky,” she smiled.

“Why did you bring your son, then?” I asked her curiously.

“I was actually hoping your daughter was here so that he’d have to talk to her and maybe get to know someone. Every night, after watching an episode of Inuyasha, he goes to sleep by 8:30 pm, sucking his thumb and purring like a cat. If something happened between us, then great – if not, then no problem, either. Now I see you’re even freakier than I thought!” Helen smiled at me.

She looked like she may just be the stereotypical administrative assistant or mild-mannered bookkeeper, and here she was standing in my yard, genuinely considering fucking these guys without knowing anything about them.

“Look, I can go as high as five hundred, but you have to do all three holes, just like Titty Warbucks here,” Tony said with a sneer.

She chuckled. “Titty Warbucks?”

I shook my head – I didn’t know where that sarcastic nickname came from.

“Will you call me a nasty name like that too?” Helen smiled adventurously. “These guys are nasty. This is kind of hot.”

“I’ll write it on your Milfy white ass in magic marker and make you sing it with my dick in your mouth,” Tony promised her. He wasn’t trying to sweet-talk her. It was the same half-menacing tone he used with me that always sounded like a threat more than a promise, but she fluttered her eyes and acted like he was flirting.

She clearly liked the fact that he really didn’t give a shit what she thought and wasn’t trying to be nice. He point-blank wanted her to suck his dick and nothing more – that only excited her.

“Look, play your cards right and you can be sucking our dicks tonight – no questions asked, no conversation. I don’t want to get to know you, you don’t want to get to know me. Let’s bone!”

This only emboldened Helen more. She sang out “Glory Hallelujah!” as if she were quite happy. “No strings attached and you’ll actually pay us?” Helen asked happily.

“Us?” I looked at Helen in disbelief that she was negotiating on our behalf.

“IF you do a good job, we’ll give you a tip!” the Asian guy promised.

“The tip of our dicks!” The two of them laughed at their joke at the same time – clearly having used that line before.

“I’m down if you are,” Helen said, looking at me excitedly.

“No, I am not down! You cannot come over to my house like this. Tom will really freak out – my family will freak out. I don’t need your money either!” I insisted.

“Of course you don’t,” Tony looked up at our four-bedroom house and explained. “The women that we have arrangements with don’t want the money to pay for all these. They have husbands who have careers as lawyers and doctors. Those men make more money than five guys like me do, and we work twice as hard.”

I wasn’t going to argue with him about how hard Tom works. He was missing his family this week, working in Georgia, so that he could provide for us.

“We cobble together money from our buddies to pay you to make you feel like the true cum-dump whores you are. You can donate the money to starving orphans or some liberal charity, if it makes you feel better; or you can spend it on a single night out at the country club to treat your husband. I really don’t give a shit what you do with it – but paying you isn’t so you’ll stay. It’s so you’ll leave when we’re done with you.”

He had a sneer on his face – it seemed like he really didn’t like women, especially ones who were wealthy.

We weren’t wealthy – we were upper middle class at best – but from his perspective I must have lived in an ivory tower.

Helen almost literally swooned.

“Please? Please? I really need the shit fucked out of me. I was hoping to come over tonight and get a little frisky after dinner, but I had no idea you were like this. Let’s get naughty!”

“I’m married!” I insisted.

“You obviously fucked these guys before. If you don’t want your husband to know, I promise I won’t tell,” she smiled seductively. “I need this! I’ve been bored out of my mind since we moved here. Let’s get freaky!”

“Oh, promise to tell,” Tony gave her a sardonic grin of understanding. “If you promise you’ll come back and tell Michael or Tom or whatever his name is all about how we fucked his wife the night before, she’ll melt like butter and do all manner of nasty things with you to keep you from doing it, won’t you, Titty Warbags?” he asked.

“Titty Warbucks,” I corrected him accidentally and caught myself agreeing with him. He did have my number.

“So, all I have to do is come back when your husband’s home and say how we had an opportunity to get our beans flicked but you cock-blocked me?” Helen became emboldened by Tony’s suggestion.

“It would be your word against mine,” I informed her, insisting, “I’m not cock-blocking you either. You can go without me and get your freak on, if that’s what you’re into. I’m done with this!”

Tony showed me the pictures from the night before on his phone –“Flick right, flick right, flick right, oh yeah! Look at that horny fuck-beast treat those men to everything she’s got!”

“Don’t make me go if I don’t want to,” I pleaded with her as I became increasingly embarrassed. It was flattering and humiliating at the same time – Tony made no secret what he wanted from me was more of the night before because I had done such a wonderful job.

“If you really didn’t want to go, you would have slammed the door in our faces as soon as you saw who it was. You want this dick and you want it buried down in that bald pussy of yours,” Tony assured me with the tone of a viper. “You love to fuck. I can see it in your eyes!”

“I do love sex – with my HUSBAND!” I insisted.

“You shave your pussy?” Helen was impressed when she heard I was completely shaved. It wasn’t as common when I started doing it years ago, but now I assumed almost all women did it as well. It definitely used to be a sign that someone was a slut, but now I just thought it was the standard practice.

I didn’t answer her question – I wasn’t going to keep arguing. It only served to convince Tony that I really did want to fuck him and his friends, as if this were some game where, if I stood outside and talked about it long enough, I would eventually just go with him.

“If you don’t want to go – I’ll do this on my own,” she assured me.

“Hold on, Goldilocks,” Tony said, explaining that he wasn’t sure she could handle all the guys that are waiting at Olive Garden for me.

“You called her Titty Warbucks, and the best you can do for me is call me ‘Goldilocks’?’” Helen’s lip curled into a smirk.

“You got a nice rack on you and you look like you’ve seen a dick or two, but you aren’t the star attraction. Goldilocks will do for now until I think of something better for you,” Tony promised.

“Why do you want to do this? You have no idea how rough and nasty these guys get, and once they find out you’re willing, they may want you to keep fucking them,” I warned her, ignoring Tony’s promise of a future nickname. “You have nothing to prove, and I’m sure you aren’t doing this for the money. You can pick up some nice guy in a bar if you want, can’t you?”

I hadn’t dated in years. I assumed people still went to places like the “Regal Beagle” from Three’s Company and met up with guys like Larry at singles bars. Helen quickly explained that it was far more complicated now to set up a date with dating apps and with all the weirdos out there drawn by the anonymous nature of Internet dating.

“I fucked a guy once that I met on eHarmony for two margaritas and dinner at Applebee’s. He waited two days to call me and tell me he was getting back with his ex-girlfriend and thanked me for the best sex of his life,” Helen explained. “I fucked Pac’s karate instructor once, and he was 61 years old and smelled like sweat and Poligrip. I don’t think I can do much worse than some of the creeps, losers, and duds I’ve met since we moved to Cherry Lawn Estates. This sounds like an adventure. If you aren’t in, then I’m down to fuck these guys.”

“The guys all came out because you fucked them so well last night, and after seeing your picture on the message board they’re expecting a big-chested, hot bitch. No offense, sister, but you don’t have much in the way of tits or ass. I mean, you got a decent face and all, but we aren’t fucking you for your face, if you know what I mean.”

“Wait a minute.” Helen was nearly pleading now to fuck him and his friends. The more he seemed disinterested, the more she was convinced she wanted to spend tonight doing anything and everything with him.

“Hang on, your mouth could be put to better use catching hot loads than it can talking,” Tony said, and held up his hands to shush her. He was a misogynistic pig, and the more rude he became to her, the more she was into him. “Fine, you can come, but we’re gonna throw just a hundred after you finish all the guys at Olive Garden.”

“We’re going to eat first and go to a motel?” Helen asked curiously.

“No, we aren’t going inside the restaurant,” Tony replied, looking at her as if she was being absurd. “You’re going to strip naked and fuck everybody behind the dumpster at the Olive Garden.”

“Holy shit, yaaaassss!” Helen sang out her agreement. “IF you won’t go with me, will you at least let Pac stay here and let me take some wine for the road?”

“I’ll go with you,” I said. I wasn’t sure why. I told myself if it was because I thought Helen was going to be in way over her head. I told her it was to keep Tony and her from telling Tom. In truth, I really didn’t want to think about why I agreed.

She high-fived me and seemed elated. She quickly hustled Pac back inside the house. I offered to let him watch TV, and he and his mother snickered at the thought of something so antiquated.

They asked for the Wi-Fi password. I texted Donny to send it to me, and once he tapped it into his iPad he logged into something called “Crunchyroll” and was happy as a clam.

“Do you have a room he can sleep in?” she asked.

“Actually, I have several,” I said, then led him up to Janie’s room. It was completely empty save for a dozen items that she had shoplifted – some of which didn’t even fit her.

“It’s perfect – like a dojo! And it smells! It smells of my beloved Miyuki!” Pac breathed in the scent of my daughter’s perfume that permeated her old bedroom. It was a mixture of cherry bubble-gum, vanilla, and wax candy.

I grabbed two boxes of wine and some glasses and poured us a glass for the road.

“Look at all this wine. I knew I would like you,” Helen said; she seemed impressed as we quickly had a drink to brace ourselves.

“Hurry up,” Tony said as he grew impatient. He was inside my house, looking at our things with disgust. He lifted up family pictures and looked under them. “You don’t need makeup. No one’s going to be looking at your faces. You don’t need to change your clothes. We’re just going to strip you naked once you get there. You don’t need Summer’s Eve – nobody’s going to be eating your cummy pussies. Let’s get this show on the road,” he became increasingly demanding.

Helen spit some wine out of her nose with a chuckle when she heard him. “Can you believe he talks to us like that?” she said, as if it was the most charming thing.

“Why do you like that? I really don’t get it,” I said with a confused expression.

“I’m so used to nice, well-mannered guys. They still want to get in my pants, but they’ll tell me everything they think I want to hear. This guy just puts it out there, and I don’t know – it just seems kind of awesome we’re really doing this. I mean, it’s going to be the raunchiest thing I’ve ever done.”

She seemed like she was either incredibly naïve or sex-starved, but at the same time I could see where she was coming from. She’d been living in suburbia for so long that this seemed like a little escapism.

“I’ve heard of swinger parties here in Cherry Lawn, but unless you get an invite, no one will tell you where they are. I’ve thought about even putting an ad on Craigslist, but that would require answering the ad, and it may be someone I know. This is completely anonymous, and to be honest, with you there I’m less afraid,” she confided in me as we finished our drink and headed out of the kitchen. “I won’t know anyone there, so it doesn’t matter if they think I’m a whore,” she said with a shrug.

“How do you know? They could all be guys you know,” I reminded her.

“The kind of guys I know aren’t this creative or spontaneous, and they certainly aren’t nasty enough to meet strange women behind a dumpster for sex. I’m pretty sure if it’s someone I know, I would be impressed,” she laughed as she thought about it.

“Why do you want to go with me? You barely even know me,” I asked. I believed her, but I didn’t see why she needed me to go with her.

“You have an honest face, and let’s face it – you’ve done this before with them. You seem like you know what you’re doing. I can just follow your lead. And it just helps if there’s another girl there doing it with me,” she said.

I wondered if that was how Taylor and Janie saw serving. If they were doing it alone, then all attention is on them; but doing it together might make it easier in some way to accept the constant humiliations and discipline together.

“I’ll go with you, but I absolutely have to be home by 11pm and no later!” I waved a finger at Tony.

I should have been shocked, dismayed, horrified or even scared of the outcome of my actions. I am married – love my husband and while I am HIS slut I had never cheated on him until this week. I want to say that I had some grand justification for my actions. That I was going to keep my new friend Helen safe.

If I was really doing that – I would have tried much harder to talk her out of it. I think a part of me wanted to go – even if I didn’t want to admit it at the time. Even though a bigger part of me knew better.

I also felt though if I didn’t go with Tony – he would come back when Tom was home and make life hell for me by telling my kids and him what a pig I had already been and I didn’t want that – at any cost.

“Let’s roll, ladies! Yeah, yeah, 11pm and no later or your pussy will turn into a pumpkin, I get it.” Tony was becoming more and more intolerable – like a drill sergeant – as he nearly frog-marched us out the door of my house and into his patrol car. Helen barely had a chance to tell her son goodbye. It didn’t matter – he waved while completely engrossed in his animé.

“Oh god, it’s like we’re being arrested,” Helen giggled. “What will your neighbors think?” she asked with a smile on her face.

“It’s probably not the strangest thing I’ve done all week,” I answered with a straight face as I got into the backseat with her. She didn’t know how many times I’ve played with myself in front of my neighbor, or that they’d been dropping off their cum for my daughters and I to drink as a donation. I aimed to keep that secret.

“Her neighbor was with us last night!” the Asian guy said from the front seat of the car.

“Oh, was she hot?” Helen looked at me, quite impressed, before scanning the houses as if she may see the neighbor as we pulled away from the curb.

“She was a he!” the Asian guy said.

“A transvestite? Oh my god!” Helen became even more impressed.

“No, an actual him. My neighbor came with me last night,” I explained.

“Really? Did he have sex with you too?” Helen couldn’t have been more impressed with me. I have to say, I don’t take flattery very well, and the fact she seemed to be idol-worshipping me only made me increasingly uncomfortable.

“I think he just wanted to watch. You told him to stand there and fold your clothes while he watched,” Tony explained.

“No, at the end she sucked his dick, too!” the Asian guy corrected him.

“I really don’t go in for watching a guy get his dick sucked, so I don’t know if he did or he didn’t,” Tony said, sounding grim as he drove the car down the street.

“You did that? Will he come tonight? Please? Oh my god, this is so far out,” Helen said, obviously becoming increasingly excited that this neighbor had been involved.

Tony didn’t want to turn back, even though we were just down the street. However, Helen’s constant yammering and pleading made him decide to do a quick u-turn and see if Mr. Goldman would come with us. “He has to pay twenty bucks, like the others,” Tony insisted.

When we got back to my house I got out of the car with Helen and we walked up to Mr. Goldman’s door. She was smiling as if she were about to prank him. “Can you imagine?”

“Imagine what?” I asked her as I knocked on the door.

“Two women show up at your door and just ask if you want to come fuck them tonight?” Helen was hopping up and down on her heels with anticipation.

Solomon answered the door, and Helen didn’t seem as excited when she saw the chunky teenager.

“Hello, Mrs. Swift. Would you like to come in?” the portly teenager asked politely, but in a forced manner as if he were only being polite because he knew his mother was listening. He looked at Helen, but didn’t say anything to her. It looked like he wanted to, but wasn’t sure what the protocol for answering the door to a stranger would be.

“No, we don’t have time right now. Is your Uncle home?” I asked him cautiously. I didn’t really want to be there, and I was hoping Mr. Goldman was busy. I was actually surprised Solomon’s mother let him come to the door with clothes on, given how we run things at our house.

“Gerk? GERK! Someone at the door for you,” Solomon yelled into the house.

Rachel Goldman yelled back, “Who is it?”

“It’s Mistress Swift, and she brought a lady-friend,” Solomon shouted loudly.

I looked at Helen awkwardly and offered a wintry smile.

Rachel appeared in the doorway in moments wearing little more than a very revealing red satin baby-doll nightgown trimmed in white lace that revealed her massive nipples. It left her legs completely exposed, and as she leaned into the doorway I saw Helen gasp.

“Oh my! You’re Gerk?” Helen asked with an impressed look on her face. Rachel is over six feet tall and stunning in clothes, but in the see-through negligee she was like something out of Playboy magazine.

Rachel chuckled at the comment and shook her head that she wasn’t. “Sorry to disappoint you, but Gerk is a little busy at the moment. Is there something I can do for you?” Rachel reminded me of a cat that was just toying with a canary right before having her for dinner.

“No,” Helen responded before changing her mind and saying “Yes? I mean, would she?” Helen asked me.

“Would I what?” Rachel became intrigued.

“Well, we came to ask if Gerk would accompany us tonight, but would you be down for a ... well, this is hard to explain,” Helen said, starting to become nervous.

“Just spit it out, honey.” Rachel encouraged Helen to explain herself as she leaned in the doorway – her huge nipples poking through the top.

“Well, it’s where a lot of people go and have sex at the same time, I guess?” Helen asked nervously, expecting Rachel to lose her cool and be offended.

“Oh, a gang bang?” Rachel acted like that was no big deal to have someone knock on her door and invite her. “Does it pay?” Rachel asked as she looked at the security guard car parked on my curb and waved graciously to the two guys inside.

“It pays five hundred,” Helen said with a more optimistically positive expression on her face once Rachel didn’t bite her head off for daring to suggest it.

“Each? That’s it?” Rachel clearly thought that wasn’t nearly enough – and it wasn’t.

“No, I think to split between us? I mean, I don’t really need the money. If you want to have my half, that would be fine,” Helen offered nervously. She had such a white-bread Middle America quality to her that she reminded me of someone casually discussing who should pay the check if everyone else ordered an entrée and she only had a salad.

“Two fifty?” Rachel scrunched her perfect nose in disgust. “I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing. I can get you a lot more than that if you don’t mind being on camera,” Rachel promised us both.

“I’m not even sure why I’m going,” I replied. I was thoroughly embarrassed.

“Probably same reason you went last night,” Rachel revealed that she knew all about my adventure and nodded as if she respected it, but thought I was trying to sneak something past her. “My little Gherkin tells me everything he does now, and plus I have a GPS app on his phone. You’re wasting your talents doing that off-camera!”

Helen seemed surprised Rachel would be so open about all of this in front of her son. She didn’t say as much, but she kept looking at Solomon who stood passively behind his mother at the front door – which was identical to the one on my house.

“Oh, Solly? He knows I work in porn, it’s how I pay the bills,” Rachel said with a shrug as she chewed some gum. “That is, until my little Gherkin agreed to start paying them for me.” She called for her brother to join us at the front door.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I heard him mutter from inside his home. He came trundling to the front door.

I was surprised he wasn’t naked or wearing a collar. He was dressed in his normal casual clothes.

“They want you to go with them to a little fuck-party and help out. Do you think you can help out your neighbor, Gerky-Werky?” Rachel said as she pinched her brother’s cheeks.

“Oi! Thank you!” Mort thanked me for the invite.

“It was her idea,” I said as I pointed to Helen. She seemed unenthusiastic once she saw how pathetic Mort looked. He was short and balding with red curly hair and funky teeth, and looked like a cross between Steve Buscemi and Woody Allen – complete with thick black-rimmed glasses.

“Hi,” Helen waved awkwardly.

“May I take off the cock cage, Ma’am?” Mort asked his sister after waving to Helen.

“Why? Did you think you were going to get to fuck these two?” Rachel asked her brother.

Helen became shocked – perhaps visualizing in her mind the pathetic little man trying to pleasure her.

“Uh, no, Ma’am,” Mort said rather casually. “But would a blowjob be out of the question?”

Rachel slapped him hard on the face right in front of us, and Helen’s face turned beet-red, half in shock and half amused when Mort did nothing back.

“If he gives you any lip or doesn’t do exactly as you say, then I want you to feel free to slap him. It doesn’t have to be on the face,” Rachel told Helen as if confiding instructions for the care and feeding of her pet.

“Oh, my, I could never do that,” Helen laughed.

“Well, she can,” Rachel said as she looked at me with enthusiasm and asked if I wanted to take his leash.

“I don’t know that we need that,” I said calmly – trying to hint to Rachel that Helen had no idea just how deeply I was involved in BDSM, and that this may be a bit too much to share.

“Well, I know you’re surprised we let him wear clothes, but honestly,” Rachel giggled at the thought, “who wants to see that bouncing around – even in a cock cage?” she said as she pointed at her brother’s crotch.

Helen looked at me as if this was the craziest thing she had ever seen – her face was difficult to read. She definitely didn’t look turned on and hot, but at the same time she wasn’t freaking out and running away. She seemed confused and yet intrigued enough to discuss it with her.

“I was going to take him out to play pool with a few of my guy friends. I’m trying to network and get my name out there as a pro-domme, but you can have him for the evening,” Rachel said graciously, as if I were asking to borrow a cup of sugar from a neighbor.

“Great, we’ll have him home by no later than 11pm.” I wanted to be done with this before the girls got home.

“Oh, only until 11pm? And is this your first gang bang?” Rachel asked Helen, as if it were a matter of casual conversation.

“Yes, I guess so,” Helen responded. She seemed shocked – more so that Solomon was still listening.

“Well, fuck it, I guess I’ll go too then,” Rachel suggested. “You’re a little wet behind the ears, and I don’t have a lot going on tonight. I could pass out some business cards and maybe get a few new customers that way,” she smiled brightly. “Pup, run and get mommy’s purse. I’m going out,” she instructed her son Solomon, calling him by his new nickname.

“Can I go too, Ma’am?” Solomon asked.

The look on Helen’s face told me that would be way too far, and she seemed surprised.

“There are only going to be three women there, and you can’t fuck any of them, so you’re wanting to be giving out blowjobs?” Rachel asked her son, as if she couldn’t believe he dared to ask the question.

“No, Ma’am,” Solomon looked at his feet.

“Then get my purse and tell your Aunt that you’ll be available to do any chores she wants while we are out. C’mon, Yalla!” Rachel snapped at her son and he dutifully ran back inside the house.

“Are you sure they’ll even let you go?” Helen asked after Solomon ran down the hallway. Tony had been skeptical about letting HER go because while she was attractive, he had come there for me.

“Oh, sweetness,” Rachel regarded her with a smirk and draped her hand down her body. “They will definitely LET me go,” underscoring what an understatement Helen had just made.