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 Wallace hummed to himself as he worked on the turkey, giving it the final
touches before the guests arrived.  He was in a good mood; the guests this
year were Imsook, their former Rotary student who they helped through her
first year of graduate school after she came over from Korea, and her new
husband, Dale.  He was a little skeptical of Dale but he very fond of
Imsook.  She was bright and lively and beautiful, and generally made him
feel 30 years younger.

   "You're in a good mood," said his wife, Patsy, as she finished preparing
the stuffing behind him.  He turned and she was facing away from him.  He
eyed her wide figure and giant ass.  He sighed.  Not that he could
complain. At 69 years old, he was too heavy, as well, balding, with poor
vision.  Not exactly a catch.

   "Yeah, it'll be nice to see Imsook again," he said.  "How long has it
been now?  About 6 months?"

   Patsy tsked at him.  "You and Imsook.  I swear if you were 30 years
younger I wouldn't let her within a mile of you."

   "Ahhh," Wallace said.  "She likes to treat me like a big teddy bear
because I'm harmless.  Besides, I'm way out of her league.  She'd get me in
her dreams maybe."

   Patsy chuckled and poked his side.  "Keep dreaming.  I think you're
stuck with me, old man," she said.

   "Fine with me." He remembered the bread, and slid it into the oven.

   **** Dale guided their Hyundai through the streets toward Wallace and
Patsy's house.  They'd been on the road for two hours and were hungry for
the Thanksgiving meal.  He reached over and patted Imsook's knee.

   "It'll be good to see them again, huh?" Dale said.

   Imsook smiled.  "Yeah, it's been a few months."

   Dale looked at her.  "God, you're so hot.  I can't believe how lucky I
am."

   "Oh stop it," she said with a fake scowl.  "Is that all you think
about?"

   "How can I not?  Look at you!"

   Imsook smiled and swatted him playfully.  She knew men found her
attractive but tried to downplay it.  All the attention made her
uncomfortable.  She liked visits to Wallace and Patsy because all pressure
was off.  No men ogling her, no need to advertise her marriage to Dale in
order to fend off men seeking a date.

   "Remember, Patsy is going to bop you if you keep hugging Wallace so
much," Dale said, smiling.

   "What?" She said.  "Oh, you.  Only you think that way.  Wallace is my
stand-in dad.  He's a big teddy.  I just like to hug him."

   Dale laughed.  "I know, babe, I know.  It's harmless."

   *****

   Jack and Gerald sat in their darkened white van, watching the sparse
traffic pass on the quiet neighborhood street.  Gerald was snoozing; Jack
slowly ran his finger over his knife and scanned each passing automobile
closely.  He was counting the occupants.  Too many, too many, he kept
saying.  He ruled out the ones with only one inside.  Ruled out the old
couples.  Ruled out the ugly ones.  Ruled out same-sex pairs.

   Gerald snorted and woke up.  "Anything?"

   "Nothing yet," Jack said.  "Did you charge the video camera?"

   "Yeah," Gerald said, with a chuckle.  "For the 100th time, yes."

   "Just don't want to fuck it up," he said.

   Gerald nodded.  "I know, I know.  This is fucked up, you know that?  Did
I tell you this is the most fucked up plan you've ever thought of?"

   Jack looked over.  "Gotta keep it going somehow," he said.  "I'm tired
of the hookers and the toothless chicks.  I need something new."

   "Something new, yeah, but this is fucked up.  F-U-C-K-E-D up," Gerald
said.

   "We're safe as bugs in a rug," Jack said.  "Who's gonna report something
like this?  They'll be too ashamed.  Just like rape.  Nobody will believe
it, much less call the cops."

   Gerald only laughed.  Jack looked over at him.  "Besides," Jack said,
"it's really something, ain't it?  I mean, really something."

   Gerald chuckled low.  "Yeah," he said.  "I said it was fucked up, but I
never said it wasn't a good idea!"

   More cars passed.  Then, Jack's eyes narrowed.  "There."

   Gerald sat forward.  A white Hyundai passed, with a white guy at the
wheel and a hot Asian chick in the passenger seat.

   "All dressed up, heading for Thanksgiving," Jack said, turning the key
in the ignition.  "Let's check it out."

   They pulled onto the street after the Hyndai and followed at a distance.


   "Gawww-lee, that chick was hot," Gerald whistled.

   "Let's hope they're at a small party," Jack said.  "You got the shotgun?
The shells?"

   "Oh yeah," Gerald said.

   "Don't get your hopes too high," Jack said.  "If there's anything more
than four people, the plan is off.  Can't be less than four either.  Four
only."

   They followed the car for a few blocks until the brake lights flashed,
and the Hyundai stopped in front of a quaint looking house.  Jack passed
them nonchalantly, and they saw the Asian chick get out of the car.  She
was about 5 and a half feet tall, slim, with just a slight swell in her
chest, under her sweater.  Her skin was olive and unblemished, her hair
sleek and dark, her eyes shining bright.  She was laughing about something.
Gerald whistled softly.

   "Hot, hot, hot," he said.  "Nice choice, Jackie boy."

   "Yup," Jack said, "and best of all, not a lot of cars.  Probably a
couple visiting a couple.  Perfect.  Let's park around the other end of the
block."

   *****

   The doorbell rang and Wallace was halfway to the door by the time the
chime stopped ringing.  He threw open the door and there stood Imsook and
Dale.  Imsook flashed a smile and Wallace let out a whoop, and she threw
herself into his arms.  He wrapped his arms around her little frame and
patted her between her shoulder blades.

   "Sweat pea!" He murmured into her hair.  "Good to see you."

   She swished herself against him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 
"Dad!" She said, using their nicknames for each other.  Patsy came into the
room and they hugged, too.  Dale shook hands with Wallace and hugged Patsy.


   "Goodness, what a greeting!" Patsy said.  "Wallace is going to have
bruises on his neck from your hugging him!"

   "He's my big teddy bear," Imsook said, with a laugh.  She put a hand
possessively on his shoulder.

   Wallace got everyone drinks -- juice and water all around, as this was a
clean crowd -- and followed them into the living room.  For a moment his
eyes lingered on Imsook, her whispy slacks, and how they draped around her
round (and firm, he surmised) little ass.  They sat down, and Imsook
elected to sit next to Wallace.

   "Uh oh," Patsy said, in mock jealousy.  "Sweet pea is sitting next to
dad."

   Everyone laughed and stayed where they were.  They talked for a few
minutes.  At some point, to emphasize her point, Imsook put her hand on
Wallace's shoulder.  Wallace didn't dare move, nor did he respond by
putting his hand on Imsook.  It would have been too frustrating.  Imsook,
unfortunately, in another one of the great regrets of his life, was off
limits.  Even touching her in a fatherly way would be greeted with an arch
of the eyebrows by Patsy, as if to say, 'I know what you're thinking, and
don't be ridiculous.' In his little corner of life, Patsy's oppressive
opinions meant a lot.

   After a few minutes of talking Wallace got up to go to the bathroom.  He
shut the door behind him and unzipped his pants.  Big Johnson flopped out,
and he aimed the urine stream into the toilet.  After he was done he
stuffed it back under his underpants, but then pulled it out again a moment
later.  Yes, sir, he thought, there was life in the noodle.  All the
sitting close and hugging with Imsook was what did it.  The way her breasts
and thighs pressed into him, the smell of her perfume in his nose...  He
gathered some of the smell of his clothes, and wrapped his palm around his
cock.  There.  If someone were to smell his cock right now, and then her
hair, they might assume she had been giving him head.

   His cock twitched.  Wallace sighed and put it back away.  There was no
use getting all revved up over nothing.  There was a time when he would
whack off every time that Imsook visited -- unbeknownst to Patsy, of
course, since she would flip out if he was anything other than perfectly
asexual, and who knew what Imsook would think -- but he had given up the
past year or so.  Not that Imsook, at 29, was any less attractive, but it
was just too frustrating.  It would never happen.

   ***** Imsook, Dale, and Patsy sat there as Wallace went to the bathroom.


   "So," Patsy said, "are you still thinking about children?"

   "Oh, mom," Imsook said, with a giggle.  She squeezed Dale's hand.  They
had been trying for the past six months.  In fact, she was ovulating now --
she'd felt the distinctive ping of her egg being released just today -- and
they'd try again later in the night.  They hadn't gotten pregnant yet but
they were having a good time trying.

   "Well, you just have to keep trying," Patsy said.  "I don't know what to
tell you.  Wallace and I were lucky.  One try per child.  I think he was
very potent."

   They laughed together.  Wallace came in in the middle.  "What?" he said.
"What's so funny?"

   "We heard you were potent," Imsook said, and Dale thought he saw a
slight blush in her cheeks.

   "Potent?" Wallace said.

   "Sorry," Dale said, to the laughter of the women.  "In a way it's a lot
more fun to not be so potent."

   Wallace frowned.  "When you tell me what you're talking about, maybe I
can laugh too."

   "Don't you worry," Patsy said.  "It's nothing but good laughs."

   Imsook squeezed Wallace's arm and smiled at him.  She saw Wallace tense
up, as he usually did when she touched him.  She had always wondered why
that was; she mentioned it to Dale once and he suggested that it was
because deep down he was attracted to her.  She figured that he was, but
didn't think it was that close to the surface.  Still, the possibility kept
coming back and coming back.

   She daydreamed for a moment.  Wallace looked a lot like a former
professor of hers, whom she seduced when he was an exchange professor at
her university in Korea.  That was before drugs like Viagra were big, and
they'd spend a good 45 minutes getting him hard enough so that his cock
would slip into her vagina.  But it was worth it, she figured.  Older men
were slow and mindful lovers...  She looked at Dale and smiled absently. 
She'd never told him about it her affection for older men.  Probably it was
for the best.

   Just at that moment, the doorbell rang.

   "Who could that be?" Wallace said, standing back up.  "Are we having any
other guests for Thanksgiving?"

   "None at all," Patsy said, puzzled.  The doorbell rang again.

   "Well, looks like we are now," Wallace said, and headed for the door.

   ***** Jack and Gerald stood at the front door and saw a shadow move
beyond it.  The door unlatched -- Gerald let out a chuckle; it was an
inside joke between them how easily it was to enter a locked door: just
knock -- and then swung open, revealing a heavyset, older man with sparse
hair and thick goggles.

   He squinted suspiciously at the sight of them.  "Can I help you?"

   "We're here to help you," Jack said, with a smile.  "I believe today's
your lucky day, old man."

   The old man frowned.  "Do I know you guys?"

   But he stopped mid-sentence as Gerald pulled aside his coat and revealed
the sawed-off, double-barrel shotgun.  "Let us in, mister," he said.  "Or I
shoot my way in."

   The old man blinked twice, then slowly backed off.  An older woman's
voice called in from the other room.

   "Wallace?" She said.  "Is everything okay?"

   "Go on," Jack said, giving the old man a shove toward the living room.
"Introduce us."

   "And don't warn 'em," Gerald added.  "Or else."

   *****

   Dazed, Wallace walked into the living room.  "I didn't--I didn't--" he
was saying, and then he was pushed into his easy chair.  The dog yapped and
then yelped as one of the intruders kicked it under the table.  Patsy cried
out, and Dale as the two intruders walked into the room.  One of them, the
bigger one with a gun, stepped forward quickly and slammed Dale in the
chest with the butt of his shotgun.  Dale collapsed to the couch and the
women screamed.

   "That's enough," the man said, producing a roll of duct tape.  "Turn
around, buddy, and show me your hands, and no one gets hurt."

   Dazed, Dale looked at him.  Imsook spoke softly.

   "Turn around, Dale," she said.  He did so, and the man quickly wrapped
his wrists with tape.  Then he put a piece over Dale's mouth, and pushed
him back down on the couch.  The other man, slightly smaller but with
quick, intelligent eyes, watched casually.  The bigger man with the shotgun
turned to Patsy.

   "Do I have to tape your mouth too?" The man said.  "You look like you
got a big mouth."

   "Hey buddy," Wallace said, "you watch your mouth.  You can't just come
in here and--"

   "Oh yes he can," the smaller man said, in a low tone.  "He's got a
12-gauge shotgun.  He can do whatever he wants."

   Both men's eyes settled hungrily on Imsook.  The man with the gun
whistled.

   "Nice to meet you, ma'am," the man with the gun said.  "Name's Gerald,
and this here is Jack.  The brain."

   Wallace spoke up.  "Look here," he said, "it's Thanksgiving.  We don't
want trouble, for pete's sake--"

   "Then keep your ass on the couch, old man," Gerald said, leveling his
shotgun.  "Or else you're going to have some new holes to stuff turkey in."

   "What's this world coming to?" Patsy scolded, from her chair.  "It's
Thanksgiving!  Doesn't your family care where you are?"

   "Not really," Jack said.  "Now then, is anyone else coming?  Tell the
truth.  Gerald here doesn't like to be surprised, and he's got a lot of
shells."

   The women sniffled.  Wallace shook his head.  "No," he said.  "No one
else is coming."

   Gerald split a grin.  "Damn, Jackie boy, you sure as hell spotted the
right car!"

   "The right car?" Patsy said.

   Gerald chuckled.  "Completely random.  Nothing personal.  Except that
dog of yours.  I hate dogs."

   "Where's Trudy?" Patsy moaned.  "You hurt him!  Oh, what do you want? 
Is it money?  How can we get you out of our house?"

   "Oh, grandma, we're just getting started," Gerald said, smiling.  "We're
gonna have a lot of fun before it's turkey time!  And don't worry about the
dog.  I saw him crawl into the other room.  He mighta busted a leg but
he'll live."

   "Now look here--" Wallace said, rising, but Jack cut him off with a
smack across the face.  His glasses tumbled to the floor.  Patsy and Imsook
shouted.

   "Time to keep quiet, old man," Jack said.  "Besides, by the time we're
done here today you'll be asking us to come again."

   Jack looked at Dale.  "Are you gonna be a problem?" He said.

   "He's a pussy," Gerald said.

   "Never know," Jack said.  "Look buddy.  We're gonna have some goings on
that you don't like much.  But if you move or try to get free, things will
get a lot worse.  Got it?  I'm not bluffing."

   Dale looked and nodded slowly.  Jack nodded, satisfied.  "Better tie his
ankles anyway," he said.  Gerald nodded and knelt down, and wrapped Dale's
ankles.

   "Let's get on with it, shall we?" Gerald said, standing up..

   Jack nodded.  "Right," he said.  "Sorry for the rude introduction,
people.  After all, we come here on a mission of love."

   Gerald snorted.  "Funny thing to call it," he muttered.

   "You see, we've got a problem," Jack said.  "Gerald and I are sex
addicts."

   "But we're not homos," Gerald interjected.

   "No, we're not," Jack said.  "Thanks for clearing that up, G.  But we've
done just about everything else.  We've watched just about every bit of
porn on the market.  We've fucked girls in just about every position and
orifice.  We've fucked wives.  We've made our women fuck dogs.  And yes,
we've done rape."

   Imsook tensed.  Jack saw it and held up a hand.

   "Don't worry, ma'am, we're bored with that.  But we are on a new kick
right now," Jack said.  "Do you want to know what it is?"

   "Jeez," Gerald said, "get to the point."

   "We're doing cross-matching," Jack said.  "Match-making.  Match-making
by force.  Do you get my drift?"

   "No," Wallace said.

   "We want to change the present arrangement," Gerald said.

   "The present arrangement?" Patsy said.

   "Right," Jack said.  "We're going to see how you two get along," he
said, waggling two fingers between Imsook and Wallace.  "I mean, really get
along."

   "No offense, but you two are spectators today," Gerald added, pointing
to Patsy and Dale.  We already did the granny sex thing, so we're not
interested in the two of you."

   "What are you talking about?" Wallace roared.  "Now I want some damn
answers--"

   "Old man," Gerald warned, shifting his shotgun in his hands, "you better
watch it.  You don't know how lucky you are."

   "That's alright," Jack said.  "Let's start getting in the mood.  We'll
start by eliminating the confusion.  Old man, this is your lucky day.  We
thought we'd bring some of the sexual tensions underneath the surface to
light, and see what happens.  What do you say?"

   There was no answer from anyone in the room.  "Okay, let's do this,"
Jack said.  "Gerry, finish the tie job on grandma here."

   Over the protests of Wallace and Imsook, Gerald tied up Patsy's ankles
and wrists and slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth.  Jack nodded
and pointed at Imsook.

   "Missy, come with me," he said.

   "No," Wallace said.  Dale grunted through his tape.  Gerald cocked the
shotgun.

   "Where's the dog?" Gerald said.  "One more time.  You go with Jack, or
the dog is taxidermy.  Don't worry, he won't hurt ya."

   Imsook's eyes welled up with tears, but she stood up.

   "No," Wallace said.  "Don't go with them."

   "I--I have to," she said.  "These men might hurt us.  I can see it."

   She walked across the room to Jack.  He grabbed her wrist and brought
her toward the stairs.  They marched up the steps together, with a roomful
of eyes watching them until they disappeared from view.  Dale's eyes fell
slowly shut.

   *****

   Jack guided Imsook to the top of the steps and into the master bedroom.
He followed her, pushing her gently with a hand to the small of her back,
and closed the door.

   "You are one fine-looking woman," Jack said.  "What are you?  Chinese?"

   "Korean," Imsook said, coldly.

   "Good, good," Jack said.  "Now don't worry.  I won't be touching you. 
We're going to leave that up to the old man.  You like him?"

   Imsook's lip trembled.  "He's like a father to me.  Nothing else"

   "You sure about that?" He said.  "Ever think about him any other way? 
As a lover?"

   Imsook clenched her jaw.  "Absolutely not."

   Jack held her gaze.  "Don't lie," he said.

   "I...  have...  not," she said.

   "Well, then, this will be kind of awkward at first, won't it?" Jack
said.

   "What?" Imsook said.  "What's going to be awkward?"

   "Fucking him," Jack said.

   Imsook's jaw dropped.  "I will not do that," she said.

   "You will," Jack said.  "Or else I'll set Gerald loose.  Now, then. 
Take off your clothes."

   "No, I will not!" Imsook cried, stomping her foot.

   **** Downstairs, they heard the soft murmur of discussion.  Suddenly
they heard a thump on the floor.  Dale cried out from behind his bonds, and
Wallace made to stand up.

   "Siddown, old man!" Gerald said, pointing his shotgun.  "Or else
everyone dies!"

   Wallace lowered himself back into his seat.  "You animals," he said. 
Gerald winked.

   ***** Jack grinned at her humorlessly.  He pulled back his coat and
pulled out a long knife.  "Don't make me take them off for you," he said.
"I tend to ruin clothes when I have to take them off for a woman.  I cut
her up a little bit, too."

   Imsook sobbed.  "Why are you doing this?"

   "Because you drove past us," he said.  "Because I'm up for a little
Thanksgiving treat.  Who knows?  Asking 'why' now just wastes time.  Take
off your clothes."

   Imsook sobbed, wiped her face, and composed herself.  She unbuttoned her
cardigan, and dropped it to the floor.  Then she took off her shoes.  Jack
watched closely.

   "Ain't nothing better than watching a woman undress," he said.  "I don't
care how many times I've seen it."

   She paused, and Jack put his hand on his knife hilt.  She pursed her
lips and unbuttoned her shirt.  Jack eyed the long line of skin that
appeared, and nodded as she removed her shirt from her shoulders, revealing
her bare, flawless skin and black bra.

   "Sexy," Jack said.  "Continue."

   She reached behind her back, eyes closed, and unzipped her skirt.  Then
she let it drop from her fingers, and the skirt dropped to the floor. 
Still moving, she hooked her thumbs around her pantyhose and peeled them
from her legs.  She stood there in her underwear, quivering.

   "Are you the least bit excited?" Jack said.  Imsook shook her head.

   "I am," Jack sighed.  "And I don't even get to fuck you.  The rest of
it. Off."

   Steeling herself, Imsook reached behind her back.  She unhooked her bra
and it came loose on her shoulders.  Then it fell, revealing a fine pair of
orange-sized breasts.  Her nipples were erect.  Jack whistled.

   "My oh my," he muttered.  "The panties.  Off, please."

   Imsook took a deep breath and peeled her panties from her body.  And
then she was naked, shivering, trying to cover herself with her arms and
hands.  Jack whistled.

   "I think my mind is changing," he said, unzipping his pants.

   "No," Imsook moaned.

   "I think it is," he said.  "I think I want to make sure you're ready for
the old man.  Bend over the bed."

   "No, no, no," Imsook said.

   But Jack pushed her back onto the bed.  She let out a little scream, but
he put his hand on his knife, and she fell silent, her brown eyes wide. 
Jack grabbed her midsection and pressed her around and face down onto the
bed.  With one hand holding down her head, he dropped his drawers.

   ***** Imsook heard the rustle of clothes behind her.  There was an awful
moment where nothing happened, and then she felt something long and hot
poke her ass.

   "Just hold still," Jack said.  "You're a fantastic piece of woman, you
know that?"

   It happened quickly.  She felt his penis press into the crack of her
ass, and she felt it grow stiff as he rubbed his dick and balls against
her. When he was stiff enough, she knew what was coming.  To make it hurt
less, she arched her ass a bit.

   "Oh, you want it," he said, "you want it."

   "I don't want it to hurt," she sobbed, and then he was probing at her,
his cock penetrating an inch, then two, three...  his thighs were slapping
against her hamstrings...

   ***** Downstairs they heard a short scream, and then silence for a few
moments.  But then they heard a soft thumping sound.  They heard a bed
squeak, and then, distinctly, a woman's low moan.  Gerald grinned and shook
his head.

   "Well, looks like they just couldn't resist each other," Gerald said. 
"That's okay.  Don't worry, old man.  I'm sure she's up for seconds."

   Dale kept his eyes squeezed shut.  Wallace and Patsy stared at the
floor. Upstairs, the creaking went on.

   ****** Jack pulled his cock from Imsook's sheath just before he came. 
As he did, his penis spewed cum all over her back.  He finished the orgasm,
then grabbed a box of kleenex and wiped her off.

   "See?" He said.  "I'm a decent guy.  Not a drop left."

   Imsook remained laying on the bed.  She was sobbing quietly.

   "Aw c'mon," Jack said.  "It wasn't that bad.  Besides, I didn't even
come inside you.  All fun, no risk, right?"

   "I hate you," she moaned.

   "Oh, but I love you," Jack said.  "That was one fine stretch of pussy.
The old man is gonna have a ball.  Get up."

   She rose slowly to her feet.

   "Your nipples are hard!" Jack said.  "Did you enjoy that?"

   "No," she cried.

   "Mmm-hmm," he said, feigning skepticism.  "Alright, let's go. 
Downstairs with you."

   "Can I put my clothes back on?"

   "And cover that fabulous body?  You're kidding," Jack said.  "Go."

   "You are an animal," she whispered.

   "I see," Jack said.  "Still peeling off the masks, are we?  Well, let's
take the next step.  Downstairs.  Go."

   ***** They heard the murmur of voices, and then they heard footsteps. 
Wallace heard a soft padding sound and turned to look.

   "Oh, no," he said.  Imsook, stark naked, was coming down the stairs,
crouched over, her arms crossed over herself.  Jack followed slowly,
smiling and making a show of zipping up his pants.  Gerald looked and
whistled.

   "My oh my," he said.

   "Behold the star of the show!" Jack crowed.  "Isn't she sexy as hell?"

   "You bastards," Wallace bellowed.  "What did you do to her?"

   "Nothing you won't be doing," Jack said.  "And I can assure you, you
won't forget it."

   Jack pointed Imsook toward the guest bedroom.  "In there," he said. 
"Gerald, you make sure she doesn't call the cops or anything.  And don't
touch her.  We need her lively.  That's the way Wallace wants her, anyway,
ain't that right, Wallace?"

   Wallace clenched his jaw and said nothing.  They watched as Imsook was
ushered into the bedroom, next to the living room.

   ****

   Gerald followed her into the room.  She turned on him apprehensively,
fearing the worst, but she saw him setting up a video camera.  He was
businesslike.

   "Have a seat on the bed," he said.  "Don't worry.  I'm not as horny as
Jack.  I'm not going to touch you.  But the old man will be in soon."

   ****

   Jack nodded at Wallace.  "On your feet," he said.  "Time for you to don
your birthday suit.  Don't worry -- I won't be having my way with you.  I'm
no homo."

   "Take my clothes off?" Wallace said, incredulously.

   "How else are you going to fuck?" Jack said.

   Patsy gasped behind her gag.  Wallace looked at her, then at Dale.  Then
at Jack.  "I--I can't do that, I'm an old man!" He said.  "She doesn't want
to do that--it's not right!"

   "But we want you do that," Jack said.  "That's all that matters because
we've got the weapons.  Now you got my blood up.  I changed my mind.  Drop
your clothes right here."

   Wallace paused.

   "Now!" Jack yelled.  Wallace stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt.
One by one he fumbled his way down his shirt, then took it off.  He removed
his belt, and unzipped his trousers, kicked off his shoes.  His pants went
down and there he was, in underwear and black socks.

   "All of it," Jack said.  "Quick, now.  Your mistress is waiting."

   "I've never been unfaithful," Wallace said, looking at Patsy.

   "Never too late to change that," Jack chimed in.  "Off."

   Wallace removed his tee shirt, then his socks.  He waited.

   "Off," Jack said, waving his knife at his boxers.  Wallace sighed
heavily and pulled off his boxers.  His belly hung over, but not enough so
that they couldn't see his schlong hanging there, old but still
considerable.

   "Is it just me, or is there some life in that thing?" Jack said,
pointing his knife at Wallace's penis.  Wallace looked down and saw that
indeed, it was slightly chubby.  The thought of impending intercourse with
Imsook had done it, though he felt guilty as hell for it.  He looked at
Patsy, whose face was slack with shock.

   "It's not...  that," he said.

   "Into the bedroom," Jack said.  "Your mistress awaits, you cheating
bastard."

   Wallace looked at Patsy.  "I love you," he said.  Then he looked at
Dale. "I'm sorry."

   "No you're not," Jack said.  "You get to fuck the punk's wife.  Now go!"


   Cupping his hands over his penis, Wallace shuffled naked around the
corner, and into the bedroom.  Jack looked back at Dale and Patsy.

   "Listen closely," he said.  "This is what it'll sound like to have your
spouses fucking someone else!  Isn't it exciting?"

   ****

   Imsook heard something and looked up to see Wallace at the door, naked,
covering his private parts.  He was looking at her, his face saddened.

   "I'm sorry it's not Dale," he said.

   Jack appeared behind him.  "Oh no he's not sorry," Jack said.  "So let's
get started.  Wallace, climb on the bed.  You two can't fuck each other
from across the room."

   Wallace turned.  "What if we refuse?  She doesn't want to do this with
me."

   "Then people get hurt," Gerald said.  "It's that simple."

   Jack gave Wallace a push, and he made his way over to the bed.  He
looked at Imsook, sitting with her knees to her chest in one corner of the
mattress.  Her eyes were puffy.

   "I'm sorry," she moaned.  "I don't mean to--I mean--it's not that you
aren't--"

   "Stop," Wallace said.  "You have nothing to apologize or explain."

   "Sit on the bed, old man," Jack said.

   Wallace didn't move.  Gerald adjusted his grip on the shotgun.

   "Sit," Jack repeated.

   "Wally," Imsook said.  "You better sit.

   Wallace sat slowly on the mattress.  Imsook let out a wet sigh.  She
glanced at him.  He was still covering his penis; she was covering her
breasts with her knees, and her pussy with her crossed ankles.

   **** They sat there for a minute, no one in the room talking.  Jack
snorted.

   "Come on old man," Jack said.  "You got her this far.  Now it's time to
finish the job!"

   "This is wrong," Wallace said.

   "Maybe," Jack said.  "But it's going to happen nonetheless."

   Imsook, her eyes closed and forehead on her knees, felt Wallace's arm go
around her shoulders.  She knew he was just trying to comfort her, but she
didn't feel like being touched.

   "Please," she said.  "Don't touch me." Wallace drew away.

   "Oooo," Gerald said.  "She's playing hard to get!  Don't be a tease! 
You are naked on the bed with him.  You have to understand why he got the
wrong idea!"

   "I was only trying to calm her," Wallace said.

   "I'm sorry," Imsook said.  "I don't mean--I just--"

   "Stop," Wallace said.  "You don't need to apologize."

   ****

   "Alright, love birds," Jack said.  "Let's get started.  Old man, give
her a kiss.  Warm her up."

   "This is insane," Wallace cried.  "It's wrong.  Absolutely wrong.  You
can't make people do this."

   "I don't know if I can or not, to tell you the truth," Jack said.  "But
sure as hell I'll try.  Give her a kiss."

   After a long pause, Wallace turned toward the young woman.  He pulled
her head to him, and kissed her on the top of her scalp.  The woman sobbed.


   "That ain't warming her up," Jack said.  "That's you playing daddy
again. Give her a real kiss."

   "I have got to draw the line," Wallace said.  "This is going too far. 
You can do what you want to me, but I will not--"

   Gerald was across the room in a flash.  He had his own knife, which he
held not to Wallace, but to Imsook.  She cried out.  Wallace reached for
him but Gerald knocked his hand away, then reached and pressed the knife
against Imsook's neck.

   "You want me to do this?  You want me to do this?" Gerald yelled.

   "No!" Wallace roared.  Imsook screamed.

   "Then you better do what Jack fuckin' says, or else you'll kill her,"
Gerald cried.  "You understand?"

   "Alright," Wallace boomed.  "Alright.  I'll do what you want.  Don't
hurt her.  Please."

   Gerald slowly pulled his knife away, and backed from the bed.  "Kiss
her," he said.  "For real.  Just like Jack says."

   Wallace stared at them a moment, then turned to Imsook.  Her legs were
pulled to her chest and her face rested on her knees.  She was breathing in
deep breaths.

   "Imsook," he said.  He rested a hand on her shoulder.  "Imsook.  I don't
want you to be hurt.  Let's do this.  Maybe they'll get bored with it."

   Gerald snorted.  Jack was silent.  Imsook slowly raised her head.  Her
face was streaked with tears.  "Alright," she said, very quietly.  She shut
her eyes as Wallace leaned forward, and they kissed for a moment on the
lips.

   *****

   Wallace felt her warm lips against his.  He held it for a moment then
pulled away.  He looked at the two men.

   "Is that enough?" He said.  "Will you leave now?"

   Jack scoffed.  "That was nothing!  Kiss her for real!"

   "Or else," Gerald chimed in.

   Wallace looked at Imsook.  She looked at him.  "It's okay," she said.

   He leaned toward her, and this time they kissed a little longer.

   "Tongue," Jack said.  "Use it."

   Wallace wasn't sure who would use it first, and he was surprised to feel
the tip of Imsook's tongue enter his mouth.  It was there for just a
second, then it darted out.  He suddenly didn't want to appear that he
found her undesireable, so he stuck his tongue out, into her mouth.

   *****

   Imsook could hardly believe she did it first.  Then she was doubly
surprised as she felt his tongue awkwardly entering her mouth.  She tasted
a mix of butterscotch and coffee.  It wasn't a bad taste.  She felt his
rough chin brushing her own.  He was a sloppy kisser, but not entirely
unpleasant.  Still, the circumstance was too much.  She reached up and
gently pushed him away.

   Wallace looked at her, then at the two intruders.  Jack shook his head.

   "You two have a long way to go," he said.  "You think I busted in here
with a gun to watch a kiss and call it quits?"

   "What do you want?" Wallace said.

   "I want to watch you two cross all the fake boundaries you put around
each other, all the flirty moments and big welcome hugs where you press
your little tits into him, just knowing that you're giving him a hard-on,
but then leave him hanging," Jack said.  He turned to Wallace.

   "And I want you to stop suppressing your desires and fuck this little
sex kitten.  Got it?  Tell me you've wanted to do her ever since you met,"
Jack said.

   "That's not true," Wallace said.

   "Don't lie," Jack said, giving him an evil look.

   "I haven't thought of her that way...  ever," Wallace said.

   Jack looked dangerous for a moment, then shrugged.  "We'll see.  Back to
business.  Get started."

   "The lady doesn't want to do this," Wallace said.  "Don't you have any
decency?"

   Gerald laughed out loud.  "You're talking to a guy who made his
girlfriend fuck his German Shepherd," he said.

   "Now listen--" Wallace began, but then Imsook cut him off.

   "Wally," she said, cutting him off.  He looked at her, surprised.  There
it was again.  She had never called him Wally before.  Only Patsy called
him Wally.  Imsook looked at him steadily.

   "Kiss me," she said.  "Stop arguing.  You're making them dangerous."

   "If we resist--"

   "Don't resist," she said.  "They're dangerous.  Be thankful this is all
they want."

   "Isn't it too much?"

   "I could think of worse things," Imsook said.

   "Whooaahhh," Gerald said.  "Is she flirting?  I think she's flirting!"

   "I think so," Jack said.  "The masks are coming off!"

   Imsook glared at the men.  Then she reached out, put a hand behind
Wallace's head, and pulled herself to him.  Their lips locked, and gave
way, and their tongues dashed over each other.

   *****

   Wallace felt a tear come down her cheek.

   "Oh, Imsook," he said.  "I'm sorry."

   "Shhhh," she said.  "Not now."

   As they kissed, awkwardly still, he opened his eyes and saw her
uncoiling her legs.  His heart quickened as suddenly he saw her breasts, so
close, so full, and the little muff of fur above her little pussy...  how
many times had he wondered...  but then the guilt and stress crashed back.
They disengaged.

   "I don't know if I can...  do this," Wallace said.  "I mean, do this..."

   "Do it to save us," Imsook said.  Wallace looked at her.  For the first
time he saw the skin of her body, as no one else but her lovers had, and it
was whiter than her face.  It was smooth and firm.  A little thrill went
through his belly.  He nodded once.

   "Okay," he said.  "I'm willing to try.  It's been so long, though.  I'm
just not sure..."

   "Shhh," she said.  "It'll be alright."

   "Patsy and Dale--"

   "Shhh," she said.  "It's just the two of us right now."

   *****

   Imsook sidled herself up close to Wallace.  She felt the heat from his
body and put her hand lightly on his arm.  It wasn't repulsion she felt;
she just felt a sense of guilt.  How would their relationship ever be the
same?  The innocence was jerked away from it.  She glanced at the two men;
one had a gun.  That she understood.  There was no choice.

   "It's okay," she said, into his ear.  "I'm not disgusted."

   "I'm 40 years older than you," he said.  "How can you not be?  This is
embarassing."

   "Don't be," she said.  She pulled herself to him now, her bare breasts
pressing his arm.  "Hug me.  LIke you do when I come in the front door."

   *****

   Wallace shifted around on the bed to face her.  He beheld her beautiful,
flawless body.  His heart skipped.  Then he spread his arms to hug her.  He
remembered the first time they hugged.  Imsook liked hugging, so he was
surprised when she initiated it just the second time they met.  How long
had he replayed holding her perky body in his arms?  Hard to say.

   Now she came forward and embraced him, and their bare skin pressed
together.  He felt her nipples pressing into his chest.  She tilted her
head up and kissed his chin, then his neck.  He felt a jolt run through his
body, and he actually twitched.

   "Sorry, Imsook," he said.  "I never thought of you this way--"

   "Bullshit," Gerald muttered.

   "I believe you," she said.  "But now you have to."

   ****

   Imsook began running her hand along his chest.  She wanted to move
things along before she had time to think about it.  "You want to touch
me?"

   "No, Imsook, I want to respect---"

   "Touch me," she said.  "You're not dad right now.  You're my lover."

   Wallace's hand came up -- a little quickly, she thought -- and cupped
her breast.  She sighed and arched her back into his breast.  They were
awkward, trying to find each other's comfort zone.

   ****

   Jack watched the young woman encouraging the old man, holding his big
knotted hand over her breast.

   "Jeez," Jack said.  "If I were him I'd be riding her like a carnival
ride by now."

   "I heard you already did," Gerald said.

   "Exactly," Jack said.

   "Nice?"

   "Her pussy hugged my cock like a bun," Jack said.  Gerald whistled.

   They watched the pair rub their hands over each other clumsily.  Then
they saw the woman's hand reach down, and push the old man's thighs apart.
He complied, and a big, flaccid penis poked out.

   "There it is," Jack said.

   The woman's hand dropped to his cock, wrapped around it slowly, and
pulled.  The old man let out a grunt.  She pulled it again.  Another grunt.
Another pull.  Grunt.  She kept pulling and pulling at it.  The penis
flopped in her hand like a wet noodle, refusing to cooperate.

   *****

   "You like it?" Imsook said, into Wallace's ear.  "Do you want me to kiss
it?"

   "No," he said.  "Imsook, I really can't make you do that."

   "I would," she said.

   "I know," he said, "but I always used to get ...  ready...  by...  going
through the motions..."

   "What do you mean?" Imsook said, still stroking his loose cock.

   "I'm sorry," he said.

   "Say it."

   "Patsy and I, we always lay on top of each other..."

   "Yes?" She said, starting to lean back.

   "And kind of do it...  until..."

   "Until?"

   "Until we're both...  ready," Wallace said.

   "Want to show me?" She said.

   *****

   Wallace's mouth went dry.  His heart was beating in raw excitement now.
The men were fading from his conscious thoughts.  He reached down to her
thighs, however, and he paused.

   "I'm so sorry," he said.

   "Stop saying that," she said.  She allowed him to part her thighs, and
guided his hand to her pussy.  He felt his fingertips get wet.  Then he
began awkwardly fumbling with her vagina.  He had never been good at hand
jobs.  But Imsook bit her lip and her hips bucked slightly.

   *****

   She felt Wallace's fingers rubbing her.  She closed her eyes and thought
of Dale, and felt a pleasant twinge.

   "Wally," she said.  "Oh Wally.  You can lay on top of me if you want."

   *****

   Jack saw that they were paying less and less attention to him.  He
smiled and walked back out into the living room.  Dale and Patsy looked at
him with wide, white eyes.

   "They're getting warmed up," he said.  "Won't be long now."

   Patsy shook her head.  He could tell she didn't believe it.  Jack
laughed.

   "You'll see," he said, and went back in.

   *****

   Dale and Patsy looked at each other.  The thin man turned and went back
into the bedroom.  For a few minutes now they hadn't heard anything, not
after the shouting and arguing of earlier.  Dale shook his head.  There's
no way Wallace and Imsook would ever agree to this...  Dale worked at his
bonds quietly.

   ***** Wallace felt his fingers enter Imsook's pussy.

   "Sorry, sorry," he kept saying.  "I know you don't want this..."

   She kept pulling at his penis.  "Stop saying it," she said.  "Let's do
this, Wally, lay on me.  Careful now.  Lay on me..."

   She spread her thighs for him.  Wallace eyed her pussy, pursed his lips,
and shifted on the bed.  She felt the mattress sinking and shifting below
her as he moved up between her bare legs.  She felt his wide girth pushing
against her inner thighs, spreading them further and further to accomodate
him.

   "Go, Wally, go," she murmured, and, for the first time, flashed her
smile.

   ***** Wallace looked at her milky body, spread before him, and he felt a
surge in his belly as she smiled at him.  He moved up over her, looked
down, and stopped when his penis hung over her hips.

   "Shooo-wee!" Gerald commented.  "Look at that thing!  Not bad, old man!"


   *****

   Imsook looked down and gasped slightly.  The man with the gun was right.
Wallace was quite large.  He was a wide and big-boned man, but a penis that
thick she hadn't expected.  She realized that she had wondered about it
before.  For some reason that thrilled her a bit.  For the first time she
lost thought of Dale.

   "Lay down on me," she said.

   "I'll crush you," he said.

   "Not you," she said.  "You're my big teddy bear, right?"

   "Oh, Imsook, you shouldn't say that," he said.  "That's what you call
me...  in real life."

   "Come here, teddy bear," she said, smiling again.  "Snuggle me."

   *****

   Wallace's blood roared in his ears.  He looked down at her body
stretched beneath him, the only thing between his cock and her pussy a few
inches of space.  Then he lowered his hips down, and his cock pressed
against her crotch.  Imsook moved around, angling her hips at his, finding
a comfortable position.

   "Are you okay?" He said.  She nodded, her forehead against his chest.

   "Be my big teddy bear," she said.  "Hold me close."

   He wrapped his arms under her armpits and pulled her close, his belly
pressing into her.  He couldn't see his penis, but he felt her shift her
hips, and then he felt his still-flaccid penis being smushed against her
hot, wet crotch.

   ******

   Imsook felt Wallace's penis pressed against her vagina.  She hugged him
just like she hugged him when she arrived at the door; the big difference
being that they were now naked and he was wedged between her legs.  She
bucked her hips a little bit, rubbing her pubic bone against his cock.

   "Let's get that thing hard," she whispered.

   Wallace shifted, and she felt gentle pressure pushing her back.  "Oh!"
Imsook said, and giggled.  Couldn't help it.  She liked old men.

   *****

   Dale and Patsy sat quietly, each working at their bonds.  Dale stopped
to rest for a moment, and he thought he heard a soft creaking sound come
from the other room.  Surely not...

   He looked at Patsy, who looked away.  Then he heard it.  Soft but
unmistakeable.  Imsook let out a little moan.  He recognized what it meant.
She only moaned like that when she was penetrated, or was encouraging it.
Then he heard a deeper one.

   Patsy heard that one, and recognized it.  It was the sound Wally made
when they were well-along in the lovemaking.  In fact, he might be...  No,
she thought.  He couldn't be.

   The thin man emerged from the bedroom.  He had a grin on his face. 
"Boy," he said.  "You should see how far they've come."

   *****

   Imsook wrapped her arms around his neck as Wallace thrust his hips again
and again.  Her legs were spread wide by his big frame, his cock surging
into her crotch.

   "Snuggle me," she said.  "I want to snuggle with your hard penis..."

   "Oh, girl," Wallace said.  "This is so wrong..."

   "Hush," she said.  "Are you enjoying it?  Tell the truth, Wally, tell
the truth..."

   "Yes," he said, quietly.

   "Hmmm?  I didn't hear that," she said back.

   "Yes," he said, louder, and for the first time she felt a twinge from
his old penis.

   "Ooo, I felt that," she said.  "Nice, nice, nice..."

   She thrust her hips into his.  In a moment she felt a growing pressure
against her crotch, and realized he was getting bigger and stiffer.

   "There you go, Wally...  go, Wally, go...  I've wondered about you," she
said.  "I like older men.  I've fucked older men."

   "Oh Imsook," he said.  "Ohhhh you shouldn't say that...."

   "Be my teddy bear," she said.  "Be my big snuggly teddy bear.  Snuggle
me, Wally, get as close as two people can snuggle."

   He hugged her tight, grabbed her firm ass in his hands, and bucked his
hips firmly.

   ***** Jack watched, unable to help himself.  His hand was down his
pants, and his cock was stiff all over again.  It was simply amazing.  The
pair definitely had some kind of chemistry, as the old man was trying to
get his cock up by humping her.  His big frame enveloped hers.  The woman's
slim legs and arms protruded out from under his body, stroking him.

   "Gold," Gerald said.

   ***** Imsook felt his thrusts getting firmer, and the pressure growing
against the lips of her vagina.

   "Come on, Wally," she said.  "Get it up...  they won't let us go until
you do..."

   He was grunting now with the effort.  She reached down and repositioned
his cock, and it stretched out, semi-hard, along her belly.  With the space
it was allowed to grow harder and longer.  He kept thrusting at her, his
testicles wedged against her ass.  She rubbed her hands along his
shoulders.

   "I'm ready," she whispered.  "I'm ready for you."

   "I need help," he said.  "It's been so long."

   She nodded and reached down, taking his cock in her fingers.

   "And I'm tight," Imsook said.

   He pulled back his hips and let her position his penis.  She angled it
against her vagina.

   "Oh, my, you're big," she said.  "I'm tight and you're big.  Sounds like
fun to me."

   ****** Wallace kept waiting for the dream to end, for the camera crew to
announce it was a practical joke.  He just waited for it to end, somehow.
But now his cock was poised at the door of Imsook's vagina, and no one was
stopping them.  Wallace arched his back.  He felt hot wetness.  She let out
a moan and stuffed him in.  Her fingernails scratched his cock as they did,
and then he felt his penis sliding delectably down her tight shaft, inch by
inch, creeping inward.

   Then he heard something he never thought Imsook would say: "Ohhhhh
Wally," she moaned.  "You're inside me."

   "I can't believe it, Imsook," he said.  "I just can't believe it." But
it was real.  He was fucking her.

   ***** Imsook felt his surprisingly energetic cock surge down her pussy,
up to the uterus.  She felt her vagina stretch for him, to the point where
it almost hurt, but stopped at intense pleasure.

   "Snuggle me," she breathed, and he held her tight.  Their hips slapped
into each other.

   "Can I come inside you?" Wallace said, excitedly.

   "Oh, Wally, you'd better not," she said.

   He nodded.  "That's okay, sweet pea, that's okay..."

   ****** Jack emerged from the bedroom, holding a finger to his lips. 
Dale and Patsy listened, and heard creaking bedsprings from the other room,
and a faint slapping sound.  Jack smiled.

   "In case you're wondering, they ain't eating Thanksgiving turkey in
there," he said.  "Does this turn you on?"

   He watched them for a moment, got no response, and walked back in.  Dale
looked at his crotch, stuffed fulll with his raging hard-on.  Imsook's
voice came through the walls.

   "Oh, fuck..." she moaned.  Dale worked at his bonds.

   *****

   "Ohh, ohhh, ohhhhhHHH," Imsook was saying.  "Be my snuggly teddy bear,
Wally, be my teddy bear..."

   Wallace felt a flood of inhibitions washing away as he surged into her.
His concern for what Patsy was thinking subsided.  She'd understand.  They
had to do it, after all, or they'd be killed!  He looked down at his penis
sliding in and out below her pubic hair, in and out, in and out.

   "God you're so tight, honey, you're so tight on my cock..." He moaned.
And she was.  Tighter than he ever felt.

   "You like Asian pussy?" Imsook said.

   "Oh baby, you better believe it," he said.  His thrusts got firmer.  His
cock was harder than it had been in years, buried inside her hot twat.

   "Can I come inside you?" He said.

   She giggled.  "No, Wally!"

   ***** Soon as she said no, Wallace thrust hard, and Imsook moaned loudly
now, as loudly as she'd moan with Dale, and threw her head back, exposing
her neck.  Wallace kissed her throat madly, running his tongue up her jaw.
He was going wild for her.

   "Enjoy it," she said.  "Enjoy me."

   "Oh sweet pea," she heard Wallace say.  "I always wanted you.  I always
wanted to fuck you.  I don't care about the guys with guns.  I always
wanted this."

   Imsook giggled.  "Then have at it, big boy."

   ***** Dale broke free.  He tore the tape from his mouth.  "I'm gonna
stop this," he said.  "I knew Wallace always wanted to fuck her."

   *****

   Jack watched the pair go at it.  They were completely oblivious to the
presence of the two intruders.  He couldn't help his hard-on.  This was the
real poop, alright.  These two obviously had some unspoken sexual tension
between them, and he was watching it all come gushing out.  He thought he
heard the old man tell her he wanted to come in her twat.  She shook her
head but, far as Jack could tell, she didn't seem unreceptive to the idea.

   "Can you go deeper?  Can you go deeper?" the Asian woman said,
stretching her thighs wide as they'd go, as his big penis pistoned in and
out between her hips.  "Can you stick it deeper?"

   "I think so...  I think so...." the old man said.  He grabbed her ass
and pulled it to him, rewarded by an ecstatic cry from the Asian.

   "Oh, God, it's deep!" She cried.  "How can you go so deep...  Oh, God!"

   "I'll be right back," Jack said to Gerald.  "Gotta give the others an
update."

   He walked into the living room.  The alarm bell in his head rang for
just a second as he saw the man's bonds laying on the floor.  Then his
world exploded in white, and went black.

   *****

   Imsook watched Wallace's body rock into hers.  Her pussy ached, but she
was hurtling toward a colossal orgasm nonetheless.

   "Can I come inside you, sweet pea?" Wallace said.  "Can I?"

   "Oh, Wally," she replied.  "You better not..."

   *****

   Gerald heard something.  Jack wasn't coming back.  Clutching the
shotgun, he walked out the door into the living room, leaving the two
oblivious fucking rabbits in the bed, where they rocketed toward orgasm,
oblivious to everything else.

   Gerald saw Jack's feet first.  Then his world exploded in white, too,
and went black.

   ****

   Wallace felt a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.  An itch way at
the base of his cock, somewhere inside him.  Then it was coming up his
shaft, moved along by quick contractions of his cock.

   "OhhhOHHfuck, Wally, OH FUCK!  I'm COMING!" she was moaning, clinging to
him.

   He pulled his cock out of Imsook, intending to heed her wishes.  He
pointed his cock at her belly.

   *****

   Right on the verge of her orgasm, Imsook felt Wallace's penis pull out
of her vagina.  She cried out in disappointment.

   "Put it back in," she said, "put it in!  Come inside me!  I changed my
mind, Wally, I want you to come---ohhhOHH!"

   *****

   Without a moment's hesitation Wallace slipped his cock back into her
pussy just in time, as the rush of semen reached the tip of his cock.  When
it did, his penis was burrowed deep between her hips, encased in her hot
pussy.

   "Ohhhh Imsook, OhhhhHHHH sweet pea, yes, yes, YES..." he cried, feeling
jets of cum spurt inside her.  His cum quickly filled her cunt and spurted
out around his shaft, and soaking his balls as they slapped against her
crotch.  As he came he looked to the left and saw Dale standing there.

   *****

   Imsook clung to Wallace.  She didn't notice Dale.  She felt her orgasm
erupt in her pussy with his hot cum, and then the orgasm rolled up her
spine, and she ran her nails down his back.

   "Oh, God, you're coming, you're coming, you're coming!" she said, her
little body being pushed around the mattress under his pumping weight.  "Me
too!  Oh, fuck, me too!  Me too--Wally, what's wrong?"

   ****

   Dale stood there, stunned.  He had expected some awkward scene of forced
intercourse.  What he saw was no forced act of sex.  His wife was naked on
the mattress, her legs spread wide, in the missionary position with an
equally naked Wallace on top of her.  His glasses askew, his ass flexed as
he thrust his hips into hers.  Dale couldn't see their crotches, but it was
obvious that Wallace's cock was pretty deep inside his baby.

   For a moment Dale had the odd feeling that he shouldn't be here, that he
had stumbled in on a private moment, and that he should respect their
moment and scram so they could make love like any couple would...  but this
was countered by the rage he felt that one half of this "couple" was his
wife...

   ***** Wallace gasped as it dawned on him that it was Dale.  As his penis
still convulsed, he pulled it from Imsook.  It emerged with a "pop!" and
semen sprayed around the sheets.

   ******

   Imsook let out a disappointed moan as Wallace's cock left her.

   "What's wrong, Wally?  What's wrong?" She said, propping up on an elbow.
"Finish coming inside me, baby, come on..." She reached out and grabbed his
cock to guide it back in her pussy -- though her twat was already oozing
with his semen -- and then she noticed Dale standing there.  Her jaw
dropped, and her hand slowly fell away from Wallace's pulsing cock.

   "Imsook!" Dale yelled.

   ****** "Where--where are the two men?" Imsook said, her face and breasts
flushed red with orgasm, her nipples standing upright like moon rockets.

   Dale spoke slowly.  "I...  got loose.  I knocked them out."

   "Oh," Wallace said.

   "Oh," Imsook said, drawing sheets up over her body.  "Good...  I'm so
proud of you..."

   Wallace looked around.  "That's...  great.  So...  did Patsy hear
anything out there?"

   *****

   Patsy came slowly around the corner, holding the dog in her arms.  She
saw Imsook first, laying on her back on the bed.  She was naked.  Then she
saw Wallace kneeling sheepishly between her legs.  He was naked too.  Her
eyes fell on her husband's cock, which was straight, swollen, and dripping
with fluid.  She saw a big semen stain on the sheets below Imsook's tight
little ass.

   "You're in big trouble, Wally," Patsy said.

   Wallace looked at her for a moment.  "Oh, boy, though," he said.  "Was
it worth it."
   Imsook giggled.