Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: (SNW) Not With My Daughter! 38 Part: 38 Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga Summary: Marnie and her friends have a little accident and have to work it off in sexually compromising ways. Keywords: exhibition, humiliation, blackmail, forced nudity, nc The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My Daughter! Parts 2-37", which can be found free at "Spunk's Place" (See at bottom) Not With My Daughter! Part 38 by Spunk N. Wagnels "I know I promised to tell you about it today." Marnie acknowledged to Barbara over the phone. "Sure, I'm up for a lunch. … Sure, you call Betty and I'll call Sally. … O'Rourke's, got it, 12:30, okay. See you there." They all beat Marnie to O'Rourke's restaurant. It was a medium scale restaurant inside on a corner of a mall and its food court wing. It had a low fenced in area outside the restaurant with a grouping of tables that opened onto the Mall and the Food Court as if it were a corner sidewalk café at an intersection. Barbara, Betty and Sally were all sitting at a table at the corner so they could see Marnie coming from all three directions. Marnie felt special walking up to the restaurant with three friends waving and calling for her. While they waited for the lunches to arrive, they all leaned in to hear the details of Marnie's charity service. Each remembered an aspect of theirs that they had previously left out to add in to keep pace with the excitement of Marnie's fresh account. The reliving of their individual experiences combined with the vicarious appreciation for each other's experiences made their clothing sticky against the metal chairs during the meal. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Sally asked, wiping her brow with the napkin. "Waitress, I'll have another Bloody Mary." The others climbed on board so Sally upgraded it to a pitcher. "It's hot, or it's me too." Betty added. "You know, we're all a bunch of 'cheaters.'" Barbara observed. "We should be ashamed of ourselves, but we're not acting like it." "We didn't seek these things out; we've just made lemonade with the lemons we've been handed." Marnie offered. "Yeah Marn. I didn't think of it that way." Sally agreed. "In fact, I kind of liked the people I worked for by the end." Marnie added. "Me too." They each added. "I almost thought about having Roger ask them over for dinner." Marnie confessed. "Oh gawd." Sally reacted. "I don't think I would do that with mine; … although, they do own a really nice boat. "I liked my people too. They have a really nice house and the husband, well …" Betty dreamed out loud. "As far as I'm concerned you gals are all 'bananas.' My thing was a fluke, a momentary lapse of judgment. I could never …" Barbara said trailing off into a daydream. "It was just a thought, I didn't act on it really." Marnie clarified. "I wonder what it would be like to run into them socially." Sally said. I'd recognize them, but they wouldn't recognize me with my clothes on." "Me too." Betty added. "I know where mine live. They'd probably recognize me though, because they were really into my body." "Oooo" The others responded with girlish smiles. "The whole purpose of my assignment was for the painter to study and paint my body, he might even recognize me with my clothes on." Barbara surmised. "Well I was modeling too, in a way; we'd probably all run the risk of being recognized if we approached our sponsors again." Marnie realized. "What if we approached each other's sponsors?" Sally thought out loud. "What would be the purpose in that?" Marnie asked back. "Well, I'd be curious about the house Betty worked in." Sally offered. "Come to think of it, I'd like to be on that boat." Betty interjected. "Well, I've modeled for painters before; been there, done that." Marnie remarked. "And I don't think I could do what you did Marnie." Barbara said in a worried tone. "Have you gals ever thought about swapping?" Marnie asked randomly. "Which one of us would you want to swap with?" Barbara challenged. "We'd all agree to try it with Roger." Then Barbara blushed. "I think I've had too many Bloody Marys." She said looking into her glass to avoid eye contact with Marnie. "Forget I even mentioned it." Marnie said regretfully. "Hey, you put it out there; who would you want to try out?" Sally said keeping up the challenge. "Ah, no one really." Marnie said. Then to stop the challenges she confessed, "You know, since that asshole Larcher came into my life, I've been so sexed up and willing to take chances, I feel almost like a junkie; it's just for sex instead of narcotics. Like Barb was saying, I've had my judgment altered, I've made some careless decisions, and I can't seem to get enough of it." They all looked down into their glasses as if they were looking at their own souls in the same light. She poured herself another drink from the pitcher to fortify herself as she continued to unburden herself on her friends. "I've even had sex with women, for Christ's sake." Marnie said getting a little tipsy. "Marnie!" Sally said in a stern whisper. "Watch what you're saying out here." "I have had my fingers, hell I've had my lips and tongue on other women's cunts." Marnie continued forlorn. "How desperate is that?" She said almost ready for tears. "Marnie. It's nothing to be ashamed of. We all have done it too." Sally reminded her, but in a lower voice to encourage Marnie to bring down the volume. "Yeah but, I've apparently got the husband that everybody else wants to do it with and I can't be faithful to him." Marnie said tearing up. "It's not your fault; you've been blackmailed for Christ's sake." Betty added. "Now I'm talking that way too." She thought to herself. "Marnie; we all know firsthand what you've been going through with that scumbag Larcher." Barbara said. "You can't be blamed. Roger would understand if he knew." "The boys have had their run at it, remember?" Sally reminded everyone. "We should try to set it up again to tell them." "Roger might be understanding, but I don't know about George." Barbara worried. "What should we do?" Betty asked. "Let's have a party. Whenever we do, Larcher seems to show up. When he does, we can have like an intervention and start telling the boys what he is really all about. They'd have to believe us if we stuck together on it." Marnie said with newfound enthusiasm. "Sounds like a plan. Your place then?" Sally confirmed. "Saturday?" Marnie offered. There were nods all around. "I'll mention it to Brenda and tell her she can invite the younger Larcher if she wants and I'm sure it will happen just like we plan." "So, who wants to see that house that Betty is talking about?" Sally asked. They all agreed to do a drive-by in Betty's car. "Here it is." Betty said as they all craned their necks to look up at the huge house. There was a man hosing down the driveway. The car continued to roll as Betty described the rooms behind the fancy windows when, "Bonk!" she rolled into the Mercedes parked out front. "Oh shit!" She exclaimed, pulling back away and putting her car in park. "Oh god, not this!" She said realizing that it was the car that was parked in the driveway when she visited the first time. At the sound of the hit, the man turned off the hose and ran out to the front. He put his hands on the passenger door and peered in to see if anyone was hurt. They could tell he was tanned and in excellent physical condition as they looked down his loose shirt buttoned at the fourth button down. He opened the door by Sally and asked, "Is everyone okay?" "Ah, yes." Betty leaned over to say. "Let me check the cars." He said and went to the front of Betty's car. When he returned to Sally's door he stooped and announced, "Your car seems pretty much okay, but there is some damage to the Mrs.'s car. Maybe you should come in and tell her." "Oh gawd." Betty thought; "We're gonna see the inside." Sally thought gleefully; "Poor Betty." Barbara thought sympathetically; and, "This guy would do." Marnie dreamed, but was ashamed with herself at the thought. They followed him in, but stayed in the front hall while he went through the French doors on the opposite wall out to the pool in back. Lanie returned wrapping a large scarf around her body like a towel, but with the length of a short dress. The floral print was see-through with the light behind her and one by one they could tell she was topless with a very skimpy white string bikini underneath. "There's been an accident?" "Yes, I'm very sorry. I bumped the rear end of your car out front." Betty confessed. "Well, let's go see, shall we?" Lanie said, leading the quartet out the door to the street. They couldn't help but notice the classy lines of the woman's body under the wispy chiffon material. Suddenly she stopped and turned toward Betty. "Haven't we met before? You seem awfully familiar." "Ah, yes." Betty affirmed. Lanie turned back and continued the trek to the street thinking Betty would fill her in as they walked. Not hearing anything further, she stopped and turned saying, "Where was it that we met again?" "Ah, it was here, recently." Betty disclosed reluctantly, now blushing for her friends to see. Lanie continued toward the street thinking about it until they got to the cars. "Oh my, there is some damage; that's got to be $600-700 worth easy. Seven? Number Seven?" She said turning to look Betty up and down then in particular all over her face. "Yes, it's me. I'm Betty and these are my friends Sally, Barbara, and Marnie." "How do you do." Lanie said shaking their hands with a curious smile on her face. "What … Why …?" "I was telling my friends about what a nice house you have and we were all looking at it from the road when I accidentally rolled into the back of your car. I'm really very sorry." Betty confessed. "Have you been drinking?" Lanie asked with a gleam in her eye. "Ah, we had a couple of Blood Marys at lunch a while ago." Betty said coming clean. "I see. We wouldn't want that to get out to the authorities or your insurance company." Lanie said sympathetically. "Nor my husband, come to think of it." Betty thought out loud. "Frankly, I don't want Vance to know the car is wrecked either. Let's go back into the house and discuss it." Lanie suggested. Along the way Sally remarked, "You have a very nice house here." "Oh, thank you. We haven't even been here a year yet. We're still learning about it." Lanie replied. Once inside Lanie requested, "Come with me to the pool. I do my best thinking in the water." They followed her out to the pool area. It was sunny, open, well appointed, and well cared for. "Come on in and join me." Lanie suggested, as she unwrapped her well-formed body. "No, we'd better not. We don't have suits." Sally said. "Nonsense. You don't need a suit. If you want, you can leave your panties on." Lanie said standing before them in just her white string bikini bottom, which they could tell was very thin, as it clearly showed the puff and camel toe crease of her sex between her legs. Betty was the first to comply since Lanie already knew her body well, and it was she who had the most business to deal with Lanie on. "I could use some sun." Marnie said and undressed to join them. Then Sally decided to keep pace with Marnie and Barbara soon followed so as not to be the odd woman out. With female flesh giggling in the warm bright sun, the four ladies, still a little tipsy, joined Lanie in the pool with a giddiness that amused her. "This is very nice." Marnie remarked regarding the refreshing temperature. "So nice and clean." Barbara added, treading water. "Yes, this backyard is my little piece of heaven." Lanie said smiling. They worked their way to the deep end and tread water in a circle facing each other. "So, what do you think about the damage to your car?" Betty asked. "What's your deductible?" Lanie asked. "$500.00, I think" "If it's going to cost you $500.00 for the deductible anyway, I don't think it would be wise to turn it over to your insurance company they'll take more than the balance back in increased rates over time anyway. Can't you just pay for it?" Lanie asked Betty. "Sure, I suppose, but if Paul, that's my husband, should find out about the money, and then find out about the accident, he'd be furious." Betty relented. "Then what do you suggest?" Lanie quizzed. "Could we work it off?" Betty asked. "Well let me see … Lance, that's my husband, is responsible to entertain and amuse a contingent of visiting prospective Japanese businessmen tomorrow night. Maybe you could help with that. If he were to persuade them to do business with us, that would certainly pay for the damage." Lanie explained. "What exactly would we be expected to do?" Betty quizzed. "Japanese men like friendly attentive women. I would think that if you saw that their immediate needs were met with a smile during the evening, that they would be impressed with my husband as a host and we'd all be even. What do you say?" Lanie asked. "What would you want us to wear?" Betty asked. "I don't think you'll need to worry about that. We gave the cook the night off and hired a caterer to do the affair. They'll have their regular uniforms you could wear I'd think. I'll let them know you'll be assisting." Lanie formulated. Then she swam over to the edge and pushed a button on a panel by the pool ladder. "I'll get us some refreshments." In a moment the man from out front appeared. "Would you be a dear and fix us a pitcher of Bloody Marys?" "Yes Ma'am. Right away." He responded. The ladies were so taken by him when he was standing there obediently that they continued to tread water without any thought of moves toward modesty. Small talk continued, especially questions about the house until he reappeared with a tray-table, a pitcher, and five glasses. Lanie swam to the shallow end steps, dunked her hair back, and gracefully stepped out of the water as if he wasn't even there. She really didn't even need to bother with the suit bottom actually, since the white material was unlined and relatively transparent when wet. Betty saw that she had picked up on her example and shaved her pussy bald like the rest of them. The man stood at parade rest with his overlapping hands over his crotch rather than behind his back. Looking nowhere specific, awaiting further instructions. "Come on Ladies. Join me. I already know you like these. Ummm." She said tasting the drink. "These are superb Harvey." "Thank you Ma'am." He said. Marnie, then Sally, then Barbara and finally Betty exited the pool following the path that Lanie took, maybe in an unconscious way, trying to emulate the grace Lanie displayed as she exited the pool. Harvey was treated to a parade of beautiful female flesh out of the corner of his eye. He didn't dare gawk, as his job might have depended upon it. They each swigged a gulp of drink clandestinely peeking at the possible tent Harvey's hands were hiding. "Harvey, put lotion on these two before they burn, will you?" Lanie directed of him for Sally and Barbara. "They are fair skinned so use '30' please. Betty, I almost called you 'Number Seven', would you do me and I'll do you and your friend. I can't have you all burning out here on my watch." Lanie directed. Sally watched Harvey closely as he applied the lotion to Barbara's nervous body. He had to move Barbara's hands out of his way several times to accomplish his task. Sally was amazed at how undaunted Harvey appeared even though his cock and balls were becoming more and more defined from apparent excitement on display in his snug pants. Sally looked over at Lanie and Betty and saw that Lanie was removing Betty's wet panties for her. Sally went up behind Barbara as Harvey was coating her breasts and pulled down Barbara's wet panties too. Barbara was too preoccupied with the male attention to her breasts to wage a protest. Harvey worked down to her waist, and then worked up her legs from her feet ending in a dizzying slathering of lotion about Barbara's buttocks, pubis, and smooth crotch. Barbara had to put her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling and it was apparent that she was doing everything she could to keep from climaxing at his touch to her nether region. Sally didn't lift a finger to help Harvey out with the task of coating her body with lotion, except when she pulled her own wet panties down and stood with her legs shoulder width apart. Harvey started with her face, neck, shoulders, and arms. When he was starting to work his way down her body, Sally interlocked her fingers behind her head and put her face in the sun while his touch brought on an exquisite sexual tension to every reach and region of her body. No surface was left untouched, but Sally wanted her breasts and nipples touched longer than he ended up touching them. When he started up her body from her feet, she put a hand on the top of his head for balance. When he was standing and applying the lotion to her crotch with one hand from the front and the other from the back, she rubbed the back of her hand around his cock and balls, as if subconsciously, but as he started to close his eyes and moan, she fully cupped his package and gently throb-squeezed his testicles. "That's not fair to Harvey, now you're going to have to make it up to him and take care of what you started." Lanie directed. Sally looked down coyly like she was being scolded. "Take off his clothes and see that his thing is properly taken care of." Lanie's elegance commanded a response without having to be bitchy. Sally approached Harvey, moving in closer than normal and looked up at him while she unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way. She slipped off the shirt from his shoulders touching her breasts to his chest. Then she unzipped his pants and lowered them to the ground so he could step out of them. "Barbara, is it? I think you should help too." Lanie said, standing between Marnie and Betty with her arms around their backs cupping a breast each from the outside. "You contributed to his condition." Harvey turned toward Lanie and smiled his appreciation, which was the first real emotion he displayed since checking out the results of the accident. Barbara didn't quite know what to do, although she felt compelled, as Sally did, to oblige her host. She stood behind him and put her fingers in the waistband of his briefs after Sally began pulling them down and held onto them all the way to the ground, picking them up as he stepped out of them. Sally started to rub his six-pack and hips as she watched his cock twitch up at her in the open air. Barbara tentatively reached out to touch his muscular back, while Lanie, Marnie, and Betty looked on arm-in-arm as their audience. Sally knelt down and wrapped her hand around his shaft. Betty and Marnie were amazed at her nerve. She reached the lotion with her other hand and dribbled it between her fingers to lubricate them for motion. Barbara now had two hands roaming Harvey's back, daring more and more to roam over his powerful buttocks. As Sally pumped his organ, Harvey stood with open legs with a hand on the back of her head. When one of Sally's hands would get tired she'd switch to the other. Barbara was trance-like as she swept her hands around his rear cheeks, now daring to reach in between his legs. He was pumping his hips to help Sally and his balls swayed and touched Barbara's roaming fingers. Barbara reached in and gently cupped his hopping ball sac to feel his testicles bounce around in her hand. He started to make some sounds of anticipation and she felt his ball sac tighten. She followed the scrotum up and explored its firmness and texture by gently squeezing, pinching, and pulling at his nuts, like his gonads were fruit she was testing for rpeness. Fortunately for Sally she was squatting to his side when he thrust his hips forward against her fist and shot his first of several shots out ahead of him to the cement and tile. Marnie and Betty bent forward with laughter and applause at the sequence of events. They all pretty much had fun with it until it started to slowly sink into each and every one of them that they were each hornier than ever and the only male present had just got his rocks off and would be of no help at all, even at the fantasy level. "Well then. Thank you Harvey. That'll be all for now." Lanie directed. "Yes. Thank you Ma'am." He said, picked up his clothes, and retired to the house. "Golly Lanie. I wish you had more of them hanging around here." Marnie said facetiously. Lanie picked up the subtlety of her meaning and replied, "You know, when I was a kid we'd take wild daisies and string them together to make a necklace or a bracelet." They all looked on attentively awaiting the rest of the story. Then slightly frustrated that she'd have to spell it out, "You know, we don't need a man right now." They all looked back and forth at each other. "Betty, remember working for me …?" It dawned on Betty, but the rest were still clueless. Lanie went to a cabinet under a covered patio and came back with five luxuriously thick beach towels and handed one to each. She laid hers out, then took Marnie's from her and laid it out at a slight angle. "Come here." She said to Marnie, patting the middle of the towel. Marnie faced her kneeling, waiting further instructions. Lanie gently took her wrists and brought her to her hands and knees. "Okay, who's going to be next?" They stood dumbfounded. She took Betty's towel and laid it out at an angle again starting to circle the towels. "Come on." She patted. Betty hesitated. Lanie took Barbara's and the Sally's towel and laid them around in a pentagon. Then everything became clear when she knelt behind Marnie and reached over to stroke her pussy. Betty made an obvious attempt to get behind Lanie, probably so she wouldn't be stuck behind one of her regular friends, and Sally and Barbara took a long moment to get themselves to agree to participate and which of them would take Betty. Marnie was equally weirded out by the prospect of facing Barbara and Sally's pussies so she didn't look up until it had been decided for her. Lanie's commanding demeanor had the four of them facing a friend's cunt and having a friend facing theirs. Lanie's ministrations to Marnie's pussy lips were turning into a welcomed sensation, because she was so horny to begin with. As the sensation grew in her, she reached up and touched Sally's quim in much the same way she was being touched. And around went Lanie's touch from one person to the next. She'd touch Marnie in a certain way, and twenty seconds later she'd be touched in much the same manor by Betty. All it seemed to take for this wave to circle hypnotically around was for Lanie to take the initiative, and she did so by moving from just her fingers to her lips as well. One by one the surprise of lips struck each in turn and as they realized what was happening to them, they passed it along to the next person. Lanie was relieved to finally have Betty's lips on her nether petals. Then Lanie licked Marnie to be eventually licked back by Betty; she sucked Marnie to be eventually sucked by Betty; and she moaned her delight onto Marnie to be moaned back upon by Betty. The circle boff started to break down when each individual started to fret with their impending climaxes at different rates, but when they were too overwhelmed to lick and suck, they'd replace their mouths with their fingers. They eventually lost their composure enough that kneeling was next to impossible and were causing each other to flop and flounder around on their towels, not wanting to let up on one another as they came and came and came. * * * * * The next day, the four women reported to Lanie's house at 6:00 with their high heels as instructed to be briefed and to prepare for the party. They were introduced to a woman who turned out to be the Larcher brother's partner. "This doesn't look good." Marnie thought to herself. Her name was Rhonda and she explained that the hosts had asked for a theme party, a Roman feast. She led them to the large receiving room where the furniture had been moved along to the walls so twin beds could be lined up in a semicircle radiating out from the center and covered to the floor in white sheets. Lanie explained that her husband Vance wanted to create an impression and leave his guests with a memory they would never forget. He knew they liked to be catered to in their own tradition so doing so in an ancient tradition of another culture should do the trick he thought. She explained that a lot of money was riding on this, so their cooperation would be essential. Betty spoke for them all and said that they would do their best. When they were distributed costumes to wear, Barbara immediately protested. "I can't wear this. You can see right through it." "Well not exactly. This is what young women servers wore in those days." Rhonda asserted. "Maybe our fabrics are a bit finer because we can make them this way now, but no doubt, if they could have made fabrics as nice as these back then, they would have. You can count on it." The costume tunics consisted of a sheer fine muslin material in a three-foot wide strip six or seven feet long with an opening in the middle where the wearer's head went through. A geometric pattern trimmed the two ends, probably more of a Greek influence than Roman, but who would know. It was worn like a serape except that the shoulder sections were bound together atop each shoulder rather than laying out as a flat band that they would naturally form, and the front and back were cinched to their bodies by a colorful golden belt. "We can't wear just this, they'll see our bras and panties through it." Sally remarked. "They would look ridiculous, showing at the sides, wouldn't they. Well, the young servers didn't wear bras and panties with these either." Rhonda said. "You mean …?" Barbara said. "That's right, but with the way the material bunches up around the sides from the binding at the top and your waists, I don't think you have anything to be concerned about." Rhonda reassured. "Now," she said pulling out flashy costume jewelry from a box and handing them to each of the women one by one, "these go around your head and this part hangs down your forehead. And these are ankle bracelets … and wrist bracelets. And these are armbands for each of you. Now let's try them all on and see how they look on you." "Where can we go to change?" Betty asked Lanie. ""What's wrong with right here? There isn't anybody but us girls around." Lanie suggested. Betty wasn't the natural leader of the group, but she was the most responsible for them being in the situation so she led the way by being the first to remove her clothes. Marnie, then Sally, and finally Barbara followed hesitantly. The humiliation and embarrassment of undressing in front of their friends, Lanie, and the virtual stranger was not as intense as it had been at other times, and they bordered on feeling a little giddy as they pulled the flimsy garments on over their heads and let them fall down their naked bodies in front and back. Then Rhonda and Lanie helped them with the sash around their waists, pulling the sensuous material taut over their now hardened nipples. They felt rather naughty with the material ending at mid thigh and unconsciously padded in place while they waited to be attended to with the jewelry. They looked at each other and were very impressed with how sexy the material made them look and feel. "We'll start you in heels. Japanese men like women in them." Rhonda explained. "All men do, I think," added Lanie The clicking of their heels on the hardwood floor bounced off the walls as they assisted each other with the clasps on the jewelry. When they each squatted in turn to clasp on the ankle bracelets on each other, they realized just how vulnerable their modesty was in the short outfits as the coolness from the floor wafted up to give their hot twats a love pat. "Okay Ladies, let's see." Rhonda said, as she had them line up. Lanie smiled and looked on round-eyed at how exquisite and special it was to have these four attractive and semi-willing housewives dressed like coquettish servant girls to serve at her husband's dinner party. They looked so delectable standing before her in this vulnerable state, she wanted to hug, squeeze and feel them up under their sexy costumes herself. "Vance will be pleased, definitely pleased." She said out loud to everyone. "Yes," Rhonda said, more dispassionately, "this should work out just fine." She waved them to follow her, "Come with me. The guests should be here shortly. I don't want to spoil the impact by having you seen by them before we're ready." With that, the ladies followed her to the kitchen area. They each grew worried for themselves as their heels made their tits bob and weave behind the sensuous material causing some of them to try hunching their shoulders forward in an attempt to pull their sensitive nipples back from the rubbing material. Marnie just put her hands inside the costume as she walked to cover her nipples and support her breasts. They sat down in a breakfast nook area out of the way and watched the two caterers' helpers work on unpacking the food, serving ware, and utensils. It helped with their shyness to experience the glances and approval of the helpers as they worked. "I don't think I can go through with this." Barbara complained. "Oh guys," Betty pleaded, "don't bail on me now." Sally patted her on the back, "Don't worry Bets. I kinda got you into this by wanting to see this incredible place, so I'm here for you." "We're all here for you." Marnie added. "Right Barbara? If it weren't for that sleazeball Larcher, none of this would be happening, so it is really my fault." Marnie was overheard, at least the part about "sleazeball Larcher" and she got looks from the workers, but fortunately, Rhonda didn't hear. So she whispered, "Com'on Barbara, you've done worse than this. How about winning those tickets for us to go to Europe, remember?" "Okay." Barbara replied sniffling. Time passed and they were looking intently at their jewelry, when Rhonda exclaimed, "It's show time." She held her hand out toward them as a signal to get up and come with her. When they gathered around her, she explained. "Now, ordinarily you would bow lower than the men in their presence, but they will be reclining and this isn't Japan, it's ancient Rome, so just avoid direct eye contact, but remain attentive to what they might need or you think they might like at any given time. Act as sexy as you want. You are supposed to be as entertaining as you are helpful to keep their fantasies moving along without distraction. Imagine you are carefree nubile servants delighting in the festivities and that you are prized for your beauty and grace. It won't be a stretch at all. You really do look beautiful tonight, each one of you, so here, take one of these and offer the first of many courses to the guests." Out each one walked with something, a tray of vegetables, seafood, or pork, all fried tempura style with dipping sauces on a tray and napkins held in one hand under it if needed, and another with a pitcher of wine. As they walked into the room, they grew dizzy from the competing senses of their hot snatches, sensitive hard nipples being stimulated as they paraded in with their heels, and the scene before them of five strange men reclining on the beds in togas propped up at the inner end of the beds by large pillows under and arm. They didn't know how to act, or what to do to maximize their modesty as they moved around the inner circle to offer the appetizing treats to the guests. One man spoke up in urgent Japanese and a fellow businessman translated that he needed a napkin to catch a dribble of sauce on his chin. Sally approached him and took a napkin out from her stash and before she could offer it to him, he reached out to grab it, caught the hem of her costume along with it, and pulled it to his mouth to wipe the grease. The two men on either side of him mumbled and "hummed" when they saw that she wasn't wearing anything under her costume. Then all but Vance reached for the hemline of the server closest to him and flipped it up to see the delights below, much to the embarrassment of the ladies who thought twice about backing away. With the hem being held out and the trays held before them, their humiliation was eased as they didn't see the gawking faces making grunting sounds as the men took mental photographs of what lay beneath the near sheer coerings. The translating man explained to Vance that they expected to see more hair between the legs of American women. Vance just responded that it was fashion to keep it neat down there on the finer American women. The host's remark encouraged the women to holdfast and allow the men all the time they needed, and they even widened their stance, all but Barbara, as if to create better balance. They looked at each other with pained expressions as they were guided by hands to turn and display both front and rear. Marnie was getting hot, as were the others, with the scent of testosterone or pheromones wafting in the air, and wiggled her rear back and forth with a wider stance to encourage touching if they were of a mind to do so. Vance looked pleased with the reactions and spied his wife standing off in the distant doorway in costume watching the goings on hoping for the best for her husband's party. Vance waved her in. All hands stopped their hem flipping and all eyes were on Lanie as she approached regally in a full-length toga that clung to her every curve, a Cleopatra wig, exquisite makeup, and fancy costume jewelry. The ladies were awestruck too to see her approach like a supermodel on a runway toward her husband. When she reached him, he put his arm around her waist and introduced her to his guests, "This is my wife, Elaine." The men tried to bow eagerly from the reclined position and seemed to figure that three or so short bows would equal one full bow if standing. Meanwhile, Vance went to retrieve an ottoman to put by his side for Lanie to join him since she was having such a positive effect on the guests. Lanie watched as the ladies continued to serve her husband's guests. They even fed the men playfully and were quick to use the napkins to avoid any more commotion like Sally caused earlier. When a man started to get playful with Marnie by putting his hand on the back of her leg just above the knee while she fed him, she smiled to let him know that she welcomed his touch. This progress was not lost on the others and they tried to touch her legs and inner thighs when she reached them in turn as well. Soon everyone of them were emboldened enough to touch their servers under their costumes below the waists on their ass cheeks, front and back thighs, and heat seeking up between their legs close to, but not contacting, the shaved pussies getting wetter and wetter by the minute. The ladies could tell that each of their friends was hovering at a brink as they'd pass going to and from the kitchen with half closed eyes. Things heated up when Barbara was pulled closer to a reclining wine filled guest so he could grab her tunic on top and bunch the edges together between her breasts so they stuck out lewdly at the sides. She didn't know what to do, as she held a nearly full bottle of wine in one hand and a full glass in the other. Spilling would mean stains galore. This seemed like a good idea to the rest of the men as they teasingly indicated the others come closer with their curling index fingers. Soon all the breasts were at least partially displayed. Marnie's were more lewdly displayed like Barbara's, due to their size and ability to hold back more material. The edges didn't cooperate fully with the desire of the guests to see more breasts, so they made is a point to keep one or both exposed on their servers as they continued to eat and drink. Finally, the Japanese guests started to signal that they were getting full for the time being. Vance and Lanie had a private conference for a moment about how to keep the pace of the excitement up, since there was still time left in the evening. A casual glance would seem to indicate that he was asking her to do something she wasn't prepared or willing to do. Marnie and her friends were as anxious as the guests to know what was going to happen next, because the sexual tension in the room was so pronounced. Vance turned toward the semi-circle of guests and smiled as Lanie walked off more briskly than she had walked in. Moments later, you could hear a soft clearing of the throat just outside the room, which was an obvious signal, as Vance smiled proudly and loudly clapped his hands two times quickly. Music started and a veiled hand and bare leg appeared wrapped around the edge of the door in a sensual pose. Lanie snaked her way into the room to the music and proceeded to dance her way to center stage of the semi-circled arrangement. The women were stunned and the men pulled a server close and hugged a leg with their heads against a bare hip as a scantily clad Lanie danced sweeping long legged movements with the grace of a professional dancer. The body veil gave her audience glimpses of her long statuesque form as she performed graceful movements showing off the range of her talent and the suppleness of her body. Vance looked on proud of his wife, even though she went further with her undress than he imagined she would. As the veil momentarily displayed her shaved pussy, one guest complimented "Mr.Vanceson, that's a fine women you've got there." Vance acknowledged the comment with a head bow and watched and worried how far she would take it. "Is she paying me back for requesting she entertain our guests?" He wondered. "She was a professional dancer when I met her after all, dancing should be no big thing for her. But, I never saw her dance like that in front of other men before. Wow, she sure looks good; Man, am I a lucky guy!" Lanie danced close to the first guest at the edge of the circle. Betty held her breath as she sensed Lanie's body close to her with nothing but the sheer veil to prevent its glorious touch. Lanie took Betty by the hand and pulled her to her, and then she untied the sash of her costume and pulled it up over her head. Betty stood like a deer in the headlights. Lanie pulled her over to the man she had been next to and showed her that she should remove his toga. The guest didn't object because Lanie's sensuous ways were so commanding, and he was so drunk, he surrendered to her control with the promise of better things to come. While Betty removed the toga, Lanie pulled his briefs down his legs and off. The guest just lay there on his stomach frozen as his friends, the host, and the other servers watched what was going to happen next. Lanie ended the anticipation by taking Betty's hands in hers and putting them on the man's back and squeezing them into his flesh to indicate she should give him a massage. Betty took over trancelike as she watched Lanie dance her way from Marnie, to Barbara, and then to Sally untying their sashes as she passed each one. They removed their tunics, the togas and drawers of their guests, and started to follow Betty by giving a massage to the guest they were nearest to. Lanie started kneading her husband's shoulders and saying something to him for a moment while the others found it preferable to climb onboard the backs of the men they were massaging to avoid back strain from leaning over. Lanie continued her dance and stepped up the sexual nature of her movements. The men were groaning, their cocks and balls pinned under them, magic fingers stimulating the nerves of their back, and the visual feast of Lanie's classical movements before their eyes driving them insane with lust. Marnie couldn't take it any more. She wasn't as patient at prolonging the satisfaction of her urges anymore these days, and she mashed her cunt down on the checks of the man she was massaging and humped the hairy mounds trying to get off. Her juices made him so slippery, she couldn't quite get enough friction. The man she was riding was so crazed with lust, he rolled over on his back under her and she continued by humping the underside of his cock and balls, mashing them to his body, not paying him any attention as he lamely tried to grab onto her swaying breasts. One by one, the other men rolled over to get access to their turgid genitals and get relief. Everyone was so crazed that the ladies humped the men, sometimes with cocks in their cunts and sometimes like Marnie, too impatient to get it on normally, humping the man's body madly, until people started cumming, one after another. Marnie signaled her sisters with her urgent squealing and the man she was riding seemed to signal his brethren with his bucking and moaning as they all came in flopping orgasms like a group singing in round. Lanie smiled, pleased with herself, and continued to dance and while watching her husband pathetically trying to join the others by jerking himself off alone. When things died down, the ladies each sat next to a guest and stroked their heads and arms as they drank aperitifs in the afterglow of their Roman orgy. They didn't fight off the casual stroking of their tits and nipples by the guests as the evening slowly ground down to a halt. Lanie and Vance thanked the ladies profusely and Lanie gave Betty a sincere and potent wink as the ladies departed indicating that all was well and even between them. In the car Barbara bemoaned, "There, I did it again. How can George ever forgive me?" "Just give him the best sex he has ever had tonight, and call it even. It usually works for Roger." Marnie advised. "Hummmm." Sally lazily reflected. Betty, who was silently driving eventually broke a silent stretch, "Okay, I'll do it." "Do what?" Sally asked. "I'll try it with one of your husbands, if you want. I don't think I can keep the tension in my body down day after day with just Paul's occasional urges." Betty blurted out. "Oh god, what am I saying?" She said starting to cry. "What has become of me? (Sniffle) What am I going to do?" She was now saying in full-blown tears. "You're going to watch the road I hope." Sally chided. "Geez, you don't want another accident, do you?" Comments welcomed: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com For the rest of the story go here: /~spunknwagnels