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?"


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