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NWMD16.TXT -- 16/20(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 16
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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"Hi Marnie, Betty can have us over for lunch today and we can watch the tape.
Do you think we should call the others?" Barbara asked.
"Not knowing what we'd find on the tape, it would be risky, but then we are
having Betty see it, so why not. Do you need me to call, or are you going to
do that yourself?" Marnie responded.
"I'll call Ginny and Dee Dee if you'll call Mary and Sally. Let me know."
Barbara directed.
"I'm not confident I can get Mary to come, unless she is able to get one of the
other doctors in her office to double up and cover her patients, but I'll try.
I'll get back to you in a few minutes." Marnie indicated.
A few minutes later they compared notes, and all could come except Mary. At
the luncheon, most brought something they could share, whether they made it or
picked it up from a deli. Everyone couldn't stop talking about Roger's
Birthday Party and all wanted to see what was on the tape right away.
"Ladies, ladies, let's get organized here. Let's eat, be patient, and watch
the tape in a few minutes. Okay? No one wants to know what is on this tape
more than I do, I assure you. The first thing we need to do is create a pact
right now. If this tape is embarrassing to anyone of us here, we all have to
give our word and promise, that what ever is on this tape doesn't leave this
room - no husbands, no one period." Barbara asserted.
When she got an individual assurance from each one present, she said, "And, I
do so promise it to you all."
They ate and speculated on what they might see on the tape, but nothing they
imagined prepared them for what they did eventually find. Barbara was a little
embarrassed by her dancing seductively before Roger on his birthday night. She
was as shocked, as Marnie and the others were, when her husband George pulled
down Roger's shorts, and then his briefs. Then she threw up all over Betty's
clean carpet when she removed her costume at her husband's insistence, and
danced naked in front of all of her friends. They stopped the tape when she
was masturbating herself with cheers from George and the others to orgasm,
since she had fainted. Marnie helped Betty clean up the mess.
When Barbara came to, everyone was sitting around her concerned. As she sat on
the couch, her left arm crossed her stomach supporting her right elbow for her
right hand cradling her forehead, forming a visor, hiding her eyes, as she
shock her head in shame and disbelief. The others sat for a while staring off
into space, giving Barbara quiet time to compose herself, and wondered what
they might find of themselves on the tape. Nobody wanted the tape run any
more, in case the others would see them in a similar circumstance, but they all
wanted to know if they were on it. As time ticked by, and no one was saying
anything, the tension built up. Everyone was curious to watch it, but too
embarrassed to have it watched.
Finally, Betty said, "Okay, I can't take this any longer, either we watch the
tape, play cards, go in the hot tub, or all go home."
"Let's watch a little more." Dee Dee said.
They started the tape again. Barbara started to watch as soon as Ginny said,
"Oh no, not me!"
The tape revealed her dancing around Roger in her beige body-suit and wings,
dressed as Tinkerbell. She moved her hands all over Roger in a mystical way
without touching him. She sprinkled glitter on his erection and made waving
hand motions as if sending a spell to his cock to make it erupt. The camera
panned to her husband rubbing his crotch.
"Look, it's Dr. Cunningham rubbing himself. Oh, sorry Ginny." Betty said.
Then Ginny covered her face and breasts with her hands and arms, when she
watched her husband Dan help her out of her body-suit. She watched the rest of
her performance, as a nude seductress, complete with masturbating and cumming
in front of everyone present, through the spaces she allowed between her
fingers. The others started to anger when confronted with panning shots of
their husbands rubbing their crotches, obviously turned on by Ginny's
performance. "Stop the tape. Please stop the tape. I can't take any more of
this." Ginny pleaded.
"Look Ginny, you're done. Now it's Sally. God Sally, how could you get
yourself to do this in front of your own brother-in-law?" Betty asked.
"Marnie? How could I? How could any of us?" Sally asked, deciding to
distract herself from watching her sexy bump and grind in a silk pajama top
ending six inches below her crotch.
Marnie thought a minute, "Dr. Powers did this. Probably with Larcher's
guidance, from the looks of it. I can't tell them. They'll disown me as a
friend. Roger and I will be sued. Our world will be ruined."
"How should I know, I wasn't even in the room. I was preparing something
special for Roger in our bedroom. When I rejoined the party, non of you were
even there." She said, to buy time. "Look, Ron is helping you take your
things off. You all seem to have been willing to participate."
"I can't believe this. I don't remember any of this, but here it is all on
tape." Sally said bewildered. "Don't you think we've seen enough?" She said,
when she started to masturbate herself with her legs up and wide in front of
Roger, while on the floor in front of him.
"I think we should see the whole thing. Don't you all? There would be too
much mystery if we didn't." Betty said. "Look it's Mary. Maybe we should
fast forward through this part until she can be here to see it."
"Let it roll. She can see it later. She had the same chance, we all did, to
be here. You guys called her, right?" Dee Dee said.
"Yeah, I called her. She couldn't juggle things on such short notice." Marnie
explained.
"Gawd, what were they thinking having Bob come as Tarzan? I kind of wished he
came covered up like Friar Tuck with Mary as Maid Marion." Betty remarked.
"Oh-my-god, Mary is going to need a Dr. when she sees herself imitating a
chimpanzee without her costume on. Geez, that comes across pretty darn lewd,
hoping around like that. She'll blow a gasket if she sees this. Maybe we
should just keep this quiet and spare her." Betty narrated. "There she goes
again. Well at least everyone was able to get their horniness taken care that
night so far." Betty said to add some humor.
Those that had them, tossed throw pillows at her.
"Oh no, I don't think I can take this. I thought I could, but I can't." Dee
Dee said, watching herself step up and hula dance without music.
"No wait Dee Dee, you're doing a great job. You can really do the dance. Come
on, let us watch." Betty pleaded.
Dee Dee's silence and her own attention to the screen was signal enough to let
it continue. She took in a gasping breath and held her hand over her mouth
when her husband, Will, came up behind her and pulled her panties down from
under the grass skirt. Dee Dee turned her teary eyes into the back of the
couch, covering them with her hands when her coconut shell and leather thong
bra started coming down.
"Oh geez, you too." Betty said unconsciously out loud, when Dee Dee danced the
hula with out a stitch on except the flowers on her head, wrist, and ankle.
"You all are right. It's just going to be more of the same. Why don't we turn
the damn thing off and do something else." Betty said.
"Yeah right. It would only be you, and maybe Marnie, left, if it continues
like it has. I think we are entitled to see the rest. Don't you girls?" Sally
insisted, and got responses in the affirmative all around.
The others watched pleased with themselves at having Betty experience the same
torture they had just gone through. They all watched in silence as Betty the
"prostitute" seductively danced and slinked her way down to nothing but her
silky scarf. They all got a little hot, as she did, watching her rub the scarf
across her pussy in a squatted position giving herself the first of several
shuddering orgasms. Even they found it sexy, the way the orgasms seemed to
take her by surprise.
"That's it. I'm too wasted to take any more. Anyone want to join me in the
hot tub?" Betty proposed.
"Wait, there has to be more. What about the costume changing? Where did we do
it and all." Barbara said in a panic, as the tape went blank.
"What difference does it make now? You got naked, and later you put a costume
on before you went home." Ginny said.
"Marnie?" Barbara said with an urgent "what do we do about this" tone.
"Seems right to me. You had to put some costume back on. Why not try someone
else's." Marnie responded.
"That still doesn't account for George and the others in different costumes."
Barbara added frustrated.
"Well I'll be in the tub, please come and join me." Betty said.
"I'd like to join you, but I don't have a suit." Dee Dee said.
"No one needs a suit today after watching each of us on that video, except
maybe for Marnie." Sally said with a barb.
All but Marnie were in the tub naked, when Betty came out in a suit. Marnie
sat in a chair to the side to keep them company, but was feeling too guilty
about inviting Dr. Powers to the party to feel like a joiner right then. Betty
got razzed about wearing a suit and took it off to climb in.
"Wow, now I feel a little better." Ginny said.
"Me too." Said Sally. "So Marnie, did you take the video?" She asked.
"No, like I said, I was upstairs. This is just as much a shock to me as it is
to you." Marnie replied.
"Who did then?" Dee Dee said, with the sound of panicked worry in her voice.
"My best guess is the person that tended bar toward the end, his name is
Larcher, Walter Larcher." Marnie said, relieved each time she could speak in
total truthfulness. "That is who I got the tape from."
"What is his relation to you?" Dee Dee followed with.
"He works at Roger's building."
"What was he doing there? Was he invited?" Dee Dee asked.
"He was dropping off a package that I was to give to Roger for his birthday,
and Roger asked him to stay."
"So he really is a security guard then." Dee Dee deducted.
"Does he know anything about hypnosis?" Sally asked, testing out a hypothesis.
"Marnie," Barbara said lyrically, "what was Dr. Powers doing there?" Barbara
asked, like a bloodhound on the trail of a scent.
"Well he was invited to provide the evening's entertainment, but something must
have gone wrong." Marnie said.
"Well aren't we the queen of understatement." Sally said sarcastically.
"You're acting like I planned for this to happen. None of us remember a thing.
None of your husbands remember, do they?" She said watching for a response. "I
thought so, well neither does Roger. So you see, except for our seeing the
tape, it is like it never happened." Marnie pleaded in her defense.
"That's easy for you to say, you didn't debase yourself in front of everyone."
Sally challenged.
"I can see that nothing I say is going to make any difference here. I think it
is time for me to leave." Marnie said, and picked up the food container from
the kitchen she brought, went into the TV room, took the tape, and left.
"Gee Gals, we were a little rough on her. We had a good time. No one that saw
us, remembers seeing us. You know, 'no harm, no foul,' applies, I think."
Barbara said in her defense, convinced that Marnie was as clueless about the
goings on as she was. Otherwise, Marnie wouldn't have done what she did with
her at the club, "Jiggles", the night before.
"Well I remember studying this a little back in college, and since the event
did happened, the memory of it is locked away, not gone. It is like amnesia.
Mary hasn't seen the tape, and she could be put back under hypnosis and with
the right approach, she could recall it all." Sally instructed.
"Could she be made to recall the costume changing part?" Barbara asked
hopefully.
"Any of us could. We could even check to see how much Marnie knew about the
evening and when." Sally added.
"I really don't think she knew about it. I'm convinced she didn't." Barbara
said in Marnie's behalf.
"I'm just saying we could see." Sally closed with.
"I'd love to get to the bottom of this if it is possible." Barbara threw out.
"We could invite Marnie and Mary over to one of our houses, and Sally you could
try hypnosis on them." Dee Dee posed as a possibility.
"Dee Babe, I think you got it all wrong, I don't know how to do hypnosis, I
just know some rudiments about it. It is a sophisticated practice that should
be done by a professional. But, I might know such a person. Do any of you
have the place for us to do it?" Sally asked.
"How are any of us going to get our husbands out on a week night to have a
hypnosis fest?" Ginny asked.
"Roger goes on one of his business sales trips this Wednesday, I'm pretty
sure." Barbara said, feeling like Judas giving up Jesus. "We could go over en
mass to Marnie's Wednesday night, and apologize to her for the way we treated
her today." Barbara offered, attempting to assuage her guilt. "We could also
see if Mary would be willing to have us do an experiment on her, like seeing if
she can be brought to remember what is on the tape before she sees it."
"That sounds like it would work all the way around, don't you think ladies?"
Betty seconded.
Then they agreed and planned the soiree.
When Marnie got home she felt a little ill. Brenda was on her way into the
kitchen to build some snacks during commercials on television. "Hi Mom, what's
up?"
"Brenda Honey, you may be my only friend in the world after today. Come here."
Marnie said, giving her daughter a teary hug.
"Gosh Mom, what brought this on?"
"Brenda, sometimes you do what seems to be the right things for the right
reasons and it turns out all wrong. Well, if the people that love you, don't
give you credit for the right intentions, it puts a wedge right into the middle
of the relationship." Marnie said.
"I know what you mean. But, what did you do?" Brenda asked.
"Well, I tried to make it a perfect birthday party for your dad, but somehow,
the guests are disappointed in my design for it."
"Like the costume thing?" Brenda asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, when everybody realized that they were in each other's costume. What a
stroke of mischievous genius."
"You know about that?" Marnie asked surprised.
"Sure, Walter told me that he had everyone change partners and costumes for a
surprise at the end of the evening. That's probably why Sue said her mother
was acting so bummed, hunh." Brenda recalled.
"Did he say how he got the guests to do it?"
"He said he came across a hypnotist you invited for the party as a surprise for
dad. Great idea. Wish I could have seen it instead of carousing with Jeff."
"This carousing with Jeff, you know I've warned you to be careful of that young
man."
"Sure Mom."
"Brenda Honey, can you sit a minute?" She said as she sat at the breakfast
table. "I want ours to be a special relationship between mother and daughter."
"Yes Mom, we've had this talk before."
"No, I really mean it. I want you to be able to tell me everything, no matter
how right or wrong it is what you may have done, no matter how proud or
disappointed you think I might be to hear it, I want you to know that you can
tell me Anything."
"Mom, I know I can, and you know I do."
"Well then, what is it that you do with Jeff these days?"
"Frankness needs to be a two-way street, Mom. Why don't you just ask if I'm
having sex with him, that's what you want to know isn't it?" Brenda said
boldly.
"Okay, are you having sex with Jeff?"
"Well, mostly he is." Brenda said, then had a little fun noticing her mother's
alarm mixed with confusion. "Don't worry, I haven't had 'intercourse' with
him, and I don't plan to."
"Well then, how are you defining 'sex' when you say 'he is' for the sake of
clarity."
"If you must know, I try to make him need to have sex, then deny him until he
is willing to do something ridiculous to have it. Then I usually leave him to
take care of it himself in either some embarrassing way or have mercy on him
and let him do it in private."
"Honey," Marnie caught herself from reacting in a knee jerk fashion, "that's
like playing with fire. When you toy with someone bigger and stronger than
you, intentionally turn them on sexually, then deny them, especially if you do
so in a humiliating way, you are heading down the road to getting raped or
worse." Marnie's face went into deep concern for her daughter at the sound of
the word "raped."
"Mom, I can control him. Now some of his friends, I'm not so sure about, but I
steer clear of them when at all possible. I'll have my license in a month. I'm
a big girl now. You'll just have to trust me."
"Brenda Sweetie, I trust you, it's Jeff and his friends I don't trust." Marnie
warned. "Well like Saturday, for instance, what did you do when you were with
Jeff and Susan?"
"So you want the blow by blow?"
"I hope that wasn't a poor choice of words there." Marnie worried to herself.
"I want us to be friends, and I would like to be as much a part of your life as
I can. If you wouldn't mind, I love to know a typical evening with Jeff." She
said to Brenda.
"Well we're into this dare thing. We get him worked up by flashing, rubbing,
or pretending we are hot. He tries to get us to think about having sex with
him, and we say 'maybe if he does something to entertain and amuse us,' like
run from point 'A' to point 'B' without his pants on, or like last Saturday at
'Inhibition Falls' when we challenged him to an orgasm contest."
"A what?" Marnie asked concerned. "Where is 'Inhibition Falls' anyway?"
"It isn't a 'where is', it is a 'what is,' Mom. It is the large forestry
fountain with the fish jumping up the falls, you know where the fish are
spitting up the water?"
"What on earth do you do there?"
"Well, if you squat down just over the fish, the water comes up in two short
and one long stream. It's kind of the rage right now. The police and the
public haven't caught on. Well, the stupid jerk agreed to an orgasm contest
between he, and Susan and myself. If he could cum before we did, then we would
let him take us. If not, then we'd get the money Walter gave him."
"Isn't that a little dangerous, getting caught, and much worse, if he actually
won?"
"No Mom, how could he win, there is no proof if our orgasm is real or not, but
his is. You should have seen the dufous. I laughed so hard, I peed in the
fountain. The surfaces are rounded, so it is hard to get a solid footing.
Well, when he would squat to aim his penis over the jet, he would often get the
short ones in the balls and could only master working the long one onto the end
of his dick for stimulation."
"I can't believe I am hearing this from my daughter, but I am glad you are
telling me." Marnie said, fighting back a laugh. "The short ones in the
balls. Oh that's priceless."
"You see Mom, I have him under control."
"So is there anyone else around? Not yet. The kids are allowed to wade in it
during the day, if they are accompanied by an adult, but at night, only the
few, like us, who know about it, happen by."
"Next time I drive by that fountain, I'm going to have a new appreciation for
it." Marnie said getting a chuckle. "Thanks Dear, for being open with me. I
really love you, and just want you to be safe happy, and successful over the
years at whatever you choose." Marnie said lovingly, and got up to give her a
hug."
"I love you too Mom, and that is 'Model,' a successful 'Model' over the years."
Brenda reminded her.
"Yes Dear, a Model."
That night she gave Roger a great deal of attention. They saw a movie of his
choice. Marnie wanted him to drive by the Forestry Fountain on their way
home, ostensibly to see if they had added anything to it. She asked if they
could stop and experience it. As they approached, Marnie grabbed his arm and
stopped him, before he was to walk in on a group of college aged kids in and
around it.
"What are they doing?" Roger whispered.
"It looks fraternity and sorority to me. Let's watch a bit." Marnie whispered
back.
"School hasn't started yet." Roger pointed out.
"Well let's watch and see."
There were eight fish and eight young women squatting to the hushed cheers of
some guys and a couple more girls on the side. When one girl lost her balance,
she looked disappointed and was waved out. Then another raised her hand. From
the looks of it, it was after surviving an orgasm. Then another raised her
hand but lost her balance, had to jump into the water and was waved out. This
went on, with the waved hands and the elimination until their were cheers for
the last woman still riding the stream. Then she raised her hand one final
time and came out on her own. They huddled around her with congratulations and
went off, presumably to get something more to drink.
Marnie and Roger came out from their cover, when they were gone, and walked up
to the edge of the fountain. "Gosh," Marnie exclaimed, "a big strong man
like you wouldn't make me prove my love to him by forcing me to do the same
thing, now would he?" she said coyly.
"He certainly would." Roger said picking up the beat, surprised at the
particular dance his bride had chosen. "Now get those panties off and don't
come back out until you've had four orgasms, one from each corner of your
heart." He ordered.
"Oooo, that's a tall order from a tall handsome man like you, but I'll do my
best." Marnie said in a kittenish voice, pulled down her panties, looking him
straight in the eyes, and handed them to him between her thumb and index
finger, arm outstretched. Then she tucked the hem of her dress up under
itself. "Do you mean I have to do it now, right now?"
"Get in their now before I plant you on a fish myself, woman." Roger said as
forcefully as he could muster.
Marnie tried a couple of mounts and decided on one that gave her the best
footing. Then she moved into place. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ooooooah" There was a
pause, "Ohyeah, ohyeah, ooooobaby." And so it repeated.
"Honey, I think you need to keep it down." Roger said softly, stepping out of
character for the moment.
"I'm down as far as I eeyee, oyeeeya, ooooooohga, need to be."
"No the noise."
"Okaaaaay, ooohno, argheeeeeya." Marnie exclaimed, and raised her hand and
whispered "One."
"Great honey, but can you do it more quietly. This is a public place and there
should be laws against this." Roger said, now staying out of character, and
checking in all directions for any passersby.
Marnie hummed her responses, and knocked off her second, raising her hand to
signal her man. Then she turned ninety degrees to get a little different feel
from the stream. "Unh, unh, ohmygoooooood." She finally exclaimed out loud.
"Honey come out quickly, I think I hear someone coming." Roger said,
frantically waving his hand towards himself to signal her to hurry.
"I eee, Iee am, cumminggggggggg." Marnie exclaimed as she reluctantly
dismounted the stream.
She was undoing the hem of her dress when she heard, "What seems to be the
problem here?" An officer of the law inquired.
"Ah, Ah . . ." Roger was trying to say.
"Oh hi officer. Honey I found it see?" She said holding up her wedding band
for all to see.
"That's fine folks. Well it's getting late and we have been having problems
with gang activity downtown here so I'd be moving along. Evening." He said
tipping his hat.
Goodnight officer, thanks." Roger was finally able to say.
When the officer walked lazily out of sight, Marnie reached up, wantonly
grabbed the back of Roger's head, and gave him a passionate kiss he would not
soon forget on his trip the next day.
"I think I'm gonna like our mid-life just fine." He said, as they ran back to
the car hand in hand.
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