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NWMD14.TXT -- 14/21(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 14
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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"Brenda Honey, would you come and help me with this, please?"
"Sure Mom, what’s up?"
"Do you think I should go in pigtails or with a ponytail?"
"Gee Mom, either way is okay. Boy you sure look great in that old cheerleading
outfit of yours. It is amazing you can still fit into it."
"Thanks Sweetie. It has taken a lot of hard work and vigilance to stay the
same size as I was in college." Marnie said appreciatively to her daughter,
Brenda.
"Do you know what anyone else is wearing tonight?" Brenda asked.
"No Dear. I’m afraid we are all going to be surprised by how brave or chicken
our friends are." Marnie replied. "I sure hope the Brannons get here with the
pictures in time, they promised I’d have them today."
Then Marnie’s husband, Roger came into the room from his shower with a towel
around his waist and another drying his hair. "What are you planning to wear
to your party, Dad?" Brenda asked.
"I’m going as the basketball star that sweeps your mom off her feet. How about
you Punkin?" He asked back.
"I’m going as the farmer’s daughter, Pappy?" She said humorously, as she
stroked him under his chin with her index finger. "I’m going to go get ready.
See ya." She said, nearly skipping out of the room.
"Honey, pigtails or ponytail?" Marnie asked the Birthday Boy.
"Love ya either way my Sweets." Roger said, right before giving her a kiss on
the lips.
"You’re no help." She muttered. "I’m going to check on things downstairs."
She said, as she put her hair in a ponytail, by default, while leaving the
room.
As Marnie hit the bottom step, the back doorbell rang. When she got there it
was the caterers from Vivian’s Delectable Dishes. She held the door for three
sturdy young men, with the looks of models, but the innocence and demeanor of
country boys. They were followed by the somewhat older Vivian, who watched
over them like a hawk as they hefted in the eats. When everything was
unloaded, she went over some instructions with them, and told Marnie she had to
leave to set up two more parties, but that she was leaving her with her three
most experienced guys.
Marnie only half listened to it all, since she was so distracted by the three
young studs in her kitchen. The tight European cut clothes, broad shoulders,
thin waists and strong butts were making her slightly lightheaded. "Wow,
Vivian’s staff is one good looking guy after another. She must be one horny
broad, who hires based on looks. How am I going to keep my hands off of them
and my mind on Roger tonight?" She mused in thought.
Her reverie was broken by Brenda who walked in wearing a red and white gingham
sleeveless shirt, shortened by folding the back tail back up under the shirt,
and held together in front solely by a slipknot tying of the front tails. With
no bra on, her ample young breasts were supported only by the tied shirttails.
She walked around flirtatiously, admiring the finger food that was coming on
display, until she came around a counter, and Marnie saw that she was wearing
modified shorts, which were cut in length up to the crotch and up the sides to
show the side of her legs and part of her ass cheeks.
"Brenda, I don’t think you can wear this tonight. What would your father
think?" Marnie said concerned.
"Gee Mom." She said quietly, grabbing her arm to have their conversation out
of the ears of the sexy men. "This covers way more than my swimsuit."
"Barely, Honey. I think you should hide from your father awhile."
"Sure Mom." She said and continued to walk around in a seductive teenage way.
Marnie thought about how much she had learned about herself from her daughter
lately. She admired how comfortable Brenda was with herself at this age,
advertising her wares. Marnie had only recently given it any serious thought of
it for herself.
The doorbell rang, in front this time. "Brenda can you go answer that?" Marnie
asked. "I’ve got to have a few more minutes with my guys." She thought to
herself.
"It’s some guy I’ve never seen before, asking for you." Brenda announced.
"Okay, thanks. You can help out in here. I’ll go see who it is." Marnie said.
"Dr. Powers, so good to see you. Thank you for coming. You are here early."
Marnie remarked.
"Yes. You have a nice house here. I came early so I could have some
individual time with each of your guests first, that is if you still want me to
put on a show for your husband using hypnosis. Will it be okay if I hang out?"
He asked.
"Oh sure, make yourself at home. Roger will be coming down shortly. He will be
wearing a yellow basketball uniform, and we will be bringing out hors d’oeuvres
shortly." Marnie replied.
As Marnie started to head back to the kitchen, the doorbell rang again. When
she answered it, it was Barb, George, and their daughter, Susan. George was
dressed as a sheik, Barb was dressed in a revealing harem girl outfit, and
Susan was in a sleeveless white shirt and cutoff shorts. Brenda looked out
from the kitchen to see who had arrived. When she saw it was Susan, she came
bounding out, grabbed her hand, and ran her upstairs. Marnie asked George if
he would see if Dr. Powers wanted something to drink, and then took Barb aside
to take in the full effect of her sexy costume.
"Gosh Barb, you look great. I didn’t think you had it in you to come to a
party looking this sexy."
"Oh Marnie, ever since you dragged me to that SEXY Productions thing, my life
has completely turned around. Things have never been better with George, I
feel better about myself, and I owe it all to you." She said, as she gave
Marnie a ‘thank you’ hug.
"We’ve got to live while we still can, Girl." Marnie said, as she pulled away
from the sexy feel of Barb in this costume. "I’m going back into the kitchen
for a few more details. Why don’t you go in and say ‘Hi’ to Dr. Powers."
Upstairs, Brenda was fussing over the conservative way Susan had interpreted
their pact to dress as farmers’ daughters. "We’ve got to do something about
those shorts. Get them off and let me fix them." Brenda trimmed them like her
own. Now that bra has got to go, you don’t button the front at all, and we
have to show more midriff. There are gorgeous hunks working in the kitchen, and
we have a lot of teasing to do. It’s our job."
"Look, I can’t go without a bra. Look, you can kind of see through the
material."
"I’ll tell you what I’ll do. You go braless, and I’ll trade you tops." They
traded. "Now you tie the front like this. You see, one pull, and their free.
Knowing this will make you even sexier as you parade your stuff around
tonight." They did one last check in the mirror and headed down to the
kitchen.
"Brenda, I don’t know. I’m not as brave about this as you are." Susan worried.
"Just follow my lead, Sue, you’ll be great." Brenda said reassuringly.
When they got to the kitchen Marnie was gone. In the interim, the back
doorbell had rung, and it was Larcher, her tormentor and blackmailer. When she
saw him at the door she immediately led him to the basement. "What the hell
are you doing here?" She charged.
"Nice to see you too, Missy." He retorted. "Kenneth gave me the pictures you
wanted for your husband’s 40th birthday party. He couldn’t make it, so he made
me promise I’d get them to you tonight. Trouble is, I’ve got these two
packages, this green one and this blue one. One has the pictures from Brannon
and the other has copies from my collection, and you know, I’ve been so backed
up lately, I can’t seem to remember which one to give to your hubby."
"Don’t play games with me, Larcher. I need those pictures and I need you to
get out of here right now."
"First let me see my favorite bald pussy. Bend over and take off those
panties. Okay, hand them here. You won’t be needing them tonight." He said
as he started to stroke her nether slit. Marnie supported herself with her
hands on her knees waiting, but not wanting, for him to stop. When he started
to put a finger in her asshole, he asked, "Here tonight, or in front? Your
choice."
Marnie started to feel ill. She turned around and put her mouth on his musky
uncut penis and started to suck. She crouched down, feeling the coolness of
the floor below her, absorbing the radiant heat from her openly stretched pussy
inches above it. She wanted to get him through with it as soon as possible, so
she reached up with her hands and massaged his balls. Larcher started to moan,
as he became wobbly. She wanted to tell him to be quiet, but he had his hands
on her head to keep her there, and for his support. When he came, he jerked
forward spilling Marnie to the cold cement floor on her bare bottom, with her
hands going back for support. He put his hand on his cock and continued to
stroke. Marnie scooted her bare bottom along the cement floor to evade
Larcher’s after shots, which hit the cement between her legs.
Then she heard Roger’s voice calling her name. "You’ve got to get out of here
fast." She said to Larcher. "Coming Dear." She yelled upstairs. "Please
leave the pictures and go."
"Oh here you are." Roger said, nearly running into her at the door to the
basement. "What is going on with these costumes?"
"What do you mean?" Marnie said, backing the two of them back into the
kitchen.
"I mean, I’ve never seen our friends and neighbors so daring. Even my brother
Ron and Sally are way out of character. They are sharing one pair of pajamas.
She has the top and he has the bottom. Then there is Bob as Tarzan, come on,
maybe fifty pounds less but . . . Well, Mary makes a foxy Jane. Come out and
see." Roger said excited. "Look there Barb might as well be wearing a thong
bikini. You can see everything else. Betty looks like a prostitute and Paul’s
garage sale leisure suit makes him look like her pimp."
"Gosh you’re right Honey." Marnie said with a giggle. "Look at Ginny with the
beige full body suit and wings. She has to be Tinkerbell, because Dan looks
like Peter Pan." She said to Roger as they stood looking at the guests from
the dining room. "Oh there’s the door, would you be a dear and see who it is?"
Marnie asked, starting to get preoccupied with the fact that she was bare-assed
in front of their closest friends under a very short, flared skirt. Before she
could retreat, in walked Roger with Will and Dee Dee dressed as a Hawaiian
tourist and a hula dancer. Dee Dee was part Hawaiian, so her costume looked
good on her darker skin. It consisted of a bra made out of coconut shells held
in place by leather thongs, a genuine grass skirt. She was barefoot with
flowers in her hair, on a wrist, and on one ankle. Roger led them over to the
bar where George was still serving and excused himself to talk to Marnie again.
"Honey, what exactly did you put in the invitations about this costume party
anyway?"
"Nothing really. It just said, ‘Come as sexy as you dare to show Roger and
everyone else that life begins at Forty’. I had no idea that they would get
into it to this extent. You and I look conservative, don’t we." Marnie said
in response. "If only he knew that I am bottomless under this. I’m going to
have to be really careful." She cautioned herself.
Then out walked Brenda and Susan with trays of finger food from the kitchen.
Roger looked the two of them over. "Hey where do you think you’re going
dressed like that, Young Lady?"
"Who me? Dad, have you looked at your friends here tonight? Susan and I are
tame compared to them. Give us a break. Here, have some?" Brenda said,
stuffing her tray at him.
"But . . . Brenda . . ." He said as she walked away into the living room to
serve the guests.
After making the rounds of greeting each of their guests, Marnie ran into Dr.
Powers. What do you think? Can you put on an entertaining show with any of
these guests as subjects?" Marnie asked.
"So far I think everyone I’ve interacted with might make a good subject."
"Well keep at it, you could get some business from some of them, I’m sure. I
hope you are also having a good time." She said, hopefully. "Oh here is the
Birthday Boy, Roger. Honey this is Dr. Powers. He will be giving you a
surprise later."
"Yes we’ve met. Welcome to the party. Can I freshen that up for you?" Roger
said, as the two of them walked off to the bar.
"Hey Mom, I think you are going to have to help us, we can’t keep up with the
demand." Brenda said in passing.
Marnie picked up a tray with rabbit food and dip, and started into the room.
She found it a chance to be sociable without being stuck in one conversation
too long. For those standing, it was no problem, but for those seated on the
two couches facing each other, it was a different matter. She realized she had
made a mistake, because she had to bend and hold the position while the guests
chose the vegetables of their choice and dip them. Bending totally at the
waist gave the guests seated on the other couch quite a view. Bending her
knees and crouching looked unnatural. It was worse for the couple seated in
front of the fireplace on the floor. They could get a view while she was
standing or when she crouched down to serve them.
When she was through with hors d’oeuvres, she switched to running drinks out to
avoid the problem. At eight, she had planned to have Roger blow out his
candles and make the first cut of his cake so the caterers could start planning
to wind down their involvement. It was a jovial few minutes, because Roger and
the guests were starting to get a little buzzed. Marnie carried the cake back
into the kitchen for the caterers to cut and serve on plates. Roger followed
to wash his hands of some icing. There at the back door knocking was Larcher.
Roger went back to investigate.
"Well, Walter from the office. Come on in. What brings you here?"
"Hi Birthday Boy from the office." Larcher said, bringing a polite chuckle
from the two of them. "I’m here to drop off something for your wife. A
surprise for you, I suspect."
As Roger walked Larcher into the kitchen, Larcher smiled as Marnie glared at
him, sending daggers from her eyes as they passed her.
"Honey, Walter, . . . It’s Walter right? Walter here has something for you."
"Okay." She said suspiciously.
"Hey Walter why don’t you stay and party a little." Roger invited, ignoring
Marnie frantically shaking her head, mouthing "No!", and waving her hands from
side to side to get his attention.
"Well Sir, it looks like a costume party, and I really didn’t come prepared."
"Nonsense. You are in your security uniform. With how diverse the costumes
are here tonight, no one would be the wiser."
"Well, I’ve got to figure what to do with my son Jeff in the car, and I’d only
consider it if I can help out in some way." Larcher replied.
"Why don’t you help me at the bar." Roger proposed.
"Why don’t I take over the bar duties for you, so you can party." Larcher said.
"Perfect."
Marnie slumped her shoulders and looked totally defeated. Larcher turned and
smiled at her as he went out to his car. In he came with a bag and his son
Jeff. He took out fifty bucks and handed it to him telling him to take out the
two girls for some fun, but to be back by eleven. Jeff went over to Brenda to
invite them. Brenda and Susan were holding trays while the caterers were
putting plates of cake, saucers of ice cream, and silverware on them. Brenda
contorted her body so she could lean in and whisper to Susan, to tell her that
it would be okay, that Jeff was empty upstairs, and they would have fun toying
with him for a couple of hours.
Jeff eagerly walked out with them into the dining room. They turned to tell
him to wait for them there. He said, "What happens if I pull these?" while
holding a hand on each of the pull ties.
"Don’t you dare, Jeff Larcher." Brenda threatened.
"You’d better hang on to those trays so you don’t ruin your mother’s oriental
carpet here." He said, then with simultaneous pulls, he pulled the knots
undone.
The two girls let out a shocked "Oh!" in unison and surprise.
He paused and laughed at his handiwork. The shirts were loose and unbuttoned,
their breasts were not much exposed. Then he turned them toward the living
room and goosed and pinched them as they danced and hopped away from him into
the crowd, bobbling their breasts under their shirts and moving their
shirttails aside. Before they could retreat, the guests that were near,
started to reach for the cake and ice cream. They had to stand there with
their breasts halfway exposed while the guests emptied heir trays.
Brenda caught her dad’s eye who was trying to focus on the girls from across
the room. "Quick Sue, we’ve got to get out of here fast." They turned, walked
quickly into the dining room, leaned the trays upside the table, and retied
their tops as they entered the kitchen. "Jeff you are really going to get it
this time." Brenda said, angry and annoyed, trying her best not to laugh.
Marnie went looking for Larcher who was getting an orientation from Roger at
the bar. "You know, Sir, before I get started here, I’m going to have to use
the rest room. Do you mind?"
"No, of course not. Marnie here, can show you where it is." Roger
volunteered.
Marnie took Larcher to the downstairs guest bathroom. It was occupied and
Tinkerbell was on deck. Marnie reluctantly took Larcher upstairs at his
request. Instead of following her to the bathroom she wanted to lead him to,
he detoured into what he thought was the master bedroom. When Marnie turned
back to find him, she found him looking around her private space that she
shared with Roger every night.
"Please go. This is an important, once in a lifetime, evening for my husband.
I’ve planned it for weeks. I’ve even hired a hypnotist to provide
entertainment. You’re not going to fit in. If you ruin his Birthday, I’ll
live to see you suffer some how. Please go away now." Marnie implored him.
"This is your bedroom? This is your bed?"
"Please go! I got you off already. Why are you doing this?"
"You don’t know which package to give him yet. And, since you are being so
ungrateful, I want you to take your bra off. But, because I am such a nice
guy, I’m going to let you do it in the bathroom."
While she was in the bathroom crying, pondering her fate, and removing her bra,
Larcher placed a radio controlled camera on her armoire facing their bed. Then
he pulled out some ropes from his bag. Marnie came back into the room,
cradling her breasts in her arms, feeling naked, even with the sleeveless
jersey on.
"Get over here. I have a birthday present of my own for your husband." He
said forcefully. "Stand up beside the bed here and spread’em."
"What are you going to do?"
"I’m getting you ready for my little Birthday present for good O’l Roger. Now
bend over."
Larcher tied her hands together, ran the two ends under the bed, around the
foot and the head of the bed on the side she was standing against, then tied
the ends to her ankles. This position held her bent forward over the side of
the bed, with her knees locked against the side and her legs spread wide. If
she pulled on her hands, it spread her legs. If she pulled her legs together,
it pulled her over tighter across the bed.
Larcher pulled her skirt up and commented on the flower petals of her vulva.
Then he looked around and found some Vaseline, took a dollop, and placed it in
and around her anus.
"Hey you gave me a choice." Marnie protested.
"It’s not for me, Missy." Larcher retorted, then he put a gag in her mouth.
He started fingering her open pussy. Marnie tried to rise up in protest, but
the position of her outstretched arms only allowed her to raise her head up and
down, not turn it to the sides or shake it "No".
"Hey I told you, ‘I always look out for you.’ You’ll thank me for helping you
get ready." He said, as he slid out his nightstick and started to slowly use
it to bring her close to climaxing. Then he pulled it out, wiped it on her
skirt, and put it away.
Marnie tried again to turn and see him, but she couldn’t quite get her head
around, besides he was now placing a sleeping mask over her eyes. He patted her
gaping pussy a couple of times more and left her open and vulnerable to anyone
who would happen by.
Larcher returned to the bar. He set up a Watchman television under the counter
and tested the signal from the bedroom. "I hope none of the neighbors happen
to be switching through channel seven tonight." He thought humorously to
himself. He looked around and figured out who the hypnotist was because he
had no theme in his dress. Dr. Powers noticed him looking at him and walked
over to talk to Larcher. When he got there, Larcher asked if he would watch the
bar for him for a few minutes, because he wanted to get something to eat before
the caterers were gone.
When Larcher got to the kitchen, he found the three men all but done, just
waiting patiently for their ride. "You know, the hostess has instructed me to
tell you that she has a tip prepared for you upstairs in the master bedroom.
There is one condition though. You can dally in any hole you want, but you
must shoot in the rear most hole, if you get my meaning. The regular hole is
for the Birthday Boy."
Their eyes were wide. They couldn’t believe what they were hearing.
"Oh, and be quick about it. Birthday Boy will be up shortly to have his
present. He wouldn’t like it if he knew how much she was willing to spend on
your tips." Larcher added.
The three stole away upstairs swiftly but quietly. "This way." One pointed
out, when he discovered Marnie’s exposed inverted "V" from her splayed position
staring at him from the bed. The three squeezed in at the door to see. They
were stunned. They couldn’t believe their luck. They approached cautiously,
as if she could snare them. Then they gently stroked her legs and rear.
"Nice legs." One remarked. "Nice butt!" "Look, I’ve never seen a completely
shaved one." The others added.
"This is great Miss. Thank you." One guy said as he stood between her legs,
looking at her love zone, rubbing his cock through his pants.
Marnie tried to move her head. All she could manage was an up and down. With
her eyes covered from their view, they took it as "You’re welcome."
One guy crawled on the bed next to her. "Look at this nice trim stomach.
What’s this no bra? I could swear . . ." He recalled "Can we look at your
breasts too?"
Marnie tried to move again, but it could be interpreted as an enthusiastic
"Yes" if you wanted it to be so.
"Look guys, these are nice, so full and big. Lady you are blessed with a nice
body." The guy to her side said.
The third guy was now on the other side. "No, your husband, Birthday Boy, is
blessed." He said. "Hey guys, she has tie down rings on her tits."
The two guys at her sides started to play with her tits, in particular, her
nipples and her new rings, flipping them around, while the first guy pulled
down his pants and started to rub his shaft along her mons Veneris and lower
belly. Then he slid it in her pussy for some moaning and groaning.
Marnie thought to herself, "I wanted to take these guys on, but not like this.
Well okay boys, just don’t leave me hanging for god’s sakes."
Just as she decided to get into it, he pulled out and worked it painfully into
her rear. Within a few short strokes, he was shooting his warm deposit into
her rectum. When he was through, he went to recover, taking the place of the
guy on her right on the bed.
The second guy stood and admired the well toned legs and rear Marnie presented.
"Boy this is a real nice butt. I bet it likes to be spanked."
Marnie’s head reared up again. "Boy she is into everything." Then he started
to mildly spank on a cheek a few times, then on the other. He was pausing
occasionally to watch the color change and the flesh wobble. He was working
his way down her legs when the third guy piped up, "Com’on Man, we’ve got to
get out of here before Birthday Boy shows up for his present."
The second guy took out his cock, at this insistence, and started to saw the
underside up along the crack of Marnie’s ass cheeks to harden it before
plunging in for the juice. He worked quickly at the third guy’s prodding, and
pulled out just as Marnie was ready to cave into an orgasm. Then Marnie heard
footsteps, but no one was talking.
The owner, Vivian, was in the room casing out the situation. Marnie heard
whispering, then a different kind of touch on her left breast and rosy rear.
The second guy went back to sawing his cock in her crack and then poked it in
her rear for his finale.
Next there was waiting, while she heard rustling. She imagined that they were
robbing her, until she felt a female hand tying shoestrings to her nipple
rings. Then all at once there was someone lying next to her on her right,
lying on their back. Someone was between the legs of this person and another
was on the other side of the bed by outstretched arms. The third guy was at
her vortex rubbing his cock up and down the inside of her inner legs at her
pussy. Then the shoestrings went taut, and the third guy found a home for his
cock in her snatch. He started riding her, holding on to the shoestrings as
reigns, like he was guiding a buckboard during an Oklahoma land rush.
Marnie realized it was the woman next to her, when her right hand went to cup
Marnie’s right breast. One man was between her legs making her moan and the
other was massaging her tits making her groan.
The third guy inside Marnie was a good fuck, but the pain from the laces was
enough to cut her efforts at cumming off at the pass. Unless he were to stop
pulling on the laces right then, he would surely leave her hanging. He pulled
out, like the others and deposited his frustration in her rear hole as well,
leaving her itching for relief at both openings.
Vivian came and put her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. They all
quickly got dressed and slipped out of the house unnoticed.
Meanwhile, Larcher had told Dr. Powers that he had instructions from the
Hostess to start without her, as she was tied up for awhile. "She was hoping
that you’d be able to put everyone under. Is that going to be possible?"
"I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to do so, yes." Dr. Powers responded.
"Great. Then for his Birthday, the women are to do a sensual number
individually for Birthday Boy. He can get excited, but she wants him stuck so
he can’t touch any of them. To keep the husbands from interfering, maybe you
could figure out something for them. The point is, she wants him really primed
for what she has in store for him later." Larcher instructed.
"We can work something out I’m sure." Dr. Powers responded confidently.
Dr. Powers put Roger under first. He entertained and distracted Roger’s guests
by putting Roger through some typical parlor tricks to amuse and amaze them.
While he had their rapt attention, he put them under as well. When everyone
was sufficiently under for him to direct their behavior, he instructed the
women to believe they were in a contest, that their husbands were their
personal coaches, and that they wanted them to win very much. They were
instructed to dance as seductively as possible in front of the Birthday Boy.
They could do anything they wanted, but were not allowed to touch him. Anyone
who made Roger cum, would be a winner. Then Roger was made to think he was
super glued to his chair.
Barbara was brought up first and she began a seductive imitation of a belly
dance. George started cheering her on. "Com’on Honey, you can do it." He got
up and pulled down Roger’s uniform shorts to his ankles. Then sat down to
cheer his wife on some more. Then he got up again and pulled Roger’s briefs
down as well. Barbara tried every move she could think of, including the slow
removal of clothing at her husband’s insistence, until she was dancing,
crawling, and undulating on the floor in front of Roger, masturbating and
cumming, trying to get Roger to erupt. It was only with Dr. Powers’ assurance,
that she would get another chance, that Barbara agreed to give up the floor for
someone else to try.
Larcher stopped watching Marnie and the caterers, and was now video taping the
evening’s entertainment, but was careful not to tape when Dr. Powers was giving
instructions.
One by one, the wives tried their best to get Roger to cum. One by one, the
husbands competitively cheered, barked instructions, and implored their wives
to seduce Roger into climaxing without touching him. Each tried at first to
act in character with their costume. It gave them a context to work from.
Tinkerbell tried to will Roger to cum by sprinkling glitter on his erection and
crotch. Husband Dan couldn’t help himself, and started to rub his crotch
through his costume. Dr. Powers went with that and allowed each of the men to
do what comes naturally, as long as, they didn’t cum until they were with their
wives again at home.
Roger looked to be in shock, when his sister-in-law, Sally, danced out of her
pajama top, bra and then panties. Mary even hopped around like Cheetah,
squatting her cunt open and flopping her breasts around Roger, as she hooped
and squealed in his ears. Dee Dee danced the hula like she knew what she was
doing. Husband Will came up behind her and pulled her panties down from under
her grass skirt and she resumed after stepping out of them. The top of her
coconut bra seemed to come undone on its own, and she helped it off the rest of
the way by untying it in the back, letting her perky softball sized tits swim
free. Betty danced down to just her silk scarf, which she partially squatted
over, while sawing it across her clitoris. She came a couple of times in what
appeared to be surprise orgasms, as she closed then opened her eyes, emitting
soft feminine "Oooo’s" as she came in shudders.
Each continued on her own rendition of what she thought would be sexy, with
suggestions from her coach husband. Each came several times, and all looked
exhausted at the point that Dr. Powers asked them to wait for another turn. The
men were going nuts, being allowed to be turned on, but mentally prevented from
cumming. Never was there a room filled with hornier people at one time.
Dr. Powers took them all down deeper and had them rest a minute while he
conferred with Larcher. They decided to have the men line up side by side.
Then he had the wives stand in front of the man, besides her own husband, that
she would most like to go out with, if she were not married. Dr. Powers had to
add the caveat that it could not be Roger either. When three wanted Dan, he
had them pick their second or third choice. Nobody seemed to pick Bob, so he
convinced Barbara, who was slow in deciding, that he was really the man of her
dreams.
Next, he had the women help this man in front of them out of their costume. The
men were then instructed to put on the costume of the husband whose wife stood
before them. Then he had the women put back on the costume of the actual wife
of the man they stood before. Finally, he had these new pairs cuddle with each
other, while awaiting further instructions.
Larcher asked him if he could keep them that way for fifteen minutes. "Okay,
but only if I can get a copy of that tape."
"You got it" Larcher responded and took Dr. Powers’ card.
Then Larcher went upstairs. He stood at the door gazing at Marnie’s bound
form. "I hope you saved some of that for the Birthday Boy." Then he went to
the armoire and retrieved the radio camera, and put it in his bag.
Marnie lowered herself as far as she could go on the bed to hide the nipple
rings from Larcher’s view, sticking her rear out slightly more. Larcher went
around to the front, took off the sleeping mask, and looked her in the eyes.
Marnie looked up at him with a worried "What now" look. Then he took the gag
out and put it in the bag.
"Larcher, I’ve got to cum. Those men were so quick, and then they would put it
in my rear. I bet you told them to do that."
"Now, aren’t you glad I prepared you for them? I always look out for you,
don’t I?"
"God Larcher, I’ve got to cum bad. Untie me. I’ll do it myself."
"That’s Roger’s job. He’ll be right up. Because I like you, I’ll check you
for leaks back there." Larcher went around behind her and dabbed her with a
Kleenex. Then he worked her up again till she was panting and forcing out
occasional "Oooo’s" every few exhales. He patted her pussy a couple of times
and said he would send up Birthday Boy. Then he put the green wrapped package
in her mouth, saying, "Did you guess right?" Then he left.
When he returned to the living room, Dr. Powers was waiting nervously. "We’ve
got to send Birthday Boy up for his special Birthday present, and send this
crowd on its way." Larcher directed.
"I don’t want to be here when they come to." Dr. Powers insisted.
"Well, can you do it so they all come around at the same time and not be here?"
"Oh sure, but I’m going to have to ask you to say "One" when it is time."
Dr. Powers had Roger get dressed and believe that he had thanked everyone and
said good night. He gave him amnesia for why he was so horny. Before sending
him upstairs, Larcher insisted that he be given the suggestion that he could
try coming all he wanted in his wife’s cunt, but would come to realize that he
can only cum in her rear hole. Then he was awakened and bounded up the stairs
to his waiting bride.
Dr. Powers started bringing the group back from trance, (Ten). He had them
remember wishing Roger and Marnie good night, with appropriate "Thank yous"
(Nine). But, they would not remember anything else from being under hypnosis,
(Eight) nor why they were in a different costume, (Seven). They would all feel
a need to go home right away, (Five). They would remember having a wonderful
time, the best they have ever had, (Four). They would open their eyes and be
fully awake when they heard the bartender’s voice say "One", (Three). They
were now ready to open their eyes, (Two). And, he stopped and slipped out the
door. Larcher had been setting up the radio camera on the dining room table
aimed at the living room, with the Watchman in the kitchen.
As he was tuning in the room to its best clarity, in walked Brenda, Susan, and
Jeff. "What’s . . .?" Brenda started to ask.
"Shhh. I’ll be right back." Larcher said, as he went through the dining room
peeking into the living room and said, "One," forcefully, and ran back into the
kitchen. All four heads squeezed in to watch. First Susan, then Brenda noticed
that no one was in their original costume.
Each couple looked at each other and blushed. Then they went pale, when they
realized this new person with them was wearing their spouse’s costume. Then
general panic set in when they each realized they were wearing someone else’s
costume as well. Everyone was so embarrassed that they quickly sorted out who
they were going home with and started heading for the door. Barbara and George
were last to leave, and the quartet could tell they were looking around for
Susan.
"Sue you’d better go. I’ll call you tomorrow." Brenda coached.
Susan met her parents in the dining room, and was heard to say as her voice
faded, "What is going on . . . ?"
"So Walter, did you have a hand in this? Like I need to ask." Brenda asked.
"It was part of your mother’s entertainment planned for the evening. That’s
all." He replied. "Now, why don’t the three of us go for some ice cream while
your mother reenacts those boudoir pictures for your dad upstairs, shall we?"
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