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TALE OF A BORED HOUSEWIFE
CHAPTER I
It was a cool gray, November afternoon. I was walking down the quiet
upper middle class, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria's house.
It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach down to hold my
skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really in jeopardy but the skirt was
considerably shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing.
Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was throwing for
Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she really wanted to impress. Part
of his new responsibilities included entertaining customers. She was going to
hire several college girls to serve food and drinks but she suggested that
maybe I would want to help and in return she would forget the $65.00 I had
borrowed earlier that month. I readily agreed, the party sounded like fun.
Gloria thought about renting maids uniforms for us but decided against it, she
then asked us to all wear matching skirts and blouses. She had called me
earlier in the week and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over to
her place to try the skirt on. I was uncomfortable with how short it was but
she laughed it off, reminding me that I was about 20 years behind the times. I
didn't want to appear too prudish, I didn't know any of these people and
wouldn't be the only one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what
many other women were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to
admit the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked skirt,
white blouse, red scarf, black high heels and suntan panty hose. It may have
looked all right but it wasn't designed to protect me from the November gusts I
shivered and hurried along the sidewalk.
Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going to
snow. We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather for a moment,
until she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to begin preparations for
the evening. Gloria was busy on the phone so I did most of the straightening
up, setting up the buffet, etc. About 5:00, a pretty young girl came to the
door wearing the same outfit I was in. We introduced each other; Paula was to
help me serve. She seemed nice, pert, maybe a little impertinent but friendly
enough and I had to admit in that outfit with her figure, she looked smashing.
She told me she was a 19 year old student at a nearby JC. I said goodbye to
Pete and Chris, Gloria's kids, 16 and 14 respectively. They were going to
their own party that night, so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were
actually the reason for my friendship with Gloria; Chris was my daughter
karen's best friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had always scared
me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but what could I do?
Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the guests
had just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to early forties, they
were quite well dressed. There were about 25 people in all, including Paula
and I. I was introduced to most of the guests and was flattered by the
interest all took in me although a little uncomfortable. The women were less
friendly, maybe even condescending. It seems that Gloria had mentioned
something about me to most of them. I was involved in putting away the guests'
coats and serving drinks. At one point I walked by the kitchen and heard
Gloria on the phone. Something caught my attention and I froze, listening to
the conversation......"36 years old, married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green eyes,
brown hair, has no idea what's going on. This bitch has never even thought
about anyone other than her husband."
At that the party on the other end must have said something, for Gloria
was silent. I was dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me??
About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there. She looked
startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit Joan this is personal
I'd appreciate it if"........I turned and went back into the living room; the
incident seemed strange but I really didn't think it was important, I could
confront her later. I didn't think she really had been talking about me.
I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a fireplace in the
center. They had used furniture to divide it into two "rooms"; a family room
and a more formal living room. I went to the buffet table set up in the
ajoining dining room and started helping Paula serve. Occasionally one of us
would carry around a tray of drinks. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable,
out of place. There was an air of excitement in the room but whenever I got
near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversation it seemed to die;
sudden pauses, pregnant silences etc. This happened several times and I was
wondering what was going on. Paula seemed to fit right in though. When she
brought around a tray I saw her laughing with the main group. One of the men
put his arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just met. Several
of them including Paula looked over in my direction as if appraising me, then
Paula returned and offered to relieve me for a while. This went on until about
9:30.
Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to meet". He
introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Gloria's brother. Both men seemed
seriously interested in my life, my family, job etc. and were really probing me
for details. This seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the alienation
I had been feeling up to this point. I took a glass of wine and began to loosen
up.
About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back into the
living room, saying "it's time folks". Everyone seemed quite excited at this
and I wondered, "what in the world".........I was on my 2nd glass of wine, (I
never drink), and slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took it out of my hands,
took my arm firmly and guided me to the living room. The chairs and couches
had been rearranged in a semi circle in front of the fireplace. In the center
a long low coffee table had been placed. The guests were seated or standing
around the table. Phil guided me to the front, I was confused but held his
arm. Gloria stood in front of the table facing everyone.
"This is something I have been looking forward to for a while. Joan has
been interested in Indian rights for some time. She doesn't know it but
tonight she is going to help collect money for the cause". There was a general
outbreak of laughter at that. I decided that I would prefer to be standing in
the back and started to move but found my arms suddenly grabbed. I froze.
"Bring her up here", Gloria commanded. Paula and Jan (a friend of mine from
Garden Club) each took one arm and pulled me up on the coffee table, I resisted
but not too hard, not knowing what was coming. I was turned so that I faced
the group, my arms still held, and my hair wrapped around Paula's hand, she
forced my head so I had to face the group.
Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be too bad we're
just going to auction off some clothing". The room erupted with laughter. I
was numb, too shocked to scream. Gloria stood next to the table "what do I
hear for her scarf?"; some one offered $1.00, another $2.00, the bidding went
up to $5.00. At that time Gloria accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping
the scarf from around my neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around my face.
The scarf was forced down my throat and with my arms held I couldn't get it
out. People started to sit down, they all appeared to know what was going to
happen. "Next up, her blouse", There was some cursory bidding, Gloria backed
up close to the table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick her. That was a
mistake. Phil and Craig grabbed both legs. They each took hold of an ankle.
In addition they rubbed their hands up and down my thighs and up under my
skirt, much to the amusement of the other guests. I was sobbing in my
humiliation but there was no escape.
After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won the bidding
and took it off himself. They bent me over a little so that his face was level
with mine. He reached out and ripped my blouse down the front, he jerked my
arms out, I tried to cover up but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged. I relaxed
and they straightened me back up. I was held there, up on the table with just
my bra on. I went blank for a moment, the only other man who had ever seen me
like this was Tom......... I never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever
happen. Paula fingered a gold chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant.
Tom had given it to me for our 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for
$5.00. It was ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and
ripping my neck. Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my wedding
band could be examined, "she won't be needing that tonight". It went for a few
dollars. I was still kind of in shock, I was sobbing but was still
unbelieving. These things really don't happen. Again Gloria stepped up. She
reached out and snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I hear for this fine
Maiden Form Brassiere?".... The other guests all laughed at her sarcasm, they
talked among themselves but most of the attention was riveted on me. The
bidding went on. My bra was sold for $20.00. Gloria didn't make any move to
remove it though, I was shaking like a leaf, what next? "Whoever correctly
guesses what size this item of clothing is shall have the privilege of removing
it, however an incorrect guess costs $5.00". She reached back and looked at
the tag and laughed, "not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?". I was turned and
poked by several guys "so they could have a fightin' chance of guessing right".
Several people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife Marie said 36D,
and Gloria smiled...."we have a winner". Marie "graciously allowed" Steve to
remove the bra. He took his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the
delight of the crowd for about five minutes. I had lost control by then,
sobbing hysterically. Finally He removed it, and his hands.
I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's with them,
now it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and twisted to pose for these
people, my hair practically ripped out of my head to force me to look into the
cameras. Paula reached down, still holding one arm and ripped my skirt up to
my waist, flashbulbs popped. They didn't bother with the formality of
auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a frenzy. I passed out.
When I awoke I was spreadeagled on my back on the coffee table, feet
tied, each to a leg, arms held back over my head by Paula and Jan, and was
surrounded by the guests, Gloria was slapping my face. When I opened my eyes
she smiled "she's ready now" Craig was standing at my feet. His wife
ritualistically unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down. She caressed his
penis but it was throbbing, he didn't need much help. When he entered me it
was rough. I screamed into the gag and everyone broke into hysterical
laughter. Craig even stopped and smiled, but not for long. He had intercourse
with me more roughly than I ever imagined possible. Each stroke seemed to burn
itself into my insides. I looked up once into his eyes and saw a terrible fury
there. When he was done He pulled out and stood up, He moved to the head of
the table and stood over me his penis dripping into my face. He put one foot
on the table next to my face and motioned Paula and Jan to pose on either side
of him like a champion race car driver being congratulated after a victory
while his wife took several snapshots. They also each put a leg up on the
table, their nyloned legs flanking him as Marion took the shots. I tried to
cover up, Jan grabbed an arm and I was jerked back into a helpless position.
After Craig, the other men began taking turns on me. They blanked into one
another I was only semi-aware when one was done and another started.
Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my 14 year old,
(and Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with them on the beach during our
last vacation. I was warm and comfortable. In my dream I was warm and
comfortable, I thought I saw my son coming towards me with a cold coke. He
threatened to pour it on me.
I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's face as he rubbed a cold
bottle of beer against my crotch. Things were quieter, the lights had been
turned off in this end of the room, there were several candles lit. I was no
longer gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie my ankles and his wife Marie
gently guided me to a couch. I noticed that most of the guests were gone,
there were several couples sitting at the other end of the room talking with
Gloria and Dave but they paid us no attention. Marie helped me gather my shoes,
panty hose, bra and what was left of my blouse. My panties were nowhere to be
found. I put on my panty hose and with Marie's help my shoes and skirt. Steve
was still holding my blouse and bra. Gloria noticed something and walked down
to our end of the room. "Steve let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit
for Joan to wear anymore so let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but
handed her the clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace where it
disappearred in a temporary resurgence of the dying fire.
Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on the couch
on either side of me. They were both quite gentle, and after the last hours I
clung to that. The room was warm but I was still shaking uncontrollably.
Steve held me to stop my shaking. For the first time I could remember I
stopped sobbing. I didn't resist when Steve cupped one breast. He was gentle
and I felt a little safer being held. Marie spoke up. "I saved your wedding
ring for you, want it back? Of course, .... listen though Steve has a fantasy
about this, would you be willing to help him live it? It's a lot easier than
what you've already been through tonight". I nodded agreement silently. I
knew I had no choice and I was more comfortable here than I would have been if
Gloria noticed me again. And they were so kind, I wanted to preserve that
desparately.
Steve reached for my hand and held it while Marie slipped the ring on my
ring finger. Steve unzipped his pants and motioned for me to pull his member
out. I hesitated but when Marie started to move I reached for it. I took it
out, It was hard almost immediately. Marie guided me to the floor in front of
Steve where I knelt. She pushed my Face down into his crotch and I understood
I was to take it in my mouth. I gagged but did it. After a few moments she
pulled my head back and told me that if I wanted to I could just use my hand
but I would have to let him come in my face. Dumbly I cooperated. I was in a
kind of shock. Everytime I tried to use my right hand she stopped me, I was to
only use my left. When he came he spurted in my face and on my hand which went
up to protect my eyes. He came a lot, it was warm and felt smooth against my
skin.
Flashbulbs popped. I looked left and there were Paula and Gloria both
recording this moment for posterity. Me topless, on my knees, Steve's cock in
my face and cum dripping off my face and hand (later I was to learn that it was
dripping off my ring, that was the object of the exercise). When Steve
finished cumming, Marie wiped his cock off with my other hand and replaced it
in his pants. They both got up as if I wasn't even there and joined the other
group. I heard a long burst of hysterical laughter. Gloria spoke up as they
left. "Get on your feet and bring us some wine, and see if anyone wants any
dessert." I complied, it didn't seem like there was anything else to do at the
time.
It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little wine to the
remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my skirt and kneel on the
floor under the lamp where they could all see me, until I was needed. I
complied. I tried not to look into anyones' eyes, I was sobbing again but
afraid of making too much noise. At one point Gloria got up and threw my skirt
into the fire, she also grabbed the arm that I was using to cover my breasts
and jerked away. "Don't you dare cover up". After that they mostly ignored me
in the conversation but would occasionally give me a look of disgust to insure
I was aware of my condition.
For awhile I knelt there, leaning back fully exposing my breasts to avoid
Gloria's wrath. I was thinking back through my entire relationship with Gloria
and Dave. I had never seen anything remotely comparing to their treatment of
me tonight. I had felt that Gloria was occasionally unnecessarily snippish
with me, even rude, but she had always seemed to be a fairly reliable friend.
I had confided in her about marital problems etc. and she in me. Her cruelty
shocked me as did her blatant enjoyment of my subjugation. I thought about
Jan. She had always been a good friend. She was what men call a doll, small,
excellent figure, pretty face, dark complexion, attracted men like flies but
seemed to ignore them.
Tonight she was acting extremely provocative, enjoying egging the men on,
and directing their energies towards me. She also enjoyed my subjugation. I
never even imagined that she could act like this.
About 3:30 Paula got up to leave and Gloria told me to help her with her
coat. Standing there in the hallway Paula smiled and cruelly told me that "I
have really enjoyed the evening, haven't you?" She laughed and told me that
she had made a deal with Gloria, and I was the deal. I would be hearing from
her later in the week, and if I valued my family I would cooperate. She pulled
my necklace out of her pocket and told me she would get it fixed. Maybe I
could borrow it sometime....with that she stepped out the door and I was left
alone in the hallway. Dave came out and guided me to the basement, he pointed
to a pile of blankets and said Gloria would be down in the morning. I heard
that door shut and the lock click into place. Alone in the dark, I sobbed
myself through the night but didn't sleep. I relived the experience countless
times. Was it real? Why? Why? Why? How could I face the people I knew. How
could I face Gloria and Dave, and the others I knew I might see again?
About 12 hours later The door opened and the bright light caused me to
squint in pain. Gloria came down carrying some clothing which she dumped at my
feet. "Get up!! Joan I'm not going to waste time with unnecessary threats.
Suffice to say that I have affidavits from everyone who was here last night
that you got drunk and made a fool of yourself. You made passes at every man
and when they were done you were begging for more. I have pictures that would
ruin your marriage for ever. And finally if you don't want me to include Karen
in our next Soiree, you will do as you are told. I do require you to sign two
papers and then I am going to let you go. I know you won't be stupid enough to
fight this but just in case."
I looked at the papers. One said something to the effect that I had
agreed to "sell my body" for $65.00. I agreed to serve as the entertainment at
an "adult" party with the understanding that providing sexual favors would be
part of the deal. She had me write my age, name, and measurements on the form
in my own handwriting. She also had me write that I would gladly perform
fellatio and have intercourse with whosoever desired at this party. And that I
understood that although such an agreement was illegal it would suffice to
prove the voluntariness of any sexual activety. I managed to maintain my
composure and although I shook, I wrote what she wanted. After I had written
what she had originally ordered, she smiled and said let's improve this, "write
that you are married and you know Tom your husband would die if he knew what
you had done, so you asked your husband to leave you alone for the weekend."
Finally she had me write a note to Tom on the back of the contract. "Tom I
decided to see what the rest of the world was like. I enjoyed what the 11 guys
at that party did to me. Ask Gloria for some snapshots." I complied. Gloria
told me she was sure that she would never have to use this paper.
The other form was a model release which covered the entire night. It
specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had posed voluntarily and
that I assigned to Gloria the rights to do what she desired with them including
publication. The total helplessness of the situation got to me. I broke into
tears. "Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 seconds you will lose the
chance and I will have to protect myself in a less genteel fashion". I wasn't
sure what she meant but decided that I had nothing to lose by signing the
forms. I did and she left. Strangely she looked at me with almost friendliness
in her eyes and said gently, "Joan things have changed, but you're going to be
all right. If you continue to do what you're told, we will take care of you."
As she climbed the stairs out of the basement she left the basement door open
and opened the back door of her home. I was looking directly outside.
I stepped out of the light and dressed. She had chosen the clothes to
humiliate me. There was no bra or panties, the sweater was her daughters, and
about 3 sizes too small. The shoes were mine, the pantyhose mine (it had been
washed) but the skirt was again Chris'. In addition to being too tight it was
so short I was afraid to walk, if I took too long a step I felt I would be
exposing myself to the world. But I did put it on and stepped out the door to
freedom.
Walking down the street to my home I reflected on the evening. And
Gloria's cryptic final remarks, she couldn't think she could do this to me
again? I looked down at what I was wearing and realized that she might be able
to do what she wanted. That was a chilling thought. I knew I could never go
to the police. There was a real possibility that even if they believed my
story, that Gloria could indeed ruin my life and my families'. I passed by a
moving van, people were just moving into the home. Three guys stood on the
steps. I heard a loud whistle, and another. Realizing they were for me I
smiled involuntarily but stepped up my pace. I felt embarrassed but flattered.
I looked up into the November sky. It was the deepest blue and the brightest
sunlight that I had seen in a long time................