Dirk was the first to walk through the front door into Heath and Megan's living room, followed immediately by Kelly with Megan in her in her maid's uniform. Kelly wore a trim mini-skirt with a white shirt that showed a hint of the blue bra that seemed to match her skirt.

"C'mon in. Ah, Megan, that's where you've been!" Heath put on a decidedly cheerful tone for his guests as he waved them towards the couch. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Kelly smirked. "Why not have Megan do it?"

She glanced over at Megan, who stood next to Kelly. It was almost as if Kelly held an invisible leash that traced its way to an unseen collar around Megan's neck.

"Megan?" Heath asked. His tone was neutral and he barely held back a glare for Kelly.

"Sure. She loves doing things for people, don't you, dear?" Kelly hadn't taken her eyes off of her prize.

Megan looked helplessly at her husband. Why had he sent her back over to Kelly's house? He'd told her she'd needed to keep up the ruse, that they couldn't tip their hand to Dirk and Kelly. But why was it her head that had to be put in the jaws of the lions? He'd said he would take away their ability to command her, but then didn't. Didn't trust her, he said, in case they make her do something she absolutely would not do, otherwise.

And that's exactly what'd happened. Dirk wasn't home the next morning when Megan arrived in her maid uniform. Heath had practically had to beg to get parts of it back from Cindy. Megan had been far too embarrassed to show her face to her neighbor.

Kelly had Megan do more than just clean. She'd been forced to give Kelly a full-body massage; she'd bathed her, given her a manicure and a pedicure. Then, to Megan's complete mortification, Kelly had taken her shopping. But instead of just looking at the clothes, Megan had had to model them. Everything from string-bikinis to thongs in Victoria Secret to evening gowns.

At one point, when Megan actually felt almost elegant in flowing silk designer wear, Kelly insisted on doing something to embarrass her. "Megan. Unzip the back and shake your shoulders. And then stand there afterwards without moving."

Goose bumps formed all over Megan's body as she stood in nothing but a thong, still as a statue as several sales ladies looked at the two of them in a mixture of surprise and nodding understand of people's odd fetishes. Megan knew they couldn't possibly miss the sign suspended between her pierced nipples. SLUT. She was constantly reminded of what a slut she was.

"Would you like to wrap that up then?" One of the ladies had asked. Megan wasn't sure if she meant her or the dress.

Later, as they were walking out of the mall, Megan in her maid's uniform, carrying all the packages, Kelly told Megan that she and her husband had been invited to come over.

"So, do you think I should bring you along, my sweet thing?" Kelly reached under Megan's short skirt and pinched Megan's bottom.

"No. Please don't." Megan said. It was probably stupid to use reverse psychology on Kelly, but what the hell. "I mean, I couldn't imagine having Heath watch me like this.. obeying everything you tell me."

Megan didn't have to fake that response very much. She was thankful the day was finally coming to a close, the sun giving a hazy glow to the cars in the parking lot.

"Oh, then I simply must bring you. Oh, and on the way home, be sure to finger yourself, but you can't cum. I want you good and horny for when Dirk comes home."

Fortunately, Dirk had been more of a gentleman than Kelly had been a mistress. Megan could tell the talk he'd had with Heath had made some impact. At a quiet moment, he'd actually apologized to Megan for getting her to suck his dick. Megan blushed, embarrassed at how much she'd actually enjoyed doing it in the first place.

The truly gut turning moment had been when Dirk had made her answer truthfully whether she did or not - and naturally, she told him. He grew thoughtful, but didn't say anything else.

Dirk had run interference the rest of the evening, keeping Kelly mostly away from Megan, until it was time to go over to Megan and Heath's townhome.

Megan was just thankful that Heath's sending her over to Kelly's hadn't resulted with her becoming a slut, or doing sexual favors or anything else. Not that the mortification at the mall wasn't bad enough, at least she hadn't done anything more to hurt Heath.

Heath hadn't told her any of the plans for revenge. He was too concerned that Kelly or Dirk would figure them out.

"Megan, go make us some drinks. And you know the rules, you won't hear a thing Heath or Dirk says."

Megan felt her feet and legs lurch her towards the kitchen at the same moment she felt her heart leap in her chest. She saw Heath shout something at Kelly but couldn't hear a word. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Now what?

She fumbled for the glasses and mixed some sprite and V.O. to bring out to Heath, Kelly and Dirk. She saw Dirk's eyebrows knit as he obviously spoke vehemently to his wife.

"So? She's mine now, and I can do damn well what I want with her!" Kelly responded.

Heath said something else as Megan gathered up the filled glasses and brought them to the living room.

"Oh? You don't think I can? How about this?" Kelly turned towards Megan. "Megan, take your clothes off. Now."

I really hope Heath knows what he's doing. This certainly doesn't seem like a very good plan to me...

Megan felt like a rag doll as she tried to resist the commands, but her body obeyed. She set the glasses on the floor and immediately started undressing. Heath came over, obviously talking, but she couldn't hear a thing. He also tried to stop her from stripping, but Megan was doing everything in her power to undress. Dirk had the decency to turn away.

Then everyone heard a knock on the door, and Heath stopped struggling and went to answer it. Naturally, Megan worked overtime to get her clothes off while he answered the door. Kelly was listening to something Dirk was saying that Megan couldn't hear.

"Hi ya'll!" Rachel and Ginger walked in, Rachel in short-shorts and Ginger in a skirt. Both wore t-shirts and heels.

"What the hell's going on with Megan?" Ginger asked. Everyone turned to look at her, as she was just dropping her g-string to the floor. Heath shouted something and Ginger nodded.

"Megan put your clothes back on." And Megan bent over and breathed a sigh of relief as she reached for her thong. Megan tried to cover up her boobs and the obscene sign about being a slut that was hung suspended between her nipple piercings.

"Not so fast, young lady. Megan, you will not hear anything Ginger and Rachel say."

Megan continued to pull on her thong, but she did it in slow motion, like the freeze-frame rate on a VCR.

"Omigod, would you look at that?" Kelly paused in between sentences, obviously listening to the other people Megan couldn't hear.

"Hey, she's still putting her clothes on, keep your shirt on." Heath was coming over, trying to drape a coat over Megan.

"Hey, enough of that. Megan, knee Heath in the nuts." Heath put his hands out, but before he could really defend himself, Megan had grabbed him by the shoulders and rammed her knee into the family jewels. She watched him fall down in agony as he mouthed the word, "Nooo."

"Look, folks. I can do whatever I want with her. She's alllll mine. So, we can just enjoy it, or you all can take a flying leap."

More pauses as Megan put her bra on in slow motion, then her skirt, while the rest of them talked around her noiselessly.

"I think it's time for a little entertainment." Kelly said as she went over to pick up the forgotten glasses. She handed one to Dirk who all but snatched it out of her hands.

"Hey, if you do anything to me, I'll make Megan do something bad. And she'll like it."

The soft purring sneer in Kelly's voice was unmistakable. The menacing tone chilled Megan to the bone. What had happened to Kelly in just one week? Megan had no idea what Dirk had threatened her with, but she didn't want to find out what Kelly would make her do.

"What do you mean you want a divorce, Dirk? That's crazy!"

Pause.

"What? How do you know I did that.. I.. "

"You did WHAT? You had me .. for a year? You had a P.I. on me for a year? You bastard!" Megan was forgotten as Kelly jumped at Dirk, fists flying.

Since Megan hadn't been told to do anything, she realized she could do whatever she wanted. She turned towards the kitchen -

"Megan!" Kelly screamed while wrestling with Dirk. She'd obviously seen Megan trying to escape. She had no idea what Dirk was saying to her, but he was trying desperately to cover up Kelly's mouth.

"You think you're a dog!"

"Ruff! Ruff!" Megan dropped to all fours. She nuzzled her head to the nice man on the floor, whimpering for a nice scratch behind the ears.

"You sonofabitch! I can't believe you did this to me! Had ME followed!" Kelly said.

Pause again.

The nice man on the floor stood up slowly, groaning as he did. Megan nuzzled him again, hoping for at least a pat on the head. She waggled her tail, enjoying the breeze that blew against her ass. The nice man walked away and Megan tried to follow him, tongue lolling, and encouraging the man by rubbing her flank against his leg.

She wasn't really hungry, so -

"So what if I cheated on you, you did it to me!" Pause. "Yes you did! What about that Cheri chick?"

And the man turned the corner into the hallway, and then into the next room. Megan followed him, panting interestedly.

There was another nice man there, who the first man was talking to. Megan nuzzled his leg, hoping for someone to stroke her back. She stretched and yawned.

"Yes, I've seen enough."

Megan looked up at the new nice man, her puppy dog eyes pleading for a pat on the head.

The new nice man bent down and took her head in both his hands, looked deeply in her eyes. Megan thought she might recognize the man, but then shook her head.

Then he whispered in her ears. "Megan. Fuzzy Bunnies." And poor little Megan the Puppy's world went dark.

Megan blinked once, twice. She looked around her living room and Ginger, Rachel, Kelly and Dirk were all seemingly asleep in chairs and couches. She didn't remember when Julia had shown up, but she was gesturing animatedly in a conversation with Heath. Wally stood next to them looking in her direction.

"Well, hello sleepy head." Wally said.

Megan looked down and noticed she was still wearing her maid's uniform. She quickly closed her legs, realizing the bright red g-string was easily visible with the sinfully short skirt she was wearing. It had tickled Kelly pink knowing that the blazing red thong was so easily seen while wearing this outfit. Without taking painstaking efforts to keep her ass covered or the front down, she was constantly flashing passersby. Oh yay.

"Umm. Hi. What happened? Wait, you were in the study, weren't you?"

Heath stopped talking with Julia and came over to stand next to Wally.

"Yup. I guess I had to see for myself just how bad Kelly had become." Wally turned to Heath. "How did you all get so off the mark, man? I mean, you all were ready to try some wild things, but obviously, this got way outta hand, here."

Heath held up his hands. "Hey, I wasn't even here! I was away on business most the time."

Wally nodded. "I feel a little responsible here." He had the decency to show a little guilt. "I mean, from what you're telling me, Megan's been doing some pretty off-the-wall things."

"You mean, she's been made to." Heath interjected.

"Heh. If that helps you sleep at night, then sure." Wally said with a chuckle.

"What the fuck are you saying? That she wants to be a slut?"

Wally didn't answer him. He turned to Megan. "Megan, take off your shirt."

Without conscious thought, Megan immediately took off her shirt, pulling at the bottom. Her breasts flopped happily out of it, loosely constrained by a cup-less bra. Her slut-sign tugged at her nose as her arms were raised above her head, but then fell back into place.

"So, you have control over her. You made her do it."

Wally looked at Heath and chided, "People won't do what they don't want to do."

Megan felt her cheeks flame in embarrassment, as Julia looked on, her eyes sparkling.

Megan threw her arms across her chest. She jumped up and ran towards the stairs. "Freeze!" Wally said.

She froze in mid-stride. She couldn't move. She could feel that her skirt had moved in such a way to show plenty of ass.

"How are you doing this?" Heath's voice dripped confusion.

"Somewhere deep down inside her, she wants to do this. I mean, I imagine there's conscious mind that doesn't - but in some corner of her imagination, she wants this to work."

"But. But, she doesn't want to be a slut. Go on, ask her!"

"Okay. Megan, tell me truthfully. Do you want to be a slut.. You may move again."

Megan felt her muscles relax and she finished her stride. She covered up her boobs again, and turned around to face Heath and Wally.

"No." She said with finality.

"See? I told you." Heath said. Relief mixed with smugness.

"And I told you. Consciously, of course not. She's a good wife and all that. But somewhere deep in her imagination, not even part of a reality, is the seed that I bring to germination. Somewhere in that mind of hers is the concept that I can bend her to my will. And THAT is what is controlling her."

Heath nodded slowly, trying to comprehend what he was being told.

"But, you can make it so she's not obeying everyone?" Julia moved forward and sat in one of the available chairs.

"Of course." Wally said.

"Please fix me, Wally! I can't go on like this!" Megan said. She had to keep herself from dropping her arms to plead her case. Realizing this, she turned and headed back up the stairs.

"Don't worry, I will." Wally turned to Julia. "Now my dear, I understand you had a small part in this drama?" Wally kept his tone light, but a look of guilt crossed Julia's face.

"Well, sort of." She said quietly.

"And?" Wally asked. Heath crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"At the party.. I wanted to help Megan, so I.. "

"Straddled her face and made her want to eat pussy?" Heath called out. Wally reached in his pocket and pulled out a dazzling crystal.

"It wasn't like that! I.. I.. " Julia's eyes caught sight of the crystal and she couldn't tear her eyes away. Her eyes ticked back and forth in time with the crystal, while the room held a heavy silence.

By the time Megan came back downstairs in sensible clothes - shorts and a spaghetti strapped t-shirt - Julia's head had fallen to the side and her eyes were shut tight.

"What's up with her?" Megan asked, as Wally put the stone away.

"Just all part of the plan, my dear."

"What plan?" Megan asked, as she sat down in the Lazyboy, tucking her feet underneath her rear. "Oh, and sorry for kicking you in the jimmy, Heath..." Megan winced.

"Ungk." Heath replied.

"Okay, folks, let's get down to business. Megan. Fuzzy bunnies."

Megan opened her eyes, and everyone, including herself, was sitting around the table - Ginger, Rachel, Kelly, Dirk, Julia, Heath and even Wally.

"Okay, it's time for twenty questions. Or Truth or Dare. Or something." Wally said.

"First, just so you know, everyone's going to be telling the truth. No fudging. In fact, you'll give as much truth as you can, like it's a weight on your chest, and if you're not telling every last bit of truth, you just won't be able to continue."

Wally scanned the eyes of everyone, and Kelly's took on a decidedly furtive look. She knew she'd been a completely reprehensible bitch on many levels.

"First question - Kelly, did you cheat on your husband?" Megan noted that Ginger sat between Kelly and Dirk.

Kelly gritted her teeth, but the words flowed. "Yes, I cheated on him with six different men over the past two years. I let them all do me anally because I have a thing for my perfect ass." Kelly's hand flew to her mouth. She frowned.

"Next question. Dirk, did you convince Megan to give you a blow-job?"

"Yes, and I got her to strip for me as well." He couldn't look at Megan, but rather, looked at his hands folded tightly in front of him.

Wally nodded. "Uh huh. Figured as much. Megan, I've heard it said you've been wanting to fuck Dirk and Rachel. Is this true?"

Megan blushed, and nodded. Trying to keep her mouth shut did no good. The words sprung forth anyway. "Yes, I've had a thing for Rachel for a long time. And I sometimes fantasize about Dirk, but Heath knows that!" She looked accusingly at Heath, who shrugged.

The questioning continued around the table - Julia's involvement with the party, Rachel and Ginger standing by while Megan was being sexually tortured by Kelly and Heath's being cuckolded. Wally'd even asked each of them if they wanted tattoos on their asses. Megan was the only one to admit to actually wanting one; she blushed furiously when she found out no one else had that desire, yet she admitted it to them all.

"Well, as I said earlier, I think I've heard enough. I look forward to seeing you at tomorrow's show!"

Wally stood up and turned to leave. "Good night everyone. Enjoy!" When he shut the door, the rest of them were finally free to leave their seats. Megan's brow knitted when she contemplated what Wally meant when he said, "Enjoy!"

"I'll be damned before I show up at that crackpot's show!" Kelly said as she pushed her chair back from the table.

"Well, you can walk home, because I'm not taking you with me. Hey Julia, want to come home with me?"

Julia looked over at him, and she smiled, almost menacingly. "Of course, Dirk. I'm going home with you." She seemed to almost slither as she stood up, like a cat eyeing her prey.

She walked up behind him and swatted his ass. "C'mon. Out with you."

As they walked out the door, Kelly fuming as she stared at them, Ginger asked Rachel, "Wasn't she a lesbian?"

Rachel nodded. "Yeah. Dunno what's up with that.. I mean, she's even tried to seduce me before." Rachel replied as she looked into Ginger's eyes.

And without another word, Ginger grabbed Rachel's head and pulled her close for a lip-locking kiss. Rachel reached around Ginger and pulled her close, their faces grinding sideways as their chests rubbed together through the thin t-shirts.

"Whoah! Would you look at that!" Heath said.

"Uh huh." Megan said, a dazed look on her face. She envied Ginger her seduction of Rachel. What the hell? Rachel is so anti-lesbian, yet she's attacking Ginger? Wally said something about a plan. Heath said something about a plan. What the hell's going on here?

Kelly stamped her foot, frustrated at having to walk home. She'd just had her husband blatantly walk out with another woman and he had her by the balls, as it were. The least she could do is make Megan do what she wanted to.

"Megan. Take me home."

Megan smiled sweetly. "No."

Kelly licked her lips. She frowned, knitting her eyebrows. "Um. Megan."

"What?" Megan almost frowned.

"Megan, take your clothes off."

"Kelly, I think we're done with that. No." Megan shook her head. "Hell, you take your clothes off, wench."

Kelly didn't seem to notice that she started to unbutton her shirt. "No, I mean. I .. um. I don't know how to say this, but. I really want to eat your pussy right now."

Megan's eyebrows drew upward. "Oh really? That's kind of an odd request."

"I know.. I know. Just shut up. Drop your shorts, and let me eat your pussy."

"I thought you had to go home." Megan smirked. She was really starting to get a kick out of seeing Kelly drop her skirt to the ground and not even realize she was doing it.

"Please!" Kelly seemed to be getting more urgent.

"I don't know.. I mean, my pussy is rather tasty."

Kelly's face started to flush, and she started breathing a bit faster. "Please. Don't make me beg." She loosened unconsciously unclasped her bra, letting it slide off of her arms to the ground. She was looking decidedly less haughty.

"Hmm. After what you've been doing to me? No. I am going to have to decline this honor." Megan glanced at Ginger and Rachel. She noticed Heath was having a hard time keeping his hand out of his pants, watching their two friends nearly tearing each other's clothes off. Between that and Kelly throwing herself at her...

"Look, Megan. Just take your damn shorts off!" Kelly almost screamed.

"I tell ya what." Megan reached for the bottle of vodka and took a long pull, handing it to Heath who did the same. "You can take my shorts off with your teeth."

Kelly was physically trembling now. "Okay, okay. Fine." Megan stood up, watching Rachel and Ginger, who'd taken each other's shirts off, and were starting on each other's pants.

Kelly hooked her thumbs into her thong, and dropped it to the floor, bending over at the waist. She never took her eyes off of Megan's pussy. Then she pounced on Megan's shorts, tugging on a button with her teeth..

Rachel was dragging her tongue across Ginger's chest, and Ginger, while moaning from that, had finally managed to unbutton Rachel's pants and pushed them down past her panties.

"Enjoying that, Kelly?" Megan smiled.

"Mmnpphh." Kelly said. She was dragging Megan's shorts down her legs.

Rachel and Ginger had managed to get down to bra and panties and each were struggling with the other on who was going to get on top of the table. Eventually, Rachel won and Ginger was laid out across it. Rachel started working on her bra, her lips never leaving Ginger's skin for more than a second or so at a time.

"Kelly, bark." Megan said.

And she did. While she was tugging on Megan's thong, she started yipping.

Megan patted her head. "Oh, you make such a good wittle puppy!" Megan remembered how it felt a few minutes earlier being made to think she was a dog. She nearly blushed thinking how submissive it made her feel - and how much she liked it.

Kelly smiled, and then shook her head, realizing she wasn't supposed to enjoy it.

"Ahh, I have an idea. Bbefore you get to taste my delicious pussy, you need to blow my husband!"

Kelly growled.

"Feisty, aren't you?" Megan said.

"Fine!" Kelly said.

"What do I have to say about it? What if I don't want her to blow me?" Heath said, struggling to tear his eyes away from the two women splayed out on the table.

"Just enjoy it, honey!" Megan said.

"What if I want to sample that popular ass of hers first?" Heath asked, wondering what his wife would say.

"So go ahead! It's the least I can do..."

"No fucking way. There's no fucking way you're going to fuck me up the ass." Kelly stood up and crossed her arms.

"Kelly, if you want my pussy..." Megan said, forcing Kelly to lick her lips, "then you're going to have to blow my husband. And to get that...." Wally must have put that compulsion in her head for my pussy. Bless that man!

"I don't give a shit. I'm not going to let him fuck me in the ass in front of all of you. Fuck that!"

"Kelly, bend over the table and get ready to receive it. And make it enticing." Megan said quietly.

"No. N- O means no." Kelly said as she bent over in front of Heath. She leaned over, nearly close enough to kiss Ginger on the lips as Rachel was slurping happily in Ginger's pussy.

Kelly waggled her ass in front of Heath, rubbing her ass against his crotch. "I'm not letting you fuck me up the ass, I don't care what you say. Now put your dick in my ass." Her hand flew to her mouth.

"I mean, I'm NOT letting you fuck me up the ass - "

"Kelly, kiss Ginger." Megan said. She rather liked orchestrating this orgy.

"- no matter what the fuck you say- " Kelly continued, until her words were gobbled by Ginger who returned her kiss wholeheartedly.

Kelly still waggled her ass in front of Heath, who had dropped his pants and rubbed his cock against the pucker of Kelly's ass. He grabbed some Vaseline from the countertop, slopped some on his prick and without another word, rammed his cock into Kelly's ass.

"UMMMPPHHHHGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Kelly said into Ginger's waiting mouth. She started breathing heavily as she slid her tongue across Ginger's tongue and teeth. Ginger bit down her tongue and she moaned in ecstasy, her ass being violated in such pleasurable ways.

Megan reached around and grabbed Kelly's smallish boobs, tweaking Ginger's, and generally proud of how much larger hers were than any of the others in the room. She also realized, that for a change, she had the most clothes on.

Megan swatted Kelly in the ass several times. Kelly's eyes rolled, and she moaned some more, her whole body shaking from the pounding her ass was taking. She pulled away from Ginger for a moment.

SLAP! Heath's handprint ripened immediately on Kelly's ass.

"OW! You fucking bastard!" Kelly turned to look at Heath. "Now do that again, like you mean it, you fucking asshole!"

Heath smiled and shook his head. He started slapping Kelly's ass again and again, and it grew cherry red, as her soft globes jiggled against his torso.

"Omigod! Heath! You're so fucking big.. UNGGGH. UNNGGH. It's too much.. omigod...omigod!"

"Megan, spank me some more.. pleassseeee!" Kelly howled. Heath took the opportunity to grab Kelly's hip with one hand, to ram her hard against his cock. With his left hand, he grabbed Kelly's hair, arching her back, and pulling her head back, to where her hair was splashed across her back.

Heath was doing all he could to keep from coming, but was losing that battle. Kelly shook her head, freeing her hair from Heath's hand.

She then dove her mouth onto Ginger's left breast and put a finger in Ginger's mouth. She started sucking it like a cock. Kelly's other hand went down to Ginger's pussy where it met Rachel's mouth, and they competed for Ginger's clit.

Heath finally exploded into Kelly, grunting as he came. Kelly squeezed her ass against Heath's cock, not wanting to let go. She brought her hand down to her clit, rubbing furiously, feeling that wave of orgasm coming to her, as Heath's dick quivered inside of her ass.

"Omigod! OMIGOD! Yes.. yes YES!!!" She shouted right into Ginger's face as she felt her body shake uncontrollably, the juices streaming down her leg as she came. She was breathing heavily as Heath's cock slid out, and she turned around.

She winced as she kneeled down.. "Oh for chrissakes. Go get a towel from the kitchen. I'm not going to make you blow me like that." Heath said.

Kelly sighed in relief. She got the hand towel and cleaned off Heath's cock.

"Get me a drink, Kelly." Megan watched her obey immediately and wondered at her change. Wally, you're a miracle worker.

She gave Heath his drink and he eased back in his chair, while Kelly took Heath's flaccid cock in her mouth.

She reached around and grabbed Heath's ass with both hands as she expertly started sliding her tongue all over his cock. Megan looked on intently.

"Oh, that's good, Kelly. You really are a good cocksucker."

Kelly let it pop out of her mouth. "You have no idea. I hate sucking cock. I HATE it. I mean, I'm good at it, but I hate doing it. It's so fucking submissive."

And as if she'd never said it, she started working on Heath's cock again. She grabbed his balls, and stroked them lightly, and then with just a few minutes of her ministrations, Heath was grabbing the back of her head, ramming her face down again and again on his crotch.

He stretched back in his chair, his legs locking as he had another intense orgasm. Kelly had no choice but to swallow the cum, Heath's hands holding her face on his crotch.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Megan said.

"Shut up and give me that damn pussy!" Kelly said.

Megan moved over to the couch. "Better make it good. Or that tattoo you're getting later won't be very nice." Megan said with an evil grin. She somehow knew they were all getting tattoos. She didn't know how she knew, except for something Wally did, but she knew.

Kelly's eyes grew round with shock as her mouth started working feverishly on Megan's pussy, her need finally being met. "Whatttth, tattooth?"

Kelly grabbed Megan's ass, nearly lifting it off of the couch as she kept grinding her tongue farther and farther into Megan's pussy.

"The... one.. " Megan was having trouble breathing. She was convinced Kelly had done this before. "That.. you're.... getting... on.. your.. ass."

"Whaa??" Kelly grunted.

"Oh.. shit.. damn, you're good, Kelly. Ooohhh, shit. Oh god. Oh god. Ohh.. yes. Yes. YES. Right there." Megan grabbed Kelly's head and pushed it right into her clit, and she clamped her legs around her ears.

Megan looked over to Heath, who was obviously enjoying the sight of Kelly's reddened ass bobbing around as she ate his wife's pussy. Heath looked up to Megan and smiled, not in love, lust, or even mutual friendship. No, Megan and Heath shared a moment of pure satisfaction as Kelly was just beginning to pay for what she'd done.

Just then, Kelly decided to start humming in Megan's pussy.

"Oh yes. Perfect. Oh, yes. Nice tongue. Yes..YES!" Megan felt the orgasm coming, hardly believing it was her nemesis down there between her legs. Just the thought of it caused her to cum right there. Wave after wave came crashing down. "OH YES!! YES YES YES!" She felt her hips bucking against Kelly's face, soft thighs against soft facial skin of her one-time close friend.

Eventually, her breathing slowed back down and she settled back down onto the couch. Damn, she could use a cigarette.

"You're pretty good with that mouth of yours."

Megan looked up and saw that Ginger and Rachel had switched positions and she realized in retrospect, that they had each orgasmed several times from the sounds of things.

"Time to go girls! We only have till 9:30 when the mall closes."

"What are you talking about?" Ginger asked, raising her head sheepishly from Rachel's crotch.

Ginger and Rachel both realized they were completely naked. They started gathering their clothes to cover their nudity as if they'd just had the walls of the room removed. You'd think they'd realize they were fucking each other on my kitchen table the entire time!

"Kinda late for that, don't you think?" Heath said with a grin.

"Just come with me." Megan said. They all dressed, jumped in the SUV and headed to the mall.

It was a very clean tattoo shop in the mall. There was a two-way mirror that faced the mall-side of the shop, so people could watch what went on inside. Heath stood watching from inside as Ginger, Rachel, Kelly and Megan all stood in just their g-strings and heels and leaned over the bench. It would have made a great poster for horny teenager's wall.

Rachel had 'LESBIAN' tattooed on her ass. She knew she'd have a helluva time explaining that to her husband. Particularly since she wasn't a lesbian. She hated the idea of female on female sex! It was against nature, it was just wrong! She was still trying to figure out why she chose that word to be on her ass.

Ginger had 'FUCK ME' written on her ass. She hadn't wanted a tattoo to begin with. Her husband would be completely mortified. But when the nice tattoo guy had asked her what she wanted and where, she pointed to her ass and said, "Fuck me!" That artist had been a bit confused at first, until she'd explained that she was happily married and wanted the words on her ass, and didn't want to actually screw the tattoo guy.

She also realized she'd have a very hard time saying no to her husband every time he asked for sex, as she had for the past five years of their marriage. She was basically begging for it every time she changed her clothes in the room with him.

Megan had 'SLUT' tattooed on her ass. She knew deep down that she wasn't. Or she was. She couldn't figure it out. But, it was the least she could do, since Heath found the idea of that word on her ass pretty sexy. Megan's g-string was soaked as she felt the tattoo artist's hands on her ass, and knew all the people outside the window were watching her get branded.

She flushed profusely when the artist felt her shudder in orgasm at least three times during the job.

And Kelly had 'SPANK ME' spelled out on her ass. She was the last to be completed, so spent the longest time in front of the two-way mirror baring her ass to the world. Many flashes from cameras had gone off.

Before she'd even left the tattoo parlor, she discovered several disturbing things. First, if someone asked her about her tattoo, she'd have an undeniable urge to show the person the tattoo. No matter who. No matter where. And no matter what she was wearing.

If, by chance, someone read the tattoo off of her ass, she would beg and plead for them to spank her. And, as she followed Megan and company out of the tattoo parlor, right at closing, and with a crowd of people asking her what her tattoo said, she felt compelled to tell them.

After fifteen people, about fifty swats and a very reddened ass later, she realized she'd just begun to pay for her sins.