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Beyond the Egg 
(C) by Erotin Thraller

This is a long story, involving a couple on Libido Lane in a committed marriage 
with a very imaginative sex life.  Ann's husband tells the story, which eventually 
involves many residents of Libido Lane.  To enjoy the story best, please read the 
chapters in order.

Codes:  M+F+, nudity, exhib, oral, bond

Chapter 1, The Egg

It all began with a stone.  A kidney stone.  The 
episode was especially gruesome, something I certainly 
don't want to repeat.  Ever.  The pain of passing the 
stone was in its own way quite horrible enough, but 
the physical residue of that episode prevented my 
wife, Ann, and me from having sex.  Temporarily.  At 
least I hoped at the time that it was temporary, 
because Ann and I have a really great sex life.  

Oh, just for the record, we live at 97213 Libido Lane.  
We've been there several years, but I confess we 
really don't know our neighbors.  With both Ann and me 
working full time, there's little time for 
socializing.  What time we have free we like to spend 
with each other.  

If you could see my wife, you'd know why.  In fact, 
you would wonder how anything could keep me from 
screwing her.  But it did, which just goes to show how 
severely that kidney stone affected me.  You see, my 
wife is more than just lovely to look at.  She is a 
sexual dynamo.  Uninhibited.  Imaginative.  
Insatiable.  Under normal conditions, we spend at 
least two evenings a week enjoying each other in every 
kind of sexual experience we can imagine or invent.  
Sundays are even more special.  That first day of the 
week, we seldom bother to get dressed.  Long ago, we 
agreed that maybe some time in the future we would 
have children, and then we'd be forced to change our 
life style, but in the meantime we are simply having 
too much fun exploring and enjoying each another's 
bodies, experiencing all the intimate joys we can 
create together.  And for each other.

Then came the stone.  And the pain in my penis, which 
resulted not from the stone but from my urologist's 
"simple little procedure."  Yeah, sure!  I was 
devastated, because that pain created a terrible 
problem for both Ann and me.  Oh, I missed her 
terribly!  Ann made it perfectly clear that she was 
equally frustrated.  She missed me.  She missed sex.  
My stone deprived her.  It deprived me.  And it left 
me feeling guilty, like I had abandoned her completely 
on purpose.  

To assuage my guilt, and relieve the sexual tension 
building up in Ann, I began looking for help.  Hello, 
internet.  Googling around, I stumbled on a web site 
advertising a vibrating "egg."   What's more, it came 
with a remote control.  The ad promised a satisfying 
vibrator experience without wires.  I didn't even 
check he price.  I ordered one immediately.

Now I should explain that both Ann and I are 
professional engineers, but in totally different 
fields.  She's a chemical engineer doing research with 
various balms and ointments, especially the kind used 
by veterinarians.  She works four days a week, then 
spends each Friday tending to household duties.  I 
work a full five-day shift as an electronics engineer, 
which is why I was intrigued with the remote aspects 
of the vibrating egg.

That's also why my wife was home alone on Friday when 
the package arrived, and because we keep no secrets 
from each other, she routinely opened it, as I found 
out later.  Now, I really don't know what she thought 
or what she did during the next few minutes after she 
opened that package and discovered its contents.  All 
I know is what happened later that evening when I 
arrived home from work.

I knew immediately, when I came in the door, that 
something was up.  The dining room table was set with 
our best china and silverware.  Candles were lit, and 
their aromas blended with wonderful smells from the 
kitchen, telling me I was in for an especially 
sumptuous dinner.  That got my attention, because 
meals like that are typically the prelude to some very 
extra special sexual experience that she has planned 
for us.

"Wash up and sit down," Ann called from the kitchen.  
"Dinner will be ready in a few."  

That's the kind of instruction I do not question.  I 
understand it is very important for a man to obey his 
wife, at certain times that is.  So it was, a few 
minutes later, after I had obediently complied, my 
wife made a grand entrance from the kitchen.  She was 
carrying two platters, each loaded with rich, spicy 
foods, cooked especially the way I love it.  The food 
was nice, but what really caught my attention was how 
she was dressed.  Rather than her usual Friday slacks 
and blouse, she wore a very short black sheath dress, 
one I had never seen before.  It was so tight that I 
knew there was no way she could be wearing anything 
under it.

"Something special for you tonight," she smiled.  "So 
eat up and enjoy."

Once more, without question, I obeyed, both eating and 
enjoying.  She did, too.

After two large helpings, I was reaching for a third, 
when she warned, "Don't stuff yourself.  There's 
something special for dessert."

Puzzled at this new instruction, I reluctantly decided 
against the extra helping, then sat back and waited 
while she removed the dishes from the table.  To my 
surprise, she cleared the table completely.  
Everything went, even the table cloth.  Then she took 
away the candles, placing them on the sideboard but 
leaving them lit as the only illumination in the room.  
A few moments later, as she returned from the kitchen, 
she set a plate before me.  It contained no food.  
Instead, the plate held a tiny little gadget which 
looked like an undersized television remote.  As best 
I can recall, I simply sat and stared.  

Finally, when I picked it up, I found it had two 
buttons, one marked Power and a second which slid in a 
groove with opposite ends marked Min and Max.  It took 
several seconds for me to realize what I held.  But I 
made the connection quite quickly when my wife sat 
down on the edge of the table, slid around and 
stretched out full length in front of me.

To my left was her head, which she rested on her 
hands.  To my right were her feet, clad in black 
three-inch heels.  She raised one knee until the sole 
of her shoe was flat on the table.  That caused her 
short skirt to slide so far up her thigh that a whole 
lot of very nice skin was exposed.

"Well?" she asked.  "What are you waiting for?  Turn 
it on."

Again, I made haste to obey.  I mean, with an 
invitation like that, I had no reason to refuse.  I 
pressed the power button.  A muffled hum filled the 
air.

"Damn!" Ann exploded as her raised leg slammed down 
hard against the table.

I pressed the button again, and she slowly relaxed.

"You must have the power level on high.  Turn it down.  
Please!"

I checked the remote and saw she was correct.  The 
slide was pushed all the way to the end marked Max.  
Quickly, I corrected the problem, then once again 
pressed the power button.  The hum resumed, this time 
much softer.  Ann's response likewise was much more 
controlled.  Slowly she sucked in her lower lip, which 
I recognized as her familiar sign of sexual 
concentration.  The fun was about to begin.

I watched as that special glassy look came into her 
eyes.  After a few moments, she whispered, "A little 
more,"  I slid the control lever up a couple of 
notches.  She pressed her heels hard against the 
table, slightly lifting her hips as she rolled from 
side to side.  "Oooh," she moaned.  "That's good.  
That's very good."  She gave several more moans, then 
smiled at me as she said, "I waited for you so we 
could share this together, but if I had known it would 
be this good I'm not sure I could have put it off."

I took that as a sign she wanted more and slid the 
lever another notch higher.  She reacted immediately 
as her hips bounced wildly.  Then with a sudden jerk 
she sat up, peeled the dress over her head, and tossed 
it on to the floor.  I was right.  She wore nothing 
under the dress.  "Kiss my nipples," she ordered as 
she lay backward on the table, now completely naked.  
Again, I obeyed.  She gives such great instructions.

A few moments later, after several more moans, she 
burst into a tremendous orgasm, bouncing around on the 
table in a fabulous performance of solo sex, humping 
and thrusting as if she were copulating with an unseen 
partner.

"Oh, oh, oooO," she moaned.  "Turn it down.  Turn it 
off.  I can't handle it any more."  Even after I 
pressed the button, it took several moments before she 
settled down.  "Wow!" she exclaimed finally.  "That's 
quite an egg you laid.  A really great egg!"  She 
leaned over and kissed me.  I responded by pressing 
the power button.  She came again.

~~~~ 
Chapter 2, Recovery

Ten days passed.  During that time, our sex was pretty 
much one-sided.  With the egg inserted (not a pun) 
into our love-life, Ann was getting her full quota of 
sexual stimulation.  On the other hand, I was left to 
the role of button-pusher and observer.  

Certainly my role had its moments, for there are few 
things more thrilling than watching a beautiful woman 
gyrating naked in unabashed pleasure at the peak of 
sexual orgasm.  Actually, I think she enjoyed showing 
off as she exhibited her new-found pleasure, and since 
I was the one who had provided her with that orgasm-
inducing egg, she was kind enough to include me in her 
satisfaction.  She could, I knew, have gone solo, 
ignoring me or using the egg while I was absent, but 
Ann always allowed me to control the remote.  And she 
always stripped naked so I could watch her reaction 
when I turned her on.  Literally. 

At least, that was the case until Wednesday evening.  
Since I had to work late at the office, I phoned Ann 
and asked her to meet me at Top Round for dinner.  She 
readily agreed and was waiting for me when I arrived.  
Dinner out with Ann is always exciting, since I never 
know what to expect.  This night was no exception.  
She thrust herself against me wantonly when I came in, 
kissing me so boldly that a several people snickered.  
Then she stepped back for me to see the new dress she 
was wearing.  It was very short and very red, I mean, 
bright red, well, at least what there was of it.  The 
neckline was virtually non-existent.  In fact, it was 
open almost to the wide belt around her waist.  Maybe, 
not quite, but I assure you it was scooped so low that 
little of her breasts were left to the imagination, a 
fact the waiter obviously enjoyed.  Ann seemed quite 
pleased at the attention he gave her.  And her feet 
stayed busy with mine under the table.  

Our steaks were great.  They always are, which is why 
Top Round is my favorite restaurant.  Ann toyed with 
dessert, smiling frequently at me.  Eventually, she 
said, "Well, aren't you going to check your pocket?"  

Puzzled, I asked, "Pocket?  Why?"

"Don't be stupid," she whispered.  "Just look in your 
damn pocket."

"What...?"

"I put it there when I kissed you," she smiled, giving 
me that naughty grin which means anything goes.

With my hand still in my pocket, I pressed the Power 
button.  Over the noise of the restaurant, I couldn't 
hear anything, like whether or not it was working, so 
I slid the lever ever so slightly.  Ann's bare foot 
kicked my leg beneath the table, and her eyes opened 
wide.  I knew then it was working.  She had inserted 
the egg before coming to the restaurant.  And if her 
appearance gave any proper clue, she was about to come 
again.

That's when the waiter arrived.  "Is there anything 
else I can do for you?" he asked.

"No," Ann gasped, suppressing a giggle.  "Everything 
here... is... just fine."

I couldn't resist.  Sliding the lever a bit farther 
toward Max, I watched as Ann visibly lifted in her 
seat, leaning slightly forward.  Experience told me 
she was spreading her legs.  The waiter didn't know 
that, or he might not have moved on as quickly as he 
did.  Ann gasped.  "Oh, that feels so good," she 
whispered.  For a moment she paused, then add, "I 
wish..., oh, forget it!  Turn that thing off, and let's 
get out of here before I get us arrested."

"What were you thinking?" I asked outside, as she was 
sliding into the car.

"I thought it might be fun.  I mean, I've never had an 
orgasm in public before."

"Oh, really?  You know," I told her as I climbed 
behind the wheel, "...you know your orgasms are far too 
noisy to get away with having one in there."

"Well, then, come on.  Take me home.  Now!"

I put the car in gear and, as I pulled out of the 
parking lot, I hit the Power button once more.  This 
time, I was Ann's only audience, and she let loose.  
She screamed.  So I pushed the lever almost to full 
Max as I negotiated through traffic.  Ann slid down in 
the seat, extending her legs and spreading them, 
forcing her dress up until her crotch was completely 
exposed as she bucked and thrust her pelvis in joyous 
ecstasy.  And she continued that way until I pulled 
into the driveway at home.  Finally, as the garage 
door closed behind us, I turned off the remote.

"Wow!" she exclaimed.  "That was a good one.  A 
really, really good one!"

That was Wednesday.  On Friday, as I came home from 
work, I was, as usual, still mulling over the day's 
activities.  Ann kissed me at the door.  Then I 
discarded my laptop and headed upstairs to the 
bathroom.  A moment later, as I was facing the stool 
and relieving myself of urinary pressure, I realized 
that Ann had followed me.  She was standing there in 
the bathroom watching me.  And whatever she had 
previously been wearing was now gone.  There she was, 
totally and completely naked.  

Now, in spite of all the sexual freedom we feel with 
each other, this was something new.  Bathroom 
toiletries are something the two of us do not share.  
We permit each other those personal, private moments, 
allowing them to be quite separate from our sexual 
enjoyment.  I've heard of people who enjoy water 
sports, but we prefer more normal sexual activities.  
So it took me by surprise to see standing there 
watching me pee.  

"Yes?" I asked, wondering what was up, yet 
concentrating enough on what I was doing that I would 
not stop or misdirect my stream.

"I've been feeling guilty," Ann grinned.  "I think 
it's time you got over your..., ah, problem."  She 
laughed, then snuggled close to me.

"Watch out," I cautioned.

"Oh, relax," she ordered.

Like I've said earlier, when she gives an order, I'm 
totally ready to obey.  In fact, I did not object when 
she reached down and pinched my penis with her thumb 
and finger.

"I want to hold it," she said softly.  "Here, let me 
do it."  With her other hand, she pushed my hand away 
and took control.  It was a strange feeling, having 
her hold my cock while the stream of pee continued to 
drain into the toilet bowl.  "Does that hurt?" she 
asked.

"No, not really," I admitted.  

"What about that?" she asked as she pinched her 
fingers together ever so slightly.

"Tender," I agreed, "but I can't say that it really 
hurts."  

By then, the stream had ended.  She jiggled away the 
last couple of drops, then giggled as she said, "Go 
get out of your clothes and then get your naked self 
back in here with me.

Once more, I obeyed, without complaints.  And when I 
returned, she was in the shower with the water 
running.  We scrubbed each other, as we have done 
often enough, except this time I kept wondering what 
might happen next.  I would never have guessed.  When 
we deemed ourselves adequately clean, we toweled 
ourselves dry.

"Now what?" I asked, rather anxiously awaiting her 
next instruction.

"Downstairs," she ordered gently.

This is getting more interesting by the minute, I 
thought as we tripped down the stairs, hand in hand, 
naked. 

"Living room," Ann directed.  I followed, and a moment 
later she pointed to our overstuffed divan.  "Lie 
down."  I stretched out against the pillows and 
watched as she knelt beside me.

"If this hurts," she smiled, "tough.  I'm going to do 
it anyway."  With that, she engulfed my penis in her 
mouth.  It had already begun to respond, but her lips 
have a way of bringing out the best in my manhood.  In 
only a few moments, I had swollen to acceptable size, 
and if there was any pain I certainly didn't notice 
it.  

Suddenly, she pulled away.  "Get up."

"You were just getting started," I complained.  

"No, we are just getting started."  With that, she 
dropped to her hands and knees atop the large ottoman, 
then thrust her bare bottom upward toward me.  "Here," 
she smiled, looking back at me as she handed me the 
remote.  "Your egg is inside me, so you'll have to use 
the back door."  When I hesitated, she continued, "Go 
on!  Do it while you're still hard.  Put it in my 
butt.  I want you to feel the vibrations along with 
me."

Surprisingly, I slid into her anus quite easily.  She 
was tight but pliable.  

"Well, turn it on," she instructed, somewhat 
impatiently.

I did.  And I felt the egg come to life inside my 
wife, right alongside my increasingly hard member, 
which was also inside my wife.  The sensations were 
fabulous.  With no effort at all, I bucked against her 
bottom, and she thrust herself forward and back, as 
both of us enjoyed the vibrations of that fabulous 
little egg.  Together. 

How long we continued, I have no idea, but eventually 
we came.  Together.  I spilled my seeds and withdrew, 
completely spent.  Ann simply collapsed.  As she 
rolled over on to the floor, she whispered, "Please 
turn it off."  Then I lay down beside her, and we 
cuddled, fell asleep on the floor, and it was well 
after midnight before either of us awoke.  

"What's for dinner?" I asked.

Ann pressed her naked breasts against me, cooed a bit, 
then, answered, "Me."

~~~~~~

Chapter 3, The Party

The invitation was from a co-worker of Ann's.  It 
invited her to bring her "significant other" and come 
to an "Adult Halloween Costume Party."  Right from the 
very beginning, Ann was hesitant to accept the 
invitation, but I reminded her that social contacts 
often pay off well in work relationships and 
especially in future advancements.  Finally, she 
agreed, and there we were.  Except, suddenly, I was 
the one having second thoughts.

"Are you really sure you want to do this?" I asked 
when Ann hesitated to at the bottom of the steps.  We 
were far from our own neighborhood, quite removed from 
Libido Lane, and we were unaccustomed to visiting in 
other people's homes.  Especially in costume.

"I think so," she replied, then gathered her long 
skirt and mounted the steps.  Together, we stood on 
the landing outside the door, and then it was my turn 
to hesitate.  "Well," Ann chided me, "Ring the bell."

As we waited for someone to answer the bell, we 
double-checked out costumes.  Ann had dressed as a 
witch, with a tall pointed hat and a black blouse over 
a long skirt.  "I hope this skirt works," she said 
hesitantly.  "I never could find just what I wanted, 
so I cut up an old black sheet and turned it into a 
wrap-around skirt."  

"You'll be fine," I encouraged, tugging at the gorilla 
suit I was wearing.  I had driven to the home of Ann's 
friend without putting on the full head mask, but now 
that I had it on the whole suit was itching.  "I'm not 
sure how long I can keep this monkey suit on."

Just then the door opened.  No one was in sight.  
Apparently whoever answered the door had stepped out 
of sight behind it, leaving the open doorway for us to 
enter.  Ann entered cautiously, and I followed.  Once 
inside, the door closed behind me.  As I turned to 
look, , I was suddenly face to face with a pair of 
breasts, very large and very black.  No, on a second 
examination, I realized they were brown.  Like rich 
milk chocolate.  They were beautiful, and they were 
very bare.  I had an immediate desire to nibble on 
them.

Above the breasts was the pretty face of a smiling 
lady wearing a maid's white lace cap in her hair.  
Beneath the breasts ...my eyes seemed automatically to 
keep returning to them ...was a little white lace 
hostess apron.  Further down she wore a pair of white 
four-inch heels.  That's all.  The rest of her was, 
like her breasts, beautiful and bare.

"That's the first time I've ever been welcomed to a 
party by a naked maid," I laughed.

"Oh, my word!" Ann screamed softly, turning to look 
for the first time.  "Lisa?  Is that you?"

"It certainly is, Ann.  I'm all here, as you can see!"  
She stepped forward and gave Ann a welcoming embrace.  
"I'm so glad you came."  Then, giving me a sly smile, 
she added, "We're going to have lots of fun tonight."

If, by fun, she meant "lots of sex," then I was 
certainly glad to have finally recovered from my penis 
pain problems.  For the past couple of weeks, Ann and 
I had been trying to make up for lost time.  "Just 
trying to keep you happy," was the way Ann put it.  
And indeed she did "put it" to me, every night, once I 
had recuperated sufficiently.  But that was all very 
private.  Social sex had never been included in our 
experimentation, and never in my wildest dreams had I 
ever considered it a possibility.  On the other hand, 
here was a beautiful lady, who was for all practical 
purposes completely naked, welcoming us and inviting 
us to "have lots of fun."

Ann gave me a sidewise glance as if to say, "Oops!"  
Then she smiled hesitantly at our hostess.  I wondered 
what my wife was about to say regarding this promised 
"fun."  She provided no clues, and before she could 
say anything, Lisa continued.

"Ann, you come with me.  I'll show you to the ladies' 
lounge.  Marge is there helping the other ladies with 
their costumes.  I'm sure you'll want to get ready 
before you meet the men.  Marge can help with whatever 
changes you want to make."  She winked at me, and once 
again, Ann gave me a sidewise glance, her mouth 
twisted as if to indicate that we were trapped in 
something for which she was not prepared.  Then Lisa 
looked back at Ann and said, "Now, if that big gorilla 
you brought with you will just wait here until I 
return, then I'll take him down to join the other 
men."  

I just stood there in the entryway, feeling awkward as 
I watched Lisa led Ann down the hallway.  Lisa's naked 
brown bottom bounced seductively with each step she 
took.  With the evening already starting like this, 
then what activities, I wondered, are yet to come?

A few minutes later, Lisa returned smiling.  She took 
my arm and said, "The men are waiting in the den.  
It's like a private sanctuary ...you know, men only.  I 
can show you to the door, but after that you're on 
your own." 

With that, she took my arm and led me away.  I 
followed obediently, which I seem usually to do when 
women speak.  Even so, I was awkwardly aware that 
Lisa's naked breast was pressed against my arm.  It 
would have been far more interesting had the thick fur 
on the gorilla suit not been in the way.

"The men are in there," she told me, pointing to a 
closed door.  "Just go right on in."  She left me 
standing there, once more wondering what we had gotten 
into by accepting this invitation.

Inside the den, I was greeted with considerable 
teasing about my costume, as the five men already in 
the room were much more comfortably dressed in slacks 
and shirts.  "You can always spot a newby," one of 
them laughed.  It took very little encouragement for 
them to get me out of the gorilla suit.  Thankfully, I 
had chosen to wear the suit over comfortable clothes 
not unlike those the others were wearing.  There were 
introductions, but with the circumstances of the 
evening being as they were, I had to struggle to 
remember their names.  Looking back on it now, I 
wonder why, because I certainly had no trouble 
remembering the names of their wives.  I'll have to 
think about that.  Maybe it will tell me something 
about myself.

A huge black man stuck out his hand and identified 
himself as the husband of the maid who had greeted us 
at the door.  "She's really cute, isn't she?" he 
bragged.  I was surprised at how readily he invited me 
to state my appreciation for her nearly naked beauty.

Another man said this was his home, and I would be 
meeting Marge, his wife, in a little while.  I was 
surprised, because I had assumed the home belonged to 
the black couple.  Oh, well, live and learn.  Later, I 
would find that was truly the way these parties 
worked.  The maid was never the real hostess.  Even 
so, he is the one man whose name I remembered, Bill.  
We would meet again.

A rotund, chubby little man pulled himself from his 
chair and thanked me for coming.  "It's always nice to 
have new people at these parties," he laughed, 
obviously having a good time.  "You'll meet my wife 
later.  Her name is Phyllis.  And," he continued, 
"I'll look forward to meeting your wife."  I wasn't 
sure what that meant, but I allowed it to pass without 
comment.

Bill brought the two other men over and introduced 
them.  One was Chinese with a name I not only can't 
remember, I couldn't even pronounce it at the time.  
He was quite small, and he told me his wife's name was 
easier to remember than his own.  She is Kim.

The other man was the tallest in the group, thin and 
obviously athletic.  Bill said the two of them were 
golfing buddies, and they had finally talked his wife 
into coming to the party.  Eventually I learned that 
all the ladies worked together, including my wife, and 
the tall man's wife is the office manager.

Inside my head, lights began to click on.  This was 
not just a simple party.  Here was a very select group 
of ladies who worked together.  They all knew each 
other, professionally, if not socially.  What's more, 
from the way the men talked, I gathered that three of 
them had been to previous parties.  The other two were 
as new as I.

"Well, now that we're all here," Bill began, speaking 
a bit louder to gain attention.  "Marge should be 
getting the ladies ready about now."  As if to accent 
his speech, overhead speakers began to play an exotic 
dance tune which sounded much like the music one might 
expect during a stripper's routine.  It was bold and 
sensuous, with a pervasive drum beat.  "All right!" 
Bill continued, quite enthusiastically.  "There's the 
signal.  Let's open the curtain so we can see.  Oh, 
for you who are new, let me explain that we need to be 
reasonably quiet.  What we have here is a one-way 
mirror.  Three of the ladies know it's here, of 
course, since they've been here before.  The new ones 
do not.  All of them will use the mirror to see 
themselves, and we can watch them from in here.  Okay, 
let the show begin."  He pushed a button, a motor 
whirred softly, and draperies covering one end of the 
room pulled all the way back to reveal the adjoining 
room with a small dance floor.

Two ladies were already in the room.  One was blonde 
and pleasantly plump.  She was dressed in a costume 
which consisted mostly of long strips of fabric, 
perhaps two inches wide.  They were like those old 
strips of crepe paper we used to decorate at parties, 
except these were various colors of cloth.  They were 
attached to a wide necklace at her throat, and they 
descended all around her body.  It was an interesting 
costume, quite modest while she stood still, but when 
she walked the colored strips floated and flared 
allowing much of her naked body, especially her full 
breasts, to be quite regularly exposed.  Her only 
other garment was the tiniest thong I have ever seen 
and, of course, high heels.  She bounced and swayed to 
the music, cruising around the room, dancing as if 
with an imaginary partner.  That's my wife, the pudgy 
little man said proudly.  Her name is Phyllis.

The other lady was oriental.  She was dressed far more 
modestly, wearing a light weight embroidered jacket 
over a pair of silk slacks.  I assumed she was the 
Chinese man's wife, but I was surprised at how shy she 
appeared.  She seemed only slightly affected by the 
music, and she scarcely moved from her place in the 
center of the room.  She seemed fascinated by Phyllis 
and could hardly take her eyes off her.

After a few moments, Lisa entered, still wearing her 
apron, and I should say, wearing only her apron.  She 
did an exotic dance across the floor, bumping and 
grinding, allowing her bare breasts to bounce and sway 
seductively.  As she turned, her round bottom twisted 
and twitched in ways that I found erotically inviting.  
Quite obviously that's what she intended, for she 
certainly knew what she was doing.  It was also 
obvious that she knew we were watching behind the 
mirror.

"Man," her black husband exclaimed softly.  "She 
really gets me going."  After a turn around the room, 
Lisa retreated through the door where she had entered, 
and when she returned she brought a tall lady with 
her.  This was a statuesque brunette, sedately dressed 
in a blue blazer and matching straight skirt whose hem 
stopped well above her knees.  The lovely shape of her 
legs were an invitation, and I was suddenly struck 
with a severe urge to see more.  It was obvious she 
was hesitant to join the others, and she seemed 
somewhat taken aback by the way Phyllis was gyrating 
around the room.  Based on her attire, I assumed she 
was Anita, the office manager.  Perhaps she thought 
the antics of a party like this were beneath her 
dignity.  Or maybe..., well, I would just wait and see.

"This is when the fun begins," Bill advised me.  
"Ladies by nature are so competitive.  They simply 
cannot stand to be out-done by any of the others.  
That's why we enjoy so much hosting these parties.  
And that's why Anita looks so frustrated at seeing 
both Phyllis and Lisa expose so much skin.  Because 
she's the Office Manager, she's not sure she wants to 
be included in any competition that involves 
undressing.  Marge has been wanting to get her here 
for some time.  So now that she is here, well, we'll 
just wait to see what happens."

That's when my wife entered.  She was still dressed in 
her witch's outfit, tall pointed hat and black blouse, 
but I noticed that she had adjusted her wrap-around 
skirt, shortening it by tying it up high enough that 
most of her legs were exposed.  I wondered if that was 
something Lisa or Marge had encouraged, or if Ann was 
already getting sucked into the competition.

Just then Marge made her grand entrance.  I had met 
her once before at one of my wife's business 
luncheons, but she certainly looked a lot different 
now than she did then.  Her costume?  Well, imagine 
putting a long strip of cloth the width of a necktie 
around your neck.  That's about all she was wearing, 
except it was long enough to cover each nipple.  That 
left most of her breasts exposed.  The strips 
continued down and under her crotch, then up between 
her cheeks like a thong.  Then the ends separated 
again and were pulled around to the front where they 
were tied in a large bow just below her belly button.  
It was like a monokini, about as near nothing as was 
possible without being being totally nude.  

"That's my wife," Bill said.  "She's done it again."

By now it was obvious that Marge, Lisa, and Phyllis 
were the instigators of the party, whereas Anita, Kim, 
and Ann were new tonight.  These latter three moved 
slowly about the room, still not quite sure what to 
do, whereas the other three danced to the music, 
making quite a show of their skimpy costumes.  With 
the music so loud, probably to cover any sounds we men 
might make, it was impossible to hear what the ladies 
were saying, but it soon became obvious that the 
newbies were being chided for their modesty.

Much to the Chinese man's surprise, his wife was the 
first to succumb.  She stripped out of her pants, 
exposing her shapely little legs.  Her tunic was 
barely long enough to cover her bottom, but short 
enough to tempt me to watch her carefully.  And hope.  

A few moments later, I saw my wife slip cautiously out 
of the room.  She was gone only a few moments, and 
when she returned she was no longer wearing her 
blouse.  Instead, her wrap-around skirt was rearranged 
into a toga which left one breast bare along with most 
of her legs.  I couldn't be certain from this 
distance, but I had a hunch that she was wearing 
nothing else.  Her white skin was erotically exposed 
against the background of the black toga.

"That's nice," Bill said appreciatively.  "She's 
getting into it.  Now if Anita will...."

He had hardly spoken when Anita unzipped her skirt and 
stepped out of it.  Her long shapely legs were 
definitely worth seeing.  She did a couple of turns 
around the room, then slipped out, as my wife had done 
earlier.  She returned only a few minutes later, and I 
was amazed to see that she had removed all her 
clothing, except her blue blazer.  The jacket was all 
she was wearing.  Wow!   I thought, I hope she doesn't 
keep that blazer buttoned all night.

That's when the Chinese man spoke up.  "I can't 
believe it.  She's setting up.  She's getting ready."  

"For what?" Bill asked.

"Kim is going to do a tumbling run."  He smiled.  "She 
was once a professional gymnast, and whenever she 
hears music like this she wants...."  He was interrupted 
as his wife began her run, flipping head over heels 
from the far side of the room, coming toward us until 
she stopped right in front of our "window."  The flips 
had displaced her tunic so that it was gathered up 
under her arms, almost completely exposing her naked 
body.  Her thatch of black pubic hair glistened in the 
lights, and she smiled proudly at her achievement.  We 
silently applauded.  Then, to our amazement, 
especially leaving her husband in shock, without even 
standing up, she lifted her tunic over her head and 
tossed it to one side.  Then she stood and began 
another tumbling run across the room, this time 
completely nude.

"I can't believe it," her husband said.  "But I am so 
proud of her."

Kim's performance apparently inspired Anita, for she 
did indeed open the single button which held her 
blazer closed.  Then, as she began to dance, the 
jacket opened and repeatedly revealed her own thatch 
of pubic hair and two perfectly-shaped breasts.  Are 
they real? I wondered.  Or have they been surgically 
enhanced?

What was originally dubbed an "Adult Halloween Costume 
Party" was rapidly becoming a costume-less party.  A 
triple-X adult extravaganza.

I searched the room for my wife and did my own double-
take as I watched her shake her toga free of its 
folds, then pull it over her shoulders like a shawl.  
Wearing that way, it covered only her shoulders and 
her back.  All her other good parts were completely 
exposed, bare and open for all to enjoy.  Never before 
had I seen her be so daring in public, and at that 
moment I would have given almost anything to take her 
to bed and enjoy that beautiful body to the fullest.

The dance continued, as did the stripping.  Phyllis 
peeled out of her thong.  Then Marge untied her 
costume and discarded it completely.  Lisa, like a 
good maid, offered to take Anita's jacket, and just 
like that every one of the ladies was totally naked.

Bill closed the draperies and said, "All right, men.  
My wife will give the ladies a speech of 
encouragement.  That won't take long, and very soon 
they will be coming in here.  So I hope you're ready 
for some real fun."

He moved to the other end of the room and turned up 
the lights.  Only then did I see the large round 
table.  Above it hung a wheel of the same size with 
several sets of velvet straps attached.  Bill gave the 
table a spin, and the wheel above was synchronized to 
turn with it.

"As you can see," he explained, "this is absolutely 
the best roulette wheel in the country."

He was interrupted by the ladies.  They came rushing 
in, and suddenly the room was filled with naked women.  
Even Lisa had lost her apron, and I noted that she was 
shaved clean, as was Marge.  The other four ladies 
still sported beautiful patches of pubic hair.  What 
was more amazing is that this collection of ladies 
composed a feast for a breast-lover's picnic.  They 
were beautiful.  They were wonderful...!  They were as 
excited as puppies their first time in heat.

"All right, ladies," Marge began.  "We're going to 
play roulette.  In a moment, I'll demonstrate how this 
roulette table works, but first let me explain that 
the object of the game is to see who can make your man 
come the quickest.  We ladies will be positioned on 
the table.  The men will stand around the table."  She 
smiled, "Now get this.  The men will not move.  The 
only thing that moves will be the table.  And you.  
There are six of you, so the table is timed to move 
automatically one-sixth of a turn every 20 seconds."

Several of the ladies exchanged a variety of questions 
and comments ranging from disbelief to excitement.  

Marge continued.  "Lisa, if you'll help me here, I'll 
show the others how this table works."  Lisa stood 
beside the table a moment, then sat on it and lay 
backward, raising her legs until her feet were all the 
way back over her head, spread wide apart.  I could 
only stare as she exposed her vital parts so 
invitingly.  Bill fastened her ankles with Velcro into 
a pair of velvet cuffs.  

"Comfy?" Marge asked.  "Not bad," Lisa smiled, tipping 
her head forward to peer at her naked body.  All her 
sexual equipment was completely open for us all to 
see.  Not only that, her spread pussy was available to 
any man who stepped up to the table.  No wonder Bill 
called it the best roulette table in the country.

"There's a place here for each of you ladies, so 
please take your place on the wheel.  Assume the 
position.  Then, when everyone is ready, your man will 
insert his ...well, you know.  Then you will have 20 
seconds to make your man come, so be active and do 
your best."  She smiled, "I'm sure you all know what I 
mean.  When the 20 seconds have passed, however, the 
wheel will turn.  That will disengage you from the man 
who is in you, and the next man will enter you."

Bill interrupted Marge at this point and said, 
"There's a prize, ladies, for the first one of you to 
bring a man to climax.  Remember that each of you 
bought a $50 ticket to come tonight.  Half of that 
will go to the winning lady."

"Do the men get the other half?" the Chinese man 
asked. 

"Sorry," Marge replied.  "It pays for the food and 
drinks we'll serve later on."

"There is, however, a prize the men can compete for," 
Bill said laughing.  "So, fellows, you need to hold 
out as long as you can."  He paused while the guys 
expressed their curiosity, and then he announced, "The 
game will continue until all but one man has climaxed.  
When there is only one man remaining who has not shot 
his wad, all the ladies will be released from the 
table.  That man will then be serviced by all the 
ladies in whatever way they desire until he, shall we 
say, completes his assignment.  Gentlemen, that should 
be an experience well worth holding out for."

"Well, my friends, that is how it works," Marge 
continued.  "So, if any of you are not interested, or 
just plain don't want to participate, this is the time 
right now to leave."

I looked at Ann, expecting her to signal me that she 
wanted out.  After all, we had never even talked about 
including anyone else in our sex games.  All through 
our marriage, we had both been passionately (I think 
that's the proper word) committed to each other.  Nor 
had we ever discussed our own personal sexual activity 
prior to meeting each other.  So the idea, on just a 
whim for each of us to have sex with five different 
people, was not something to take lightly.  I wasn't 
sure how I felt, and I was certain Ann would opt out.

Wrong!  Without even looking at me, she slid into 
position on the table.  Marge strapped her ankles in 
place, and there she was, my wife, naked and exposed 
to all eyes and, by her own action, inviting every man 
present to screw her.

After that, the scene became so erotic that I just 
stood and stared.  Kim could hardly wait to take her 
place on the wheel, much to her husband's surprise.  
Phyllis spilled her chubby curves on to the table and 
raised her legs.  Anita was more cautious, but after a 
nod from her husband, she sat in her place, leaned 
back and slowly spread her legs.  Finally, Marge, who 
had assisted each of the other ladies, assumed her 
position, and her husband strapped her into place.

"Well," Bill smiled, "I suggest we get naked so the 
fun can begin."  

Stripping off our clothing took far less time than I 
thought possible.  In a matter of moments the six of 
us were ready.  And we were all very obviously hard.  
The ladies complained loudly at not being able to see 
what they were about to receive.

"To begin," Bill instructed, "each of us is to stand 
at the table in front our own wife."  To do so, we all 
moved into position.  "Now," he continued, "just for 
practice, step forward and enter your wife."  

Ann gave a little giggle as I slid inside her.  She 
was surprisingly wet, and it was obvious that she was 
already quite erotically turned on.  

"Now, are there any last questions before we begin?"

None of us wanted to delay the action with needless 
talk, so Bill pressed a button on a switch hanging 
from the ceiling.  I expected my wife to move, but 
instead it was the table.  It made an immediate turn, 
and just like that Ann was gone and the lady in front 
of me, spreading herself to receive my erection, was 
Marge.  

"Get that thing in me!" she ordered.  "I want to see 
what Ann is always bragging about."

With no further hesitation, I plunged in.  Marge was 
also moist and ready, but there was time for only 
three or four plunges deep inside her before the table 
turned again.  As Marge's body moved away, my member 
was pulled free, and a moment later Anita's furry 
crotch was extended toward me.  This is one I'm really 
going to enjoy, I said to myself as I thrust into the 
office manager's furry snatch.  She was tight and 
firm, so much that her grip held on, almost pulling me 
with her, when the table began its next turn.  

By then I was beginning to understand how there was 
both joy and the frustration of the 20-second rule.  
The time was just long enough to get the feel of 
intimacy, but not long enough to approach 
satisfaction.  The repeated interruptions prevented 
any sudden ejaculation.  It also promised that, unless 
something intervened, we would each have several 
encounters with each lady.

After Anita, I was deep inside Phyllis.  In spite of 
her chubby figure, she was quite active, and I'm sure 
I would have come quickly inside her, had the table 
not moved when it did.  Then I was inside the tiny 
little Kim.  She was athletic through and through, and 
she had muscle control that I never knew existed.  I 
felt her muscles ripple up and down my member without 
my even moving.  It was such an exotic experience that 
this time I really resented having the table turn.

My anger was almost immediately suppressed, however, 
because Lisa was like a tiger.  She took full 
advantage of the straps holding her legs high, using 
them as leverage to lift her hips and grind her pelvis 
into me.  I'm still not sure if I slid into her, or if 
she slid forward and pulled me in.  What a ride!  What 
variety these six ladies provided.  I was in heaven.  
And then, before I realized it, I was home.  "Hi, 
honey," my wife purred as I pressed my erection deep 
into her.  This time she was even more moist and 
slippery.  Why not?  She had been impaled by five 
other men since my initial insertion inside her.  She 
had been as busy as I.  We were going to have a lot to 
talk about when we got home.

And then Marge was back again, thrusting and 
squeezing.  Anita was more active this time, as if she 
was really getting into the game.  Phyllis was on the 
verge of her own orgasm when I entered her.  "Oh, this 
is better than I ever get at home," she whispered.  
Then Kim was bouncing happily against me, not shy in 
the least as she stroked me with her erotic muscles.  
Lisa pressed against me firmly, still active and 
apparently not missing a beat in her own enjoyment 
when the men changed within her.  Ann was silent this 
time when I entered her, and I noticed she was biting 
her lower lip.  She was already in the beginning stage 
of her impending orgasm, so when the table moved again 
I heard her whisper, "Damn!"  Then Marge.  Anita.

"Folks, we have a winner," Bill announced.  The table 
did not stop its syncopated turns, but Phyllis' chubby 
husband stepped back from the table, his erection 
dripping.  "Congratulations, Lisa," Bill was saying.  
"Looks like you win tonight's jackpot."

"Good," she laughed.  "I can always use an extra $75."

When the table turned again, I heard my wife call, 
"Hey, what about me?  I'm dying here!"  Then I 
realized we were short one man, which meant one of the 
women would have a 20-second recess on each round.  
Then the Chinese man exploded, much to Lisa's 
enjoyment, which meant she had just brought her second 
man to climax in less than a minute.  My wife then had 
a 40-second recess before Anita's husband was there to 
take her.  

By that time I was back with Kim, thoroughly enjoying 
myself.  Then Lisa.  She did her best to make me come, 
but I was determined to give myself to my wife.  When 
I entered her, I realized she still had not had her 
climax.  The 40-second pause in each round had broken 
her rhythm.  She struggled to catch up, and so did I, 
but the table turned too soon.  Then the tall guy 
dropped out, apparently caught up in Phyllis' orgasmic 
thrusts.  During the pause, Bill came too, giving 
Anita the full burst of his sperm.  The table 
continued its syncopated turns.  When I plunged this 
time into Kim, I could no longer hold on.  She drained 
me so thoroughly that I knew it would be the next day 
before I could muster any repeat performance.

Lisa's husband, the big black guy, was the winner.  He 
was ready and obviously able to handle whatever was 
going to be his reward.  "Now what?" he asked, 
grinning broadly.

Grabbing his erection firmly in her hand, Lisa led her 
husband across the room where she pushed him to the 
floor.  "Here he is, girls," she announced.  "See how 
miserable you can make him."

Almost immediately, Marge had his huge erection in her 
mouth and was sucking him noisily.  Phyllis knelt 
beside her, and when Marge came up for air she took 
over for Marge and continued the blow job.  After all 
the changes in partners on the wheel, the black man 
seemed ready for some serious sex.  His expression 
indicated he was really into the action these two 
ladies were giving him.

Suddenly, Kim was there.  "Move over, girls," she 
ordered.  "He has the biggest package here, and my 
equipment is smaller than any of yours.  I want him in 
me when he comes!"

"I don't believe this," her husband declared.  "An 
hour ago, I would never have dreamed she would be so... 
so..."

"Such a slut?" Bill suggested.

"Yes, isn't she a turn on!" her husband declared.  
"When I get her home, she's going to have to treat me 
different than she ever has before."

"I think that goes for all of us," the tall man 
agreed, giving his wife a squeeze.  She snuggled her 
naked body against his, and I thought for a moment 
they were going to join the action on the floor.

Instead, Kim drew our attention with a loud squeal.  
Marge and Phyllis had leaned back enough to give her 
room.  She squatted astraddle of the black body, and 
in one sudden move she lowered herself, abruptly 
accepting the huge erection into her tiny body.  No 
wonder she squealed, I thought.

Probably none of the other girls could have duplicated 
her performance, but her gymnast legs had muscle 
control enough to allow her to pump her hips up and 
down, taking him in and squeezing him out.  I tingled 
at the thought of what he must be feeling, as I 
remembered having such a short time before being 
inside that very same pussy and feeling the extent of 
her fabulous muscle control.  Ann looked at me and 
grinned, as if to say she wanted us to try that.  Not 
tonight, I knew, for I had already experienced all I 
could handle for the day.

Kim did not let up, and no man, regardless of how much 
of a stud he might be, could hold up very long under 
such energetic pumping.  His body lurched upward as he 
exploded deep within the little Chinese girl.  She 
squealed again in pure delight.  His wife, Lisa, 
applauded.

Needless to say, it was a great party.

On the way home, Ann ignored her seat belt and 
snuggled against me.

"You okay?" I asked.

"If you mean am I 'okay' with having five strange men 
inside me tonight, I guess so.  If you mean, did I get 
off tonight, then no ...I'm not 'okay.'  I mean, even 
with all that screwing, I never came!"  She looked up 
at me desperately, "And I can't wait to get home to my 
egg.  But since you got to come in that tight little 
Kim, you are now going to just sit and watch and run 
the remote while I get my own personal satisfaction.  
Okay?"

"Okay," I agreed.  "That's fine with me, because I'm 
already so sore I doubt I could produce, if you know 
what I mean...."

That's how the evening ended.  Except, Ann was so 
anxious that by the time we were home and the garage 
door was down, Ann had already shed the skirt and 
blouse she had put on for our drive home.  Naked, she 
led the way through the house and up the stairs.  
After a few minutes in the bath, she came in and lay 
on the bed beside me.  "Here's the remote," she said 
softly.  "Buzz me."  I did, and a moment later she was 
joyously bucking up an down on the bed, as if taking 
out all the pent up passion she'd been unable to 
release throughout the evening.  

I was glad she had left the light on, because I 
thoroughly enjoyed her enjoyment.

~~~~~~

Chapter 4, The Remote 

The timing of coincidences can be quite amazing.  In 
this instance, it was quite fortunate. 

Ann and I didn't have opportunity really to talk about 
the party for several days.  That night, after Ann's 
orgasm on the egg, we simply collapsed on the bed.  
The next morning, we slept in, then rushed off to 
work.  Later in the week, when we did discuss the 
party, we agreed that it would occasionally be fun in 
the future to include other people in our sexual 
activities.  We also agreed that it would be difficult 
to duplicate the circumstances of the Halloween Party 
since, as she explained, all the women knew each other 
and had already established an ongoing friendly 
competition between them.  Finally, we admitted that 
we both had a fantasy of seeing certain frigid women 
lured into sexual activity.  "It's fun," Ann laughed, 
"to see an ice berg like Anita become a slut."

That's when the subject of the egg came up again.

"The egg was fun," Ann admitted.  "It serves its 
purpose, but it works only when a woman is willing to 
use it.  Unless she's already turned on, she's 
certainly not going to insert that old metal egg up 
into her privates, any more than she would accept some 
unknown man's throbbing erection."

That's when the coincidences began.  It happened 
during the following week.  I was involved in a 
project researching magnetic fields and their effect 
on the human brain.  Our team measured various field 
strengths and developed ways of projecting the fields 
in different patterns.  The results were interesting 
but never dependable.  One particular frequency had an 
especially narrow projection pattern so that it could 
be aimed at a specific target, but it seemed to have 
absolutely no effect on any of our lab rats.  Nor did 
it affect any of the men who were willing to expose 
themselves to it.  I was about ready to discard it and 
move on when one of the girls from the office came in 
with our morning donuts and coffee.  Before I quite 
realized what happened, she walked right through the 
magnetic beam.

With a big smile, she set the food tray down in front 
of me, smiled and began unbuttoning her blouse.  "I 
need you," she whispered.

"Not here," I whispered back.  "I'll meet you in the 
rest room,".

She was already there, stark naked, when I arrived.  I 
locked the door behind me, and we proceeded to screw 
in wild abandon.  She was insatiable, and finally, 
after coming twice, I had to call it quits.  She still 
wanted more, and I know she was disappointed, but at 
least she was able to get dressed and return to her 
desk.  I'm not sure that she ever knew what had 
happened to her, and the effect apparently wore off 
fairly soon.  That evening, as I was leaving and 
passed by her desk, she turned away as if greatly 
embarrassed.

Magnetic field generators are really neat, in that 
they do not have to be large.  In this age of 
miniaturization, they are easy to build.  You don't 
hear much about that because there's really not much 
call for them and generally they are not considered to 
have much practical value.  Since the lab was not 
going to use our design, I kept it for myself.  Then I 
built another one in miniature.  It was about the size 
of a standard television remote control.  Well, maybe 
a bit larger at one end because of the battery.  
That's the hard part, getting enough voltage to 
generate the field which has enough range to be 
effective.  This project took a couple of weeks, 
because I couldn't spend full time at it.  I do have 
other work to do on the job, if I want to receive a 
salary.

The day my generator was finished, I could hardly wait 
to give it a try.  My experience with the office girl 
in the restroom made me more than a bit nervous about 
trying my invention on just anyone, so I took it with 
me that evening when I left work, hoping for an 
opportunity to try it.

Like I said earlier, coincidences seem to have their 
own timing.  That's what makes a coincidence so 
intriguing.  At the dinner table that evening, my wife 
challenged me to a game of ping pong.  That, in case I 
hadn't mentioned it previously, is one of our non-
sexual recreational outlets.  Our basement is 
primarily a recreation room, and our ping pong table 
is the major feature in it.  So downstairs we went 
without even bothering to clear the table.  

Our meal had been spaghetti and meatballs which Ann 
picked up on her way home from her work, and which we 
had eaten as soon as we both were home.  So both of us 
were still dressed as we had been at work.  For Ann, 
that meant a ruffled blouse with long-sleeves and a 
mid-thigh skirt which twirled up and out whenever she 
turned quickly.  I have always really liked that sexy 
little skirt.

In spite of her small size, my wife is a very good 
ping pong player.  I usually have to be on my best 
game in order to beat her, and this night she was 
really hungry for a victory.  The first thing I knew I 
was behind 4-0.  So I called time out and went for a 
glass of water.  Actually, that was an excuse to 
retrieve my new Remote Magnetic Field Generator 
(RMFG).  This seemed like a perfect opportunity to 
test it, so I slipped it in my pocket and hoped I 
could use it secretly.  

When I returned to the table, Ann was impatiently 
prancing around.  "Come, on," she demanded.  "Quit 
stalling!  I'm going to slaughter you tonight."

I served my final turn, and she slammed the ball back 
so hard that I didn't even try to reach it.  Then it 
was her turn to serve.  I waved my paddle around 
aggressively, hoping to distract her attention, so she 
would not notice I had my other hand in my pocket, 
aiming it at Ann as best I could.  She tossed the ball 
in the air and swung her paddle for the serve, just as 
I turned the power on the RMFG.  Immediately, her body 
jerked.  The ball dropped to the floor.  She had 
missed it completely.

"Problem?" I asked as innocently as I could, even 
though I was quite excited at seeing my invention work 
so readily.

"Oh, be quiet," she snapped.  Then she served the 
ball, taking care this time to make sure she did it 
right.  Because she slacked off on the serve, I had no 
problem with the return and was still able, at the 
same time, to press the power button on the RMFG.  Ann 
stood quite still and simply watched the ball sail 
past.  

"What happened?" I asked.

"I think...," she paused.  "Don't you think it's 
terribly warm in here?"  Then, without any further 
commend, she laid her paddle on the table and removed 
her blouse.  "Maybe if I'm not so warm, I can do 
better," she laughed as she tossed her blouse on to a 
chair.  "Those long sleeves were in my way."

"No, you're simply trying to distract me," I 
complained, admiring the way her breasts strained 
against her lacy half-bra.

"Well, if you want distraction, I'll give them to 
you," she said with a determined grin.  And a moment 
later her bra joined her blouse on the chair.  She 
picked up her paddle and the ball, shook her shoulders 
to make her breasts sway seductively, then said, "Now, 
what's the score?"

"You have four.  I have two," I replied, watching her 
beautiful, bare breasts.  This puts an entirely new 
light on ping pong, I decided, and I wondered how far 
this game might go.

Ann served, and I played the ball fairly.  It was our 
first real volley in the game, even though it was hard 
for me to focus on the ball instead of Ann's breasts.  
There's something special, as you probably know, in 
seeing a naked woman in a different context than where 
one might expect.  Ann regularly undressed in front of 
me when getting ready for bed or taking a shower, but 
it was quite different to watch her playing ping pong 
with her breasts exposed like this.  For me it was a 
major turn-on to watch her breasts sway and her little 
skirt twirl.  There were times she was almost 
completely exposed.  Beautiful.  I know, she's my 
wife, but I never tire of seeing her.

Eventually, I won that volley.  

Ann wiped perspiration from her forehead. "You earned 
that one," she replied, "but don't think you're going 
to make a habit of that."  She served again, and once 
more I activated the RMFG.  She missed my return.

"Deuce!" I announced gleefully.  "I caught up with 
you."

"And I still say it's too hot in here," Ann 
complained.  Then, without warning, she reached up 
under her skirt and peeled her panties down her legs 
and threw them on the chair.  "Now then," she 
continued.  "Maybe we can get down to business."

"What kind of business?" I teased.

"Ping pong, of course," she snapped.  "What did you 
expect?"  She paused a moment, then tossed the ball to 
me.  "It's your serve."

I set the ball on the table and braced it with my 
paddle.  "Excuse me while I take a bathroom break," I 
said, fumbling with the ball as I hid the RMFG under 
my paddle with the power still turned on.  Ann was 
still standing at her end of the table as I left the 
room.  A few minutes later, as I returned, I could 
hear Ann gasping.  She was backed up against the end 
of the table, half-seated on it, leaning back with her 
legs spread and her skirt pulled up.  She was 
masturbating, thrusting the handle of her ping pong 
paddle in and out of her dripping pussy.

When she realized I was watching her, she threw the 
paddle on the table, jerked off her skirt, and said 
bluntly, "Get over her and screw me before I go mad!"

Like I said earlier, when a woman gives commands like 
that, I tend to obey readily.  And we never did get 
back to the ping pong game that evening.

Even later, after I showed her my new invention and 
had explained it to her, my wife was still so turned 
on erotically that she had trouble carrying on an 
intelligent conversation.  She continually demanded my 
sexual attention until I was completely exhausted.  
Eventually she wore herself down and fell asleep.

It was the next evening, after we were both home from 
work, that we actually had time to discuss the RMFG 
and what it might do to enhance our sex life.

Ann wanted to see it.  So I handed it to her, and the 
very first thing she did was aim it at me and turn it 
on.  Nothing happened since, for some unknown reason, 
it seems only to work on females.  Magnetic fields 
seem to know the difference between X and Y.

"Okay, you try it," she said as she stood up defiantly 
in front of where I was sitting.  Obediently, I aimed 
it at her, turned it on, and faster than I ever 
dreamed, Ann was gyrating like a stripper in heat.  
"Don't turn it off," she pleaded.  "Let's see where 
this takes me."

I thought it would take her into an orgasm, but it did 
not.  Instead, her craving for sex grew increasingly 
intense, but she could get no satisfaction.

"Please...," she pleaded.  "Don't stop...."  Then she was 
writhing on the floor, ripping off her panties and 
rubbing her slit with her fingers in violent attempts 
to satisfy her cravings.  Nothing seemed to work, even 
though I watched her try every masturbation technique 
that I could imagine.  After several minutes of 
desperation, she cried out, "You're going to have to 
screw me, if I'm ever going to... get off.  Please, do 
me.  Please!  Now!"

I obeyed.

Afterward, I asked, "Well, are you convinced now that 
it works?"

"I'm an easy target, and you know it," she grinned, 
still obviously having spasms from her receding 
orgasm.  "One look at you," she teased, "and I don't 
need your gadget, whatever it is you call it."

"RMFG," I explained.  "That stands for 'Remote 
Magnetic Field Generator,' and I'm convinced it 
works," although I decided it would be better to keep 
at least one little secret from Ann.  Like my 
experience in the restroom with the office girl.  She 
need never know about that accidental encounter.  
Chalk that lie off to essential research.

"The real test of your RMFG, if that's what you want 
to call it," Ann declared, "would be to try it on some 
unsuspecting woman, and see if it would induce her to 
go after an unsuspecting man.  In fact," she 
continued, "it would be best if the woman was a priss 
and the man was a miserable wretch the woman would 
otherwise detest."

"A street bum," I suggested.

"Yes," she agreed excitedly, "a guy like those you see 
holding up a sign at the intersection, some homeless 
guy begging for money."  She was on her feet suddenly.  
"Let's go do it."

"Right now?"

"Why not?" she asked.  "I'm curious, and it could be 
lots of fun."  She grinned at me with an evil gleam.  
"We would get to watch them do it."

So away we went.  It was still daylight, and downtown 
businesses were just closing.  Beside a downtown park, 
we saw a grimy man sitting on a bench.  Behind the 
bench was a low hedge.  "Let's park here and go sit 
down behind that bench," Ann suggested.  She was 
really getting into this adventure, I decided, so I 
agreed.  We were well concealed behind the hedge, but 
it was open enough that we could watch the man and 
still see anyone who might approach.

"Look," Ann whispered, pointing down the street.  
"There's a bus stop on the next corner, so someone's 
bound to come by here soon."

Her assumption was correct, and our quest couldn't 
have been more successful.  She was a tall lady 
wearing a business suit and carrying an attaché case, 
perhaps a lawyer or maybe a real estate agent.  As she 
approached, she took the cell phone from her ear and 
dropped it into her purse.  No one else was in sight.  

Ann nodded her approval, and I concurred.  In another 
three or four steps the lady would reach the man.  He 
held up his sign, and the woman frowned as if to avoid 
him.  That's when I turned on the RMFG.

She stopped instantly, clasping her free hand to her 
breast as if she was having a heart attack.  Being 
overly cautious, I turned off the unit.  She heaved a 
great sigh and took another step.  I pressed the 
button again, then waited.  The lady took one more 
step, looked to both sides, then behind her.  I held 
very still, as did Ann, afraid she might see us.  
Instead, her eyes focused on the bum on the bench.  
She dropped her purse and attaché case, lifted her 
skirt to reveal most of her legs, then did a little 
bump and grind right in front of the dirty old man.  I 
wish I could have seen his face, for he certainly sat 
upright in a hurry.  Then, without warning, she 
grabbed the man and dragged him right through the 
hedge, not three feet from where we were hiding.  She 
never saw us.  The man was so taken aback by the 
woman's attack that he didn't look anywhere except at 
her.  And she was something!

In less time than it takes me to tell this, she 
shucked out of her pantyhose and jerked down the man's 
pants.  Just that quick, she had thrown him flat of 
his back on the grass and had mounted him, impaling 
herself on his erection while kissing his bearded face 
like he was her long-lost lover, the prince of whom 
fairy tales are made.

Ann nodded, and we quietly slipped away.  Quickly, we 
returned to our car and drove away before we could be 
linked in any way to whatever might happen next.  
Later that night, the 11:00 news reported that police 
had cited a woman for being overly sympathetic with 
the needs of the urban poor.  They withheld details of 
the woman's actions, but witnesses indicated she was 
quite energetic in her philanthropy.

After laughing heartily, Ann and I finally drifted off 
to sleep while trying to imagine future uses of the 
invention.

~~~~~~

Chapter 5, News Conference

Like I said earlier, coincidences have unique timing.  
We call them a coincidence, but they seem to come at 
such well-planned times that...  Well, let me explain.

Hardly had I made the discovery of the strange effect 
this particular magnetic field had on women, when my 
wife had something of an emergency at work.  It seems 
that several of the workers in her lab developed an 
ointment especially useful for cattle, which was going 
to be worth millions of dollars to the dairy industry.

When the company's head of research found out about 
the product, she saw an opportunity for her own 
advancement and let it be known among the staff that 
she was going to take credit for it.  Those who, like 
Ann, had done the real work on the product were left 
with no recourse.  She told me about it the next day 
after our little experiment in the park.  She 
explained her frustration that morning before we left 
for work, which was the first I heard about her 
employment problems.  She might not have told me about 
it then, except that the department head had called a 
news conference for that afternoon to announce the 
discovery and publicly establish her position as the 
genius behind the product.  Ann was furious.

"You don't mean Anita, do you?"

"Of course not.  Anita's the office manager.  No, this 
bitch is the department head."

"So what sort of lady is she?" I asked.

"She's no lady," Ann snapped.  "She's the original 
iron-girdle, if you get what I mean."

"You mean she's not a really sexy kind of lady?"

"She's a dumpy, mousey-haired, wrinkle-faced sourpuss 
bitch," Ann declared.  "Furthermore, she's a cheat and 
a liar.  There's not a man in the world who would 
touch her.  That's the reason she is still single.  I 
doubt she ever had a date in her life."

"So who's going to be at the news conference?" I 
asked.

"Well, for a start there will be the Director of 
Research and Development, the chairman of the Board of 
Directors, and the CEO.  Plus a whole room full of 
reporters."

"Well," I assured my wife, "I'm sure it will all work 
out eventually.  Truth has a way of finding its way to 
the surface eventually."

Later that day after lunch, instead of returning to 
work, I went to the building where Ann worked and 
slipped into the assembly room where the news 
conference was to be held.  Most of the seats were 
already taken, but I finally found a seat up front in 
the second row.  Ann was nowhere to be seen, so I sat 
low in the seat, trying to be inconspicuous, thinking 
the others would believe I was just another reporter.  

Eventually, the big brass of the company entered 
through a side door.  The CEO announced the nature of 
their new product and made a few outlandish claims 
about its future value.  He introduced two department 
chairmen, then asked for Ms Mason to come forward, 
saying her department had been responsible for this 
new product.  The way the mousey-haired woman pranced 
to the front of the room confirmed everything Ann had 
said, and it assured me that my plan was well 
justified.

Another coincidence:  She muscled her way in between 
the Board Chairman and the R&D Director, which meant 
she was standing right in front of me, not ten feet 
away.  Her cocky attitude advised me that I should not 
wait too long for what I planned to do.  Smugly, she 
mugged the cameras, obviously intending to dominate 
the meeting.  I could wait no longer.  Even before the 
CEO could explain why he called her forward, I turned 
on my RMFG.

Now, I've seen beautiful girls do a bump and grind as 
part of their routine as a stripper.  Never before had 
I seen a fully-dressed, frumpy little woman do the 
same moves while her face revealed absolutely 
shameless, wanton, erotic hunger.

She turned to the Chairman of the Board, wrapped her 
arms around his neck, and began desperately kissing 
him.  Shocked, he shoved her away.  In desperation, 
she peeled off her blouse and bra, turned to wrap 
herself around the R&D Director.  With one arm she 
pulled his face down to hers, while she used her other 
hand to rid herself of her skirt and panties.  Cameras 
flashed throughout the room, and reporters with video 
and cell phone cameras rushed forward to get better 
angles.  I kept the RMFG focused on the naked woman, 
hoping she would absorb its full effect.  Apparently 
she did, for she put her best effort into an attempted 
rape of the three men, and it was all photographed, 
videoed, and then later broadcast (albeit greatly 
edited) that night on the 6:00 and 11:00 news.

The following day, Ann and her colleagues received the 
credit they deserved, plus a nice bonus, and they were 
told a new department chairman would be appointed as 
soon as possible.  Ann never asked why or how it all 
happened.  She simply smiled knowingly at me, and that 
night she didn't need the RMFG to show me her 
appreciation.




Chapter 6 - The Party

Coincidences just kept coming.  You can be certain I'm 
not complaining.  Nor am I becoming overtly 
superstitious.  Someone recently suggested that we 
create our own coincidences by the way we live.  Wow!  
I wonder what that says about Ann and me?

A few days after the news conference, Ann came home 
from work suggesting that we host a party at our 
house.  

"Okay," I agreed, remembering fun I had with those 
five naked wives at our last party.  I was, however, 
quite curious what my wife had in mind for this 
gathering.  "Who would you invite?"

"You know the couples at the Halloween Party?" she 
began.  "Well, I was thinking of inviting the girls."

"Not the men?" I asked, becoming thoroughly confused.

She grinned and shook her head.  "Just the girls."

"So where do I fit in?" I asked.  "You said we should 
have a party.  Sounds more like it's going to be just 
a hen party.  If so, well, the last time I check my 
equipment, I don't qualify."

"Oh, no," Ann laughed.  "You're definitely in.  We 
will need you.  Especially your equipment," she 
laughed.

"Equipment?" I asked, trying to tease her. 

"You know what I mean.  Your remote magnetic thingy, 
or whatever it's called."  Ann laughed, paused for 
several moments, then added, "And your other thing, 
too.  You should find good use for that equipment, 
too, because I recall that magnetic field doesn't 
satisfy a woman.  It only creates the craving.  Now, 
can you honestly tell me you're not interested in 
taking advantage of five sexually starved ladies?"

"Five?  Plus you.  That's six.  Ann, there's no way I 
can handle six women in one night.  Not even five.  
Lately, you've been about all I can satisfy, not that 
I'm complaining, of course.  I'm just being realistic.  
You well recall that at that last party, I was shot 
after just one climax."

"Oh, I'm absolutely certain you will be able to handle 
it," she smiled.  "Trust me.  I'm sure it will all 
work out to everyone's satisfaction.  Including 
yours."

Her attitude told me there was more to the story than 
she was telling.  A lot more, in fact, but I do trust 
her, and if she thought I was up to the challenge, 
then I was certainly not going to disagree.  Five in 
one night?  Wow!  I would do my best to rise to the 
occasion.  (Pun intended)  But it all seemed totally 
impossible. 

The more I thought about it, the more skeptical I 
became of being able to take on five ladies in one 
night.  Oh, sure, I had screwed with each of them at 
the previous party, but not one of them had reached 
her climax with me.  Then there was the added factor 
of the RMFG.  Even under normal circumstance, none of 
these ladies would satisfy easily.  Under the 
influence of the magnetic wave, those women could 
become insatiable.  I had no idea what it would take 
to satisfy that many after they had been zapped.  

Such thoughts plagued me throughout the night and into 
the next day.  Even so, I trusted my wife and hoped 
she knew what she was doing.  The following evening, 
Ann informed me that she had spoken with each of the 
ladies at work, and all of them had accepted her 
invitation.  "Oh, excuse me," she added, "our 
invitation."

"Do they know I'll be the only man here?" I asked.

"No, I didn't mention you.  In fact, I didn't even 
hint there might be anything sexual about this party," 
she grinned.  "I didn't want them to come expecting 
anything like that.  If there's going to be any sexual 
activity at the party, it will be purely spontaneous."

"How will you arrange that?"

"Ever heard of spin the bottle?" she asked.  It was a 
rhetorical question.  "What I have in mind is a simple 
little parlor game in which the person to whom the 
bottle points will get zapped by your RMFG.  Of 
course, she won't know that's what's happening.  I'll 
explain that it's a bit of magic spell I can cast.  
That will keep them guessing.  You will run the remote 
secretly.  And," she added gleefully, "you get the 
benefits.  All the benefits.  Except I get to watch."

"And I'm supposed to hold up (pardon the pun) under 
the pummeling of five women?  Thanks for the 
compliment, My Dear, but I fear you greatly 
overestimate my stamina."

"I told you before that I will take care of that.  
You'll only have to screw one girl at a time, and I'll 
keep you well lubricated.  Don't worry.  You'll do 
just fine."

Even so, my doubts did not wane during the ensuing 
days.  Finally, the party night eventually arrived.  
So did the ladies.  All five of them.

Phyllis was the first to arrive, surprisingly, for she 
had appeared to me to be the least sociable of the 
group, except, of course, for Anita, but that was 
because of Anita's job description, which, even though 
she was not a lab worker like the others, gave her a 
supervisory role in handling the office duties.  
Regardless, Phyllis arrived and seemed genuinely happy 
to have been invited.  

Previously, Ann had requested that I busy myself in 
the basement until she called for me.  Nevertheless, I 
could hear most of what was transpiring as the ladies 
arrived.

Kim came next.  Again, this was a surprise, for she 
had appeared in the early part of the previous party 
to be the shyest person present.  All that had 
changed, of course, as the evening had progressed, and 
apparently that party had brought her out of her 
shell.  And now she was so comfortable in coming that 
apparently she didn't want to be late.

Marge had hosted the Halloween Party and seemed 
positive that something exotic was going to happen 
when Ann invited her, although my wife assured me she 
said nothing about sex in the conversation.  That was 
fine, I assured her, but I also remembered while 
nothing had been said about sex in the invitation to 
Marge's party, sex became the main theme.  And the 
main activity.

Lisa arrived soon after Marge, already aflutter with 
questions about what was being planned.  She teased 
Ann for not wearing the hostess apron, as Lisa had 
done at the other party.  "It was the least you could 
do," she told Ann.  Ann replied that the apron was 
less than the least, for it simply showed off too 
much.  "Just wait," I heard Ann whisper.

Finally, Anita arrived, and I knew the activities were 
about to begin. I was alternately eager and anxious, 
frightened and fighting a growing erection just 
thinking about the possibilities promised by the five 
...no, six ladies upstairs.

Ann served drinks and canapés, and then began by 
asking if any of the ladies might be interested in a 
financial investment.  "You know, after the events 
pertaining to that farce of a news conference," she 
explained, "we're now in a position of power.  We know 
about the company's new product, and we're in a 
position to use it."  

There were several questions, which Ann fielded with 
simple answers.  "Yes, the company owns the product, 
and we've made sure the company patents limit their 
ownership to its use among bovines.  That means we can 
file for patents on alternative ways in which it can 
be used.  Our investments would pay for a business 
start-up and for advertising the product.  I'm certain 
we can realize considerable return on our investment."

Again, there were questions, but this time Ann 
generalized her response.  Anita was the one who 
probed hardest.  She said, "Ann, you know the balm is 
developed strictly for use on the female bovine.  
Bluntly, it is nothing but an improved bag balm."  

From what I could hear, the other ladies seemed to 
agree.  

"Oh, I think this 'bag balm,' as you call it," Ann 
countered, "has the potential to be used in ways which 
will bring in far more money than sales to the dairy 
industry will ever provide."  I listened carefully as 
Ann countered with her dare, "If I can prove to you 
that it has other uses, uses that are totally safe and 
extremely dramatic, do you think you might be 
interested?"

I couldn't make out all that was said, but in the 
final consensus all the ladies agreed they were 
interested.  To what extent they were interested 
enough to become involved would depend on the 
demonstration.

"All right, girls," Ann began.  "You'll have to trust 
me on this, because I can't afford to reveal the 
secret until you have been convinced it works.  Fair 
enough?"  They agreed.

"We're going to play a game," she announced.  "It's 
the old fashioned game of spin the bottle."  I heard a 
couple of groans.  "To make it interesting," she 
continued, "we all need to sit down on the floor."

"Why on the floor?" someone asked.

"You'll just have to trust me on this," Ann assured 
them.  "There's just one thing we need to agree on 
before we begin.  Once we start, we're all in it until 
the game is done.  There's no backing out.  Is that 
understood?"  They agreed.  Ann pressed it further, 
"No matter what happens, no one drops out until the 
game is complete."  Again, they agreed.

"All right," Ann continued, "Now, the five of you make 
yourself comfortable in a circle on the floor.  Use 
the pillows from the couch or whatever.  I'll go get 
my magic bottle."  She came part way down the steps 
and whispered to me.  "Get undressed," she ordered.  
"Completely.  Then come part way up the stairs.  You 
will be able to see past the end of the couch without 
the girls knowing you are here.  Okay?"

"If you say so," I agreed, "but then what?"

"They will all be watching the bottle," she said.  
"They have no reason to look around or see you.  You 
watch the bottle, too, and as soon as it points at one 
of the girls, you give that girl a full burst with 
your little zapper."  She almost laughed out loud, 
then added, "And then we'll see the results of this 
little experiment."

"But why do I have to get undressed?" I insisted, 
still hesitant about her plans for me.

"Silly boy," she laughed.  "When these girls get 
zapped, they are going to demand sex, and there's not 
another erection in the house to fill their need.  
Guess who's elected?"  She laughed again.  "There are 
five of them up there, you lucky man.  This is your 
reward for being so nice to me after that last party.  
So, get ready!"  With that, she was gone.

I could hear the girls shuffling around upstairs as 
they settled on the floor.  Once more I was obedient 
to my wife's command.  I double-checked the battery in 
my remote, then stripped off all my clothing and 
climbed part-way up the stairs.  Ann was right.  From 
there I could around the end of the sofa.  The girls 
were sprawled about on the floor in a circle.  Ann was 
facing my direction, so all the girls were looking 
away from me.  Instead, they were watching Ann as she 
toyed with an old catsup bottle, moving it in circles 
hypnotically.  In a very quiet, mysterious voice, she 
explained how a special charm had been placed on this 
bottle, and whoever it pointed to would react in 
strange ways.

"Yeah, sure," Anita said bluntly.  "Come on, Ann.  
Let's get on with the game so we can learn about your 
investment idea."

Without warning, Ann spun the bottle.  We all watched 
intently to see who would be chosen.  The spinning 
bottle finally slowed, then stopped.  It pointed 
directly at Anita.

She raised her hands to her face in sudden amazement, 
and all the girls clapped and cheered.  All eyes were 
fixed on Anita to see what would happen.  No one 
looked anywhere near my direction as I raised the 
remote and pressed the button.  Thankfully, the range 
of the magnetic field is quite narrow, so I was able 
to single out Anita without affecting any of the other 
women.

Immediately, Anita's face suddenly changed from shock 
to awe.  She had been sitting with her feet tucked 
under her hips, but she suddenly flopped forward full 
length on the floor until she was lying on her 
stomach.  Quickly, she rolled over on to her back.  
Her hips bucked, and I thought for a moment she was 
going to do a stripper's bump and grind while lying 
down.  Instead, she jumped to her feet and began 
running her hands all over her body.  In less than a 
minute she had dropped her business-like attitude and 
become a sultry, sexy vixen.  She purred and swayed, 
and then she began to strip.  Desperately she jerked 
off her skirt and blouse, then her bra and panties.  
Her naked body swayed and swiveled as if she were in 
the advance stages of orgasm, but it wouldn't come.  
Instead, her breathing became more heavy, and she 
gasped for air.  She rubbed both hands between her 
legs, then dropped to her knees.  Once down, she lay 
backward on the floor, then spread her legs and began 
to scream, "Please, please, I need a man in me.  I 
need to come.  Somebody help me before I burn up 
inside!"

"I think I have what you need here," Ann spoke up as 
she signaled me to come on in.  Hesitantly, I obeyed.  
Ann met me at the top of the stairs, and when the 
girls saw me, they squealed and clapped.  Ann led me 
toward the convulsing Anita.  I say that she led me 
...actually, she gripped my erection firmly in her hand, 
which I thought was a strange way to lead me around, 
especially since her fingers seemed especially wet, 
but the way Ann did it made it appear that she was 
offering, not me but my erection to Anita.  So I 
ignored how she held me.  And how moist her hand felt.

"Yes, yes," Anita cried.  "Take me!  Put that thing in 
me and do it now!  Do it!  Do it!" 

I looked down as she held out her arms toward me.  Her 
legs were spread wide, and her pubic hair was dripping 
wet.  She looked lovely, and since I had my wife's 
approval, I obediently dropped to my knees above her.  
She was already so wet that I slipped easily into her, 
even as she bucked and bounced.  Soon I was able to 
match her rhythm, and this time there was no 20-second 
timer to interrupt us.  She gave me quite a ride, a 
wonderful ride.  She bucked and bounced in complete 
abandon until finally she came.  When she came, so did 
I, but then she kept going.  Even after I had exploded 
within her, she continued gyrating and thrusting until 
she had squeezed me completely dry.  I felt like I 
deposited half my insides into her belly. 

When I rose and looked around, the other women were 
staring in amazement, not at me, but at Anita, who 
sported a tremendously happy, satisfied smile.  "Thank 
you," she laughed, standing suddenly and planting a 
sloppy kiss on my lips.  "Wow!  That was great!" she 
smiled.

"All right," Ann interrupted, "let's pay attention 
here.  We're not done.  I'm going to spin the bottle 
again."  

This time did not need to hide myself, but I sat on 
the couch where I could secretly run the remote.  Even 
so, the ladies paid no attention to me, but instead 
fixed their attention on what Ann was doing with the 
bottle.  It was then, as I sat waiting, that I 
realized I still had my erection.  A big one.  It 
should have wilted ...at least I would normally expect 
it to sag, but there was no time to worry about it 
right then.  Ann had already spun the bottle.  I 
readied my remote and watched as it slowed.

Phyllis screamed loudly when the bottle pointed at 
her.  I'm still not certain if she screamed because 
she was selected by the bottle or because my RMFG beam 
hit her almost immediately.  Perhaps Phyllis was 
already starving for sex.  Who knows?  The moment the 
beam hit her, she jumped to her feet and starting 
running around the room like a puppy just freed from 
its traveling cage.  "I'm it!" she screamed.  Over and 
over she shouted, "I'm it!"  Each time she circled the 
room she stripped off another article of clothing.

Quickly, I cut the power, hid the remote under a 
pillow, and watched.  There was really nothing sexy 
about it.  In fact, it was more of a funny comedy, 
watching her antics as she became the naked lady.  
Apparently it took her awhile to identify the feelings 
within her, but when she realized her craving was 
purely sexual, she stopped right in front of me, 
rotating her hips as her pendulous breasts swayed 
seductively.

"Ann," she called over her naked shoulder.  "Ann, may 
I borrow your husband?  I need him to put out this 
fire inside me.  Ann?"

My wife came and pulled me to my feet.  "Phyllis, I'll 
be happy to loan you my husband, but first let me get 
him prepared for you."  From her pocket she pulled a 
small tube of ointment, from which she squirted a 
small amount in her hand.  As she smiled at me, she 
rubbed the salve all over my erection.  "There," she 
smiled.  "Now, I think he's ready for you, Phyllis."  

Hardly has she spoken when Phyllis tackled me.  It was 
a wrestler's take-down, for she slumped backward on to 
the floor and pulled me down on top of her.  Maybe it 
was the ointment Ann had rubbed on me, maybe Phyllis 
was already moist, or maybe she was much larger than I 
remembered from our previous meeting, but I slid into 
her so easily that I wondered how either of us would 
get much satisfaction from our intercourse.

I need not have been concerned.  She had a need, and 
she proceeded to fill it.  I obliged, and within a few 
minutes I surprised myself by shooting a load deep 
within her.  When she rose from the floor, there was a 
white rivulet streaming down her leg.  "Ann," she 
laughed, "do you mind if I borrow your bathroom?  I 
need to clean up this mess I made."

Ann pointed the way to the bathroom, and in the 
process while the others were distracted she applied 
another dab of ointment to my erection.  Even after 
two ladies, my pecker still stood up like a solid 
sentinel, ready for action.  I was amazed.  My wife 
seemed quite pleased as she reached up and whispered, 
"I told you it would work."  Then she kissed my lips 
lightly and returned to the floor where she picked up 
the bottle and prepared for the next spin.

This time it was Marge who was selected.  I pressed 
the button and instantly Marge rocked back on her 
heels.  She lifted her hips off the floor and began 
thrusting her pelvis in orgasmic gyrations.  I kept 
the power on her for longer than I had the other two, 
remembering how she had demanded at the party that I 
show her what Ann had been bragging about.  I'm not 
sure if she got what she wanted from me at that 
previous party, but I intended for her to get a full 
dose tonight.

She started to stand up, but instead sat backward, 
where she lay writhing and moaning.  Then she pulled 
up her skirt and literally tore off her panties, 
baring her crotch so she could pump her fingers in an 
out of her bald slit.  After a moment of energetic 
masturbation, she moaned, "Oh, this is not working!  
It's not working!  Ann, get your man over here.  I 
need to use him.  I need to screw him.  You did this 
to me, Ann, so I need you to fix me.  Help!"

I took my time, enjoying watching as she waited so 
impatiently.  As I knelt over her, I waved my erection 
over her belly, teasing her, but she was desperate and 
would have none of it.  Grabbing my erection with both 
hands, she pulled me into position, and then her hips 
rose as she sucked me inside.  Previously, I had 
thought Anita had given me a ride, but Marge was a 
pro.  She knew how to satisfy herself, and she was 
willing to use me to do it.  I stayed the course, 
allowing her to do the work.  Never before had I 
received such a thorough workout with the inner 
muscles of the female anatomy.  It was great!  
Eventually, I could hold out no longer, and I emptied 
another load of sperm.  That was three times tonight.  
How could this be? I wondered.  

Even after I pulled free, Marge continued to lie on 
the floor, undulating as her orgasm diminished ever so 
slowly.  Waves of pleasure convulsed her body at 
frequent intervals.  "Wow, that was a good one," she 
laughed between spasms.  "You better hang on to him, 
Ann, or I'll take him home with me."

"I doubt that Bill would approve," Ann laughed as she 
helped me to my feet and said to me, "You had better 
sit down and rest a few minutes."  As she spoke, she 
leaned close to me and inconspicuously coated my 
erection with yet another dollop of salve.  "Having 
fun?" she asked with a broad smile.  I didn't answer 
because she was not only greasing my erection but also 
thoroughly coating my scrotum with her salve.  "That 
should keep you active," she added.  "What is that 
stuff?" I asked.  But she was already gone and had 
returned to the living room floor.  There were only 
two ladies remaining when she spun the bottle.  I 
reached for the remote, and a moment later I was 
aiming it at Kim.

When the jolt hit Kim, she reacted in a way that would 
make any true gymnast proud.  Without a word, she did 
an instant back flip and landed on her feet.  Even 
more amazing, her dress was still lying on the floor 
where she had been sitting.  She had, quite literally, 
leapt out of her dress when she flipped.  For a 
moment, she stood there, wearing only her panties and 
bra, looking first at Ann and then at me.  Then she 
abandoned her remaining two garments and, totally 
naked, did a sudden forward flip which brought her 
across the room to where I sat on the couch.  But she 
didn't stop there.  She just kept coming, right up on 
to my lap, where she wrapped both her arms around my 
neck, then planted her open mouth against mine, 
probing with her very active tongue, while she wiggled 
her bottom around and around until she successfully 
impaled herself on my throbbing erection.

Kim was my fourth woman in less than an hour, and I 
could hardly believe I had anything left.  But I did.  
And I thoroughly enjoyed Kim's athletic prowess, as 
she bounced up and down on my lap, stroking my 
erection with each bounce and squeezing me with her 
strong, internal muscles.  She completely lost herself 
in what she was doing and paid no attention to anyone 
else as she alternately tipped back her head in a loud 
moan, then buried her tongue in my mouth as she 
hungrily worked to slake her sexual desire.

Her actions lifted my satisfaction to new heights.  
Then, over her shoulder, I saw Ann smiling and nodding 
her approval.  On beyond Ann, I was surprised to see 
Lisa stand up and remove her blouse.  Meanwhile, Kim 
continued to attack me with every sexual stimulation 
she could imagine, both for her benefit and mine.  I 
forgot about Lisa for several moments, but when I 
looked back at her, she was completely naked and 
standing in the middle of the room watching Kim and me 
in rapt wonderment.  Her beautiful brown breasts were 
heaving with her heavy breathing, and I thought she 
was about to join us on the couch.

At that moment, Kim's moans became a scream, as she 
unleashed herself in total surrender to an 
earthshaking orgasm, which I was privileged to enjoy 
with her.  The moment was fantastic, and I felt sad 
when it ended.

Hardly, however, had she lifted herself off my lap, 
when I heard Lisa say, "Ann, I don't know what your 
man's doing to these girls, but I want some of it.  
Can we just skip the bottle and get on to the main 
event?"  She was standing up close to me now, and it 
was obvious she was already dripping moisture from her 
shaved pubic lips.  I wondered how I would be able to 
handle her anxious enthusiasm.

Ann said, "Just a moment.  I think he needs a moment 
of rest."  She came to me quickly, and once again 
bathed my scrotum with the balm from the tube in her 
pocket.  For a moment, she held my erection firmly in 
her hand, then kissed my cheek as she whispered, "One 
more.  Now, go ahead an zap her."  Ann kissed me again 
as I retrieved the remote, and when she stepped away I 
obediently aimed it at the naked Lisa and pressed the 
button.

"Criminey crickets!" Lisa chirped as her body reacted 
to the magnetic wave.  I still don't know what the 
exact effect that magnetic field has on a woman's 
internal organs and glands, but I know the effect is 
both immediate and dramatic.  Even under normal 
circumstances, as she exhibited at the previous party, 
Lisa is an extremely sensual lady, but once she felt 
that magnetic beam she became as single-minded as a 
sexually-programmed robot.  She knew what she wanted.  
The erection between my legs was it, and she quickly 
determined to insert it between her legs.  For a few 
moments, she danced for me, as if I needed further 
stimulation.  She held her hands high above her head 
while she writhed in sexually symbolic rhythms, acting 
out the entire act of coitus with an unseen, imaginary 
partner, all the while standing so close to me that 
our knees touched.  

Then, of a sudden, she pulled me to my feet, engaging 
me and including me in her sensuous dance, only this 
time the coitus was real.  She pulled me between her 
legs, and even though I didn't know it was possible, 
she slipped my erection deep within her so that we 
were actually doing the big nasty while standing up 
and dancing around the room.  She led while I obeyed.  
She thrust herself against me, and I gave myself in 
joyous response.  Thus did our dance continue, all 
around the room.  The other ladies were clapping in 
rhythm to Lisa's thrusts.  Then she forced me up 
against the wall, where she had more leverage, and she 
pumped her loins against me until she came.  
Surprisingly, I joined her with yet another explosion 
of sperm.  Eventually Lisa slowed down, pressed her 
breasts tight against me and kissed me lovingly.

"All right, that's enough," Ann interrupted.

Reluctantly, I pulled free from the still-undulating 
Lisa.  Then I noticed that most of the other girls 
were fingering themselves, obviously still responding, 
either to what they had just seen or following up on 
the remnants of their own recent intercourse.  None of 
them had bothered to get dressed.

I collapsed on the couch, enjoying the view of five 
naked ladies.  And the macho satisfaction that I had 
just done the impossible.  I had screwed five horney 
women to complete satisfaction.

My wife smiled at me sweetly.  "What you have just 
witnessed," Ann informed the group, "and what you have 
participated in is a practical demonstration of the 
new balm we've developed."  The ladies all applauded 
boisterously.  

"Now, I know," Ann continued, "that this ointment was 
intended to be used as a 'bag balm,' as Anita called 
it, but we have found it has remarkable restorative 
powers for the male of the species.  We used it on one 
of the bulls at the research ranch, and we were able 
to keep his erection viable for two full days!  During 
that time, that bull serviced eighteen cows.  Even 
after that many, he was still going strong, but we 
stopped the experiment for fear of doing some unknown 
damage to him."  

Ann paused a moment, then continued, "Now, tonight 
each of you have given my husband the ride of his 
life.  I doubt there are many men who could have stood 
up under the onslaught of even one of you ladies, but 
he has just taken on five of you in the past two 
hours, and...," she bent down and kissed my still erect 
member, "I believe he is still up to the occasion in 
case anyone needs additional relief."  They all 
laughed.  I had my doubts. "What we have proven," Ann 
continued as she held up her tube of ointment, "is 
that this balm is effective for males, even effective 
for males of the human species.  You are proof of 
that.  So, now, let's go back to the idea of financial 
investments.  How much do you think this little tube 
would be worth, if men and women knew what it could 
accomplish?"

And that's how we became financially independent.  It 
was a great party!

~~~~~~

NOTE:  Before reading any farther, you should read the other 
Libido Lane stories.  Characters which were introduced in the 
other stories will now appear in this story.  Especially, you 
should first read "Marie's Affair."

Chapter 7, Neighbors

Ann smiled that in her mischievous way, when she has 
something sexy to say.  Then she asked, every so 
casually, "Have you ever met Judith?" 

"Judith?" I asked.  "Judith who?"

"The Judith who lives next door."  Her slight smile 
became an overt grin.

"If I have, then I don't remember her," I admitted.  
We were eating our Friday evening meal, and at that 
point I was less interested in neighbors than the 
steak Ann had just pulled from the Jenn Air grill on 
the kitchen counter.  

"Well," Ann laughed, "if you had met her, I'm certain 
you would have remembered her!"  She delivered her own 
steak to the table and sat facing me.  "She's very 
pretty.  In fact, she's outright beautiful.  And she's 
a nudist."

She had me.  No, I had not met this Judith, especially 
if she was a pretty nudist.  The term seemed like an 
oxymoron.  Even so, I certainly did want to meet her.  
I sliced off another bite of steak, then realized Ann 
was watching me closely.  All right.  I'll ask, "Does 
she swing?"

Ann laughed right out loud, then answered, "Apparently 
not openly, but she has some kind of connection with 
our next-door neighbors, the ones on the other side.

"You mean...."  I point left, then right.  "You mean, 
they do it, on both sides of us, and we didn't know?"

"Well, we do now.  According to what Judith told me, 
she found out Randy, that's her husband, was doing the 
nasty with Marie, who lives on the other side of us.  
Rather than break up either home, they have, well, 
sort of merged.  All six of them, because Marie and 
Brett have two adult children who are in on the deal."

"And how did Judith come to confess all this to you?" 
I asked.

"Oh, I caught Judith out in the back yard... I mean, she 
was there ...in her altogether.  She was quite surprised 
when she realized I saw her, but once she collected 
herself, she came right out and told me what was going 
on.  And she said she feels sorry for Theresa.  That's 
Marie's daughter.  Theresa's eighteen, you see, and 
she won't have anything to do with Randy, because he 
had this affair with her mother.  She won't have sex 
with her father or brother, which is understandable.  
And yet all this sexual activity is going on between 
everyone else in her family, and she's getting no 
release."

"Everybody else?" I asked.

"Well, Marie is screwing Randy, and Judith said she 
screws both the father and the son, but the daughter 
is left out."

"So, a real-life soap opera has developed right next 
door, on both sides of us.  I'm not sure I can keep us 
with all the characters in this story."  Ann laughed 
while I scratched my head.  It dawned on me that, 
considering all the sexual activity which my wife and 
I had recently enjoyed, I dare not be critical of my 
neighbors.  I was not, however, sure of what Ann had 
in mind in telling all this stuff.

"Well," Ann grinned salaciously, "Maybe it would help 
if we became somewhat acquainted with our neighbors.  
It might be a lot of fun."

"Oh?  You've told me about a pretty nudist and a left-
out daughter.  So what's in it for you?"

"Curiosity.  Maybe more.  I hear the father and son 
next door are major hunks.  I mean, unless you are 
opposed to my sampling a couple of the neighborhood 
men?"

"Well, as I recall, we've both already sampled the 
people you work with ...and their husbands."

"True.  And, correct me if I'm wrong, but we both 
enjoyed that."  She smiled a moment, then added, "I 
understand Marie is not bad looking, either.  And, 
what's more, because of our neighbor's indiscretions, 
both Marie and Randy are - would you say - captive to 
their families right now."

"What do you mean by captive?"

"Well, Judith told me she gave Randy an ultimatum:  He 
could move out and take nothing with him, or he could 
remain as her personal sex slave.  He chose to stay."

"Now, that is weird!"

"There's more," Ann continued.  "Brent and his two 
children drew up a contract with Marie with much the 
same terms, and she agreed."

"Contract?" I asked.  "Such as...?"

"Well, according to Judith, Marie was required to 
throw out all her clothing, except for a couple of 
cotton dresses she can wear to the market.  Other than 
that, she is not allowed to wear any clothes without 
the family's permission."

"I thought you said Judith is the nudist?"

"That's her choice.  It seems she found out she enjoys 
sex so much that she just doesn't bother any more to 
get dressed, and her husband has to service her 
anytime she's in the mood."

For awhile I simply stared.  All I could think was 
what a strange neighborhood we live in.  And I didn't 
know any of this was going on.  Of course, I was quick 
to realize, none of our neighbors knew what Ann and I 
had been doing, either.  Overwhelmed by the 
conversation, I concentrated on my meal.

After a moment, Ann broke the silence, "We're invited 
to a party."

"You didn't tell what's-her-name about the RMFG, did 
you?"

"Oh, heavens, no!"  She smiled.  "And her name is 
Judith.  No, I didn't mention your fun gadget.  I 
thought we might add our own special touch to the 
party."

"And where, may I ask, is this party to be held?"

"Next door, at Judith's house.  She's inviting us 
...along with our other neighbors next door.  There will 
be eight of us."

"When?"

Ann glanced up at the clock, then smiled 
mischievously, "In an hour.  You have just time to 
finish your steak, take a shower, and get dressed.  So 
move it."

Wow! I thought.  Another command for me to obey.  This 
one's going to be easy.  So I simply asked, "Well, 
Ann, what should I wear?"

"Whatever you like.  But if these people are anything 
like what Judith claims, then I suppose we should both 
wear clothes that are easy to get out of..., if you know 
what I mean."  Her impish grin was back.  She pushed 
her plate away and stood up.  "So..., I think I will go 
pick out something ...interesting to wear."  With that 
she was gone.  Oh, my, I thought.  I really never know 
what to expect when I come home on a Friday evening!


 Chapter 8, Introductions

Another party, I thought, with people I have never 
met.  Except these are my next-door neighbors.  Well, 
a person never knows....  So, there we were, once more, 
standing at a front door, looking nervously at each 
other, wondering which of us should ring the bell.  I 
looked cautiously at Ann.  She had finally decided to 
wear her little "all purpose dress," as she like to 
call it, the short, red dress with the deeply scooped 
neckline.  I assume that as usual she wore nothing 
underneath it.  

"Am I over-dressed?" she had asked when she saw I had 
opted for a polo shirt and cargo shorts.  

"Hardly," I assured her.  Indicating what I was 
wearing, I said, "You told me to wear something I 
could get out of easily."

"That was my plan, too," she smiled.  "Judith told me 
it really didn't matter what we wore, but you never 
know."  

Now, there we were.  I finally rang the bell, and a 
few moments later the door was opened by a man I did 
not recognize.  Ann gasped audibly.  He was naked.  
Completely.  Well, almost.  What I saw first was the 
bright purple erection he sported, bound and sustained 
by an over-sized cock ring.  It was wound tight up 
against his body, apparently cutting off circulation 
to both his penis and scrotum.  I couldn't imagine the 
pain he must feel. 

"Hello," he said crisply, his attempt to smile was 
awkward, nervous.  "Judith said you were invited, so 
come on in and make yourselves at home."  He stepped 
back and held the door open for us.  Then he added, 
"I'm Randy."

I started to ask if that was his name or how he was 
feeling, but the way he ogled Ann I decided it was 
both.  Ann's smile told me she appreciated his 
attention, and the sway of her hips was somewhat 
exaggerated as she strutted past him.  I followed, 
noting that watching Ann's wiggling bottom was already 
sending nice sensations through my loins.  This 
already promises to be an interesting evening, I 
decided.

"Show them into the living room," a pleasant female 
voice called from somewhere back in the house.  "I'll 
be there in a few minutes."

"Come this way," Randy tried once more to smile, then 
led the way down a short hallway and into a 
comfortable room with over-stuffed furniture.  "Sit 
wherever you like," Randy invited.  "Just make 
yourselves at home."  He paused, "Anywhere but that 
straight-back chair.  It's mine."  He indicated a 
wooden kitchen chair opposite the couch.  It looked 
most uncomfortable compared with the rest of the 
furniture in the room, and I deduced that it had been 
brought into the room as part of whatever was going on 
between him and his wife.

Ann chose to sit on the couch, even though the 
cushions were soft and so low and that when she sat 
her short skirt hiked up almost to the point of non-
existence.  My loins twitched again at the sight of so 
much skin.  She crossed her legs, and then of them 
were on view, all the way up.  Randy stared but said 
nothing.

Just then, Judith entered the room, carrying a serving 
tray with a pitcher and four glasses.  "Ice tea, 
anyone?"  Yes, I thought immediately, Please!  I need 
the ice to cool me down.  Why not?  Judith, like her 
husband, was completely naked.  Well, except for high 
heels and the serving tray.  Her full breasts swayed 
gently.  They were quite firm and erect.  She set the 
tray on the over-sized coffee table and when she 
straightened up I realized her pubic hair was trimmed 
into a narrow line less than an inch wide.  Now, Ann 
is very proud of her thatch of hair, and I love it.  I 
think it makes her look complete.  Even so, Judith's 
nearly-bald pubic mound was certainly attractive.  
Apparently she thought so, too, for she posed 
purposely before us, obviously intending us to assess 
her assets, all of them.  Her smile promised a great 
party.  "I imagine the other neighbors will be along 
soon, so I'll bring in more glasses."  She turned and 
let her tight bare buns sway seductively as she left 
the room.

"Down, boy!" Ann whispered softly.  "You may get to 
ride that later, but don't be too quick.  I want you 
to make sure I'm going to get something out of this 
before you start off on your own."  I nodded my 
agreement.  And she smiled.  The door bell rang.

Randy rose stiffly from his chair (no pun intended) 
and marched awkwardly from the room.  Ann leaned 
toward me and whispered, "Did you bring your remote?"  
I patted a pocket on my cargo pant leg.  "Good," she 
continued to whisper, "I'm anxious to see what it will 
do with Judith's naked body."

"Me, too," I grinned.

There were voices in the hallway, then Judith came in 
with more glasses.  The neighbors followed her.  First 
came a handsome young stud, maybe a dozen years 
younger than myself.  I sensed Ann straighten her 
shoulders when he entered.  I glanced at her, and sure 
enough she was thrusting out her breasts.  Probably 
the son, I surmised.  Behind the stud was a tall 
gentleman, probably ten years older than I am.  Must 
be Brett, I guessed.  Both he and his son wore cotton 
shirts and dockers.  Comfortable, I thought.  
Washable.  Easy to remove.  Immediately behind the men 
came a lady, whom I presumed to be the boy's mother.  
The simple kimono she wore was tied with a sash.  The 
kimono was so short that her long legs were in full 
view.  I started to speculate on what she might be 
wearing under the slight robe, but the man turned to 
her and said, "All right, Marie, we're in off the 
street.  Hang it up."

The woman looked nervously at Ann and me, but 
obediently untied the sash and slipped out of the 
kimono, which she simply dropped on the floor just 
inside the door.  She was naked, except for her high 
heels and the gold hoop rings dangling from her 
pierced nipples.  

"Ooh, that's nice," I heard Ann whisper beside me.  I 
was wondering how I could make a closer inspection 
when the girl came in.  Her short skirt flipped as she 
walked, reminding me of the one Ann wore during our 
sexy ping pong game, and her blouse ...well, it was more 
of a thin sweater ...was pulled so tight over her ample 
breasts that her nipples made interesting bulges in 
the material.  Her long blonde hair was tied in a 
loose pony tail.  Somehow, she seemed a vision on 
contrasts.  Her attire indicated abandoned sensuality, 
but her puckered lips revealed innate reserve.  So 
this is the girl, I surmised, who's being left out....

While I pondered the evening's possibilities, Judith 
and Ann made introductions.  Then Judith explained, 
"We're here simply to enjoy an evening together.  We 
have only one rule here, and that rule is that no one 
has to do anything he does not really want to do.  On 
the other hand, if you are unwilling to go along with 
another person's request, then you will be asked to 
leave immediately.  Is that understood?"  

Everyone else nodded, so I agreed also.

"Now, let's get started," Judith continued.  "Marie, I 
think Randy is about to burst.  I've had him bound up 
all afternoon, ever since I invited you to come 
tonight, and I would like to make him just a bit more 
miserable."  She gave Brett a crooked smile, "If it's 
all right with you, I'd like for your slave to do a 
little dance for my husband."

"Sounds good," Brett chuckled.  " All right, Marie.  
You heard the request.  It's time for you to dance.  
Show us what you've got."

Ann nudged my leg, indicating the remote.  I nodded, 
then turned my attention to the naked Marie as she 
rose from her chair and moved slowly across the room 
to stand in front of Randy.  Clasping her hands 
together above her head, she began to rotate his naked 
hips in an awkward attempt to appear sexy.  She had a 
nice body, and her movements somewhat erotic, though 
she was a bit too old to have been in much demand at a 
strip club.  Ann whispered, "Not yet."  Marie 
continued her awkward display.  Apparently she had no 
training as a dancer, and she after awhile she began 
to repeat her gyrations.  Ann nudged my leg and 
whispered, "Now."  I slipped my hand into my pocket 
and turned on the RMFG.  

Immediately, Marie's slowly rotating hips jerked into 
an almost professional bump and grind.  How? I 
wondered.  Then I realized her movements were pure, 
unadulterated sexual passion, unbridled and 
uncontrolled.  This was a woman who loved sex and knew 
how to use it.  Her back was to us, so I don't know 
what expression showed on her face, but her body 
became an instant sex machine, writhing and twisting 
in almost uncontrollable passion.  When she reached 
down and started to release Randy's cock ring.  I 
turned off the remote.

"Not yet!" Judith commanded.  "Leave that on for now."

"Do you still have that hook for the doorway?" Brett 
asked.

"Yes, I do," Judith affirmed.  "Randy, go get it and 
put it in."  Randy obeyed, and in a few minutes he had 
installed a ring in the archway that lead into the 
room from the hallway.  Brett instructed Marie to 
stand beneath it, and he fastened her wrists into the 
ring above her head.  The cords were not tight, which 
left her ample room to move about, but she was 
confined to the space within the doorway.

"Now," Brett smiled, "that should keep you out of 
mischief, Marie.  Go on.  Continue your dance."

"But...," she started to protest.

I pressed the power button on my remote.  Marie arched 
her back, thrust her pelvis forward as if she were 
meeting some unseen lover's insertion.  In and out, 
back and forth, the continued thrusting, her mouth 
clinched in desperate determination as she sought to 
satisfy her sudden yearning.  Ann chuckled, and I knew 
she understood quite well what Marie was feeling.  
There would be no relief without actual intercourse, 
and for the moment there was no one both willing and 
able to provide that.

"Oh, please!" Marie pleaded, her body writhing and 
twisting in desperate contortions.  "Give me a cock.  
Somebody screw me, please!"  Her pelvis thrust back 
and forth, up and down, while she bit her lower lip, 
then began to chant, "Do me!  Do me!  Do me!"

Without warning, Randy leapt to his feet and raced 
across the room toward her.  His action was so sudden 
that I did not even think about cutting the power to 
the remote.  

"No!" Judith ordered.  "Leave her alone!"  She stepped 
between Randy and Marie.  In doing so, she moved 
between Marie and me.  The full power of the RMFG hit 
Judith, and nearly every muscle in her body pulsed in 
a sudden spasm.  Since Judith was completely naked, 
the erotic effect was instantly obvious.  With all her 
lovely assets exposed, we could see her intense sexual 
interest revealed throughout her body.

"Hot damn!" she cried out.  "That feels so good...!"  
Turning to face us, she began to dance to some unheard 
rhythm, her breasts bouncing freely until she 
restrained them with her hands.  Her naked pelvis 
twisted in a variety of contortions as she spread her 
legs and revealed the bare folds of her already-
dripping slit.  She did everything Marie had done, but 
she did them better, and her beauty made her moves 
more exciting.  "I'm going to need a man any minute, 
now," she cried out.  "One of you guys had better get 
out of your clothes before I tear them off of you," 
she screamed.  Looking first at Brett, then at me, 
finally at Rick, she demanded, "Who will it be?  I 
need a cock.  Any cock.  Now!"

Brett rose to his feet and began to strip.  Judith 
danced around him like a naked moth attracted to his 
flame, only she was the one obviously on fire.  Randy 
turned back to Marie and released her, then lowered 
her gently to the carpet, where she stretched out in 
obvious fatigue.  Completely caught up in the moment, 
I kept the beam focused on Judith, thoroughly enjoying 
the rhythmic routines of her pulsating naked body.  

Hardly had Brett stepped out of his slacks before 
Judith tackled him, pulling him to the floor, and 
jerking his shorts down out of the way.  A moment 
later she was astride him, impaling herself on his 
erection, then bouncing up and down in total oblivion 
to anyone around.  Ann nodded at me, and I cut the 
power, allowing Judith to give more attention to what 
she was doing.  It was then I realized that even 
without the boost the RMFG gave her, she was an 
extremely talented and sexual woman.  She gave Brett 
an extreme workout before coming to a glorious climax 
which I found exhilarating to watch.  I could only 
dream of how terrific it must have felt.  Then I 
noticed the other three ladies, including my wife, 
were arching their shoulders and spreading their legs 
as if sensing her joy vicariously.


Chapter 9 - The Dance

Theresa seemed to be the most in control when the 
couple completed their copulation.  She poured another 
round of lemonade while Brett gathered his clothing 
from the floor.  He started to pull on his pants, then 
grinned to himself and dropped them on the floor 
beside his chair.  Marie sat on the arm of his chair, 
her legs spread as if to allow her moist privates some 
air to cool down.  He pointed to his now-limp penis, 
which appeared still to be dripping semen.  She nodded 
obediently, then dropped to her knees in front of him 
and licked it clean, sucking away the last droplets 
before returning to her previous position on the arm 
of the chair.  Neither of them spoke, so I presumed 
she obeyed as part of her new family arrangement.

Meanwhile, Theresa had finished filling the glasses 
and stood somewhat defiantly in front me Ann and me.  
"Well, since I've never seen my mother dance like that 
before, and Judith seems to have outdone herself, I 
can only assume that the two of you have something to 
do with their actions."  She set down the pitcher, 
then continued, "So tell me.  What gives?"

Ann looked at me, smiling and leaning toward me as she 
whispered, "Is it all right if I screw the boy?"  

"With or without?" I asked.

"Oh, I want to enjoy this, so very definitely with!"  

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Theresa 
snapped, rather shortly, as if somewhat miffed.  

"Would you like to see my wife dance for you?" I 
asked.

"Well, I sure would," Rick piped up.  "I've been 
wondering what's under that dress."

"And you think if I dance for you then you'll find 
out?" Ann asked sweetly.

Rick gulped, then gave an embarrassed smile, "I can 
only hope."

I heard Ann catch her breath as she pulled herself to 
her feet.  Doing so slid her dress even farther up her 
legs, which already were exposed.  Rick couldn't help 
himself, but leaned forward as she stood so he could 
look down the low neck of her dress.  "Do you like 
what you see?" Ann asked.

"Very much."

"And you want to see more?"  Ann asked as she walked 
slowly across the room, then back.  He didn't answer.  
Her movements were slow, sensuous, but not overtly 
sexy.  She was simply a very lovely lady showing off a 
pretty dress for the gathered people.  She stopped in 
front of Rick, facing him but giving me a side view.  
As she raised her hands above her head, she gave me a 
silent thumbs-up, so quickly that I doubt any other 
others saw it.  It was her signal that she was braced 
and ready.  I pressed the remote's power button.

The effect was immediate.  For a moment, I was afraid 
she might actually fall, but she took a couple of 
quick steps, caught herself, and then her body went 
into action.  Her pelvis began to roll from side to 
side, her hips rolling back and forth in a manner I 
once saw performed by a Tahitian dancer, but she had 
worn a grass skirt.  Previously, when Marie and Judith 
had danced, but both of them had been naked.  Ann wore 
her little red dress, and the pulsating thrusts of her 
body within the dress gave a much more erotic effect 
to her dance ...at least in my opinion, but, of course, 
I'm prejudiced.

"Take if off...!" Brett called out, an instruction 
quickly echoed by both Rick and Judith.  Ann complied.  
While rotating her hips, she slid her dress upward, 
ever so slowly, inch at a time.  I marveled at how she 
could maintain her concentration while accepting the 
full beam of the RMFG.  The magnetic field, I knew, 
was having a major effect on her, but she continued 
slowly lifting her dress until her bouncing bare buns 
came into view.  Then, with a sudden upward pull, she 
jerked the dress over her head and threw it to one 
side.  With her full naked body in view, she turned 
herself loose, concentrating at last on pure 
enjoyment.  Sexual enjoyment.  During the next few 
minutes, she performed about every antic I've ever 
seen a naked girl attempt, on the floor, in the air, 
upside down with her bare bottom fully exposed, and in 
the process she unzipped Rick's pants, extracted his 
erection and in a final leap onto his lap she impaled 
herself, driving his manhood deep inside her revolving 
vulva.

Judith applauded.  So did Brett.  I heard Theresa 
gasp.  Rick let out a moan, as his hips rose to meet 
Ann's thrusts.   She continued to twist and rotate, 
thrusting herself against him, obviously enjoying 
every sensation.  In fact, I'm sure she created new 
ones the young man had never before experienced.  
Maybe I should have been jealous, but seeing her enjoy 
herself so completely freed me of my typical 
possessive feelings and allowed me to enjoy the 
experience with her.  Besides, I was fully aware that 
I would probably soon have my own experience.  I just 
didn't as yet know with whom.

When it became obvious that my wife was exploding in a 
major orgasm, I cut the power.  Several minutes 
elapsed before she began to relax, but finally she 
finished and stood up, allowing Rick's limp cock to 
collapse back into his trousers.  

"Thank you," she said sweetly, "for such a nice ride."  
Then she turned to Theresa and asked, "Now, are you 
ready for your turn?"

"Me?" the girl exclaimed.

"Yes, you.  Who did you think I meant?" Ann quipped.  
You and my husband are the only two here who have not 
had any fun, except for your two sex toys, and I 
understand they don't count.

"Well, you see, I've ...never...."

"She's a virgin," her brother reported.

"You're a what?" Marie exclaimed.  "MY daughter is 
ready for college, and she still hasn't....?  Well, holy 
crap!  I thought for certain that you and Rick were 
getting it on."  

"Marie!  He's my brother."

"So?  What difference does that make?"

"Lots.  At least, Rick and I decided it did.  A lot of 
difference."

During this exchange, Ann sat down beside me, pressing 
her naked flesh against my arm.  "Do you want to pop 
her cherry?" she asked.

"If that's what she wants," I replied.  "If I 
remember, the rules for the evening were that nobody 
has to try anything they're not willing to do.  So it 
will be her decision."

Ann smiled.  "If you're game, I'll take care of her.  
Just give me the remote."  I did.  Then Ann turned 
back to Theresa, holding the remote discreetly between 
her legs so it was hardly visible.  "Theresa, that's a 
mighty nice blouse and skirt you're wearing.  Why 
don't you take them off?"

"I'm not sure...."  

That's as far as she got before the magnetic beam took 
effect.  Being the youngest of the four females, 
Theresa was capable of moves the other three could 
never have managed, even if they knew about them.  And 
being young, what Theresa lacked in experience she 
made up for with enthusiasm.  Years of repressed, 
pent-up sexual urges exploded with her, and she became 
a tigress in heat.  She clawed at her clothing and 
shed it with complete abandon.  Then, freed of such 
artificial confinement, she launched into a naked 
dance worthy of any pagan fertility rite.  I was 
totally enthralled.

"Get your clothes off," Ann instructed me.  "Give her 
a few more minutes, and she will be begging for you."

Ann was correct.  Theresa was insatiable.  I was in 
heaven.  Thank you, Ann!  Thank you, Theresa!  I was 
never quite sure just when her cherry popped.  She 
pulled me down on her as she lay backward on the 
carpet, all the while thrusting her pelvis at mine 
while searching, seeking, demanding, absorbing me into 
her moistness.  She was tight, but pliable.  Her 
muscle tone was terrific, and I quickly realized she 
was enjoying our union even more than I, if that was 
at all possible.  This was not love-making.  This was 
animalistic rutting, brute force balling, plain old 
unabashed sex in its crudest form.  I loved it.  

Deep within her, I shot my load, not caring the least 
if she might get pregnant.  She continued thrusting 
and squeezing long after my erection had vanished, as 
if this was a moment she wanted never to end.  When it 
did, we simply lay together, side by side on the 
floor, gasping for air.  

Finally, Theresa laughed and she gasped for air as she 
said, "I guess this means I'm no longer a virgin."

~~~~

Chapter 10, Sex Toys

"What about us?" Marie asked.  "Randy's in misery over 
there, and I've not had any satisfaction all night."

"Well, well," Judith laughed.  "So our sex toys are 
looking out for each other.  How sweet."  She rose 
from her seat and went to Randy, who was still seated 
in his straight-back wooden chair.  Standing in front 
of him, she massaged her gorgeous breasts seductively, 
then reached down and flicked his engorged penis with 
her finger.  "Is the little man sore?"  Randy could 
only grunt.

"Marie," Judith called.  "Would you like to do the 
honors?"  Marie rose from the arm of Brett's chair, 
where she had remained seated much of the evening, and 
came to stand meekly beside Judith, who turned to 
Brett and asked, "May I give your sex toy some 
explicit instructions?"

"By all means.  If she's going to get any sex tonight, 
make her earn it."

"All right, slave, kneel down here and take Randy's 
prick in your mouth."  Marie complied, awkwardly.  
"Now, you need to keep him in your mouth like that 
while you loosen his cock ring.  There's a snap on the 
side.  Let me warn you, though:  I don't want any mess 
on my carpet here, and I have no idea what or how much 
may come out when you release that ring.  He's been 
bound up all afternoon."  With that, Judith stepped 
back, while Marie began to fumble for the snap.  
Keeping Randy's prick in her mouth meant she could not 
see what she was doing, and it took several minutes 
before she learned how to loosen the ring.  Randy 
gasped loudly, and Marie suddenly was gagging and 
choking, hastily swallowing as the contents of Randy's 
bladder burst forth into her mouth.  

"That's gross," Theresa murmured.  

"I didn't think she could do it," Judith laughed.  

When the liquid finally stopped flowing and Marie came 
up for air, Judith ordered Marie to get down on the 
floor on her back.  "Randy, get on her.  I want to see 
if you can still screw her with that swollen cock."  

He tried, but his erection had deflated.  That's when 
Ann had a suggestion.  "Why don't you have him lie on 
his back?  Marie did such a good job with her mouth, 
maybe she can finish him off that way."

"Good idea," Brett replied.

Obviously relieved, Randy stretched out across the 
carpet.  All eyes were on Marie as she knelt once more 
over him.  All eyes except for me and Ann.  She smiled 
at me knowingly, then nodded.  When Marie's open mouth 
descended over Randy's shaft, I pressed the power 
button on the remote.  Marie bucked so hard that she 
totally missed the limp flab of tissue which was still 
dark purple but no longer engorged enough to be erect.  
Instead, she launched into a repeat of her previous 
pelvic dance, except she was on her knees and Randy 
was right there.  Within moments, she was atop him, 
rubbing her crotch against his penis, desperately 
trying to insert it ...to no avail.  Again and again, 
Marie tried to coax him in to satisfy her increasing 
need, but she could not get a rise out of him.  
Finally, in an act of utter desperation, she slid up 
over his naked body and pressed her crotch against his 
face.  

"Now, it's your turn!" she demanded.  "Do me with you 
tongue.  Lick me!  Suck me!" she commanded.  "NOW!"

Apparently he complied, for a look of satisfaction 
began to form on Marie's face.  Slobbering sounds 
emitted from Randy, and I feared he might choke or 
suffocate, so I turned off the remote.  

One at a time, most of us eventually found our 
clothes.  And after we were dressed, we thanked Judith 
for invited us, then excused ourselves and went home.  

"What an unusual party," Ann commented once we were 
alone.  Back home in our own house, she hesitated for 
a few moments at the foot of the stairs, then turned 
toward me and peeled off her dress.  "I need you to 
make love to me," she announced.  Then, with a sudden 
flare, she said, "No, I want you to screw me.  Hard 
and long.  Right now.  Right here."

"With or without?" I asked, holding up the remote.

"With.  I want this to be a really good one!"  She 
paused, then added, "For you ...and for me"  Before I 
could react, she continued, "Wait.  I'll get the balm.  
I don't want you going limp before I'm done.  Tonight, 
we're going to do the best screwing ever.  So get your 
clothes off.  Now!"


Chapter 11, The Evaluation (Part 1)

Two weeks past.  Pressures at work, Ann's new 
investment business, and duties around the house kept 
us both busy, so that we really didn't talk much about 
the events at our neighbor's that night.  Oh, we made 
time for sex, but it was between us, not anyone else.  
We do, after all, have a very loving, solid marriage.  
We have agreed to keep recreational sex separate from 
our personal relationships.

So it came as a surprise (what else?  It was Friday, 
of course) when my wife announced at the dinner table 
that I should get a good night's sleep.  "Tomorrow," 
she said, "I've enrolled you in a marathon."

"No way," I protested.  "You know I don't run."

"Who said anything about running.  This is a sexual 
marathon."  Pausing with a big grin, she added, "Well, 
no.  Maybe it's more like a relay race, one lap after 
another."

"I don't get it."

"Oh, I think you will.  In fact, you'll need a ready 
supply of my balm, because you're going to get it at 
least three times, all of them tomorrow.  Plus, of 
course, I'll want my share of you also," she laughed.

"And to what do I owe this, ah, marathon?"

"Because I love you," she smiled.  "And I'm curious.  
I want your opinion."

"Opinion?"

"Exactly.  I want to know which of the three women are 
the best at what women do.  I'm not included, of 
course.  I already know I'm the best, so you're to 
rate the others as 2nd, 3rd, and 4th."

"And who are these three lucky ladies?" I asked.

"Our neighbors.  You've already done it with Theresa, 
but I doubt you will object to another round with her.  
Then there is the lovely Judith, with her cute little 
shaved pussy.  You should find that interesting.  And 
then you'll get a round with our other neighbor's 
resident sex toy, Marie."  She paused for me to 
consider what she had said, then added, "All told, 
that should make for an interesting Saturday."

"And what will you be doing while I am, how should I 
say it, involved?"

"What do you think?  I'll be running the remote.  
That's why I'm certain you'll need my balm, you know, 
so you can keep it up."  She laughed at her pun, 
obviously anxious for the next day's "evaluations."

After dinner, I reached for Ann, but she gently pushed 
me away.  "No sex tonight," she explained.  "You must 
save yourself for tomorrow's marathon."

"No training permitted?" I asked.

"Nope," she laughed.  "Not this time."

It was a long night.

"Okay, here's the plan," Ann began while we at 
breakfast.  "None of the women know what's in store 
for them.  I've talked with each of them separately, 
telling them I need their advice and would they slip 
over here secretly to speak with me in private.  Of 
course, when they come, I will be no where to be seen.  
But you will be.  In fact, you will answer the door 
buck naked."

"Me?  With nothing on?" I asked.  

"Let me finish.  You will let them in, and you're 
going to have a raging hard-on.  So be sure when they 
come all the way into the house before they see you.  
I mean, you get between them and the door so they 
can't run away.  Don't worry.  I'll zap them with the 
remote, and after that I doubt they will want to get 
away.  In fact, you may be the one running."

"So they're all coming at once?" I asked.

"Oh, no.  This is a relay, not actually a marathon.  
Let's see, it's already 8:15.  Judith will be here in 
45 minutes, so you need to shower.  For the next three 
hours you're free to do whatever the two of you enjoy 
together.  Marie will arrive at 12-noon, so you'll 
need to get Judith out of the house before noon.  Then 
Theresa will arrive at 3:00 this afternoon.  I saved 
her for last.  Oh, since Marie is an official female 
sex toy, I cleared her coming with Brett, and you have 
his permission to use or abuse her however you desire.  
That's it.  Now, go shower.  Judith is coming."  She 
laughed.  "Oh, that is funny!  Judith is coming ...and 
how!  Coming and coming and coming!"

I was just turning off the shower when the doorbell 
rang.  Just my luck, I thought.  She's early.  I was 
still drying off as I approached the door.

"Hold it," Ann said behind me.  "She can wait a minute 
- and, yes, it's her.  I've already looked to see."  
Using my towel, Ann wiped my penis dry, then knelt and 
used her lovely mouth to bring my erection to full 
bloom.  Then she opened a tube of her ointment and 
applied the balm generously until my penis had a 
shining glow.  "There," she laughed.  "Now your tool 
is ready for action.  Go get her!"  With that, she 
ducked out of sight behind the staircase.  I opened 
the door, stepping back as Ann had instructed, so that 
Judith could enter without seeing me. 

"Oh, my goodness!" Judith exclaimed when she turned 
back to look at me.  I closed the door behind her.  
Her eyes never left my erection.  "I certainly wasn't 
expecting to see you.... I mean, all of you," she 
stammered.

"I'm sorry," I told her gently.  "I just got out of 
the shower.  Would you rather come back when Ann is 
here?"

"Well...," she began, but she never finished whatever 
she had started to say.  That was the moment, I 
realized, when Ann turned on the RMFG.   I knew what 
Ann had done because Judith's reaction was so visible.  
"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed.  "It's happening again!  Oh!  
Oh!  Oh!" she exclaimed, as she began to unbutton.  
"Let me get out of these clothes....  I only put them on 
so I could come over here."  With that, she stripped, 
throwing her blouse one way and her shorts another.  
That's all she wore.  Just like that, Judith was 
naked.

"Well," she laughed, "I guess we can get to know each 
other a little better this way."  She seemed suddenly 
calm, which puzzled me.  Did the battery die in the 
remote? I wondered.  Did Ann accidentally turned it 
off?

"Would you like to come into the living room, where we 
can be more comfortable?" I asked, wondering if I 
would have to handle these three hours on all on my 
own.

"Not if it means you lose that magnificent hard-on," 
she smiled.

Remembering the generous application of balm Ann had 
applied, I replied quickly, "Oh, I can assure you that 
won't happen." 

It seemed remarkably strange to be totally naked while 
ushering my neighbor's naked wife into my living room.  
I motioned for her to sit on the couch, then sat down 
beside her.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't offer you anything to drink," I 
began.

"Oh, that's all right," Judith laughed nervously.  
"You know, in all these years, I've never been in here 
before.  It's very nice."

"Thank you.  Ann is quite good with room décor ideas."

"So... I... seeee," Judith spoke in staccato, as her hand 
reached out and grasped my erection.  I realized then 
that the remote was back on.  I didn't see Ann 
anywhere, but I knew she had to be nearby.  Judith's 
legs extended out, reaching under the coffee table as 
she threw her head backward, thrusting her magnificent 
breasts into the air.  Her pelvis twisted on the 
cushions, and her hand squeezed hard on my shaft.  

It lasted only thirty seconds or so, and then she 
relaxed somewhat, although she didn't remove her hand.  
"Oooo," she moaned.  "I don't know what came over me.  
It's like a wave crashed in around me, then flowed 
right on through my body.  It's the strangest...!  Oh, 
oh, here it comes again...!"  

It was then I realized what Ann was doing.  Rather 
than leave the remote on all the time, she was pacing 
Judith.  Using the remote a little at a time to keep 
Judith wanting sex, but not so intensely that it 
overpowered her other instincts.  This way, she would 
be more like her normal self, her sexually demanding 
self, because the RMFG would keep her desperately 
needing sex in spite of her attempts to be normal. 

This time Ann left the power on longer, and Judith 
responded by leaning her naked body against mine while 
she pulled my face to hers for a deep, tongue-to-
tongue kiss.  This is one very passionate lady, I said 
to myself.  

"Oooh," Judith moaned, as she slowly pulled away.  
"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to be so aggressive.  I 
don't know what's come over me.  I'm much too young to 
be having hot flashes."

"Maybe you're just in the mood for sex?" I suggested.

"Oh, I'm definitely in the mood.  It seems lately I'm 
always ready for sex."  She smiled broadly, "When my 
husband showed his real nature and started copulating 
with Marie, I decided there was no reason for me to 
miss out on the fun.  There are a lot of men I would 
like to screw, but so many men get turned off by an 
aggressive woman.  It's hard to get them in the sack, 
if you know what I mean.  I hope you're not like 
that," she beamed, "because I like you."  With that, 
she pulled me to her again and kissed me warmly.  

Ann chose that moment to turn on the remote.  What 
began as a friendly kiss suddenly became a sensual 
exchange which ended up with me lying backward on the 
couch and Judith astride me, doing her best to insert 
my penis in her revolving crotch.  

"Oh, my word...!  I need you inside meeee," she 
screeched, then suddenly relaxed.  The wave had 
passed.  "If I'm going to keep having those flashes, 
then I want to be prepared," she announced.  "Let's 
get down on the floor and actually do it.  Then when 
the next wave comes I can really enjoy it.  Maybe you 
will, too."

I slid down on to the floor, but she pushed me on to 
my back.  "I want on top," she insisted, and a moment 
later she had lowered herself over my shaft, pressing 
down firmly until I was imbedded deep within her.  It 
was a strangely comfortable fit, and I wondered what 
would happen next.  There was no wait.  Ann's next 
wave hit, and Judith exploded.  Her abdominal muscles 
contracted around my penis, and she bounced and thrust 
and rotated, giving me a truly memorable screwing.  I 
tried to keep up with her, but she was all action.  
She did the work.  And I enjoyed every moment.  This 
time Ann kept the power on, giving Judith the full 
effect and me the full benefit.  I came, but Judith 
seemed hardly to notice.  She just kept on bouncing 
and thrusting.  I came again.  Thank you, Ann, for 
your balm!  And then again.  

"Oh, I love a man who has staying power like that," 
Judith exclaimed when she finally collapsed beside me 
on the carpet.  "Please accept my very personal 
invitation to come over anytime you want, and we'll do 
that again.  Oh, I'm always going to be available for 
you.  Anytime.  Any place you want.  Okay?"

"Of course," I told her.  How could I turn down an 
offer like that?

It was 11:00 a.m. when she pulled on her blouse and 
shorts, kissed me in the hallway, and left.  

"That was sweet," Ann laughed.  "Now, you better go 
back through the shower.  Marie is due here in an 
hour."



Chapter 12, The Evaluation (Part 2)

So Marie is the neighbor's sex toy, I thought as I 
opened the door and stepped back.  She entered quickly 
without seeing me, which gave me a chance to look at 
her more closely.  I still hadn't decided what to do 
with her, and I hoped Ann would go easy on the remote 
until I could determine a plan of action.

"Oh, there you are," Marie laughed as she turned, then 
did a quick double-take.  "You're not Ann.  Holy crap!  
You're naked." 

"I'm glad you noticed," I assured her.  "Would you 
like to be the same?"

"But," she hesitated, "I thought I was to meet with 
Ann?" 

"No, your meeting is with me, and your husband has 
given me control over you for the next three hours.  
So come on into the living room, and stand out there 
so I can see you."  

Marie's smile disappeared into stoic silence as she 
followed my directions obediently.  

"Strip," I ordered.

She was wearing the same short kimono as the other 
night, so all she had to do was untie the sash and 
slip the robe off her shoulders.  Then she was naked.  
Her features were more mature than Judith's, but she 
was still a very attractive woman.  That gave me an 
idea so I instructed here to stretch out full length 
on the coffee table.  

Once again, she obeyed without comment.  Her breasts 
were firm enough that they held their shape nicely 
when she lay back.  Her stomach was flat, and there 
were no stretch marks, even though I knew she had 
birthed two children.  

"Spread your legs," I commanded.  She did, and then I 
ordered her to spread her pussy.  "I want to see if 
you are big enough for my tool."  Gently, she 
manipulated her folds, pushing her thick bush out of 
the way.  "Do you think you can take me?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, sir," she replied.  "I can be very loose, if 
you like."

"Then insert your finger and get yourself moist," I 
instructed.  "I'll be back."  A sudden idea had come 
to me.  Call it a sadistic curiosity, if you like, but 
it was something I would never have asked my wife to 
do - nor any other woman I was trying to impress.  In 
the kitchen I found a couple of vegetables in the 
refrigerator, a carrot and a cucumber.  

"You naughty man," Ann whispered in the hallway.  The 
giggled, then asked, "Do you think she will?"

"We shall see," I whispered back.

When I returned the living room, Marie was desperately 
pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy.  She was 
so desperate that I knew Ann had encouraged her with 
the remote.

"Try this," I instructed, handing her the carrot.

Her face turned pale as she held out her hand.  

"You're not going to object?" I asked.

"I'm not allowed to object, sir.  My contract with the 
family forbids me to say 'no" to any order, and since 
you have my... Brett's permission, then I must obey 
you."  She smiled faintly, "So if you want me to stick 
that inside me, then give me the damn carrot."

I did, and though it was at least twice the size of 
her finger, she slid it deep into herself with no 
apparent difficulty.  

"Very nice," I told her.  "Now, use it.  Pump it."  
She did with such vengeance that I knew Ann had the 
power back up on the remote.  I let her continue for a 
couple of minutes, until she became somewhat sloppy 
from all the juices that were flowing.

"Okay, that's enough.  Take it out."  

Marie obeyed without comment.

"Now, use this."  I handed her the cucumber.  It was 
quite large, at least twice the breadth of the carrot.

"Oh, wow!" she moaned.  "I'm not sure it will fit..., 
but I will try, sir."  She arched her back somewhat, 
then bit her lower lip as she pressed the big green 
veggie into her muff.  She struggled with it for a 
moment, then her abdomen contracted, telling me Ann 
had turned on the remote.  With a sudden jerk, the 
cucumber slipped in all at once, almost disappearing 
beneath her thatch of black pubic hair.  "It's in!" 
Marie gasped.  "And it feels great.  Oh, oh!" she 
moaned as she thrust hips up and down.  So much of the 
veggie was inside her, there was hardly any part of it 
she could grasp, but she quickly developed a routine 
of squeezing it out with her inner muscles, then 
pushing it back in with her fingers.  I sat intrigued, 
watching as she masturbated with the green phallic 
substitute.

"Would you like me to do that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!  Would you?  Please?" 

"Then take it out," I instructed.  She did, though 
still thrusting as if copulating with an unseen lover.  
The remote obviously had her desperately needing 
relief.  Still curious, I reached down and stroked her 
labia with my fingers.

"Your hand feels good," Marie murmured, "not so cold 
as those veggies."  

I pressed two fingers deep inside, and her muscles 
struggled to entrap them.  She was already stretched 
wide by the cucumber, so I cupped my fingers together 
and slid all four inside.

"That's good," she whispered.  "Oh, I need you...!"

Then I did something I never dreamed possible.  I 
removed my hand, then cupped my thumb and fingers 
together and inserted them inside her pussy, all the 
way up to my knuckles.  Marie moaned her approval and 
pushed against my hand.  I pushed back.  Juices 
squirted out around my fingers, and to my surprise my 
entire hand slipped inside her.

"Yessss...! Marie whispered.  "Yes.  Do me hard.  Oh, 
that feels so good...."

I wondered if she knew what was inside her.  Or if she 
even cared.  Her hips were slapping against the coffee 
table as she bounced and thrust herself toward me, 
drawing my hand so deep inside that my fingers felt 
her cervix.  That's when she came, exploding into a 
violent orgasm.  Marie jerked and squeezed against my 
hand so hard that I wondered if she would ever release 
me.  I wiggled my fingers inside her, and that set off 
another round of orgasmic pleasure.  "Oh, oh, oh," she 
gasped again.  Then she bucked and squeezed my hand 
harder..., and then she passed out.  She simply, 
straight-out fainted.

"She's okay," Ann said softly from somewhere in the 
room.  "Some women pass out in the peak of passion.  
Just slip your hand out and wait."

It was only a couple of minutes before Marie came back 
around.  "Oh, that was wonderful," she whispered.  
"You did great ...I needed that."  She sat up suddenly.  
"But you didn't get yours, sir.  I owe you.  You're 
the master, and you're not satisfied."  Suddenly she 
was grasping my still-erect penis.  "Let me show you 
how much I really appreciate what you've done."  And 
with no further ado, she swallowed my entire erection 
deep into her throat, then began to hum.  I don't know 
what the tune was, but her vocal chords vibrated 
alongside my pecker until it nearly drove me wild.  
She certainly knew how to please.  When I shot a load 
down her throat, she swallowed and went back to 
humming and stroking.  I came again.  That's five 
times already today, I thought.  Thank you, Ann for 
that miracle balm.

It was a little after 2:00 when Marie tied the sash on 
her kimono and sashayed across the lawn toward home.  
From the way she walked, it was obvious she was one 
very satisfied lady.  I was amazed.  What I thought 
might be only a little short of sexual abuse turned 
out to be a major turn-on for her.  Women are amazing, 
I thought.

"You better get in the shower," Ann instructed, "if 
you're going to be ready for Theresa.

"Any suggestions for how to handle her?" I asked.

"Well," Ann hesitated, "since you've already screwed 
her once..., why don't you see how far you can get 
without my help.  I'll stay close and be ready.  If 
she goes cold or doesn't want to cooperate, then I'll 
turn her on for you.  Otherwise..., well, let's just see 
what happens first."



Chapter 13, The Evaluation (Part 3)

Theresa was late.  Not much, but not on time like the 
first two women.  When she finally arrived, she began 
with a host of apologies as she came through the door.  
I closed the door behind her, and when she turned and 
saw me, I thought she was going to faint.

"Cripes!" she squealed.  "You're the guy who popped my 
cherry last week."

"The same," I admitted, somewhat proudly.  "It was my 
privilege, and I thank you."

"Well, I..., but Ann said...  What's going on?" she asked 
bluntly.

"I thought we should get better acquainted, if you 
don't mind."  I tried to be as charming as possible, 
though that seems improbably what with my being naked 
and sporting an overblown hard-on.  "Would you like to 
come on in and sit down?"  Even so, I remained between 
her and the door, just in case she decided to split.

She pointed at my erection, "Are you planning to use 
that on me again?"

"Only if you want," I assured her.  "Oh, I would like 
to, but you'll have to ask me to do it, if and when 
you're ready.  Fair enough?"

Lifting her eyes from my erection, she looked at my 
face as she considered my statement.  Then she spoke 
slowly, "Okay.  As long as I'm free to leave whenever 
I want."

"That's fair, but I hope you'll remain for awhile.  
I'd really like to know you better."

"Okay, just a few minutes, then."  She preceded me 
into the living room and sat for a moment on the 
couch.  When I started to sit beside her, she rose, 
walked to the other side of the coffee table and sat 
in the big arm chair.  Blushing, she said, "I'm sorry.  
I shouldn't have done that.  I didn't mean to be 
rude."  She rose, as if to come back to the couch 
where I was seated, then paused, totally unsure of 
herself.

"Does my nakedness bother you?" I asked.

"Well..., yes.  I've never been alone with a naked man 
before."

"What bothers you most?  The fact that I'm not wearing 
any clothes?  Or the fact that you are?"

She took awhile to consider that, nervously shifting 
her weight from one foot to the other.  Finally, she 
said, "Both."

"Which would be better ...for me to be dressed ...or for 
you to be naked?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm sure you would like me to undress.  I know.  
That's what every man wants," she smiled.  "I guess 
men like to look at women a lot more than women like 
looking at men."

"Oh, I don't know.  I tell you what, if you get 
undressed, then we'll be equals.  Fair enough?"

She stood looking at me with a strangely blank 
expression.  Her hands moved as though they moved 
without her consciously deciding what they should do.  
She fingered the sides of her shorts, then briefly she 
cupped her breasts over her tube top.  Finally, as if 
suddenly realizing what she was doing, she smiled and 
said, "Maybe I ought to leave."

"And then you'll always wonder...."

"Wonder what?" she snapped.

"Just wonder ...the big, unanswered question:  What 
IF...?"

"IF...?  Oh, that.  Well," she smiled.  "You're right.  
I mean, it's not like you haven't seen everything I 
have already."  She paused, gave me a sideways grin, 
then added, "And you are the only man who's ever 
actually...."  

"...screwed you," I finished her sentence.  "And you 
were great.  Sometime, I'd really like for us to do it 
again.  Right now, though, I would just like for you 
to relax.  Let's get acquainted.  Most people become 
friends before they screw.  We're just going at this 
somewhat backwards." 

"The story of my life," Theresa sighed.  With that, 
she pulled her tube top down to her waist, exposing 
her fabulous breasts.  They were in full bloom.  Her 
nipples were not brown as so many girls but a rich, 
blushing pink.  Kicking off her shoes, she shucked out 
of her shorts and smiled at me as I surveyed the skin 
she had just laid bare.  She wore a tiny thong with 
only enough cloth to hide her pubic hair.  After a 
moment she pulled her tube top down around her hips, 
so that it became the briefest skirt imaginable.  

"You're quite lovely," I assured her.  "Sometime it 
would be nice to photograph you like that."

"I did that once," she said rather shyly.

"Oh?"

"Yes, I posed for my brother."

"Naught boy."

"Oh, no.  It was my idea.  I wanted to see how it 
would feel to have a man looking at me, even if he was 
my brother.  I still have the pictures on my 
computer."

"I bet he does, too."

"Matter of fact, he does," she smiled.  "That's okay.  
I'm rather proud of them."

"If I had a body like that, I'd be proud of it too," I 
assured her.  "You're very pretty."

"Thank you," she said graciously.  Then she stripped 
her remaining two garments down her legs in one easy 
motion, laid her top and thong beside her shorts, and 
smiled sweetly as she came to the couch and sat down 
beside me.

Strangely, I felt as nervous as a fourteen-year-old 
boy on his first date.  I didn't know what to do.  
Should I fold my hands, reach out and touch her 
breasts, or pat her knee.  Nor did I know what to say.  
Talk about awkward moments, this was my number one....

After a moment, Theresa said, "Well, what shall we 
talk about?  Or now that I'm naked, do you have 
something else in mind?"  She was staring out across 
the room, as if not wanting to make eye contact with 
me.  I wondered where Ann was, since Theresa had not 
yet shown any sign of the RMFG.  Hopefully, she will 
stay out of sight, I thought.

"Oh, I have something very definite in mind," I told 
her.  "It's you.  But for now, why don't you tell me 
what you thought of our party the other night."

"Well," she began, "it was not a whole lot different 
from other times we've been with Judith and Randy.  
Twice before, she's screwed both my father and 
brother."

"In the same night?"

"Same night," she spoke moodily.  "The rest of us 
watched."

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I couldn't very well get it on with my brother.  
And certainly not with my father.  For certain I was 
not about to let Randy touch me.  You probably heard 
that's how this neighborhood orgy started in the first 
place.  He was banging Marie, and when Judith found 
out about it she hired some goons to knock Marie 
around in front of Dad and Rick and me, which was not 
a nice scene at all.  That was the first time I was 
naked in front of them.  Would you believe it?  It was 
my mother who actually stripped me in front of those 
guys.  Oh, it was awful.  She was awful.  That's why 
it's so good to see her get abused now and then."

"So when I came the other night, I was the one elected 
to..."

"...to take my cherry.  I had already told my brother 
that I did not intend to be a virgin when I go to 
college this fall.  I don't think he said anything, 
but I'm sure Judith had something like that in mind 
when she invited you and Ann to our house that night."

"She's nice," I told her.

"Definitely," Theresa smiled, this time finally making 
eye contact.  "One of these days, you really need to 
screw her.  I think you will enjoy her."

"I'll keep that in mind," I assured her.  "But right 
now, I'm more interested in you."  I put my arm around 
her shoulder.  My fingers tingled when I touched her 
naked skin."  Expecting her to pull away, I was quite 
surprised when she leaned toward me, allowing her head 
to rest on my shoulder.

"This is nice," she whispered.  "You're very good for 
me."

"I'm trying to be nice to you," I assured her.

"No," she said a bit more loudly.  "I mean you're nice 
for me.  You're helping learn to how be a lady ...a lady 
with a gentleman.  And I appreciate that."

"You're welcome."

Just then she raised her head and exclaimed, "My 
goodness!  Does it stay up like that all the time?"  
She reached her hand toward my erection, and I thought 
for a moment she was going to grab it, but instead she 
merely pointed her finger at it, as if it might bite.

"No," I assured her, "only when I'm near a pretty girl 
like you."

"May I touch it?" she asked.

"Of course.  I'd love for you to touch it."

"Oooh, it's much softer that I expected."  She laughed 
suddenly.  "I guess I didn't take time to see what you 
put in me the other night.  I had needs and really 
didn't care how I satisfied them."

"I know."

Using her fingers gently, Theresa slid the skin up and 
down on my shaft, experimenting with different ways of 
holding it.  A small drop of precum seeped out, and 
she stopped moving her hand.  "I wonder," she began.  
"Do you mind," she started again, "if I taste it?  I 
saw Marie suck off Randy the other night, and I've 
watched her give head to my father.  I even used my 
mouth on my brother one night, but it was dark so I 
couldn't really see what it was like...."  She looked at 
me so sweetly that I couldn't help myself.  Without 
asking, I leaned forward and kissed her lips.  She 
responded warmly.

"Now, why don't you kiss me down there?" I asked.

She did.  Tentatively at first, then more forcefully, 
and then she opened her mouth and took me in.  My 
entire shaft slipped deep into her mouth.  I could 
feel her tongue searching, tasting, and I felt 
terrific!  She felt terrific!

"Nice," she said as she came up for air.

"You need to learn to breathe while you do that," I 
instructed.  "And you also will need to learn how to 
control your gag reflex so you can slip it down into 
your throat.  Way down, next to my vocal chords.  And 
then you hum.  Remember how your mother did it?    
Trust me, every guy will love your for it."

"Can we work on that another time?" she asked.  "Right 
now, I want you to..., well, I want you to do it to me 
again, but I want it to be slow and gentle.  Is that 
okay?" she asked.  I nodded my agreement, and together 
we rolled off the couch, down onto the floor, where we 
stretched out side by side.  She snuggled up against 
me, facing me, then lifted one leg up over my hip and 
drew me to her, close to her, then into her.  Compared 
with our previous coupling, which had been more like 
rutting than love-making, this was tender and, as she 
had requested, remarkably satisfying.  Considering the 
sex I had previously experienced that day, this was 
the best.  I knew I would not need to explain that to 
Ann, who was watching and probably feeling very 
unnecessary, certainly not needing the remote.
~~~~

Chapter 14, A New Formula

A few weeks after my wife and her friends incorporated 
their penis balm business, my wife came home one 
Thursday evening quite excited.

"We've done it!" she exclaimed.

"And who did you do it with?" I responded, not missing 
an opening like that.

"Oh, don't be silly," she cooed.  "You know I don't 
screw around without you."  She became suddenly 
serious.  "We changed the formula for the balm.  I 
mean, we've created a variation which will be even 
more successful."  She held up a small tube.  "Not 
only will this keep a man erect for hours on end, but 
it will give his woman a thoroughly satisfying 
experience."

"The old formula provided her with plenty," I replied.  
"I mean, it kept the man going until the woman 
couldn't take any more."

"Oh, that's still the case," Ann smiled, "but we've 
added something new.  Lisa came up with the idea, and 
we all went to work on it, in our spare time, of 
course."

"So?" I insisted, "What is it?  How does it work?" 

"First, let me tell how it all started," she smiled.  
We settled down on the couch, and she began to 
explain.  "One of our clients at the lab is a company 
that makes dog food.  They have a formula which is 
very healthy for dogs, but they have a problem.  Dogs 
don't like it.  In fact, they hate the taste."

"Like little boys and broccoli?" I asked.

"Exactly," she laughed.  "So this company asked if we 
could develop some way of making their formula more 
tasty, I mean really appealing to puppies."  

Ann paused and frowned.  "We tasted their product.  I 
know, it's dog food, but we tried it, and frankly I 
don't blame the dogs.  It stinks.  It's so bad we 
decided there's no way we could change the taste 
enough to make it acceptable, at least not and leave 
the nutrients in it.  So...," she smiled broadly.  "We 
decided to try changing how dogs taste their food.  
You know that's been done with people for years.  
That's why the Chinese use MSG so much.  Anyway, Lisa 
read how the Oriental people are using a variety of 
vinegars to enhance taste, and that gave her an idea.  
We decided to experiment with our own taste-changing 
formula.  Well, to spare you the gory details, we 
tried, and we did it!  We now have an oil base formula 
which actually works.  Place a couple of drops on your 
tongue and eating becomes a thrilling experience."

"Are we talking about dogs?" I asked.  "Or people?"

"Both," Ann affirmed.  "Our oil makes almost anything 
taste delicious, not by changing the taste but by 
tricking the taste buds.  And you guessed it.  This 
stuff works on people!"

"You're telling me you can make dog food palatable to 
my taste buds?" I asked, not really impressed.

"Yes, it would, Silly, but that's not the point.  I'm 
saying that a couple of drops in your mouth will fire 
up your taste buds until you will relish anything you 
eat...," she paused a moment, then added, "In fact, 
you'll relish it so much that you won't be able to get 
enough."

"So you're creating a new class of gluttons."

"Just wait!  Consider the possibilities.  Suppose I 
put a couple of drops on your tongue, then asked you 
to eat my pussy."  She paused for me to consider.  "Or 
let's imagine you put a few drops on your dick and 
asked me to suck you off."  

Contact!  What a devious genius I married.  "So that's 
what you have in that tube?" I asked.  "Oral 
stimulant?"

"Oh, that's only part of it.  We did even better," she 
laughed.  "We combined these new oral drops with the 
balm I used on you, and now we have an ointment which 
turns on a woman until she may want to give head all 
night ...and it gives the man an erection which will 
last as long as she needs him."

"You're telling me that you 'combined' the two 
formulas?" I asked.

"Well, since men are sometimes more eager to have sex 
than some women, and since some women seem to find 
giving head to be repulsive, we said, 'Let's make 
giving head more, should we say, more tasteful to 
women.  And more rewarding to men.'  We mixed the 
taste-drops into our long-lasting balm, which, I might 
add is selling very well."

"And...?" I wanted to hear more.

"So if the man wants a really great tongue lashing, 
but his wife thinks giving head is revolting, he can 
wash his dick so there's no smell.  Then he rubs on a 
bit of our formula.  The woman doesn't suspect a 
thing.  He simply asks her to kiss the tip of his 
dick.  And once she touches her lips anywhere on her 
man's tool, she's instantly hooked.  One taste will 
turn her into a fellatio fanatic, a complete suck-off 
junky.  Her lips become lustful.  Her mouth is filled 
with insatiable sexual desire."  

"All right, already," I laughed, amazed at the 
eagerness with which Ann promoted her new product.  
"You sure you didn't try it?"

"Lisa did.  On her husband.  They both missed work the 
next day."  She paused, "So, no, I have not tried it.  
No way would I do that without you.  That's why I'm 
telling you now.  Here's the deal.  I'm going to give 
you two tubes.  One is the old formula, and one is the 
new.  Lisa claims they taste the same, so I won't be 
able to tell the difference.  The next time we have 
sex, I want you to smear a tiny bit on your dick.  You 
decide which tube to use.  Just remember which it is.  
Then we'll see what happens."

She handed me two small tubes.  "Careful with them," 
she advised.  "They may be worth a million dollars."

I thought of what they might produce in my pants and 
decided they were probably worth more than that.  As I 
inspected the tubes, I saw one was labeled "X" and the 
other "Y" with no other names or labels.

"Oh," Ann continued, "There are no names on the tubes, 
so I'll not know which one you've used ...and neither 
will you, but be sure to remember which tube you use, 
X or Y."  She gave me that salacious grin which I knew 
was a promise of great sex. 

Since our conversation had occupied much of the time 
we usually spent preparing dinner, I suggested we eat 
out.  "Give me a minute to change, and then we'll go," 
Ann requested.  When she says "a minute," that usually 
means at least 45, but this time I hardly had time to 
turn around when she was back.  She was wearing her 
all-purpose dress, so I knew by the time we returned 
home she would be craving sex.  In fact, from the look 
on her face, I realized she already had the craving.  
Telling me about her new formula had turned her on.  
And her sexual desire increased throughout the meal.  
Twice she dropped her napkin (I'm sure it was 
deliberate) for when she leaned over to retrieve it 
her breasts nearly fell out of the scoop neckline.  
The man at the next table spilled soup on his necktie, 
and the second time she did it the waiter dropped his 
tray.  I crossed my legs to contain my erection.  Ann 
simply gave an innocent smile.

I can't remember that we spoke at all on the drive 
home.  After pulling the car inside the garage, as 
usual, I pressed the button that closed the garage 
door, then climbed out of the car.  Then I noticed Ann 
was slow in exiting the car.  Only after she was 
coming around the car did I realize she had already 
removed her dress.  She was totally naked.  

"I'm ready," she laughed.  "Go pick which balm to 
use."

As the evening progressed on into the night, Ann 
continued to tongue my penis into one eruption after 
another, and I wondered if I had applied the new 
formula or the old?  Was this Ann's own desire for 
sex, or was it the tube?  Live or Memorex?  Either 
way, it was already daylight when Ann finally rolled 
over and spread her legs, announcing, "All right, big 
boy, you've had your fun.  Now it's my turn.  Screw 
me!"

Fortunately, her balm kept me erect for the task.  
That was Friday, so Ann did not have to go to work.  
"My mouth is sore," she admitted.  "You gave it quite 
a workout last night."

"Actually, I think it was the other way around," I 
countered.  Even so, both of us were so spent that we 
were content simply to cuddle until we decided a bit 
of lunch would be good.  

"I don't know," Ann volunteered as we ate, "if you 
used the new formula last night... or if I was just in 
the mood for sex."

"I don't know either," I admitted, "but it was quite a 
night."  

We ate.  We slept much of the afternoon.  We ordered 
pizza for dinner.  We stripped out of our clothes 
after we ate, then went to the bathroom and showered 
together.

"Shall I wait for you downstairs?" Ann asked as I 
picked up the two tubes.

I nodded, smiled, and she closed the door.  Last 
night, I thought, I used Tube Y, so tonight it will be 
Tube X.

Ann was sitting on the floor by the couch as I 
descended the stairs.  "Stretch out on the couch," she 
instructed, and let me kiss your... Oh, my! She laughed, 
"I see you're already anxious for the second round...."

Indeed, my erection was in full bloom as I followed 
her instruction and lay on the couch.  A moment later 
I felt her lips touch the tip of my tool.  I prepared 
myself for what was sure to follow, for Ann would 
typically run her tongue around the swollen head of my 
erection.  She was great at using her tongue, and I 
responded well to this technique.  Her tongue arrived 
on schedule, and I held still while she explored my 
erection.  I was not prepared for what came next.

While most of Ann's technique in giving head involved 
what she did with her tongue and lips, this time she 
enveloped the full length of my tool into her mouth, 
then thrust downward pulling the length of my erection 
deep into her throat.  My word, I thought, is she 
trying to swallow me whole?  Indeed, she did swallow 
my erection, every inch of it.  And then I understood 
what she had meant about the effects of her new 
formula, for she was suddenly craving everything I 
could give her.  She couldn't get enough of me, and 
she was yearning for more.

After a few moments, she came up for air, then her 
head plunged right back down upon my shaft, her throat 
squeezing and manipulating me in ways I never knew 
possible.  I shot my first load much quicker than I 
thought possible, far sooner that she was expecting.  
She nearly choked, coughing up sperm which she quickly 
swallowed.  She licked me clean, then her head began 
bouncing up and down on my shaft, obviously, 
desperately, seeking a repeat performance, another 
explosion of sperm.  She craved it, she savored its 
taste, and she was willing to do anything, everything 
to obtain another mouthful.  I was obviously eager to 
comply.

There was no doubt in my mind that the new formula was 
Tube X.  With it on my cock, and my cock in Ann's 
mouth, I became her provider, her sexual satisfier, 
her source of sperm, her night-long enjoyment, and her 
proof that the new formula was everything she dreamed 
it might be.  In the process, she became everything I 
dreamed, too, again and again, until (for the first 
time in my life) I actually lost count of how many 
times I came.  

Nourished by my ejaculate, which she continued to 
swallow, Ann became an insatiable sex maniac, and I 
was her tool.  Sometime during the night, I think I 
passed out.  For how long, I have no idea.  When I 
came back around, Ann still had my penis in her mouth, 
and I was spewing yet another load down her throat.  

"I think," I told her, "that we've proven your formula 
works."

"You're right," she said, "but I'm starved.  Do you 
think there's anything in the fridge we can eat?  Or 
do you want me to continue eating you?"

Strange as it may seem, I opted for the fridge....


Chapter 15, The Consultation

NOTE:  Before reading this chapter, please read "Home Invasion"

Rick stopped by our house one evening.  Ann let him 
in, but he asked to talk with me.  She looked a bit 
disappointed as she showed him into my den.  I 
wondered if she thought he might have come for a 
second round with her.  Actually, she deserved a bit 
of variety, since she had arranged for me to have 
three lovely ladies on what we called "Marathon 
Saturday."  Anyway, I was surprised to see Rick.  He 
got right to the point.

"I stopped after work today at the bar for a few," he 
began as soon as he was seated.  "I met a fellow there 
who lives here on our street, just down a few houses.  
He's something of a loner, I guess, because I've never 
seen him out and around.  Anyway, he says he has a 
nice wife, only they're on the outs right now."

"Wait a minute," I interrupted.  "I'm not a counselor, 
or anything like that."

"I know.  That's what he needs," he grinned.  "Anyhow, 
I overheard him talking to the bartender."

"Okay, so he's already talked to a counselor."

"Something like that," Rick laughed, then paused a 
moment.  "Did you hear anything about a robbery here 
on our street lately?"

I assured him I knew nothing about any robberies.  So 
he continued.

"He said it was one of those home-invasion jobs, maybe 
a couple of months ago.  Two guys came to the house, 
and when they opened the door the guys burst right in 
and took over.  Said they were not there to steal.  
Instead, they abused this guy's wife, made her strip, 
and then sent her off to the mall where she had to 
flash a photographer."

"She actually did it?" I asked, puzzled and more than 
a little intrigued.

"Yeah, they threatened the guy, made her watch while 
they burned his toe.  He still walks with a limp.  
They threatened to do worse unless she obeyed them.  
But when she got back home, the guys were gone."

"So what's the problem?"

"Well, the wife is all mixed up.  She won't let her 
husband touch her.  They've had no sex since it 
happened."

"She blame him for setting her up?"

"No, he says she's just off in her own little world.  
She hardly talks to him," Rick reported.

 "What did they do to her, anyway?" I asked.

"You're not going to believe this," he grinned.  "They 
made her pierce her nipples."

"Made her?  How?"

"Like I said, they held a flame to his toe.  When he 
yelled, she obeyed.  Did it herself.  Pretty gross, 
eh?"

"Yeah, not fun.  So what else did they do?"

"Well, she pierced her nipples, and they had her wear 
a ring in each one.  Then they gave her a dress which 
was just a long tube.  They had her put it on.  He 
said it had no sleeves.  They held it up by hooking it 
on to those nipple rings."

"Now, that I would like to see," I exclaimed.

"I thought you might be interested," Rick affirmed.  
"Well, now his wife wears that dress all the time.  
After all these weeks, she is still wearing that dress 
around the house ...with nothing under it, and that 
leaves her breasts out in the open all the time.  He 
says it's driving him nuts."

"She dresses like that, but she won't let him touch 
her?  Sounds strange...."

"I told him I thought I knew how to help him."

"Then why are you here?" I asked.

"Well...," he hesitated.  "I watched you and your wife 
pass that little gadget back and forth the other 
night.  Whatever it is created some mighty wild 
behavior in the women.  So I thought...."

"You thought it might help this guy's wife..."

"Her name is Ruth," Rick inserted.

"...that Ruth might be a candidate for some action, too.  
Right?"

"Now you're getting it."

"And how are you going to manage this?"

"I think my family would be willing to help.  Dad is 
sympathetic when other men's wives misbehave, as you 
know.  And...," he continued, "both my sister and our 
sex toy already have their nipples pierced.  I'm sure 
they could create dresses similar to what the guy 
wears, and we could have a party."

"What about Judith and Randy?  Do we invite them?"

"Judith's nipples are not pierced.  I think it's 
important for all the ladies who attend to be 
pierced."

"Gotcha.  So when would this be?"

 "Week from Saturday," he grinned.  "I've already 
invited him to our house."

"Wait!  My wife's nipples are not pierced.  What about 
her?" 

"You've got ten days.  You decide."  And with that, 
Rick was gone.

"What was that all about?" Ann asked.



Chapter 16, The Decision

"You didn't!" Ann exploded.  

I had just related my conversation with Rick.  She was 
less than enthusiastic.  However, the look on her face 
revealed more curiosity than repulsion.  She left the 
room, and I turned back to the paper I was reading.  
Then she was back, standing in the doorway to the den.

"Did you actually think I would do what those other 
women did?  ...I mean, like pierce my nipples?  Did 
you?"

"I made no commitments, Ann.  The only agreement I 
made was that I would come.  He saw the remote, when 
we had it at the party, but he doesn't know what it 
is.  He saw the change it brought in the women who 
were there, and that's what he wants to happen to 
Ruth."

"So why don't you just go down there and zap her?" Ann 
snipped.  "That would get her off without going 
through all this other stuff.  You don't have to 
involve Rick's family.  Or me...."

"Oh, I suppose you're right.  On the other hand, if 
the effect is to be lasting, one that will really help 
Rick's friend, then the support of other women will be 
of critical importance.  Otherwise, it will just be a 
one night stand for her husband, and then she will 
retreat into her igloo as the suffering ice queen."

"Probably..., you're right.  But whether it will involve 
me, or not ...well, we'll have to wait and see."  With 
that she stalked out again.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

On Saturday, Ann left just before lunch without giving 
any definite explanation of where she was going or how 
long she might be gone.  It was after 3:00 when she 
returned, a crooked smirk on her face, as if she knew 
something she was not going to tell me.  I remained 
silent, and she busied herself with preparations for 
dinner.  

Finally, as she prepared for bed and peeled her 
sweatshirt over her head, I was surprised to see she 
was wearing an old, rather substantial bra.  She saw 
that I noticed and made a production out of removing 
it slowly.  In the cups were several layers of tissue, 
stained slightly pink.  Blood?  I wondered.  Dumb me!  
It made sense.  Her breasts seemed especially full.  

"What do you think?" she asked sweetly.

It was then I noticed the strands of dental floss 
protruding from each side of her pointed nipples. 

"Well, you did it," I observed.  "I really didn't 
think you would."  

"I didn't think I would either," she admitted.

"Well, I love you for it.  And I'm certain Rick will, 
too."

"Thank you," she smiled.  "You know you're going to 
pay for this."

"So what changed your mind?" I asked.

"Ruth," she said softly.

"Ruth?  You mean...?"

"Yes.  Why beat around the bush when you can go 
straight to the source?  And, no, I didn't say 
anything about Rick or his party next week.  I just 
dropped by on the pretext of getting to know our 
neighbors.  Sure enough, she was wearing that dress, 
the one you described.  It doesn't cover much of 
anything above the waist.  Instead, it just hangs 
there, swaying below her breasts as they bounce.  She 
tried to cover up when she came to the door, but it 
didn't work.  Her breasts were so obvious that I 
complimented her dress.  The next thing I knew she was 
showing me her nips and telling me how great they 
felt, and before I quite knew what was happening she 
was helping me pierce mine."  Ann smiled and thrust 
her chest out for my inspection.  "Oh, one thing, it 
takes quite awhile to heal, certainly more than a 
week."

"But I thought she wore the dress almost immediately?" 

"She did," Ann agreed, "because she had to obey those 
guys.  She said it hurt an awful lot, and it still 
bothers her, but she wears it because she likes how it 
feels tugging on her breasts.  Oh, and her breasts 
have already enlarged a full cup size."  She grinned 
seductively, "I bet you would like mine to do that."

"So the two of you had a little nipple party," I 
teased.  "Did she say anything about the party next 
week?"

"No, it wasn't mentioned.  I'm not even sure she knows 
about it yet."

"So, now what do you do?" I asked.

"Well, I've got to decide what kind of dress I can 
wear.  I want to look nice ...and show off my new 
boobs."  She laughed, then added, "I'll have a little 
talk with Theresa about dresses for herself and 
Marie."  After pausing a moment, she said, "And you 
had better make sure you have new batteries in your 
generator thing."



Chapter 17, Benefit Party

NOTE:  Before reading further, please read "The Machine"

Yes, we called it a Benefit Party.  The reason was 
that Sam, Ruth's husband, needed sex, which he was not 
getting from his wife, even though she continually 
strutted around with her pierced breasts bare and 
beautiful.  Her oxymoronic behavior was driving him 
wild, so we neighbors decided to gather and help.  So, 
yes, it was truly going to be a benefit party.

Ann prepared her dress, red silk, slinky, with nothing 
holding it up except little clips on her nipple rings.  
She said the weight of the dress was so slight that it 
didn't hurt much.  I told her the effect was 
absolutely erotic.  

Saturday came, and it was time to go.  I wore my cargo 
shorts, since the side pockets had proven ideal for 
concealing the remote.  Ann pulled a light shawl 
around her shoulders so that she was decent enough to 
walk to the neighbors' house.  As I rang the doorbell, 
I could hear Theresa instructing Marie to open the 
door.  My crotch came to attention as I realized I was 
about to meet two more ladies who would be dressed 
much like my wife.  This is going to be a benefit, I 
thought, for more than Sam and Ruth.

The door opened, and there stood Marie.  As I 
expected, her breasts were bare, and the rings in her 
pierced nipples held up her dress, what there was of 
it.  Theresa had outdone herself in planning her sex 
toy's apparel, for Marie's dress was a fluffy bit of 
fake fur.  The strands were long, almost like 
feathers, which in itself was captivating.  The top of 
it began just below her breasts, and it was short 
enough to leave her legs totally exposed.  It was, in 
fact, so short that her bottom would certainly be 
exposed if she stooped even a little.  She invited us 
in, and once inside I was also confronted by the 
nearly naked Theresa.  At first, I thought her dress 
was made of tissue paper, but then I realized it was 
light gauze, which was almost but not quite opaque.  
In contrast with Marie's short dress, Ann's dress 
reached almost to her ankles.  Even so, her lovely 
body was quite visible through the fabric, even to the 
point that her pubic bush was readily discernable.  

"My, what a lovely you you have," I told her.

She blushed.  "Well, you ought to know.  But thank 
you, anyway.  And welcome to our home.

We gathered in the family room and shared small talk 
for a few moments.  Then I asked, "Just to be sure of 
what's happening tonight, which of us men is supposed 
to do Ruth?  I mean, I don't want to get her fired up 
with the wrong guy.  Is it to be her husband?  Or one 
of you?"

Rick explained, "Dad and I talked about this, and we 
decided...."  He paused to smile broadly.  "We think 
each one of us should take a turn with her.  But not 
let her climax.  Instead, let's give her a ride like 
she's never dreamed, and while she's a mile high we'll 
turn her over to Sam and let him enjoy the fruit of 
our labors, so to speak."

So it was agreed.  A moment later, the doorbell rang.

This time, since we were expecting Ruth and Sam, Rick 
went to the door.  The rest of us waited, quietly, but 
after a moment we realized this was not who we were 
expecting.

"Did you invite someone else?" Ann asked Brett.  

"No, just you two and the couple Rick told us about," 
Theresa explained.  "We told Judith about the party, 
but she agreed it was better for her not to come.  The 
problem was not so much her breasts as it was Randy." 

"Just as well," I agreed.  "So who is that?"

"Well, it's probably just a salesman.  We've had 
several guys lately trying to sell us new windows ...or 
get us to subscribe to another newspaper."

That's when Rick came back.  Following behind him was 
an attractive young lady, maybe 24 or 25 - hard to 
tell these days.  Wide-eyed, she looked around the 
room, especially at the three nearly-topless women.  

"You didn't say this was an orgy," she exclaimed.

"No, I said we were having a benefit party, and you're 
quite welcome to stay, if you like."

"Hi, I'm Theresa."  She greeted the new girl warmly.  
"Do you live in the neighborhood?"

"Y-yes, just down the street.  I just moved in last 
week."

"Oh, you must be the one who bought the little house 
on the corner.  I heard it was a couple getting 
married this fall," Brett spoke up.

"Well, there won't be any wedding, so I guess it's my 
house now.  Just mine alone."

"And your name is?" Ann asked.

"Leticia," she smiled, apparently becoming a bit more 
at ease with her situation.

"I'm Ann."  She pointed at me.  "Here's my husband.  
We live next door.  And this is Marie."  She proceeded 
on around the room introducing each of person.  

"What did you mean when you said this was a benefit?" 
Leticia asked.

Rick smiled.  "One of our neighbors is having some, 
well, let's call it marital problems.  And we're doing 
the neighborly thing of getting together to see if we 
can, sort-of warm things up between them."  Theresa 
barely stifled a laugh.  "You're welcome to stay, if 
you like."

Before she could reply, the doorbell rang again.

"Well, that must be our guests of honor," Rick 
continued as he went to answer the door.  

While he was gone, Leticia whispered to Ann, "What's 
the deal with the dresses?  You three ladies are 
wearing almost exactly the same style." 

Ann smiled and started to answer, but just then Rick 
ushered Sam and Ruth into the room.  Sam was dressed 
comfortably in shorts and a polo shirt.  Ruth, as we 
had expected, was wearing her black tube dress 
suspended from the rings in her nipples.  She did a 
double-take as she scanned the room, then burst out 
laughing.

"Oh, you wonderful, lovely ladies!  How nice of you to 
come dressed like that.  I didn't know I was setting a 
new style trend.  When Sam insisted it was all right 
for me to come like this, I had no idea there would be 
others...."

Sam smiled, his eyes moving eagerly from one pair of 
bare breasts to the next.  Finally, he turned to Rick 
and said, "I really appreciate what you're doing.  I 
really do."  He shook Rick's hand warmly.  Then he 
turned to Leticia, who seemed quite taken aback by the 
newcomers.  "I don't believe we've met."

"This is Leticia," Theresa smiled.  "She lives down 
the street and just dropped in.  We're all hoping she 
will stay and enjoy our party tonight."

"Well, I hope so, too," Sam replied.  Ruth added her 
invitation also, as did the others.

"I think I'd like to stay," she began, "but I'm afraid 
I'm not properly dressed."  She shrugged her 
shoulders, then cupped her breasts through her light 
sweater.

I had been watching her, wondering how she would look 
in a dress like Ann or Theresa was wearing.  Her legs 
were terrific, and most of them were showing beneath 
her short shorts.  Her yellow top was thin enough that 
her rather substantial bra showed through.  Even so, I 
shrugged off my temptation to zap her with the remote 
so I could see what was under her clothing.

She didn't need the stimulus.  Somewhat nervously, she 
said, "Well, if I'm going to join the party, I guess I 
had better actually join the party."  Having said that 
she peeled her sweater over her head, brushed at her 
hair for a moment, then unhooked her bra and shrugged 
if off her shoulders.  "Can I just put these over 
here?" she asked.  Without waiting for an answer, she 
dropped the clothes she had just removed behind the 
door.  As she turned back toward us, she pinched her 
nipples.  "I'm sorry," she giggled as they hardened, 
"but I look kinda naked, not being pierced with any 
jewelry.  But this is who I am."  She shook her 
shoulders slightly, causing her breasts to roll and 
sway seductively.

"Just for the record," Ruth began, "I didn't get these 
buds pierced because I wanted to.  I was forced to do 
it."

"Really, Ruth," Sam cautioned.  "You don't have to go 
into that tonight."

"Well, I just thought they ought to know."

"I understand," Leticia said flatly.  "I was once 
forced to do some things I never dreamed of doing."

"Like what?" Ann asked, nodding to me that we needed 
to know why she had chosen to stay."

"Well," she said bluntly.  "I'm a virgin.  At least I 
was until I was kidnapped and hooked up to an awful 
sex machine.  It was like a piston which drove itself 
endlessly into me, in and out....  Finally, I just 
passed out.  Afterward, the guy threatened to do it 
again unless I ...did stuff ...to his thing.  You know...."  
She stuck out her tongue as if gagging.

"That's awful," Theresa concurred.

"The worst part of it...."  She paused a moment before 
continuing, "...is that the guy I was engaged to had 
planned it and paid a big brute to do it me."

"So, technically," Ann asked, "you're still a virgin..., 
I mean, since you've never actually done it with a 
man?"

"Just a machine," Leticia agreed.  "But there's no man 
alive who could do to me what that machine did.  I kid 
you not.  That thing pounded into me all night long."

"You could do that," Ann whispered to me softly, "with 
the right help."

Leticia looked at me, somewhat puzzled, but didn't 
respond.

Instead, as if on cue, Rick's voice rang out above the 
rest of the small-talk, as he said, "Let's have some 
music ...and dance!"  He pressed a button, and the sound 
system sprang to life, a throbbing beat with a tune I 
didn't recognize.  Something for the younger 
generation, I surmised as both he and Theresa began to 
bounce and chose partners.  Ruth resisted only 
momentarily, when Rick selected her and pulled her 
toward the center of the room.  His sister, obviously 
a more liberated girl than I had previously imagined, 
caught my hand, and before I quite knew what was 
happening, she was rubbing her pelvis against mine, 
her breasts swaying slightly, at least as much as they 
could while holding up her long white dress.  For a 
moment, I took my eyes off her breasts, smiled at her 
puckered lips, and caught a glimpse of my wife pulling 
Brett from his chair.  Sam watched for a moment, then 
he and Leticia joined the dance.  Marie remained where 
she was, perched on the arm of the chair her husband 
had only recently abandoned.  I wondered if she felt 
equally abandoned, then remembered she was not 
considered his wife any more, but instead was the 
family sex toy.  Did that make her a plaything for her 
son and daughter as well? I wondered. 

Hardly had all the couples joined in the dance when 
Theresa pulled me to the side of the room.  "My boobs 
are killing me!  I can't dance with the weight of this 
dress dragging them down."  She smiled up at me, "Do 
you mind if I become a bit more comfortable?"  Without 
waiting for an answer, she untied the strings from the 
rings in her nipples, then shimmied her hips a bit, 
allowing the dress to slip to her feet.  Kicking it to 
one side, she exclaimed, "There!  That's a lot 
better."  I had no argument, for she her naked body 
was far more beautiful than her dress.  

A moment later, Ann, whose nips must have been much 
more tender than Theresa's, divested herself of her 
dress without ever breaking the rhythm of the dance.  
Brett's smile affirmed his appreciation.  That set the 
mood for the evening, and within a few minutes, most 
of the ladies were dancing nude.  Even Leticia dropped 
her shorts, revealing a smoothly-shaved pubis, which 
was quite shiny, compared with the dark bushes sported 
by Ann and Theresa.  

Finally, even Ruth joined the others.  Stepping out of 
her sheath, she smiled cautiously as her shaved pussy 
was revealed.  "I was afraid to do this," she seemed 
obliged to explain, "until Leticia showed her bald 
snatch."

By then, all the men were sporting bulges in their 
britches.  Brett and Sam stripped out of the remainder 
of their clothes, but I resolved to keep my shorts on, 
primarily to maintain control over the remote, even 
though it was beginning to look like it would not be 
needed.  

The way Ruth's naked body writhed and twisted, as she 
danced with Rick, caused me to wonder what Sam's 
problem was.  Surely such a sexual being as Ruth could 
not be as cold as Sam had told Rick.  Indeed, she had 
come to the party, meeting total strangers, with her 
breasts revealed.  What's more, she had prepared 
herself by shaving her pussy and came wearing nothing 
but the single garment previously forced upon her by 
the men who had invaded their home.  The mere fact 
that she had chosen to continue wearing their rings in 
her nipples was an indication she had a major sexual 
desire.  It may have been previously suppressed, but 
now that secret urge was taking control.  She danced 
wildly with Rick.

Marie was still dressed.  That is, if you could call 
her dressed.  Even when standing, her dress was so 
short that it scarcely covered her buns, and a couple 
of times I was certain I had seen her hair thatch at 
her crotch.  Earlier, while Brett was sitting in the 
chair, she had perched on the arm of the chair, but 
when he joined the dance, she simply leaned back and 
crossed her legs.  Her dress rose higher, exposing the 
full length of her legs, even above her buttocks.  Her 
breasts heaved, and I recalled our previous encounter 
and how passionate a partner she could be.  
Interesting, I thought.  So is her daughter.  I turned 
to look at the naked young lady with whom I was 
dancing.  This is the beginning of another interesting 
neighborhood party.  In anticipation of what was yet 
to come, the bulge in my shorts grew larger.

Rick dropped his shorts, and I heard Ruth gasp as she 
caught her first glimpse of Rick's manhood.  Her 
attention was focused too low to see him signal me.  I 
faked a sudden Charlie horse and dropped out of the 
dance.  Theresa continued her rhythms solo while I 
dropped into a chair facing the dancers.  Rick 
maneuvered Ruth to a position in front of me, and I 
turned on the RMFG.  

Ruth immediately exploded in erotic ecstasy, gyrating 
and twisting her pelvis as if to shake free from the 
new inner compulsions which were taking control of 
her.  I increased the volume, and she reacted in such 
a wildly sexual exhibition that I was certain she 
might injure herself.  Instead, she pulled Rick atop 
her as she dropped backward on to the floor.  If Rick 
had tried to get away, he would never have succeeded.  
This was the second time I had watched a woman rape a 
man from underneath him, for this was much like what 
Judith had done to Brett on their first meeting.  She 
screwed him up and down, in and out, all the while 
twisting her torso as she demanded satisfaction.  

After a few moments, Rick freed himself from her 
grasp, but Ruth continued to bounce and thrust.  Brett 
replaced his son, driving his erect penis deep inside 
Ruth's craving canyon.  I'm not sure she ever noticed 
the change of partners, but even if she did she was 
too involved in seeking satisfaction really to care.  

All the dancers stood still, enthralled by the erotic 
scene transpiring before them.  

"Don't let her come," Rick cautioned, probably to his 
father.  Or maybe he was instructing me.

Sam seemed in complete denial, unable to comprehend 
what had taken control of his wife.  "I don't get it," 
I heard him whisper.  "She wouldn't let me touch her!  
And now...?"

"Your turn," Ann whispered beside me.  "Give me the 
remote."  She had settled on the arm of the chair 
where I was sitting, and I handed the RMFG to her.  I 
stood, slipped out of my shorts.  When Brett came up 
for air, I took his place atop Ruth.  Inside, she was 
a raging inferno, and my erection swelled even more as 
she absorbed me deep within her moist warmth.  I met 
her thrusts as best I could, but I had trouble 
balancing myself because her gyrating body was 
bouncing so violently.  She gave me quite a ride. 

Then I heard Rick's voice, "All right, Sam.  I think 
she's ready for you.  Enjoy yourself." 

I pulled away, and Sam climbed on.  Ruth seemed to 
realize who was in her this time, and she redoubled 
her efforts in seeking satisfaction.  Ann was 
concealing the RMFG beneath my shorts, and I sat 
beside her.  

"Shall I give her some more?" I asked.  

"By all means," Ann laughed.  "Give her the Max!"

I did, and Ruth exploded in an orgasmic crescendo 
which left Sam gasping for air.  The others applauded.  
That's when I turned off the power, allowing Ruth 
eventually to relax.

"It's our turn," Ann called out.  I looked up to see 
her hugging Theresa close, and I realized she had 
positioned the girl so the RMFG would absorb them both 
in the single field.  I pressed the on-button, and a 
moment later both naked women were in heat.  Ann threw 
herself at Brett while Theresa pulled me on to the 
floor with her.  A few moments later, as I climaxed 
within Theresa, I realized my wife had already 
satisfied Brett and was now astride Rick, riding him 
to completion.

Later, as we returned to our chairs, a faint voice was 
heard above the heavy breathing.  "What about me?"  
Marie was still sitting on the arm of her chair, still 
wearing the black fur shift.  "Don't I get any?" she 
asked.

"Well," Brett responded.  "You've been patiently 
obedient, like the good slave you are.  So it is your 
turn."  

She smiled, even as he commanded, "Stand up and dance 
for us."  She obeyed.  And when he ordered her to 
strip, she dropped her single garment and continued 
dancing naked.  After a few more moments, Brett said, 
"All right, Marie, you can have any man here who's 
willing to have you.  Who do you want?"

Marie laughed, then tugged at the coffee table until 
she had it turned toward me.  Then she stretched out 
on it and spread her legs wide open toward me, giving 
me a lascivious smile.  "I want your hand," she 
pleaded.  "Please."

I knew what she meant.  "Do you need any help?" I 
asked.

"No, I'm already hot, just watching everyone else.  
Please, just do it to me."

She was correct.  Moisture already dripped from 
between her folds.  She must have been playing with 
herself while we danced, for she was soft and 
flexible, enough that my fingers slipped in easily.  
After just a few strokes to manipulate her, she arched 
her hips and opened wide enough to admit my knuckles, 
then my entire hand.  I heard Theresa gasp, along with 
her brother.  

Deep inside her, I curled my fingers and massaged the 
ridges of her vagina.  Marie screamed in joyous 
approval, bouncing her hips on the table top as she 
absorbed my hand inside her all the way up to my 
wrist.  Then she exploded, squeezing my hand, rubbing 
her clit against my wrist bone in joyous celebration 
as she satisfied her sexuality.  I simply held my hand 
still, allowing her to enjoy herself until, finally, 
she released me.  Only then did I withdraw.  

"I have never, ever seen anything like that," Leticia 
exploded, suddenly releasing her pent-up breath, which 
she must have been holding the entire time.  "My pussy 
would never stretch so big!"  Her eyes bounced back 
and forth from Marie to me.  Then she demanded,  "How 
did you do that?"

Theresa laughed, "Oh, she's had lots of practice."

Ann responded, "Leticia, didn't you say you've never 
had a man's cock inside you?"

"Yes, but..." she hesitated.

"Really?" a couple of others asked, as in disbelief.  

"Oh, I've had a dildo in me.  In fact, I had a machine 
pounding away inside me all night.  Once."

"How could you stand it?" Marie asked.

"I didn't have a choice.  I was kidnapped..., forced to 
do horrible things with my mouth on this big brute."  
She cringed as the memory returned.

"Horrible things?" Ann asked.  "You mean he made you 
suck his cock?"

"Exactly!" Leticia exclaimed.  "My fiancè wanted me to 
do it to him, and when I refused he hired this monster 
to force me.  They even brainwashed me so I would 
crave it and do it on command.  Now the whole idea is 
just sickening to me."

"How horrible to be mistreated like that!" Theresa 
exclaimed.  

"I don't see how any woman can do that to a man," 
Leticia exclaimed.

"Oh, I don't know," Marie smiled.  I rather like 
giving head." 

"You're putting me on," Leticia accused.

"Not in the least," Marie smiled.  "I think every 
woman secretly wants to do it."

Ann said, "If you're ever going to have a satisfactory 
sex life," Leticia, "you will have to get over your 
phallic fears." 

"Yeah, sure.  Just like that, I'm going to change my 
taste for sex.  Pardon the pun," Leticia sneered.  
"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because it's fun," Marie insisted.

Ann nodded to me, indicating she had a small tube in 
her hand.  Silently she motioned for me to sit in the 
large upholstered chair.  Putting her arm across 
Leticia's bare shoulders, Ann consoled her 
sympathetically, "I can appreciate how traumatic your 
ordeal was, but it's best to put it all behind you so 
you can get on with your life.  Now, I certainly 
wouldn't push you into anything that's revolting to 
you, but I can assure you it's not as bad as you 
think."

"Oh, sure!  That's easy for you to say," Leticia 
sneered again.

"It is," Ann agreed, "but that's because my husband as 
the best-tasting cock in the world."

"I'm sorry, Ann, but I can't accept that as fact."

"Will you humor me?  I mean," Ann asked, "will you do 
one thing for me?"

"No, I won't suck your husband's cock, if that's what 
you mean."

"Oh, I would never ask you to do that," Ann assured 
her.  "But I would like for you to try one simple 
little experiment for me."  

"Like what?" Leticia questioned, apparently moved by 
Ann's compassion.

"All I ask is that you kiss the tip of my husband's 
cock."  Before Leticia could protest, Ann continued, 
"Keep your lips closed.  Just plant a little kiss on 
the tip of his tool.  That's all I ask.  Will you do 
that?"

Leticia looked at me as if I were the devil himself, 
then down at my erection, already standing at 
attention with anticipation of what was sure to occur 
if she took my wife's advice.  Ann stepped over by the 
chair, reached down and pinched the head of my pecker 
as if to show it wouldn't bite.  It was a simple move, 
but I felt the wetness on her fingers and knew she had 
just coated me with her special formula from Tube X.  

"Just one little kiss," Ann repeated.  "After that, 
we'll shut up and not pester you."  She turned to the 
others.  "Are we all agreed?  There'll be no more talk 
of this if she will just give him one little kiss?"

The others nodded their agreement, although I could 
detect skeptically raised eyebrows as they wondered 
what was going on with Ann.

"Well," Leticia whispered hoarsely.  "I guess I could 
try...."  She came toward me slowly, cautiously, 
brushing her hair back from her face.  Then she leaned 
over slightly.  Her breasts swayed past my face as she 
leaned farther down.  For a moment she paused, looked 
me full in the face and smiled.  I smiled back.  
Apparently somewhat reassured, she leaned on down, and 
I felt the warmth of her lips for just a moment.  The 
she straightened up and looked around.

All eyes in the room were on her as she said, "There.  
I did what you asked."  Then she licked her lips.

Ann looked at me and grinned.  I braced myself, but 
not quite soon enough.  In a moment of desperation, 
Leticia dropped to her knees and swallowed almost my 
entire erection in one gulp.  Her head bounced up and 
down as she sampled my shaft with her tongue, as if 
tasting it for the first time.  I hoped she did not 
decide to use her teeth.  She did not.  Instead, she 
licked and gulped as if she were eating a Popsicle, 
and I was the beneficiary of all her actions.  Believe 
me, it felt great!  

Momentarily, I glanced across the room and saw my wife 
instructing Rick to sit, and in what appeared to be an 
accident, she brushed the tip of his erection.  He did 
not know that Ann had prepped him to be next in line 
after me.  I was glad, because I knew I couldn't hold 
out long under the workout the girl was giving me.  
When I came, she slurped down my entire load.

"Nooo," she complained, as Ann pulled her away, but 
when Ann directed her to Rick's erection she 
exclaimed, "Yessss!"  Then she went after him like a 
puppy suddenly loose in a butcher shop.  He arched his 
back, and I knew he would soon unload.  By then Ann 
was already preparing Brett for his turn.  And so it 
went throughout the remainder of the evening.   
Leticia systematically sucked off every cock in the 
room, hardly coming up for air between them.  

Finally, when each of the guys had taken a turn in her 
mouth, Ann eased Leticia into a chair and gave her a 
glass of lemonade.  "Here," she directed.  "Rinse your 
mouth and relax.  You've had enough for one night.  
And what's more, you're still a virgin."

"Wow!" was all Leticia could say.  "I certainly don't 
know what came over me."

"Did you enjoy it?" Ann asked.

"Well," Leticia grinned, "I really hate to admit this, 
but YES!  I thoroughly enjoyed every one of the cocks 
I sucked.  And you know what? ...I think I'm pretty good 
at it."  

"Well," Rick laughed, "I guess this turned out to be a 
benefit party after all."

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The End

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