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Marie's Affair
(C) by Erotin Thraller

This is the tale of a couple and their two adult children.  The 
mother's affair yields an interesting arrangement in the family.

Codes:  Bond, exhib, voy, oral, M+F+

Marie's Affair, Chapter One

It was one of those quiet, laid back Sunday afternoons 
when everybody had something he should be doing but no 
one had quite enough ambition to get up and do it.  
Brett had finished his morning run, eaten a light 
snack, then curled up on the couch and was fast 
asleep.  Marie stood in the doorway watching him, 
angry that he could sleep so soundly in the middle of 
the day and jealous that she was somehow unable to do 
the same.  She admired Brett.  He was handsome and 
good looking, a strong body with a sharp mind, an 
excellent provider for his family, and she was proud 
to be his wife. 

Marie was also rather pleased with herself.  She knew 
she was attractive, at least as much as the mother of 
two teenagers could hope to be.  She worked out at the 
gym, which kept her legs and arms well toned.  Lately 
she had taken up weight lifting, strengthening her 
pectoral muscles until her already pert breasts were 
now based on a muscular foundation, giving them extra 
lift which enhanced their beauty.

She had a good marriage.  And theirs was a good 
family.  Rick was eighteen, fresh out of high school 
and heading for the university that fall.  As Marie's 
father used to say, Rick was "the spitting image" of 
his father, Brett.  And there was Theresa, their 
daughter, a blonde beauty.  Marie like to think she 
took after her, except for her blonde hair and blue 
eyes, and where they originated was a total mystery.  
Both she and Brett were dark completed with black 
hair.  The same with Rick.  Life has many mysteries, 
she decided.

Yes, Marie thought to herself, I'm very fortunate.  I 
have a good life, a good family.  What more could I 
ever want?  With that, she gave a sigh of satisfaction 
and climbed the stairs to her bedroom.  The bedroom 
doors of both her children were open.  Rick was busy 
at his computer.  Theresa was reading.  It was indeed 
a quiet, laid back Saturday afternoon.

For several minutes Marie stood in the doorway of the 
master bedroom, feeling guilty for not being busy at 
something and wondering why she really didn't want to 
be doing anything.  Finally, she decided to go out on 
the back deck and just sit awhile.  If the rest of the 
family could relax, maybe it was all right for her as 
well.  What would it hurt? she decided.  Why must I be 
always busy? And with that she moved quickly and 
quietly back downstairs, down the hall, through the 
kitchen, and out on to the deck.

Honeysuckle were in bloom, and the sweet fragrance of 
the tiny white flowers perfumed the air all around the 
deck, reminding Marie that it was a great place to 
relax.  She pulled the chaise longue into the sunshine 
and stretched out in it.  The sun felt so comfortably 
warm that she bunched her skirt above her knees, 
exposing her legs, hoping to get a bit more tan.  A 
few minutes later, she was sound asleep.

She dreamed.  An erotic dream.  Randy, their neighbor 
up the street was holding her in his arms.  She 
tingled as he ran his hands down her back, then pulled 
her to him and kissed her deeply.  She responded with 
warm kisses of her own.  Urgently feeling the passion 
within her loins, she pulled him close.  Then wanting 
him even more, she lay back and lifted her skirt...

"Mother!"  Theresa's voice pierced her passion, 
brutally dragging her back into conscious reality.  
"What are you doing?" her daughter demanded.

"Just taking a little nap," Marie replied sleepily, 
not wanting to interrupt her dream, especially since 
the dream was a real memory of many such moments she 
and Randy had actually spent together in the physical 
abandonment of sexual passion.  Of course, that was 
all a secret, certainly unknown to anyone in her 
family, most particularly Theresa.  Or any of the 
neighbors, for that fact.  She and Randy had been 
extremely cautious, very discreet, always accounting 
for their time and presence so as to cover every trail 
which might reveal their secret affair.  After all, it 
was not as if she needed to cheat on her husband.  No, 
her connection with her neighbor was strictly for fun.  
It was an extra.  Something she did just for 
excitement and sexual satisfaction.  So what could it 
hurt, since she was not harming anyone in her family?

"Mother, your skirt!"  Theresa was still accusing her.

"What about it?" Marie asked, perplexed that her 
daughter was complaining, just because she had exposed 
her legs to get a little sun.  

"Someone might see.  What if the neighbors saw you?"

"I'm sure they've seen my legs before.  I have 
actually worn shorts when I worked in the yard, you 
know," Marie snapped.

"What about your panties?" Theresa asked, her voice 
revealing her frustration.

"Pant...?"  Looking down, Marie realized she must have 
been acting out her dream.  Her skirt was bunched all 
the way up to her waist, completely revealing her lace 
briefs.  "Oh, my!" she gasped, jerking quickly at her 
skirt to cover herself.  "I don't know how that 
happened.  The sun felt so good, that I guess I ...well, 
I'm sorry."  She smiled at her daughter.  "Thank you 
for letting me know.  I certainly don't want to shame 
the family with some unwarranted display."  Her laugh 
was forced.  Then she realized she smelled smoke.  
Sitting up and turning, she saw that the barbecue 
grill had been lit.

Theresa nodded in the direction of the grill.  "We 
decided to have bratwurst for dinner.  Dad already 
started heating the coals already.  So we can begin 
cooking whenever you want."

"Oh, good.  That's fine, dear."  Marie was still 
having trouble changing venues from the passion she 
felt with her neighbor to the functionality of her 
family.  She pulled herself to her feet, momentarily 
pausing to wonder if Brett had seen her with her 
panties exposed.  Even more, if he had seen her, why 
hadn't he said anything?  Puzzled, she withdrew to the 
upstairs restroom.  Later, refreshed and back in 
control, she returned to the kitchen, wondering what 
she could prepare to go with the brats, which her 
family so thoroughly enjoyed.  Somehow, bratwurst 
seemed more suitable for a picnic than a family 
dinner, but that opinion was not shared by any of the 
other three members of the family.  They loved those 
greasy tubes of spicy meat.  Mildly frustrated, she 
opened the pantry door to search for ideas.  That's 
when the doorbell rang.

"Will one of you get that?" she called, then realized 
the others in her family were out on the deck.  
Frustrated, she hurried down the hallway and through 
the entryway.  As soon as she opened the door, two men 
burst in, almost knocking her down to the stone floor.  
Before she could regain her balance, one of the men 
pinned her arms behind her back and she heard the 
click of handcuffs as they were snapped on to her 
wrists.  She screamed.

"That ought to hold you," the man said from behind 
her.  He pushed her into the entryway closet and 
slammed the door, locking her inside.

Constrained by the handcuffs, Marie was unable to 
reach for the doorknob.  Neither could she pound on 
the door, like she wanted to do.  She continued to 
scream, calling for Brett to come.  Calling to warn 
her children.  Calling for anyone who might hear and 
help.  Eventually, the darkness overwhelmed her and 
she began to take control of herself.  Who were these 
men?  She was certain she had never seen either of 
them before.  Both needed a shave.  One had long oily 
hair tied in a pigtail at the nape of his neck.  The 
other had hair that was non-descript blond, shaggy and 
unkempt.  Both wore sweatshirts and sweat pants, gray 
and grimy.  Neither was the kind of person she would 
have invited into her home, had she been given that 
choice.  

There was scuffling in the entryway, but inside the 
closet Marie was unable to determine what was going 
on.  Had her family discovered the men? Were the men 
looting the house, carrying off some of their 
valuables?  What was happening? Was her family all 
right?  Safe?  

Eventually, she had no idea how long, the door opened.  
Pigtail grabbed her by the wrist and led her out of 
the closet.  The sudden brightness of the light 
momentarily blinded her, and she could not really 
focus until she had been led into the family room at 
the other end of the hall.  Blondy greeted her at the 
doorway.

"Welcome to reality," he grinned.  Something about his 
leer reminded her of the way a cat toys with a mouse 
when it knows there's no way the mouse can escape.  
She felt trapped, just like that mouse.  "As you can 
see," he continued, "we have your family, and they are 
here just waiting for you to arrive."

"Isn't this a cozy little scene?" Pigtail sneered.  
"Such a nice little family.  I'm sure you all love 
each other very much."  He paused a moment, then said, 
"And in the next little while we're going to find out 
just how much you love one another."

"Oh, this is going to be such fun!" Blondy exclaimed, 
gleefully clapping his hands.  "I love doing this."

During this time, Marie had slowly recovered from her 
shock of being trapped in the closet, only to become 
aware of the other members of her family, each of 
which was manacled and constrained, as was she.  
Theresa standing in front of the fireplace and 
apparently was wearing handcuffs which were attached 
behind her back to the fireplace tool bracket.  Rick 
likewise wore handcuffs, which were attached to a ring 
that had been screwed into the ceiling, holding his 
hands high over his head.  Brett was standing in the 
doorway leading into the half-bath.  His hands were 
separated, each tied to a ring screwed into the top 
corners of the door frame.  His feet were likewise 
separated and fastened to each side of the open 
doorframe.  

"Be calm," Brett was instructing her, as she slowly 
began to absorb the enormity of their situation.  
"They've not hurt us, so just be calm, and this will 
all be over soon," he told her reassuringly.  His 
voice was so convincing that she could almost believe 
him.  But not quite.  She knew he was just as 
frightened as she was.

Both intruders stood calmly watching Marie as she 
surveyed the room.  She had the impression they were 
allowing her time to realize the predicament the 
entire family was in.  Eventually, she realized she 
was the only one of the four still free to move around 
the room.  But there was no escape.  Both intruders 
stood in the only doorway out of the family room.  
There was no place she could run.  They were all 
trapped.  All her family were very much at the mercy 
of these men, whoever they were.  There was no use in 
screaming.  No one could hear.  No one would come.  It 
was up to the four of them to work their way out of 
this situation.  Or somehow to get through it.  If 
they could....

"What... do you want?" Marie asked, trying hard to keep 
her voice from revealing how terrified she actually 
was.  "If it's money...."

Blondy cut her off.  "We just want to have a little 
fun, lady."

"We're not here to steal," Pigtail snapped.  "You may 
call us perverts," he laughed, "but don't you dare 
call us thieves."

"Yeah, we like sex.  Okay?" Blondy informed them.  "I 
hope you do too.  It'll make things go a whole lot 
easier on you, if you do."

"That's right lady.  We're going to have a little sex 
party, and to get started, lady, why don't you just 
take off your dress?"  Pigtail leered at her, his eyes 
running up and down her body.  He was obviously 
waiting to see more of her.

Marie stalled, trembling at the very thought of what 
might lie in store for her and her family.  "How can 
I," she asked.  "My hands are tied."

"Oh, that ain't no problem," Pigtail assured her.  He 
produced a key from his pocket, and a moment later the 
handcuffs came free.  "There you are, lady, free as a 
bird.  And a very pretty one I might add."

Marie rubbed her wrists, hoping they had not been 
bruised by the metal restraints.  Momentarily, she 
ignored the command she had been given.  Being free of 
the cuffs gave her hope that there was yet some way it 
could be postponed or avoided entirely.  Maybe I can 
just run away? she thought.  There's nothing holding 
me.  Surely my family won't hold it against me if I 
run away and leave them.  I could go for help!

"Well?" Blondy asked.  "Are you going to take off that 
dress?  Or do I get to take it off of you?"

Marie looked at her son.  He averted his eyes, 
refusing to look at her.  His husband's face was no 
help either.  When she turned to him, he shrugged as 
if to indicate he was too helpless to be of any 
assistance.  Suddenly she felt very much alone.  It 
was her decision.  And hers alone.  Just when she 
needed them to help her know what to do, neither of 
the men in her family could help her.  Meanwhile, the 
two men who actually controlled all the power were 
demanding that she disrobe.  How humiliating!  How 
could she do it?  She looked around the room.  Both 
intruders continued to stand in the door which blocked 
the only exit from the room.  She was trapped.

"I think she needs some encouragement," Pigtail said, 
nodding to Blondy.

Without a word, Blondy crossed the room to the fire 
place, stood for a moment in front of Theresa, then 
reached with both hands to the collar of her dress, 
and with one harsh yank ripped her dress completely 
from her body, leaving her screaming as she stood 
there wearing only a skimpy bra and brief panty.

"Not bad," Pigtail grinned.  "I think I'm going to 
enjoy this afternoon.

"How dare you!" roared Brett.  Marie screamed along 
with Theresa, who continued to cry out hysterically.

"Shut up, all of you!" bellowed Pigtail.  None of you 
are going to stop us from doing what we came here to 
do.  If you want to get in our way or try to stop us, 
then we may have to get rough.  On the other hand, if 
you cooperate, well...."   He looked at Marie and spoke 
in a very quiet voice.  "Are you going to undress for 
us?  Or do you want us to do it for you?"  When Marie 
did not answer immediately, he continued, "Or maybe my 
friend here should finish what he started with your 
pretty daughter?"  That threat brought another round 
of screaming complaints from Theresa, who was jerking 
her hands against her restraints, her barely concealed 
breasts bouncing seductively. 

"Just give the word," Blondy grinned, "and we'll get 
her goodies out where we can all enjoy looking at 
them." 

"No, I'll do it," Marie whispered softly.

"What did you say?" asked Pigtail.  "I didn't hear 
you."

"I said 'I'd do it,'" she replied.  Then sternly she 
spoke up, "Just don't touch my daughter, ever again!"

"Oh, my!  She does have a temper," Blondy observed.  
"This may be more fun than I thought."

"Well," Pigtail asked impatiently, "are you just going 
to stand there talking about it, or are you going to 
strip?"

"I said I'd do it," she replied.  "Just give me time."

"Oh, we got lots of time, lady.  Just don't think 
you're going to get out of it by stalling around."

Marie sighed, then reached for the hem of her dress.

"Uh, uh, uh," Pigtail cautioned.  "Not too fast.  Take 
it nice and slow, you know, like a stripper.  You can 
even dance for us.  That would be nice.  Open the 
buttons and take it off slow and easy.  A little bit 
at a time."

"Yeah," chimed in Blondy, "like you were up on stage 
and all the guys are yelling."

"He means," Pigtail continued, "that we want you to 
act like a slut.  Take it off slow, and show us what 
you got.  Act proud, and don't hide a thing.  You got 
that?"

"I heard you," she muttered, then slowly began 
unbuttoning the buttons at the front of her dress.

"Dance as you do it," Blondy reminded her.

Marie tried, but without music her movements were 
awkward unconvincing.  She took her time, opening one 
button at a time and looking around before beginning 
the next one.  There were four.  When they were open, 
she held her dress open, revealing her bra.  There was 
nothing fancy about it, except that it had been washed 
so many times that it had shrunk.  Added to the fact 
that her weight lifting had enhanced her bosom, her 
bra was now probably two sizes too small.  Her breasts 
spilled out over the top, giving her an enticing 
cleavage.  She looked helplessly at Theresa, then 
dropped the dress off her shoulders, did a slow turn 
and stepped out of it.  Rick looked awestruck, then 
glanced away as if embarrassed by his mother's near 
nudity.  Besides the undersized bra, Marie was wearing 
lacy high-cut panties which hid hardly anything.  A 
few minutes earlier, her daughter had complained when 
she allowed her panties to show a bit.  Now they were 
fully revealed.  The rounded cheeks of her bottom were 
nearly bare, and the fluff of her pubic hair was 
clearly visible through the lace.  

"All right," Brett roared.  "That's enough."

"Oh, no, she's just getting started.  So shut up!  
She's going to show us what a slut she is."

"Oh, mother!" Theresa moaned.  "Don't do it."

"Take it off!" Blondy demanded.

Marie's hands went slowly, almost mechanically behind 
her back.  Rick gasped, then visibly held his breath.  
Marie brought her hands forward slowly, then threw her 
bra to one side.  "There!  Are you satisfied?" she 
asked as she rotated her shoulders and allowed her 
naked breasts to sway and roll, as she knew they 
would.  When she saw looks of appreciation in the eyes 
of these two intruders, she decided to reclaim what 
control she could.  Jerking her panties down quickly, 
she kicked them away, then did a slow turn completely 
naked.

"Mother!" Rick exclaimed.  His voice revealed complete 
disbelief in what he was seeing.

"You didn't have to do it," Brett muttered.

"Oh, yeah?" Blondy asked him.  "Did you think you were 
going to keep her from it?  Were you going to protect 
her virtue?  Or her modesty?"

"I tell you what," Pigtail said laughing.  "Since you 
were such a brave man, speaking up for your pretty 
little woman, I think we ought to give you a prize."  
He looked at Blondy, "Don't you think he deserves 
credit for being so brave?"

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking then he sure 
does."

"I agree," Pigtail sneered.  Then he turned to Marie, 
who was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the 
room, as if not sure what she should do or even where 
she should put her hands.  Getting out of her clothes 
had been hard enough, but now that she was the only 
naked person in a room with five fully dressed people, 
she was extremely nervous.  Pigtail was still giving 
orders.  "Go kneel in front of your husband."

"Oh, no!" she gasped.

"Well, you already know what you're supposed to do?  
Right?  Then do it, and all of us get to watch."

"Don't do it, Marie," Brett ordered.

"Shut up," Pigtail snapped.  "Lady, get down there and 
suck him off.  And don't take all day doing it."

"Mother!" Theresa begged.

"Shut up, girl," Pigtail ordered.  "Or maybe you want 
to take her place?  Is that what you want?  Are you 
wanting to make your daddy cum?"

"No!" Marie begged.  "I'll do it.  If anyone has to, 
then it will be me."  She knelt before Brett, looked 
up at his face and without taking her eyes away from 
his she unzipped his fly.

"Do the belt, too, lady," Blondy instructed.  "Drop 
his pants so we can see what you're doing." 

Marie complied, stripping Brett's trousers and shorts 
down his legs as far as his spread stance would allow 
them to drop.

"Well, what do you know?" Pigtail observed.  "No sign 
of an erection.  What's a-matter, big man?  Doesn't 
the sight of your naked wife get you turned on?"  He 
paused.  "Well, I guess it's all up to you, lady.  A 
slut like you should be able to get him up and going 
mighty fast.  Do it."

It was not the first time Marie had given oral to her 
husband.  In fact, that had been one of their favorite 
activities even before they married.  She considered 
herself quite good at it, and Brett certainly never 
complained.  Neither did Randy, their neighbor, whom 
she had frequently serviced when they met for lunch.  
A quickie in the car was always fun, not only for him 
but also for her.  But this was different.  Here she 
was naked, on her knees before her husband, with both 
their children watching, along with two strange men 
who were making lewd remarks.  Humiliation was hardly 
adequate to describe her feelings.

She kissed her way up his legs, hoping that would 
arouse him so she could get it all over with quickly.  
Then took his tool between her lips and began to work 
it with her tongue.  When she sensed Brett flinch a 
bit, she knew she had touched the proper nerve, and 
she worked it gently.  He responded, and when he grew 
to full erection, she swallowed his entire length, 
hummed a moment, then bobbed up and down on it.

"Mother!" Theresa exclaimed, obviously horrified at 
this wanton exhibition by her parents.

"Shut up, girl, and enjoy the show.  Maybe you'll 
learn something.  Or maybe you already know tricks you 
could teach your old lady?  Is that it, girl?"  

Theresa dropped her head, obviously unwilling to 
commit herself on sexual matters.  Rick kept turning 
his head away, then repeatedly looking back, he found 
himself unable to keep his eyes off his mother's 
ministrations.

Marie was good at what she did.  Bringing her husband 
to full climax took only a few minutes, and when he 
spurted she swallowed, cleaning his rod with her 
tongue.  Then she looked up at her captors and asked, 
"Well, are you satisfied?"

"Of course, not," Pigtail replied.  "But it looks like 
he is."  Indeed, Brett's erection was fading fast.  
Marie stood, then whispered to Brett, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I bet she is," Blondy snickered.  "But not as 
sorry as she's going to be."

"Oh, I don't know about that."  Pigtail walked over to 
Marie and looked her straight in the eyes, "Do you 
think your husband enjoyed what you just did to him?"

"No," she answered.  "Not under these circumstances."

"Then why do you think he came like that?  If he 
didn't enjoy it, how could he squirt so much stuff 
into your mouth?"

"I guess that's just a physical reaction.  It doesn't 
mean he enjoyed it," she snipped.

"Oh, so you think an orgasm is just a physical thing, 
like it doesn't need chocolate and candles and all 
that lovey-dovey stuff a woman says she needs to get 
turned on?"

"I didn't say that.  I said for him it's just a 
physical reaction."  For the moment, Marie had almost 
forgotten she was naked and began to get into the 
argument with greater attention.

"But you're saying women are not like that?  Am I 
correct?"

"Well."  She wasn't sure where to go with the 
argument.  Besides, she thought, what's the point?

"I tell you what," Pigtail told her gruffly.  "You're 
going to show us how fast you can bring yourself to an 
orgasm.  We're going to watch, and you're going to do 
it right here."  He pointed to the floor in front of 
Rick.

"You're kidding," she snapped.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" he asked.  He nodded to 
Blondy.  "Want to do the daughter?"

"You leave my daughter alone!" Marie demanded.

"All right," Pigtail strangely agreed.  Then he added, 
"We'll work on your husband instead.  Now, you really 
don't want him to get hurt, do you?"

Marie gave a worried glance at Brett, who was still 
standing in the doorway, his arms tied up and out so 
he couldn't move.  His pants still hung around his 
knees, and his limp penis was dripping, the results of 
her recent blow job.  "Of course I don't want him 
hurt," she muttered.

"Good.  So get down here on the floor and get yourself 
in the mood, 'cause you're going to make love to 
yourself.  And we're going to watch."

Slowly, ever so slowly, Marie lowered herself on to 
the floor, first to her knees, then till she sat.

"No," Pigtail ordered.  "Turn around.  Face your son 
so he can watch."

Reluctantly, she turned slowly on her bottom until her 
legs stretched out in front of her facing Rick.  Still 
sitting, she looked up at her son and mouthed, "I'm 
sorry."  Rick turned his face away, unable to look at 
her.

"Lay down," Pigtail ordered.  "And spread your legs.  
Wide.  Wider," he demanded when she was slow in 
complying.  "Now, sonny, take a good look.  Get your 
head back around here so you can see your slut of a 
mother.  Watch what she does.  Are you looking?  Okay, 
lady, do yourself."

Slowly Marie ran her fingers down over her body, first 
pinching her nipples, then finally using her fingers 
between her legs.  It was obvious her heart was not in 
what she was doing.  Pigtail looked at Blondy and 
nodded.  Blondy extracted a switchblade from his 
pocket and approached Brett slowly, like a cat 
stalking its prey.  Marie watched as he moved toward 
her husband, horrified, not knowing what to expect.  
Blondy stood near Brett, then reached out and grabbed 
his penis.

"You want me to cut it off now?" he asked, turning 
back to look at Pigtail.

"Not just yet," Pigtail ordered.  "Maybe later.  We'll 
let the lady decide."  He turned back to Marie.  "What 
I'm getting at is that if you can't do it with your 
fingers, then we'll cut off your husband's pecker and 
stuff it up inside you.  Then you'll always have him 
with you.  Understand?"

Marie couldn't believe what she was hearing.  "So I 
have to make myself cum or you're going to castrate 
him?  Is that what you said?"

"Well, that's the general idea," he replied.  "Which 
will it be?"

"I'll do it," she gasped.  "I'll do it.  I'll try.  I 
really will."  And with that she desperately began to 
work her fingers between her legs.  Rick, under duress 
from Blondy, watched closely as his mother plunged her 
hand in and out, lifting her hips to meet each thrust, 
desperately trying to create the feelings which would 
yield an orgasm.

"Oh, mother," Theresa cried.  Rick and Brett were 
strangely quiet.  The two intruders watched intently 
as Marie continued her desperate masturbation.  She 
was fatigued nearly to the point of total exhaustion 
when finally she came.  It really wasn't much of an 
orgasm, but it was enough to satisfy the men that she 
had fulfilled their agreement.  After she had caught 
her breath, they allowed her to stand.

"That was nice," Pigtail told her, strangely 
complimentary.  "I bet you're a great lay."

"Don't get any ideas," Marie snapped, still determined 
to deal with her situation, even though she had lost 
each round thus far.

"Oh, I have many ideas, lady, like dealing with that 
cute daughter of yours.  I'd like to see how long it 
takes her to bring herself off.  Do you think she 
could do it quicker than you did?"

"You wouldn't," Marie pleaded.  "Please don't.  Don't 
make her do that."

"Okay, lady.  We won't, for now, if you will just 
remember it was your decision."

"I'll remember," she whispered nervously.

"Bring the girl over here," Pigtail ordered.

Blondy released Theresa from her handcuffs and jerked 
her unceremoniously across the floor until she stood 
beside her mother.  "Here's your daughter, lady.  Real 
pretty, ain't she?"

"Y-Y-Yes, she is," Marie agreed.

Pigtail grinned.  "I can't hear you, lady.  What did 
you say?"

"I-I-I said I think she's very pretty."

"Good.  Now show us how pretty she is."

"What?"  

"He means," Blondy chimed in, "that I'm just going to 
stand here and hold your daughter's hands so she won't 
run away.  And you're going to finish undressing her."

"No," Marie snapped.  "No way will I do that.  Not to 
her."

Pigtail stepped forward and grasped Theresa by the 
arm.  "I'll hold her."  Then he nodded to Blondy and 
said, "Get your knife and go...."

"All right!" Marie agreed.  "I'm sorry, Theresa, but... 
well, you can see how it is."

"No, I don't understand," Theresa complained.  "What 
right do these men have to come in here and...."

Pigtail slapped Marie across the mouth.  Blood 
appeared on her lips.  

"Mouth off again like that, little girl," Pigtail 
roared, "and I'll use my fist instead of just slapping 
her.  Do you want me to beat your mother to a pulp?"

"But I didn't...."  That's as far as Theresa got.  
Pigtail's fist landed just above Marie's navel.  She 
doubled over with a gasp as the air went out of her.  
Theresa screamed.  Brett yelled his defiance.  

"Shut up!" Blondie ordered.

"I'm sorry, mother.  I'm sorry," Theresa begged, 
suddenly realizing that her defiance had brought the 
additional pain to her mother.

"Catch your breath, lady.  And then do like I said.  
Finish undressing your daughter.  Strip her!  I want 
to see her naked.  Now!"

Theresa's face streamed with tears as Marie reached 
her shaking hands behind Theresa's back and unsnapped 
her bra, then pulled it off her shoulders.  Then she 
stripped her daughter's panties down her legs.  
Quickly, Theresa reached down and covered her crotch 
with her free hand, suddenly looking nervously at her 
brother.  

"Put your hands over your head," Pigtail ordered.  
"Let me family see what a beauty you are.  In fact, I 
think your whole family would like to see the neat way 
you trimmed your pussy hair."  

Totally defeated, Theresa complied with their order, 
raising her hands, then allowed Pigtail to guide her 
into a slow turn so all could see her complete 
nakedness.  The tears which continued to flow did not 
detract from her beauty.

"All right, that's enough," Rick demanded.  "Why are 
you humiliating my sister?  Why do you have to 
brutalize my mother?  Enough already!"

"Oh, I guess you're jealous because you're not getting 
any of the action."  Blondy looked at Pigtail, "Reckon 
that's his problem?  Maybe he needs some special 
attention, too.  What-a you think?"

"Could be," he replied.  "All right, little girl.  You 
watched your mother bring off your dad.  Now, let's 
see how well you can do your brother."

A chorus of all four members of the family resounded 
about the room in a defiant, "NO!"

Blondy looked at Brett.  "You sound mighty brave for a 
man who could lose your manhood if she refuses to do 
what we tell her."

"You wouldn't," Brett snapped.

"Don't tempt him," Pigtail warned.  "You've not seen 
how well he handles that knife.  All I have to do is 
nod, and you're bleeding where you're peeing.  And 
then you'll have to sit on the pot to pee for the rest 
of your life."

"No," Marie begged.  "Please don't.  Please, please, 
please....  Whatever you want, just don't do that.  
Please, I'll do it.  Don't touch my husband.  Please!"

"Shut up, lady!" Blondy ordered.  "We're talking to 
your daughter, not you."

Pigtail released his hold on Theresa and grabbed 
Marie's arms, which were waving violently.  "He said 
to be quiet, lady.  I think I'll take you out to the 
kitchen so you won't disturb the rest of your family.  
Out there, I think I'll sample some of your special 
treats for myself.  Meanwhile, your daughter is going 
to see if she can beat your time in bringing your son 
to a climax.  I bet his pecker will fit in that pretty 
mouth of hers just fine."  He headed for the door, 
dragging her.  She began to protest, but forced 
herself to be quiet when he doubled his fist and shook 
it in her face.

Once they were in the kitchen, Marie turned to face 
him.  "What are you going to do with me?"

"Oh, I'm just going to keep you occupied so you won't 
interfere with your daughter's decision.  It's up to 
her to decide what's going to happen next.  What do 
you think?  Will she suck off her brother?  Or will 
she decide to let my friend slice off your husband's 
dick?"

"You're horrible!" she exclaimed.  "No one should have 
to make that decision."

"Maybe not, but it's going to be interesting to see 
what she decides."  He paused a moment, then backed up 
to the kitchen counter and hopped up on to the 
countertop.  "So why don't we just keep you occupied 
so you won't get all worked up in a tizzy over 
whatever she may decide?"  He stretched the waist of 
his sweat pants, pulling it down to reveal a huge 
erection.  Then, still holding Marie by her wrist, he 
jerked her around, twisting her arm until he forced 
her head down to his lap.  "From the way you went at 
your husband, I can tell you really like to suck cock.  
So let's just keep you busy.  Okay?"

Marie almost retched at the sight of his enormous 
erection.  Her stomach was still churning from the 
blow she had received a few minutes earlier, and her 
heart was pounding from the fear of what might be 
happening just a few feet away in the family room.  
What was going on?  What would Theresa decide?  Was 
Brett in real danger?  How was Rick handling all of 
this?

"Do me!" Pigtail ordered.

His impatience implied that she had no other choice.  
She opened her mouth and lowered her head.  His 
swollen penis was so much larger than any she had ever 
previously encountered that she nearly gagged.  Afraid 
of what he might do to her if she did, Marie fought 
off the impulse and ran her tongue around the tip.  
His fluids were bitter, and momentarily she wondered 
what might have been in his diet that would give him 
such a horrible taste.  

"That's a good girl," Pigtail assured her, placing his 
hands behind her head and pushing.

Marie choked as he pushed down on her head.  The 
pressure forced his penis deep into her mouth, against 
the back of her throat, then further in until she 
couldn't help but gag.  She coughed, gurgling with the 
fluids he was already excreting.  When he allowed her 
to come up for air, she gasped.  Then he was shoving 
her head down again.  He was brutal with her.  Even 
though she had consented to this oral exercise, it 
quickly became more of a rape than anything even the 
most wanton woman could ever enjoy.  Pigtail was 
apparently thrilled with it, however, because he 
thrust and pushed and rotated her head with the 
pressure of his hands, guiding her to provide the 
stimulation he desired until finally he burst forth 
with what seemed an endless stream of sperm, spewing 
it into her mouth and down her throat.  Again she 
gagged.  And swallowed.  Then sputtered until at last 
he allowed her to come up for air.

After that, it took some time before she was able to 
collect herself.  Pigtail remained seated on the 
counter, his huge erection only slightly diminished 
from his recent ejaculation.  Marie glanced at it, 
then quickly looked away, disbelieving that she had 
actually swallowed its entirety.  Even to have had it 
in her mouth was almost beyond belief.  What is 
happening to me? she asked herself.  What have I 
become?  Indeed, she was standing in her kitchen, 
totally naked.  In just the last few hours she had 
stripped in front of her family and two strange men.  
She had given oral sex to her husband while the others 
watched.  Then she had masturbated while lying on the 
floor in front of her son.  And now she had sucked the 
cock of a total stranger.  Why had she done it?  Why?  
Simply because, she decided, because she was afraid of 
what these men had said they would do to her and her 
family.  

Marie thought for a few more moments, then pulled 
herself together mentally.  What could be worse than 
anything she had already done?  She decided that she 
was done taking orders.  She would simply take her 
chances on whatever these men might threaten her with.

Just then her thoughts were interrupted when Theresa 
came into the kitchen.  Marie was shocked at seeing 
her daughter walking around totally naked, then 
remembered that she had been the one who had removed 
her underwear.  Tears were still streaming down 
Theresa's face.  "I need a bun," she said calmly.  Her 
voice was flat.  No expression at all, so totally 
unlike her normally vibrant lilt.  "A bun and some 
catsup.  Oh, and he said to get some relish too."  She 
removed the package from the bread box, then retrieved 
a hotdog bun.  From the refrigerator she selected the 
condiments, then started to leave.  Only then did 
Marie ask what she was doing.  Theresa replied in that 
same non-expressive voice, saying she was something 
for the grill.  Then she was gone.

"What was that all about?" Marie asked.  "What's going 
on?" she demanded.

"Search me," Pigtail replied uncaringly.  "I'm more 
interested in you."  Indeed, his hands were busy 
playing with Marie's breasts, kneading them and 
pinching her nipples.

Marie was so distracted that she didn't even notice 
what he was doing for several moments.  Instead, she 
stood looking at the door through which Theresa had 
just exited.  Finally, it dawned on her that Pigtail 
was taking too many liberties, and she tried to pull 
away.  He gripped her by one breast, pinching her 
nipple and squeezing so hard that she couldn't get 
away.

"Well, I enjoyed being in your mouth," Pigtail said 
matter-of-factly.  "I think it would be nice to see 
how I fit in some your other holes."

"Oh, no!" she pleaded.  She tried again to pull away, 
and the scuffled for a few minutes, as he used this 
opportunity to grope around over her entire body, 
eventually forcing her to bend over.  "Please...," she 
pleaded. 

Just then Theresa returned.  Marie was struck with how 
ludicrous her daughter looked, naked as she was, and 
carrying the hotdog bun so carefully in front of her, 
nervously, as if afraid she might drop it.  Going 
directly to her mother, Theresa held out the bun to 
her.  Marie could see that it was stuffed with meat, 
which was covered, almost buried under catsup and 
relish.  

"Here, Mother.  This is for you," she said, her voice 
still flat, unemotional.

"Dear, this is hardly the time for food.  I'm sure 
that...."

"Eat the food !" ordered Pigtail.  "She was nice 
enough to bring it to you, so now eat it!"

"But...," Marie protested.

"Mother!  You have to eat this, or that guy will cut 
off Rick's penis, too."

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed.  Then she realized what 
Theresa had just said.  "Too?  What do you mean, 
'too'?"

"Just eat it!" Theresa demanded.  This time her voice 
was desperate.

"You heard her," Pigtail ordered.

"What's so important about this bratwurst?  Why must I 
eat it now?"

"Mother," Theresa whimpered.  "It's not a brat.  Here, 
take it."  She handed the bun to her mother, who 
accepted it cautiously, gingerly.

"It's not bratwurst?  Then what is it?"

Pigtail exploded.  "You had it in your mouth awhile 
ago.  It's your husband's.  It's not bratwurst.  That 
sandwich is a Brett-wurst.  So eat it.  NOW !!!" 

She might have dropped the bun when she screamed, had 
not both Theresa and Pigtail steadied her arms.  

"Didn't you hear me?" Theresa pleaded.  "If you don't 
eat it, he will cut off my brother's penis.  Please, 
Mother!  Don't let that happen...." 

Marie lifted the bun and looked at it.  Indeed, there 
was a length of meat in it, browned as she might 
expect of meat taken from the grill.  It was covered 
with catsup and relish so that it was hard to tell it 
from bratwurst, but....

"Are you going to eat it, lady, or does my friend use 
his knife again?"

Shuddering almost to the point of convulsions, Marie 
took a bite.  Not just a little one, but as if to get 
it over with quickly, she bit off a huge chunk of the 
bun, along with the meat.  Tears flowed as she began 
to chew, and she knew she could never swallow, not 
this horrible, cannibalistic, grotesque deed ...eating 
her own husband's penis.  No, how could she eat it, 
now that she had been told what it was? ...But the 
taste.  What was it?  She knew the taste.  Bratwurst!  
This is not what they said.  This is plain old 
bratwurst.  She looked past the bun and saw Theresa 
was wiping the tears from her face.  Pigtail was 
smiling.  On beyond them, standing in the doorway was 
her son.  And her husband, who was obviously still in 
one piece.  

Blondy pushed his way past them and grinned as he 
said, "Well, it looks like I won't be needing my knife 
any more today."

"What is going on here?" Marie asked.  "Why have you 
done this?"  She turned to Brett and asked, "Did you 
put them up to this?"  He shook his head.

Theresa spoke up, "Mother, none of us knew about this.  
Do you think we would have agreed to any of this," she 
indicated her own nudity, "if we had known in 
advance?"

"No, I guess not," Marie agreed.  "But who?  Why?"

"Well, lady," Pigtail explained.  "There's a certain 
wife in the neighborhood who wanted you to show your 
family what a slut you really are.  Maybe you can 
figure out who's wife that is?"

"Randy!" Marie gasped.  "His wife ...knew?  And she...?  
Oh, no, no, no...."  She turned to look at her husband.  
While her back was turned, Pigtail and Blondy quietly 
slipped out the door.


Marie's Affair, Chapter Two

Stunned, Marie stared at her husband, then - more to 
herself than to anyone else - she whispered, "Randy's 
wife?  She knew?  How could she know?"  She looked at 
her husband, then at each of her children.  "Were you 
in on this?  Did you know about this?"

They shook their heads.  Then Brett spoke.  "As soon 
as that guy took you into the kitchen, Blondy put away 
his knife and released Rick and me.  Then very briefly 
- and, I might add, politely - he explained to us that 
this entire episode was a plan conceived by Randy's 
wife to get back at you for the affair you are having 
with her husband."  Brett went on to tell how Blondy 
had explained how Randy's wife wanted Marie to feel 
some of the hurt she felt.  "She truly wanted to 
humiliate you in front of us, your family."

The time it took for Brett to finished this 
explanation was enough for him to gain control of 
himself.  He was much more calm now, and his voice 
changed somewhat as he spoke more quietly to his wife, 
"Marie, I guess you really don't care who you screw, 
do you?"  

"Oh, you have to understand," Marie started to say.

Theresa cut her off.  "I understand plenty!"  She 
stepped around in front of her mother and brazenly 
posed before her, as if to make the most of her own 
nudity.  The effect was not wasted on Marie or any of 
the other members of the family.  "Because of what you 
did, those awful men came here.  Because of you, I had 
to run around here stark naked in front of everyone.  
Why, I even had to go out on the deck ...like this."  
She held her hands out from her sides, indicating her 
exposed naked body.

"But you see...," Marie started again.

"Oh, I see clearly," Theresa continued.  "I saw how 
easy it was for you to flaunt your sex in front of us 
all.  You sucked Dad like we weren't here.  You 
masturbated like a slut, and what I couldn't believe 
was you got off in doing it!  And then you even 
offered to do oral sex on your son.  Was I next?  Did 
you screw the guy with the pigtail while you were 
alone with him here in the kitchen?  You didn't even 
hesitate when I offered you that hot dog, even when I 
told you it was Dad's penis!  Mother!  How could you?  
How could you do all that?  How could you even think 
about doing the stuff you did so readily?  Are you - 
like they said - that much of a slut?"

 "I never, ever thought I would see my mother diddle 
herself in front of me like that," Rick chimed in.  "I 
think you actually wanted to have sex with me."

"See what I mean," Brett snapped.  "Your children have 
lost respect for you, and it's all because you had to 
go spread your legs for our neighbor.  For that 
nitwit, Randy, of all people!  Marie, how could you?"

"Well," Marie tried to compose herself under this 
onslaught from her family.  "Well, it seemed rather 
exciting at the time."  That was all she could think 
to say.  There was no excuse, she knew.  All she could 
do now was try to make it up to her family.  "What do 
you want me to do?  How can I make it up to you?  Or 
can I?  Isn't there something I can do?"

"We'll have to think about that," Brett said calmly.  
"I suggest we clean up and take a little time to get 
hold of ourselves.  Then I want us to have a family 
conference so we can talk about what we do next.  Rick 
and Theresa, we need to talk.  And, no, Marie, you're 
not invited.  I think you should go to the family room 
and just sit there and think about what you've done 
until we decide what is next for this family."  

He looked at the children and said, "Probably you two 
will feel better after a shower and a change of 
clothes.  I know I will.  And for heaven's sake, 
Theresa, put something on, anything!  But don't take 
long.  I'll meet the two of you in the living room."

"Don't I get to shower and clean up too?" Marie asked.  

"No," Brett snapped.  "And don't bother getting 
dressed either.  I think you should remain just like 
you are until we decide what's to be done about your 
sordid affair.  If you remain naked, maybe it'll help 
you realize what you've done."  

"Yes, dear," Marie whispered as she slipped out the 
kitchen door and headed down the hall toward the 
family room.  Even in her humiliation, she couldn't 
help wiggling her bare butt as she left the room.  
Realizing what she was doing, she wondered quietly, 
Has sex completely taken over my life?

"Dad," Rick began.

"Please, Son, let's not talk about this until after 
we've cleaned up.  Maybe we'll be able to see through 
our emotions a bit better then.  I don't want us to do 
anything in a fit of anger.  Agreed?"  He looked from 
one of his children to the other.

"Yes, Dad," they both agreed.

It took most of an hour before the three had 
reassembled in the living room.  Dad used the shower 
in the master bedroom.  Rick delayed his shower until 
after his sister had finished and retreated to her 
room to get dressed.  Only then did Theresa realize 
all the clothing she had previously worn that day were 
still somewhere on the floor of the family room.  In a 
way that was all right, she decided, because putting 
on something totally different did give her a fresh 
outlook on what had happened.  Even so, she struggled 
with what they should do about her mother.  It would 
be a difficult decision.  It was not as if she was a 
stranger to sex - in fact, she rather enjoyed it - but 
her own mother?  Making out with the neighbor?  How 
could she?

Rick likewise had terribly mixed emotions.  The 
intruders had said they would show what a slut their 
mother was, and they certainly succeeded.  In fact, it 
now seemed that she had made it rather easy for them 
to bring out a nasty side in her that he had never 
dreamed existed.  Everything she had done was 
repulsive.  On the other hand, he had to admit that 
watching her masturbate on the floor in front of him 
had been more of a turn-on than he wanted it to be.  
He wondered if he could ever forget having such a 
tremendous erection during that time.  How could I do 
that? he wondered.  Watching my own mother? Did I 
actually want to screw her?

Brett's first reaction was to send his wife packing.  
She could move out.  Let her go move in with Randy, if 
that's what she wanted.  Of course, he realized, 
Randy's wife apparently had her own opinion about 
that, and it did not include having Marie around.  
After all, it had been Randy's wife who had engineered 
for their entire family this afternoon.  One thing is 
for certain, he knew, our family life will never be 
the same.

The three appeared equally nervous as they assembled 
in the living room.  They sat for several moments 
without speaking, not really looking at each other but 
awkwardly aware that they had a very delicate 
discussion topic.  None seemed ready or willing to 
make a suggestion about what should be done about 
Marie's recent behavior, not about the affair, not 
about how she had acted while the intruders were 
there, not about her actions toward themselves.  

"Well," Brett finally began, "I don't really want to 
impose my feelings on either of you...."

"Why not," Rick asked.  "She's your wife."

"Yes, but she's also your mother."  

"Well, she certainly didn't act like one," Theresa 
complained.  "I'd like to divorce her, except that's 
really not for me to do.  I wouldn't blame you, Dad, 
if that's what you decide."

"Me either," Rick agreed.

"On the other hand," Theresa continued, "She really 
hurt my feelings, and there's something in me that 
really wants to get back at her.  Maybe that's not 
right, but that's how I feel, anyway."

"I tend to agree," Rick frowned, "but I'll go along 
with whatever you decide, Dad."  

"Why don't we give her a choice?" Brett suggested.  
"Let's offer her the option that she can leave, just 
move out with nothing at all, or she can remain here 
as part of the family...."

"You're kidding?" Theresa interrupted. 

"Let me finish," Brett continued.  "She can remain..., 
but under a new set of rules."

"What kind of rules," Rick asked.

"Well, it's our family, so we can make the rules right 
now," he suggested.  "What do you think?"

"Well," Theresa observed, "she seems to have another 
side to her nature that none of us ever recognized 
before."  She paused, "I caught her earlier playing 
with herself out on the deck, but I never dreamed it 
went deeper than that - I mean, that was a mighty dark 
side she revealed while those men were here."

"I think we've already agreed on that," Rick 
concluded.  "She's a sex-fiend in a mother's skin."

"Do you think it's possible," Brett continued, "to 
capitalize on her sexual desires and exploit them 
until she's had her absolute fill of sex?"

"That would mean some rather explicit rules."  For the 
first time, Theresa grinned.

"For instance?" Rick questioned.  

Theresa said, "Wait a minute.  I'll go get a pencil 
and paper."

So it was that the three of them drew up their Family 
Function Agreement which they eventually took down the 
hall to the family room.  Marie was sitting in the 
recliner, still quite naked and - from the way she 
tried to cover herself with her hands - obviously 
quite ashamed.  "You told me not to get dressed," she 
began when the three of them entered.

"That's just as well," Brett said with a forced smile.  
"You might as well get used to it."

"What do you mean?" she asked flatly.

"Well, that's up to you to decide, Marie.  The three 
of us have drawn up an agreement for how this family 
will function, that is, if you choose to remain with 
our family.  The choice is yours.  You are free to 
leave, if you so desire.  You can go now, if that's 
what you choose."  He paused, looking at her intently.  
"Really.  You're free to go.  But if you remain, you 
must live by the rules the three of us have agree on."

"The three of you have agreed on?" Marie asked.  "What 
about me?  Don't I get a voice in this?"

"Oh, yes," Theresa said.  "Dad just gave you that 
option.  You can leave now, just as you are, or you 
can remain and live according to our new Family 
Function Agreement."

"Well, if I have a choice, then I'm going to stay.  I 
assume your agreement means there will be no divorce?"

"Not at all," Brett returned.  "But you will no longer 
be a voting member of the family council.  Instead, 
you will obey the set of rules which we have drawn up.  
It's the way this family will function, and if you 
remain with us you will be obedient.  Okay?"

"Okay, let's hear my new rules."  Marie frowned, 
crossing her legs and clutching her arms across her 
breasts, as if to protect herself from whatever was to 
come.

Theresa began to read from the paper she held.  "Here 
are our new Family Function Rules:

1.	You will, immediately following this meeting, 
select one dress from your closet which you will 
wear when going shopping or running any other 
errands which take you off the property or 
outside this house.
2.	You will empty all of your other clothing and 
apparel out of your closets and dressers, put it 
all in garbage bags, and donate it to Goodwill 
Industries.  That includes all your dresses,, 
slacks, blouses, pajamas and underwear.  You may 
keep one coat for this coming winter, one pair of 
shoes, and one dress.
3.	At all times here in the house, you will remain 
completely naked. 
4.	You will always keep yourself as attractive and 
appealing as you can, which includes maintaining 
an attractive hair-do, cosmetics and lotions, 
plus plenty of costume jewelry.
5.	You will forget the word "NO" and delete it from 
your vocabulary.  Whatever any one of the three 
of us tells you directly to do, or even suggests, 
you will do it without question or argument.  We 
will be reasonable, but you are not permitted to 
refuse.
6.	You will be available for whatever sexual 
exercises any one of us may suggest you that 
perform.  That may include a solo act for our 
entertainment, or it may include sexual 
involvement with any of the three of us, plus any 
other activities that Dad, Rick or I may require.
7.	You will continue your regular functions of 
cleaning, cooking, laundry, etc.  In other words, 
you'll be the family's maid and also serve as 
this family's private sex toy.
8.	Finally, you will say nothing of this arrangement 
to any of your friends, acquaintances, or anyone 
else.  This is our private agreement, and it will 
remain in effect until you have proven yourself 
competent and worthy of returning to your regular 
function as wife and mother.  Until that time, 
you will be with our family, a possession of this 
family, but not an integral part of it."

Brett said, "Well, that pretty much sums it up.  If 
you still want to stay, that's how it will be.  Or 
would you rather get up and leave now?"

"Well, I'm certainly not going anywhere dressed like 
this," Marie snapped.  "And I do not like the terms of 
your horrible agreement, especially since I had no 
voice in writing it."  She paused, and the other three 
waited while she considered her decision.  Finally, 
meekly, Marie admitted, "Probably, that's better than 
what I deserve.  I mean, you could have just kicked me 
out, divorced me and left me nothing."  She paused 
again, looking at first one and then another of her 
family, "So, if you'll still have me, I guess I'm here 
to stay."

"You realize," Brett spoke pointedly and firmly, "that 
according to the terms of our Family Function 
Agreement your role will dramatically change in this 
family.  Your position will not be that of a wife or a 
mother.  Instead, you will serve as our maid, and 
you'll become the sex toy for all three of us."

"I gathered that implication," she said, trying to 
stifle a smirk.  "I don't know how that will work, 
since I am your wife, and I am their mother."

"No," Brett corrected her bluntly.  "You are a slut.  
You screwed the neighbor, and in that way you brought 
disgrace upon the three of us.  His wife has been hurt 
- so much that she hired those guys to come and 
humiliate you.  Actually, you're lucky they didn't 
rape you.  And the neighbor's wife has been kind 
enough to leave it up to us how we will deal with you.  
The three of us talked it over, and this is the 
punishment you will receive for what you have done.  
Rather than seek any legal action, like a divorce, 
we've chosen to extract our "pound of flesh," so to 
speak - a bit of vengeance.  Maybe what we're doing is 
not very nice, but neither was the way you treated us.  
What's more, if you're as much of a slut as you've 
given us every reason to believe - based on what we 
saw earlier today - then you may even find yourself 
enjoying what we do.  If so - who knows - you may 
choose to continue living by our Family Agreement 
rules.  That remains to be seen."

"Oh, I doubt that," Marie exclaimed defiantly.

"Maybe you really don't understand what these rules 
entail," Theresa insisted, apparently not yet ready to 
believe that her mother was acquiescing so readily.

"You will be asked to do things that no real mother 
would ever consider doing," Rick explained.

"I understand," Marie said flatly.

"And that's acceptable to you?" Brett repeated.

"It is acceptable, Sir."  

The way she emphasized the title, raised a question in 
Brett's mind, so he said, "I'm not sure if you're 
being sarcastic, or if you really mean it.  Perhaps we 
ought to find out."  He turned to Rick and Theresa, 
"What do you think?  Should we put her to the test 
right now?"  They both nodded. 

Rick turned to Marie and said, "In the matter of 
dress, I want you to go right now to your closet and 
select the pair of shoes with the highest heels.  
Bring them in here, and let's see if they are 
acceptable for you to wear here in the house."

"All right," she replied.

"I said, 'right now,' and that's what I meant."

"Yes, Sir," Marie said as she rose.  She was gone only 
a few moments, then returned wearing a pair of black 
sling pumps with 3" heels.  "These are the highest 
heels I own, Sir," she replied.  "Are they 
acceptable?"  She stood in the doorway, posing.  Her 
frown indicated she was not enjoying herself, but her 
posture was that of a woman who knew her naked body 
could produce an erotic response in a man, even if 
that man was actually her son.

"They will do just fine," he agreed, "at least until 
we decide if you need something different."

"Pose for us," Theresa demanded.  "Show us what you've 
got."

Marie assumed a variety of poses in the doorway, 
eventually even sitting down and spreading her legs.  
"Does that satisfy you?" she asked when she stood up 
again.  "Is that what you're going to be asking me to 
do?"

"That's a start.  Now, it's time for you to clean out 
your closets.  I believe there are several garbage 
bags in the garage, hopefully enough to hold all your 
clothes.  While you're doing that, Theresa will 
prepare the guest room for you."

"Guest room?  Is that what I am now?" Marie asked.  
"Don't I even get to sleep in my own bed?"

"That's my room, "Brett said quietly.  "You will sleep 
in the guest room, and you will leave the door open at 
all times.  That way, any of the three of us can have 
access to you whenever we choose.  If any of the three 
of us are with you in the room, we can close the door 
as a signal to the others not to disturb us.  
Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she mumbled.

"Theresa, I'll leave it to you to make sure she strips 
the guest bed of all the linens, except for the bottom 
sheet and a couple of pillows.  Have her store the 
rest in the hall closet for now."  Then he turned to 
Marie and continued, "You may remove your jewelry and 
shoes when you're in bed, but you will sleep 
completely naked with the door open so you are totally 
exposed.  Got that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, go pick out the dress you'll wear when you leave 
the house."

Rick said, "I'll get the garbage bags."  Theresa 
headed for the guest room, which would soon become 
Marie's Room.

Marie took her time but eventually returned carrying a 
light print dress, which Brett instructed her to put 
on.  He decided it was acceptable, since it was opaque 
enough for her to be decent, but light enough to be 
comfortable through the summer heat.  The dress had a 
full skirt, but surprisingly was shorter than he 
expected her to choose, as the hem was a full two or 
three inches above her knees.  Even more surprising 
was the neckline, for it dipped deep enough into her 
cleavage to reveal that she was wearing no bra.

"You're sure you'll be comfortable wearing that to the 
grocery store or the hairdresser?" he asked.  

"Well, it's a damn sight more than I'll be wearing 
around the house here, so I reckon I'll feel over-
dressed if I choose anything more conservative."

"It's your choice," he observed.  "Now, go empty your 
closets and the dresser.  Get rid of the rest of your 
clothes."

"Yes, Sir," she replied.  Then with an unveiled smirk, 
she peeled her dress over her head.  "Isn't this what 
you said I'm to wear here in the house?" she asked as 
she brazenly exhibited her nude body before  him. 

"Very good," Brett smiled.  "I'm glad you remembered."

It took less than half an hour for Marie to gather her 
clothes off the hangers in the closet and empty her 
dresser drawers.  She filled six garbage bags, and 
Rick helped her carry them to the garage, with 
instructions for her to take them to Goodwill the next 
morning.  By then, it was after eleven, and the four 
of them retreated to their separate rooms for the 
night.  Later, after Theresa had finished in the 
bathroom and was passing Marie's Room, she peeked in.  
As she had been instructed, Marie was curled up on the 
bed, naked and without covers.  For a moment, Theresa 
felt sorry for her, but then she remembered how she 
had bitten into the brat and decided she was not 
really sorry at all.  A few moments later, she heard 
her brother make the same stop, then go on by to his 
room chuckling to himself.  Sleep was slow to come, 
and it was a long night for all of them.

The next morning, Marie was the first one up, as was 
usual.  It was Monday, and the others had work to do 
during the day.  So when they arrived in the kitchen, 
she had breakfast cooking and was at the stove turning 
the eggs.

"This is going to take some getting used to," she 
muttered as Brett seated himself at the table.  "I 
don't supposed your rules would permit an apron when 
I'm frying bacon.  Hot grease has already splattered 
on my boobs."

"Well, I guess like you said, it will take some 
getting used to.  I doubt that any of us is in the 
mood on the very first day to start making exceptions 
to the rules."

"I didn't think so."  She stood for a moment, then 
asked, "Is the family sex toy permitted to eat at the 
same table as the family?" 

"Certainly," Rick said, indicating the empty chair.  

Marie sat, and with that the first day began with the 
new family function.  After Brett had gone to work and 
Rick and Theresa left for their summer jobs, Marie 
stood alone in the kitchen for several minutes.  She 
was very, very tempted to get dressed, or at least to 
put on an apron.  No, if I do that, she reasoned, I'm 
sure to get caught sooner or later.  Then she 
remembered that all her clothing was in bags out in 
the garage.  So, she reasoned, the sooner I condition 
myself to being naked all the time the easier it's 
going to be for me.  With that, she busied herself 
with the dishes and then tidied up the family room, 
since it had been somewhat mussed up the previous 
evening.  She gathered Theresa's clothing which was 
still strewn about the family room, throwing out the 
torn dress and putting the panties and bra on her 
daughter's bed.

By 11:00 she decided she had postponed the inevitable 
as long as she could.  I might as well get this over 
with, she thought, knowing that this act of obedience 
condemned her to whatever humiliations the family had 
in store for her.  I'm not sure I'm ready for this, 
but I don't like any of my other options right now, 
she thought.  And with that thought in mind she pulled 
on the dress she had selected the night before, picked 
up her purse and car keys and marched with 
manufactured determination into the garage.  Her car 
was already loaded with the six bags of her clothing 
she had collected, and with them she drove away from 
the house, heading downtown.  

At the drop-off door at Goodwill Industries, the 
attendant looked at what she brought and said, "Looks 
like either someone died or got a divorce."

"Maybe a little of both," Marie responded, glad that 
he had paid more attention to the clothing in the bags 
than the light dress she was wearing.  It must be 
obvious, she thought, that I'm wearing nothing under 
it.  She drove away without waiting for a receipt.  As 
she drove, she considered changing her mind - Just 
keep driving, she told herself.  It was so tempting 
that she was afraid she might, and the consequences of 
being out on her own with absolutely nothing were even 
more frightening than the idea of returning to her 
family and obeying their orders.  She remembered 
several things she wanted from the drug store, but she 
was afraid to go in dressed as she was.  So she 
returned home by the most direct route.

Once in the garage, she stepped out of the car even 
before the door had closed behind her, and in a act of 
sudden desperation she peeled her dress over her head.  
Her decision was made, and she gave a great sigh of 
relief as she ran her hands over her naked breasts, 
then down her sides and across her hips.  Yes, she 
thought, I'm home, and I have to make the best of it.

By then it was noon.  She ate a simple lunch, then 
retired to her room where she stretched out on the 
bed.  It had been a long time since she had taken an 
afternoon nap, but today she felt she very definitely 
deserved on.  I had better get some rest, she 
reasoned.  Who knows what those three have in store 
for me when they get home!

If only she knew!  Without consulting together, each 
of the three used their lunch hours to go shopping, 
and the purchases each made would change Marie's life 
considerably.  

Rick went to the camera store and purchased a complete 
digital outfit, which included a full-featured camera, 
a tripod and a printer.  I'm not sure how long this 
naked stuff will last, he determined, but I'm 
certainly going to keep a record of it.

Brett went to an adult novelty store and purchased a 
remote control vibrator, along with a pack of extra 
batteries.  I may decide later that I need some other 
items, he decided, but this will at least get me 
started.

Theresa went to the jewelry counter of the nearby 
department store.  There she purchased several sets of 
earrings, taking care to select a variety of long, 
chandelier-type designs that would hang several inches 
below her ears.  She also chose two very large loops 
and then purchased a wide silver chain, long enough to 
fit around Marie's waist.

Back at home, Marie awoke surprisingly refreshed.  As 
with that morning, she was surprised to find herself 
naked.  Without covers, she was somewhat chilled, and 
her nipples were hard.  She ran her hands over her 
body briskly, hoping to stimulate circulation, then 
decided to take a shower.  Allowing the spray of hot 
water to splash over her skin felt very good, and she 
used the hand spray to wash between her legs.  For a 
moment, she even held her pussy open and let the spray 
wash her clean in an impromptu douche.  After rubbing 
her body briskly with the towel, she treated her skin 
to a generous application of body lotion.  After 
drying and fixing her hair, she spent a few extra 
moments trimming her pubic bush, clipping away 
unsightly hairs, then brushing and shaping the 
remainder until she decided it was quite attractive.  
If you have to let it all hang out, she said to her 
image in the mirror, then you're going to look every 
inch a lady.  Maybe then they'll not treat you like 
such a slut.

She chose a silver and turquoise necklace on a long 
chain so the medallion hung between her breasts, then 
stepped into her shoes.  Hummpf, she grunted.  If 
that's all there is to getting dressed, maybe this 
won't be so bad after all.  And with that she headed 
for the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Rick was the first home from work.  He glanced in the 
kitchen, saw that Marie was naked and preparing the 
meal, then retreated to his room and closed the door.  
Opening the boxes and began to prepare the camera 
equipment he had purchased.  The Nikon digital D60 SLR 
had a zoom lens, and he spent considerable time 
reading the instructions and learning how to use it.  
He inserted batteries and the 4-gig SD memory chip and 
shot half a dozen pictures around the room.  The flash 
worked fine, and the pictures turned out well.  Thus 
pleased with himself, he deleted the test shots he had 
taken and took the camera with him as he headed for 
the dining room.

While Rick was getting acquainted with his camera, 
Brett came home from work.  Feeling a bit strange 
about his noon-time purchase, he went directly to his 
bedroom, closed the door, and cut open the plastic 
packaging.  The egg was about an inch and a half in 
diameter and maybe two and a half inches long.  He 
unscrewed it and inserted the small battery.  The 
remote had an on/off switch and a sliding intensity 
control.  It required two larger batteries, but when 
he turned it on nothing happened.  Then he realized 
there was a power switch hidden on the end of the egg, 
and when he turned it on the egg almost jumped out of 
his hand.  Quickly lowering the intensity, he found 
that it sat in the palm of his hand and gave a low 
hum.  Its vibrations were steady and quite pleasant.  
Turning off both units, he put them in the pocket of 
his trousers, dumped the packaging materials in the 
waste basket, and headed for the dining room for 
dinner.

Theresa was the last to come in from her summer job.  
Like her brother had done, she peeked into the 
kitchen, saw that Marie was fixing dinner in the nude, 
then smiled as she went to her room and inspected the 
costume jewelry she had purchased.  She discarded the 
cards on which the earrings had been displayed and 
held each set up to her ears.  They were all long 
enough that they dangled almost to her shoulders.  Not 
bad, she thought.  Not bad.  Then she checked the 
large loop earrings, holding them to her breasts.  
Even though she was fully clothed, the sight of the 
loops gave her an erotic boost, and she indulged 
herself with an evil grin as she thought how they 
would look on Marie's bare breasts.  Finally, she 
unwrapped her other purchase, a pair of tiny silver 
bells.  They were intended to be hung in a parakeet 
cage as a toy for the bird, but Theresa envisioned 
them jingling from her mother's nipples.  This time 
her slight grin became a salacious smile.  She stored 
all her purchases in a corner of a dresser drawer, and 
then went to the bathroom.  There she snapped off two 
lengths of dental floss.  In the family room, she 
found Marie's sewing box and selected a two-inch 
needle with an eye large enough to accept the floss.  
She threaded one length of floss in the needle, then 
went to the dining room where she stowed the needle 
and floss out of sight on the sideboard.

Rick and Brett arrived a few moments later, almost 
together.  They took their usual places, Brett at the 
far end of the table, with Theresa and Rick on either 
side.  Almost immediately, as if she had been waiting 
for them, Marie came in carrying a large platter.  Her 
naked breasts bounced and rolled as she leaned over to 
set the dish in the center of the table.  Then all 
three watched as her naked cheeks alternately bounced 
as she left the room.  None of them spoke.  In fact, 
it was if they were all hypnotized by the presence of 
the naked Marie.  Finally Rick said, "I think this is 
going to be very interesting."

Marie's dinner was a huge success.  She had prepared 
an excellent meal, knowing that all the family would 
be eating together.  Each of them seemed to appreciate 
her efforts.  They ate well, and they complimented her 
on each dish.  In spite of the awkwardness of their 
Family Function Agreement, they were able to talk 
about interesting things that had happened during the 
day and about future things scheduled at work.  

When the meal was finished, rather than rising to 
hurry of to their separate activities, only Marie rose 
to clear the table.  The other three, as if by 
unspoken agreement, remained seated and watched as she 
made several trips to the kitchen.  After all the 
dishes were gone, Brett said, "Take away the table 
cloth, too, Marie."  She did, folding it as she took 
it to the kitchen.  She simply stood behind her chair 
when she returned, as if to say What next?

Brett spoke, "Thank you, Marie, for such an excellent 
meal."  The others nodded, and he continued, "Now I 
have something for you."  She gave a polite, surprised 
smile, which quickly vanished when he said, "Please 
climb up on the table and lie on your back."

"As I recall," Marie questioned, "I'm not allowed to 
refuse any orders or requests."

"That is correct," Theresa affirmed.

"All right, Sir," Marie responded, and a moment later 
she was lying prone on the table.  

"Nice dish," Rick grinned, picking up his camera and 
standing up.

"Oh, no," Marie whispered when she saw the camera.

Theresa spoke sharply, "That's a forbidden word, 
Slut."

"I'm sorry," Marie whispered.  "It just slipped out.  
It won't happen again."

The double-click of the SLR was simultaneous with the 
flash.  There followed several more flashes as Rick 
moved around the table taking pictures from various 
angles.  Marie eventually managed a slight smile when 
he instructed her to pose pretty.

"Here's what I have for you," Brett said as he 
produced the egg from his pocket.  He flicked the 
switch on and held it up.  "Do you want to insert it?  
Or shall I?"

"Insert?" Marie asked, then knowingly she added, "Oh."  
She raised her knees and spread her legs as she 
reached up and took the egg from Rick's hand.  "I'll 
do it, if you don't mind."  Rick moved around to the 
end of the table and took repeated shots as Marie 
inserted the egg deep into her twat.  "I suppose this 
little wire should be left hanging out, so I can get 
it out later?" she asked.

"That is correct," Brett told her. "Now just lie back 
and relax." He smiled, "And enjoy yourself."  With 
that, he turned on the remote control at the lowest 
power.  There was no sound, and he hoped that was 
because the egg was now insulated within Marie's 
abdomen.  

"It tickles," Marie grinned.  "Kinda nice like."  Her 
comment informed Brett that it was working.

Theresa leaned forward and rested her hand on Marie's 
abdomen.  "Okay, I can feel something going on," she 
smiled.  "At least it has her muscles contracting."  
When she removed her hand, it was clear to the others 
that Marie's stomach muscles were indeed reacting.

Brett smiled and boosted the power.  Marie lurched, 
arching her back, suddenly thrusting her pelvis into 
the air.  The gasped audibly.  "Oh!"  Then, "Oh, oh, 
oooh!"  Her hips rose from the table as she balanced 
on her shoulders and heels, thrusting at her unseen 
lover as tension rose within her.  "Ooooh, OH!"

"I thought you'd like that," Brett grinned.  He cut 
the power, turning the unit off completely. 

"What happened?" Marie asked as her body collapsed 
back on to the table.  "That was just beginning to 
feel really good."

"So did you want to cum already?" Brett asked.

"You bet I do.  That felt great." 

"Well, I'm not ready for you to cum.  I'd like for you 
to sort of stay with us for awhile."  He turned to the 
others, "Do either of you have a request for her?"

"I have one," Theresa spoke up.  She stood and 
retrieved her needle and floss.  "Dad, perhaps if you 
distract her with the egg this won't hurt so much."

"Hurt?" Marie asked.  "What won't hurt?"

"Remember when you had your ears pierced?" Theresa 
asked.  "Well, we're going to do a bit more piercing 
tonight."  She held up the needle.

Marie immediately responded by cupping her hands over 
her breasts.  "You must be joking."

Theresa looked at Brett, and he nodded his approval.  
Then he turned on the egg and slowly increased the 
intensity.  After a few moments, Marie's eyes began to 
glass over.  Unconsciously, she lowered her hands.  It 
was obvious that the vibrations within her required 
more concentration than what Theresa was doing.  
Slowly, Theresa pinched one nipple until it stood up 
firm and hard, then with one quick push she thrust the 
needle all the way through the dark pink nubbin.  

Marie hardly flinched, as Theresa continued to push 
the needle on through the nipple until only the 
double-strand of floss remained.  Then she clipped off 
the floss, freeing the needle.  About two of inches of 
floss remained, sticking out on each side of the 
nipple.

"Nice job," Brett said.  "I always wondered how that 
was done."  

Rick said, "You did that so quick that I didn't get 
any pictures.  Can you take it slower on the other 
one, so I can get a couple of shots?"

Marie moaned, so Brett increased the intensity 
slightly.  Theresa took her time, repeating the 
process with the needle, as Rick shot close-ups of the 
operation.  After the floss had been clipped off, 
Brett raised the intensity again and brought Marie to 
full climax.  As she bumped and bounced, Theresa 
pinched Marie's nipples brutally.  "That's to connect 
the pain with her pleasure," she explained to the 
others.  "I want her to get turned on just through the 
process of wearing nipple jewelry."  Then she added, 
"It'll take awhile for them to heal," she said.  "I 
read where one girl said it took six months, but we're 
not going to wait that long.  Two or three days, 
maybe, and then I'll give her some rings to wear."

"Nice choice," Brett said, smiling.  "Nipple rings 
will add a touch of class to her scant attire."

"I wondered how I would do the piercing," Theresa 
admitted, "but your remote egg did the trick rather 
nicely."  She smiled, "For some time, I've wondered if 
those things really worked."

"You have?" Rick asked.  "I didn't know you were into 
that scene."

"A lot you know, Big Brother," she laughed.   

"Do you suppose she's had enough?" Brett asked, 
looking back at Marie, who was still thrusting and 
thrashing on the table, having one orgasm after 
another.  "I didn't count.  Did you?"

Theresa laughed, "No, but I don't think she can handle 
much more and be worth anything later in the evening."

Brett slowly turned down the vibrator, then finally 
shut it off.  Even then, it took several minutes 
before Marie completely settled down on the table.  
Even then, she thrashed around with several recurring 
after-shocks.  "Let's just leave her here to cool 
down.  Later on, if you have anything you want her to 
do, then go for it."  He smiled and went to the family 
room, where he turned on the television.

Rick took a couple of close-ups between Marie's legs, 
especially concentrating on the stream of moisture 
which was draining on to the table.

"What do you plan to do with those pictures?" Theresa 
asked.

"I have no clue," Rick responded, "but I'm certain in 
years to come they will become increasingly valuable." 
With that, they both retreated to their rooms, leaving 
Marie by herself on the table.  

Sometime later, when she sat up, Marie realized she 
was sitting in a puddle of her own making.  After 
cleaning it up and polishing the table, she went to 
the bathroom and washed herself.  Then she removed the 
egg and wiped it off.  For several minutes she studied 
it, found the switch and flipped it off.  Then, with a 
sense of fear at what might happen if she disobeyed, 
she turned it back on and reinserted it in her vagina.  
Strangely, if felt warm and comfortable inside her, 
and she thought, I think I could learn to like this.

The dinner dishes were still waiting in the kitchen, 
and she set to work washing and putting them away.  
Finally, after everything was in order, she went to 
the family room.  "Anything on worth watching?" she 
asked Brett.  

"Not that I'm interested in."  He studied her for a 
moment, then snapped off the TV and said, "Dance for 
me.  I like to watch you dance.  And somehow I think 
you'll do even better naked."

Marie selected a CD and turned on the stereo.  As 
music swelled, she began to dance, first awkwardly, 
then as she felt the freedom of her unbound breasts, 
she became more suggestive, bending and swaying, 
rolling her hips as well as her breasts.  Leaning back 
and thrusting her hips forward, she did an old-
fashioned bump-and-grind in front of Brett.  He had 
seen similar dances before, but never one done by a 
totally naked lady.  Especially his wife.  He 
responded by turning on the remote, giving her an 
inner boost as the vibrator began to massage her 
within.

"Oooh, I like that," she responded, suddenly glad she 
had not removed it or left the power off.  Thus 
pleased with herself, she became even more erotic and 
sensual in her movements. 

When Brett sensed she was just about to explode, he 
suddenly cut the power on the remote, then said, 
"Kneel down here and suck me.  If you do a good job, I 
might let you cum again."  Marie did her best, and it 
didn't take long before Brett unloaded deep within her 
mouth.  As she sucked him dry and licked off his 
penis, he turned the remote back on, and within a 
couple of minutes Marie exploded with her own orgasm.  
She collapsed with her head in his lap, then looked up 
and whispered, "I think I like being your sex toy."

The next day, when Rick, Theresa, and Brett had a few 
minutes to themselves, they agreed that Marie was far 
more responsive than they had ever dreamed.  "We must 
have turned her on to some hidden desire," Theresa 
observed.  "She would never have agreed to this sex 
toy business unless she had been wanting it all 
along."

"Maybe that's why she had that affair with Randy in 
the first place," Rick suggested.  "No slight on you, 
Dad, but I think she has been wanting something on the 
wild side, maybe for years.  Now that she's 
experiencing it, she's liking it."

"Well, I must admit that we have been a mighty laid-
back family.  Maybe she was bored with our regularity.  
Maybe we ought to push her farther.  What do you 
think?"

"I'm not sure about my own feelings in this," Rick 
admitted.  "That's why I bought the camera.  It was 
something I could do without personally getting 
involved with her.  You know, touching her.  What do 
you think?  We said she is no longer to think of us as 
her children, or you as her husband, but still....  How 
literally are we to take this sex-toy business?"

"As far as you want to take it, Son," Brett answered.  
"As far as you want to go."

"Do you agree?" Rick asked Theresa.

"I think so," she said hesitantly.  "For you, I think 
whatever you want to do will be fine, but for me, 
well, I'm not interested in lesbian stuff - at least 
not now.  Maybe something will come to mind.  At this 
point, I'm satisfied just doing some decorating - you 
know, like the nipples.  And I was thinking about 
getting some body paint.  What do you think?"

"Great!" Rick responded.   "That would make great 
pictures."

Later that night, when Marie was in her room removing 
her earrings and preparing to go to bed, Rick stepped 
in and closed the door behind him.

"Yes?" Marie asked, wondering what he was expecting.

"It's time," he said.  "Turn around and face the bed."

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"Well, I'm not sure I'm ready to have actual sex with 
you, but we're going to do it part-way," he explained, 
"so bend over the bed and put your butt in the air."

She complied silently, as Rick spread her cheeks with 
his hand and pressed his cock up against her anus.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Marie asked 
fearfully.  In all her previous sexual activity, Marie 
had never permitted anal sex.  She feared the pain, 
and in her mind it was something she had not desired.  
Now, here was her son demanding, yes, even ordering 
her to accept it, and she had agreed never to say 
"no."

Rather than answer her verbally, he responded by 
pushing hard.  His tool slipped past the muscle and 
once inside that barrier it slid in all the way.  
Marie felt his testicles bounce against her upturned 
pussy, and she gasped at the warmth which pervaded her 
entire bottom.  The egg was still in her vagina, and 
even though it was not turned on, it added pressure to 
her insides so that she started responding, knowing it 
would not take long for her to climax.  Rick thought 
it strange that even though he did nothing to 
stimulate her, it happened.  She came.  She came hard.  
So did Rick.  They pounded and bucked together for 
several minutes, thoroughly engrossed in the 
satisfaction they were giving each other.  Eventually, 
Rick pulled free, amidst a stream of sperm and brown 
fluids.  He retreated to the bathroom to wash himself, 
while Marie simply collapsed forward on the bed and 
reveled in total satisfaction.  I'm a full-fledged sex 
toy she said to herself.  My son did it.  We had anal 
sex.  And I enjoyed it.  Immensely.

The next day, Theresa checked the floss threaded 
through Maria's nipples.  There had been minimal 
bleeding, but enough that the floss was stuck to the 
flesh.  Theresa used a warm, damp cloth to soften them 
and work the floss loose enough that it would slip 
easily back and forth.  The following day, the floss 
did not stick but slipped freely.  

"I'll give it one more day," she told Marie, "and then 
you can wear some jewelry to make yourself more 
attractive."

Marie continued to keep the house clean.  She had 
breakfast ready when the others rose in the mornings, 
and she had dinner ready soon after they came home in 
the evening.  Throughout it all, she remained naked.

Thursday came, and as promised Theresa was ready to 
remove the floss from Marie's nipples.  After 
breakfast was over and both Rick and Brett had left 
for work, she called Marie into the bathroom and 
instructed her on how to remove the floss.  Marie did 
as she was told, and only then did Theresa show her 
the large hoop rings.  Carefully, Marie threaded the 
metal pin through each nipple and clamped them closed.  
The rings swayed seductively.  

"I like them," she said.  "Thank you."

"Well, that's not all," Theresa told her.  Then she 
produced one of the dangling pairs of earrings.  When 
Marie put them on, they did indeed reach all the way 
to her bare shoulder.  "Now, maybe you won't feel 
totally naked today."  She paused to look at her 
mother for a few minutes, then added, "Tonight, I'd 
like you to bathe and perfume yourself - make yourself 
really attractive - before we get home from work.  
Then go ahead and fix the meal, but don't set the 
table.  Tonight, I think we'll do something a bit 
different."

Puzzled, Marie agreed.  How could I not agree? she 
asked herself.  Throughout the day, she wondered what 
Theresa had in mind for dinner, but her thoughts were 
often interrupted by the constant tug of the rings in 
her nipples.  She found them sometimes annoying but 
more often scintillating.  Looking at herself in the 
mirror, she thought her naked body was quite 
attractive thus adorned with body jewelry.  

She had dinner cooked and ready, sitting on the 
kitchen counter when Theresa arrived home.  And she 
had already scrubbed and oiled herself to perfection, 
fixing her hair and brushing her pubic hair so that 
she was as attractive as a naked lady could be.  
"Should I wear my nipple rings?" she asked.  Theresa 
told her no, that tonight all the focus was to be on 
her body, so she should wear nothing whatsoever, no 
shoes or jewelry.  Then Theresa instructed her to 
remain in the kitchen until she was called.

Theresa had the men sit on each side of the table.  
She set her own place at the head of the table.  Then 
she went to the kitchen and instructed Marie to walk 
into the dining room and pose for the men.  "Let them 
get a good look at you," she said.  "Then climb up on 
the table and lie flat on the table.  I'll bring in 
the food."

"Am I permitted to ask why?" Marie asked.

"Certainly.  You are the centerpiece for tonight's 
dinner."

Marie did as she was told, pausing a moment while the 
men looked at her.  Then she knelt in the chair at the 
end of the table, and from there climbed up on to the 
table.  She lay full length on her back, then glanced 
each way, smiling at the men who sat on both sides 
observing her.  Pleased that her breasts had flattened 
only slightly as she stretched out, she noted that for 
the most part they remained quite firm.  In that 
moment, as both Brett and Rick sat looking at her, she 
realized that it was really nice to lie there level 
with their faces and feel their eyes feasting upon 
her.  "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to speak," she 
began, "but when you told me at first that I might 
come to enjoy being your sex toy, I thought 'no way'!  
Right now, however, I feel like a million dollars.  So 
enjoy the view.  I like to be seen."

Just then Theresa returned with the first of the 
dinner meal.  As she set the dishes on the table, she 
said, "Raise your knees slightly and spread them."  
Marie obeyed.  As Theresa had expected, Marie's 
movement spread her pubic privates wide open so that 
both men had a clear view.  "Don't you think she makes 
a nice centerpiece for our meal?" Theresa asked.  The 
men agreed.  Marie smiled.

After a few more trips to bring food from the kitchen, 
Theresa joined the men at the table, and they ate 
mostly in silence, talking only occasionally to each 
other, but otherwise ignoring Marie as though she 
truly was simply the floral centerpiece.  When they 
had finished eating, the men continued to sit at the 
table while Theresa cleared the dishes.  Then she 
asked, "Marie, did you want anything?"

"It would be nice," she responded.

"Dad?" Theresa asked.

He nodded silently, then drew the remote from his 
pocket and turned it on.  Marie's legs, which had 
remained spread as required throughout the meal, 
suddenly slammed back down on the table as she twisted 
to lie flat of her back.  Her hips began to gyrate, 
and her pelvis bounced.  In less than a minute, she 
exploded in orgasmic convulsions.

"My, my," Theresa laughed.  "I didn't realize lying 
there while we ate would get you so worked up.  I'm 
always surprised at what turns some people on."

They let Marie enjoy herself for several minutes 
before Brett turned off the vibrator.  After she 
calmed down and collected herself, she sat up on the 
edge of the table and looked from one to another of 
the family.  "Thank you," she said.  "I've never felt 
so truly feminine in my life as I did tonight just 
lying here while you looked at me.  Thank you."

"I take it," Brett commented, "that you're not angry 
at us for requiring you to be our sex toy?"

"Not in the least," Marie agreed.  "When you first 
gave me the choice, I almost left, but remaining here 
seemed more logical.  And I thought I could argue if 
you demanded I do something I really didn't want to 
do.  So far, what you've required has all been pretty 
much in line with fantasies I've had, but never had 
the nerve to try."

"So, is there anything you'd like to try?  Something 
you want to suggest?" Theresa asked.

"Oh, no.  You three seem to be doing quite well 
without my help."

"Well, if you do think of something," Rick 
interjected, "just let me know, and I'll see about 
it."

"You do recall," Brett put in, "that these family 
function rules are meant to be retribution for your 
affair with Randy, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied, "I can only wish that all 
punishment were this pleasant."

The following day, Theresa dropped in at the adult 
novelty shop and purchased a set of body paints.  On 
Saturday, she instructed Marie to shower and come to 
her room without jewelry.  There, she experimented 
with a variety of body designs, and Rick took pictures 
of each painting.  Afterward, Marie would shower, and 
Theresa would try another design.  The last one she 
did looked like a green bikini.

"Not bad," Marie commented, when she saw herself in 
the mirror.  "I never had the nerve to actually buy a 
bikini, but I think this one looks good on me.  Or 
maybe I should say that I look good in it."

"Well, don't wash that one off until tonight," Theresa 
instructed, as Marie paraded around Theresa's room in 
her new costume.  

Later, when Theresa announced that the evening meal 
would be a barbeque on the deck, Marie asked, "Since 
it will be outside, does that mean I should wear my 
dress?"

"No," Theresa replied.  "You'll wear your new bikini."

"Oh," was all Marie could think to say.

That evening, as the four of them sat at the deck 
table eating, three were in shorts and tank tops, but 
Marie was in her bikini.  Otherwise, nothing seemed 
out of the ordinary.  Theresa laughed, "I guess I did 
a good job painting."

Marie agreed, but added, "Maybe so, but this bikini 
sure lets in a lot more air than any other bathing 
suit I've worn.  In fact, that breeze tickles all 
over."  Everyone laughed.  The evening was fun, low-
key, and apparently quite comfortable for them all.  
Theresa wondered what really made the difference, 
because evenings like this had been rare, even before 
Marie's affair.  Now, with Marie always nude around 
them, they seemed to be getting along so much better.  
Maybe it was because Marie had no choice but to do 
whatever the others requested.  Or maybe there was 
something else.

They sat on the deck until darkness fell.  Eventually, 
Theresa began to gather up the dishes to take them 
inside.

"Let Marie do that," Brett instructed.  Then he looked 
at Marie, "And when you've finished, come on back out 
here.  We'll be waiting for you."  Rick and Theresa 
looked questioningly at him, but he only smiled.

When the table was cleared and Marie had returned, 
Brett instructed her to stand out in the yard.  "Now, 
remember," he told her, "you must be quiet, because 
you don't want any of our neighbors turning on their 
yard lights."

"I know," she said quietly, still wondering what was 
about to happen."

Brett said, "Theresa, that was a great job you did on 
Marie's bikini, but I'm sure she doesn't want to sleep 
in it tonight.  And I certainly don't want the paint 
coming off on the couch."  He walked around the corner 
and a moment later returned with the garden hose, "So 
let's see if that paint is waterproof."

"Oh, no!" Marie protested.

"Quiet, Slut!" Brett ordered as he turned on the 
water, dousing her with the spray.  

"It's so cold," she complained.  

In the darkness, it was hard to see what effect the 
water had on the paint, but Brett took no chances.  He 
adjusted the nozzle to a solid stream that blasted 
against her naked skin.

"It hurts!" she exclaimed.  

"You like to be hurt, don't you, Slut?"

"Ooooh," was all she said.

Brett moved in closer, so that the spray hurt even 
more.  "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered.

"I want you to wash the paint off, Sir."

"Then what?"

"Then I want to suck you dry, Sir."

"Very good."  He turned off the spray.  Now, stand 
there until the water has dried off your skin, and 
then come in to the family room."

"Yes, Sir."

The next day, because the pantry was about empty, 
Marie put on her dress, and Brett took her grocery 
shopping.  Rick and Theresa had some time to 
themselves, and it was then, as they talked about what 
their father had done the night before, that she 
learned about Brett's previous visit to Marie's room.  

"I didn't really consider that I had sex with her," he 
explained, "since I didn't do it, you know, in her 
pussy."

"Oral?" Theresa asked.

"No, up her rear."

"Oh, my," she exclaimed.  "If you hadn't told me, I 
would never even thought of that."  She paused a 
moment, then asked, "How did she react?  I mean, what 
did she do?"

"She came ...like a major orgasm, probably because she 
still had that egg in her.  Of course, it was not 
actually vibrating, but it still had her hot even 
before I got started, and we came together.  It was 
weird."

"You're aware that I've not done much with Marie, 
besides decorate her body with the paint and some new 
jewelry," Theresa began. 

"And quite nicely, too," Rick smiled.

"Well, I would like to suggest something interesting.  
It's an activity I will enjoy watching, and it's 
likely you and Dad will enjoy it, too."

"Tell me more," Rick urged.  "What do you have in 
mind?"

"Well, I met a lady at the pharmacy.  Actually, I was 
about to leave when I heard her name called at the 
prescription counter.  She was picking up her supply 
of birth control pills.  Anyway, I followed her to the 
parking lot, and we talked for awhile.  Let me tell 
you, she is one bright and very beautiful lady."

"So who is this woman?" he asked.

"Randy's wife."


Marie's Affair, Chapter Three

"Cripes!  Wait until Dad gets back, and then tell us 
both what you have in mind."

"You're kidding," Brett gasped when Theresa told him 
of her encounter with Randy's wife.  "I've never met 
her.  In fact, I guess I've never even seen her.  But 
after what happened, well, I supposed she was a 
snaggle-tooth witch - more or less."

"No way!" Theresa exclaimed, laughing.  "She's 
beautiful.  And what's more, she told me she has been 
putting Randy through what she calls a Rigorous 
Retaliation Routine."   Theresa paused a moment.  
"Don't worry, I didn't tell her about us.  Or our sex 
toy.  But I did suggest we might want to get together 
and work out some of our differences.   And our mutual 
concerns.  She took to the idea right away."

"Well, well, well," Brett smiled.  "You never know, do 
you?"

"If you like, I can meet with her and work out the 
details," Theresa continued.  "But I need to know what 
you think about telling her about our Family Function 
Rules."

Both men agreed that Theresa should meet with Randy's 
wife and plan for the families to meet and, if it 
seemed safe enough, to go ahead and tell her about 
their program for Marie.  Thus it came about that 
Theresa met with Judith, Randy's wife, and spent 
several hours with her getting acquainted and 
comparing notes on Marie and Randy.  They also agreed 
that the two families would get together that Saturday 
evening.  

"That gives us three days to prepare," Theresa 
explained.  She paused for several minutes before she 
added, "I really need to tell you two that Judith is 
expecting the meeting to involve a lot more than just 
conversation.  A whole lot more." 

"Well, that's interesting," Rick observed.  "Any idea 
what kind of involvement that will be?" 

"Yeah, I'd like to know what we are getting into." 
Brett muttered skeptically.

"Well, Judith said she hasn't been allowing Randy to 
touch her - no sexual contact with her in any way - 
but," Theresa paused again nervously, "she has been 
regularly jerking him off several times a day, 'just 
to prove a point' she said.  She went on to say that 
she's certain if she stops doing that now, he will be 
about to burst by Saturday.  She said if we plan to 
come Saturday evening, she will get him really excited 
early Saturday morning.  She'll mess around with him 
enough for him to get a really big erection.  Then she 
will put a cock ring on him to keep him hard all day.  
By the time we arrive, he should be in absolute, total 
misery."

"She's good," Brett grinned.  "I knew she must have an 
evil imagination when we learned she was the one who 
planned that episode with the guys who raided our home 
and, well, you know about that."

"So what's she planning to do once we get there?" Rick 
asked.

Theresa looked from Rick to Brett as she explained, "I 
think she intends to screw both of you in front of 
Randy."

"That's one way to take her revenge," Brett grinned.  
"Do you think it's wise for us to go through with it?"

"I guess that's up to you to decide."

"You say she's pretty?" Rick asked.

"Very.  And from what I've seen, she will likely be a 
very good lay."

"I guess we'll just have to play that one by ear," 
Brett said.  "I can't imagine how frustrating that 
would be for Marie to watch us doing Randy's wife."  
He paused, then added, "Yes, I definitely think we 
should go.  But how do we prepare Marie?"

"Well, that's what we need to decide.  And that brings 
up a couple of suggestions," Theresa smiled, "because 
I see this as a tremendous learning experience for our 
sex toy."

"For instance?" Brett asked.

"Well, for one thing, I think we should keep Marie at 
a high state of sexual excitement these next few days, 
right on the verge, but we don't allow her even a 
single climax.  Let's keep her hot and wanting, so 
that when she sees Randy she will be ready to do 
anything to have an orgasm.  And we won't let her."

"That's really mean," Rick replied.  "Almost as mean 
as Judith's plan, but I like it."

"So do I," Brett agreed, "but how?  We're at work all 
day."

"One word," Theresa replied.  "Restraints.  I suggest 
we make her comfortable on the couch before we leave 
for work.  We restrain her arms out wide, just enough 
so she can't touch herself.  What would happen, Dad, 
if you put that remote egg in her butt and let it run 
softly all day?"

"I think it would certainly keep up her interest, but 
if it were in her butt it would not be strong enough 
to set her off."

"My thoughts exactly.  And we could program Tivo to 
play porno films all day.  While we're at work, she 
would have no option but to watch people screwing non-
stop.  The down side is that we would have to fix our 
own dinner, but..."

"No problem," Rick volunteered.  "We can pick up a 
pizza or Chinese takeout." 

"Three days of porno with no climax, and she will be 
so anxious to screw that, well, anything could 
happen." Brett smiled broadly.

"So what do you think?" Theresa asked.  "Is it a go?"

"Definitely," Rick announced.

"Let's do it," Brett agreed.

The next morning Brett instructed Marie to insert the 
vibrator egg in her rectum.  She frowned and 
hesitated, but she obeyed without objection.  When 
Brett told her to sit on the couch, she looked quite 
puzzled.  She did complain somewhat when Rick tied her 
hands.  He made certain she could reach her water 
bottle for a drink, but the tethers held her arms high 
enough that she could not touch her body.  Only her 
face.  Then Theresa turned on the television and 
started the Tivo program.

"Oh, this is interesting," Marie snickered when a man 
on the TV began undressing the girl.

"We thought you would enjoy something erotic while 
we're at work," Theresa laughed.  

With that, and without further explanation, they were 
gone, leaving her alone and naked.  She was still 
sitting where they left here that evening when they 
returned.  They allowed her a short bathroom break and 
permitted her to eat dinner with them.  Brett had her 
remove the egg so he could put in fresh batteries.  
Then they tied her back in place on the couch and once 
more turned on the television.  The porno films 
resumed and ran through the entire night.

"Were you able to get any sleep?" Theresa asked the 
next morning.

"A little," Marie mumbled.  "Every time I dropped off, 
the sound of a girl's orgasm woke me.  Why are you 
doing this?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Theresa responded.  
"Meanwhile, it's time for your potty break.  And you 
might decide what you want for breakfast."  Theresa 
went with her and insisted she keep the bathroom door 
open, just to make certain Marie did not diddle 
herself.  Then they ate, and another day proceeded 
much as had the previous day.  

Saturday came.  In the morning, Marie was once more 
freed from her all night porno film fest.  "You need a 
really big breakfast today," Theresa informed her.  
"This is going to be a big day."

"What's happening?" Marie asked sleepily.

"Well, you'll just have to find out as we go along."

After breakfast, Marie cleaned up the kitchen, which 
was no small task since all the dishes from the 
previous two days had been stacked up and were waiting 
for her.  Brett and Theresa had agreed that it was 
extremely important to keep Marie busy all day, so she 
would have no opportunity to attain an orgasm.  
Meanwhile, the egg continued to vibrate in her rectum, 
keeping her constantly reminded of her desire for sex.  
While she had been sitting on the couch, her nipple 
rings had not especially bothered her, but when up 
moving around they provided an additional reason to 
keep her horny.

After lunch, they asked if she wanted a nap, and she 
said she did.  So once again they tied her in place on 
the couch, and again Theresa turned on the porno 
films.  The movies she chose for that afternoon were 
especially graphic, and Marie had considerable trouble 
sleeping.  

By mid-afternoon, it was time for her to get ready.  
Theresa instructed her to shower and get herself 
perfectly clean.  Then she rubbed lotion all over her 
body, but Theresa watched carefully to make certain 
Marie did not masturbate.  

"Put in your earrings and nipple rings," she told 
Marie, "but you can leave out the vibrator egg."

"That's a relief," Marie sighed.

By the time she completed all Theresa had instructed, 
it was nearly to go, although nothing had yet been 
said to Marie about going anywhere.  Finally, Theresa 
held up one of her own dressing gowns.  "Here, put 
this on."

Marie's eyebrows went up questioningly, but she said 
nothing as she put her arms through the sleeves of the 
shirt-like gown.  It had no buttons but was held 
together by a single sash at the waist.  And it was 
quite short, barely covering her bottom.  "If we're 
going somewhere, this sure won't be very modest," 
Marie complained.

"Would you rather go naked?"

"Of course, not."

The four of them walked down the sidewalk, then turned 
up the street to the right.  All were quiet until they 
were passing the next-door driveway.  

"Please hurry," Marie begged.  "I don't want our 
neighbors to see me out for a stroll like this."

Rick replied, "I have no idea who are next-door 
neighbors are, and I doubt you do either.  So what 
does it matter if they see you?"  

"They're nice people," Marie complained.  "I've spoken 
with Ann a few times, and she certainly doesn't seem 
like the type to approve of prurient displays like..., 
like...."  She shrugged her shoulders as if to indicate 
how she was dressed.  "Like this."

"Then just keep walking," Brett instructed.  He turned 
up the second driveway.

That's when Marie realized their destination.  "I'm 
not going to...," she began.

"We all are," Brett affirmed.  "So smile and be on 
your best behavior."

Rick pressed the doorbell.

"Judith said to ring the bell, then come right on in," 
Theresa said, as she opened the door and entered.  
Brett followed, leading Marie.  Rick came last and 
closed the door.

"I'm in the kitchen," a sweet voice called from back 
in the house.  "Come on back."

She was standing by the stove when they entered the 
kitchen.  The sparkle of her wedding ring caught 
Marie's eye.  Theresa's eyes were drawn to the open-
heeled pumps she was wearing.  They were at least 
three inches high and gave her legs a nice turn.  That 
was quite obvious because the ring and the shoes were 
all she was wearing.  Her brown hair fell softly 
around her shoulders, while her pubic hair was trimmed 
to an inch-wide line.  Her full, rosy-tipped breasts 
were so firm and high that it was doubtful she ever 
needed a bra.  She was everything promised, a truly 
beautiful woman.  

"Hello, I'm Judith," she said as she reached out and 
gave Brett an intimate hug, and he squirmed awkwardly 
at having this naked woman greet him so warmly at 
their very first meeting.  Then she hugged Rick, and 
he felt his pants bulge as she pressed her full body 
against him.  She also gave a hug to Theresa, but it 
was far more sedate.  Finally, she turned to Marie.  
"Well, so this is my competitor.  I'm not sure I'm 
happy to meet you, but I'm really glad you're here.  
This is going to be a really interesting evening."  
She paused to look at Theresa, who nodded to her.

"All right, then," Judith continued.  "Let's go to the 
family room.  Randy is waiting for us there."

Indeed he was.  He was seated in a captain's chair 
with a leg tied up over each of the arms, thus 
spreading his legs wide apart.  His position 
completely revealed his huge erection.  The entirety 
of his swollen shaft was dark red, almost black, 
indicating it had been gorged with blood for a long 
time.  In fact, the tip was dark purple.

"Randy," Judith began the introductions, "This is 
Brett, Rick, Theresa, and I believe you already know 
Marie."  She turned to Theresa.  "I prepared this 
chair for Marie.  Is that all right?"  She indicated a 
second captain's chair, like that occupied by Randy, 
which stood immediately across the room facing Randy.

"It will do just fine," Theresa responded.  She turned 
to Marie, "This chair is for you, but before you sit 
down, there's something you need to do."

"What's that?" Marie asked nervously.

"Give me back my dressing gown."

"But then...," Marie began to protest.

"Then you'll be dressed exactly like our host and 
hostess.  Now, do as you're told."

Marie slowly untied the sash and opened the gown.  For 
a few moments, she held it open, revealing her naked 
body to Randy.  His erection jerked noticeably, and he 
gave several grunts.  Then Marie slipped out of the 
gown and handed it to Theresa, who took it, folded it, 
then simply dropped it by the door.  She instructed 
Marie to sit in the chair and spread her legs up over 
the arms in the same pose as Randy.  Doing so exposed 
her genitals to his eyes in the same way that his 
erection was open to hers.  All they could do was sit 
and look at each other.  "Now, do I have to tie you, 
or will you sit there without moving until I give you 
further orders?"

"I will obey," Marie replied.  "Just please don't tie 
me."

"Isn't that sweet?" Judith laughed.  "Oh, I think 
tonight will be so much fun."  She turned to Rick and 
said, "Could I get you to help me with the mattress?"  
He followed her down the hall and a few minutes they 
returned with an inflatable mattress which she 
instructed him to put on the floor between Randy and 
Marie.  No explanation was given.  It simply lay there 
as a promising indication of later activity.

Judith smiled, "Now, let me get you something to drink 
while we get better acquainted." 

"May I help?" Theresa asked as she followed Judith 
down the hall.  The sight of her hostess' bare buns 
shifting back and forth as she walked was totally 
captivating to her.  "I have to admit," she grinned 
sheepishly as they entered the kitchen, "that I feel 
grossly overdressed."

"Well, Neighbor, you're free to take off whatever you 
like," Judith smiled.  "As you can see, this house has 
become something of a nudist colony ever since..., well, 
you know."

"How are you handling..., you know, the affair?"

"With malice, vengeance, and a great deal of selfish 
indulgence," laughed Judith.  "His affair, as you call 
it, has allowed me to justify a whole lot of personal 
desires that I would otherwise still be holding in 
check."  She busied herself pouring four drinks.  "A 
few weeks ago, I would never have allowed myself to 
parade around naked, not even while alone in the 
house.  Now look at me.  Here I am playing hostess to 
a gathering, which includes two men I've never met 
before, and I'm not wearing a stitch.  You know what?  
I feel great!  Nudity is wonderful.  And I'm even 
beginning to love sex!"

"Why not, Judith?  You have a beautiful body.  I'm 
sure your husband must enjoy seeing it."

"Like I said, that's true now, but I didn't always 
feel this way.  This is certainly not the way I was 
raised.  So when I found out about... 'the affair,' I 
said, If he can do it, I can do it better."

"You said you won't let him touch you, but you're 
making him climax repeatedly every day?  Excuse my 
never having been married, but how do you do that?" 
Theresa asked bluntly.

"Oh, I prance around like this until he gets an 
erection, and then I tell him to stretch out on the 
couch or lie on the bed, and I stand where he can see 
me while I jerk him off with my hands.  The point is 
not to make love, but rather to make him ejaculate so 
often that his peter is always sore.  For me, it's 
merely a mechanical thing, nothing erotic about making 
him climax.  Likely, over a period of time, it'll 
become the same for him, and then he will get nothing 
out of sex at all.  When that happens, I will have 
wreaked my vengeance.  And he will no longer enjoy 
sex."  She smiled, paused a moment, then added, "The 
problem is that I'm getting to where I enjoy feeling 
sexy."

"But I thought you said..."

"That I want to screw both your dad and your brother 
tonight?  You bet I do, not only for my benefit but 
also to humiliate Randy.  I hope it hurts him real bad 
to watch them pounding into me."  She smiled broadly, 
"Spending all this time naked has left me so horny I 
can't wait to have some hard meat inside me!  And I'm 
going to do my best to see that these men enjoy me 
fully."  She paused.  "No, Theresa.  I've never before 
been unfaithful to Randy.  I was not that type of 
girl.  But tonight..., I'm so horny I could probably 
even screw those men I sent over to humiliate Maria!"

Judith loaded a variety of drinks on a hostess cart, 
and together with Theresa they pushed it down the hall 
and into the family room.  "Here you are fellows," she 
smiled as they entered.  She gave glasses to Brett and 
Rick, then one to Theresa and kept one for herself.  
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she grinned.  "I guess I didn't 
bring any for our two sex toys."

There was silence for several minutes, as the four of 
them sipped their drinks and looked alternately from 
Randy to Marie, then back.

Finally, Judith set down her glass and said, "Well, 
before we begin, perhaps I ought to free up Randy so 
he can enjoy things a bit more ...if that's still 
possible."  She rose and approached her husband.  
"That's quite a boner you've built today.  Does it 
hurt?"  He growled at her roughly.  "Well, then let's 
set it free."  She reached down with one hand and 
grasped the cock ring firmly and with a single pull 
jerked it completely free.  

Randy yelled.   It was almost a scream.  As blood 
rushed back into his penis and began to circulate 
through his erection, an excruciatingly pain grasped 
his entire abdomen.  Randy grabbed at his penis with 
both hands, and just that quickly Judith slapped him 
hard across the mouth. 

"Don't touch yourself!"  You know the rules. 

Meekly, Randy dropped his slowly wilting penis and 
returned his hands to his knees.  His expression was 
much like that of a puppy which had just been whipped 
for peeing on the carpet.

Judith took another sip from her drink before she 
spoke again.  "Randy, tonight is not about your fun.  
It's about mine, and I want you to know that I can 
have fun too."  She turned and sat down in Brett's 
lap, who simply sat there, astonished, as she snuggled 
her naked body against him.  Then she reached up and 
kissed him full on the lips.  "Mmmmnn, nice lips," she 
announced.  Looking at Marie, she said, "You must be 
very proud to have him as your master."  She turned 
back to Brett and whispered something into his ear.  
Then she stood up and smiled very sweetly at him.  

None of the others heard what she had said, so all 
were surprised when Brett rose from the couch and 
began to undress.  By the time he was naked, Judith 
was stretched out full length on the mattress in the 
center of the room.

When Brett started to kneel beside her on the 
mattress, Judith looked at Rick and said, "Better 
watch closely, because your turn is next."  Then she 
turned back to Brett, welcomed him with open arms, and 
the loving began.  Perhaps one might call it loving.  
It was actually more like animal rutting.  If humans 
are subject to estrus, then this was Judith's time - 
the ultimate fulfillment of Sadie Hawkins Day combined 
with Leap Year and all the sexual mentality of Amazon 
Women.  What Judith did to Brett was nothing short of 
rape, except that she did it from the bottom up and in 
such a way that he thoroughly enjoyed it.  When Brett 
entered her, Theresa's gasp almost equaled the one 
Judith gave.

Theresa was shocked, to say the least.  Rick was 
mesmerized.  Marie and Randy squirmed in an 
uncomfortable solo dance with no way to relieve their 
feelings or satisfy their longings.

By the time Brett had expended himself deep inside 
Judith, she was just getting warmed up.  She leaped to 
her feet and told Rick, "Better get undressed.  I'll 
go clean up a bit, so you don't have to endure sloppy 
seconds, and then I'll be back to give you a ride, 
too."

Theresa couldn't help but watch amazed as her brother 
stripped out of his clothing and sat down on the 
mattress which his father had so recently abandoned.  
A moment later, Judith returned, knelt beside Rick and 
kissed him with an open mouth.  Then she gave him a 
shove.  He landed on his back, and immediately she 
swung her leg over him and lowered herself down upon 
his erect shaft, impaling herself with it in one quick 
squat.  It was Rick's turn to gasp. 

Marie was almost uncontrollable as she watched her son 
being consumed by the beautiful, erotic Judith.  She 
recalled that time a few nights earlier when he had 
reamed out her rectum with that same throbbing tool 
which now was being stroked up and down as Judith rose 
and fell over him.  It was one of the most exciting 
things she had ever seen, and she could almost feel 
his erection within herself.  But not quite.  Instead, 
she was left with a terrible, unsatisfied craving that 
she had no way to squelch.  

She looked beyond the naked couple writhing on the 
mattress, and her eyes met Randy's.  He appeared to be 
struggling with the same unquenchable thirst which 
pervaded her being.  She quickly looked away.  Brett 
saw their exchange and smiled.  Of course, he was 
actually already smiling, because his daughter had 
been absolutely correct.  Judith was indeed a good 
lay.  Except she did not lie still at all.  Instead, 
she bucked and bounced and screwed him right back with 
every stroke he gave her.  He wondered if he had it in 
him to give her another round before going home.

That's when Judith screamed, not in pain but in an 
extravagant display of orgasmic bliss.  She went wild, 
and Rick matched her every move.  Eventually, she 
settled down, then collapsed down upon him and lay 
still for several minutes.  She kissed him, then 
whispered, "That was truly amazing."  She sat up, 
speaking to Brett as well as to Rick, "I planned this 
evening thinking it would be primarily a way of 
getting back at Randy.  I really didn't expect to get 
much out of it for myself.  In fact, you don't know 
how scary it was for me to be naked when I met you.  
But now, all I can say is WOW!  You guys are great!"

When she stood she was facing Randy.  For a few 
moments, she stood and smiled at him.  Then a trickle 
of sperm drained from inside her and was ran down her 
thigh.  Without a word, she wiped it up with her 
finger, waved it at Randy with a grin, then popped it 
in her mouth and hurried away toward the bathroom.

The following day was Sunday, so Brett and Marie made 
their weekly trip to the grocery store.  

Theresa went to Rick's room and peered in the door.  
"Rick, would you like to run your camera some more?"

"I thought our sex toy was out shopping," he 
responded.

"I didn't mean her," Theresa explained.  "Would you 
like to take some pictures of me?"

"Well, I guess," he sounded surprised.  "If that's 
what you want."

"Good, go set up in the family room, and I'll meet you 
there as soon as I can get ready."

Puzzled, Rick checked the batteries in his camera, 
inserted a new SD card, and went to the family room.  
Theresa was already there, sitting on the floral love 
seat.  "Holy moley!" he exclaimed when he realized she 
was dressed in a sheer white blouse which was 
virtually transparent.  She wore nothing under it.  
Her nipples were clearly visible, as were most of her 
breasts, since it was closed in front with a single 
button.  "I said I'd take your picture, but this is 
not what I expected.  Are you sure you want me to take 
pictures of you dressed like that?" he asked, almost 
in shock.

"I didn't ask for a lecture.  I asked if you'd take my 
picture.  But on one condition.  I get copies of every 
shot you take."

"Sure, I'll download them on to your computer, and 
then you can do whatever you want with them," he 
agreed.  He adjusted the camera nervously, then asked, 
"So what kind of pose do you want me?"

"What do you suggest?" she asked.  "You're the 
photographer."

"No," he parried, "I just take pictures."

"Well, let's try this," Theresa suggested, swinging 
her legs around to the side and lifting her feet up on 
to the love seat.  The position slid her skirt high 
above her knees and exposed the under side of most of 
her thighs.

"My gosh, Theresa," Rick exclaimed.  "That's some 
short skirt.  Or maybe I should say, 'Nice legs.'  And 
I do mean nice."

"Why, thank you, big brother," she laughed as he 
snapped the shutter.  He had the camera set for 
athletic events, so the shutter chattered, quickly 
making half a dozen pictures.

"Is that what you wanted," Rick asked.

"I don't know.  I'll look at it later.  Right now, 
let's take a few more ...before I lose my nerve and run 
back to my room."

"Whatever you want, Sis.  Just remember - this was 
your idea."

Theresa swallowed nervously, then turned and sat up 
with her feet back on the floor.

"Damn, but that's a short skirt," Rick quipped.  Then 
his eyes nearly popped when he realized that Theresa 
had opened the single button on her blouse, totally 
exposing her breasts.  "Oh, man!" he exclaimed.  "I 
didn't you know had boobs like that.  Holy crap, Sis.  
You got great tits, if you'll pardon my language."

"You saw them that day those guys came and I ended up 
naked.  So just shoot the picture," she instructed, 
"although I do appreciate the commentary."

Rick stared openly at his sister for several moments, 
then focused and pressed the button.  The shutter 
chattered, taking several shots.  "Now what?" he 
asked.  

Theresa stood up and pushed her skirt partway down.  
She was wearing nothing under her skirt, and her as 
soon as her pubic puff was exposed, she said, "Now."  

Rick took the picture before commenting.  Then he 
said, "If you weren't my sister, I'd already be trying 
to seduce you.  I mean, really!"

"Well, if you weren't my brother, you wouldn't be 
taking these pictures.  In fact, I still can't believe 
I'm doing this."  She paused a moment, then said, "I 
want one more, and I hope you don't get too excited."  
Theresa stepped out of her skirt and kicked it aside, 
then she sat down and lifted one leg on to the seat 
and leaned her elbow on her knee.  Not only did that 
completely expose her breasts, but it also opened her 
pussy to full view.  The folds were neatly tucked in 
amidst a beautiful fluff of hair which perfectly 
matched her long blonde tresses.

"What a fantastic picture," Rick almost shouted as he 
held the button down while the shutter chattered 
again, taking half a dozen pictures.  "Maybe I will 
print one of them and hang it on the wall of my room."

"You'll do no such thing," Theresa snapped.  

"I know.  I was only teasing."

"I'm sure you were," she laughed as she gathered up 
her skirt.  With a big smile, she kissed him on the 
cheek and said, "Thank you.  When you're ready, you 
can bring the photos to my room, and with that she 
marched out of the room with her bare bottom wiggling 
seductively.

"Man-O-Man!" Rick sputtered.  "Wonder what's gotten 
into her?"

Rick likewise retreated to his room and removed the SD 
card from his camera.  He sat down at his computer and 
simply stared at it.  Why am I so frustrated with 
taking these pictures? he asked himself.  She has a 
great body, and I really would like to have these 
photos - if not on my wall, then at least on my 
computer.  Rats! he exclaimed finally as he stood, 
still holding the memory card.  Saying, Let's get this 
over with, he marched into Theresa's room.

She was still dressed as she had been for the last 
photo, or rather, she was still undressed and lying on 
her bed with her eyes closed.  The transparent blouse 
was still unbuttoned, leaving her breasts beautifully 
bare.  Her legs were spread slightly, and Rick quickly 
saw how moist her pubic hairs were.  This is one 
really turned-on girl, he thought.  "I brought you 
those pictures," he said.

"Thank you," she spoke softly, not opening her eyes.

"You want me to load them on your computer?"

"Would you, please?"  She raised slightly and looked 
at him, making no effort to cover herself.  As he 
inserted the SD card in the reader slot, she asked, 
"Rick, did you mean what you said about trying to 
seduce me?  When you were taking those pictures, did I 
really turn you on?"

"Theresa!" Rick protested.  "You're my sister, for 
cripe's sake."

"Just answer my question."

"Yes.  My body got all excited, and right now you're a 
major turn-on."  He paused, then added, "But I don't 
think we should be having this conversation."

"I disagree.  I think it is absolutely essential that 
we talk about this."  She sat up on the edge of the 
bed.  "These past few weeks have all been focused on 
sex, primarily because of what we've come to call 
Marie's Affair.  But I think it's also shed some light 
on our own sexuality."

"Maybe."

"What you do mean, 'maybe'?  You've had some kind of 
sex with your mother, and I watched you screw Judith.  
I mean, that's not exactly normal, is it?"

"So?" he asked.

"Well, I recently graduated from high school, and all 
this time I've successfully kept boys out of my 
pants."

"You're still a virgin?" he asked, puzzled.

"Of course I am," she retorted.  "And until recently I 
was proud of it.  Now, I'm not so sure.  Like I told 
you earlier, I'm beginning to think our treatment of 
Marie is beginning to backfire.  We thought we could 
humiliate her into avoiding sex, but instead we seem 
to be turning her into an unstoppable sex machine.  
You heard her say she's actually enjoying being a sex 
toy."

"I know, and that's weird."

"Apparently, something of the same thing's happening - 
only in reverse - with Judith.  She thought she could 
break Randy of his sexual appetite, but instead she's 
discovered her own, and now she can't get enough.  I 
couldn't believe how she screwed both you and Dad, and 
I think she would have continued with any other man 
who might have been there - except for Randy."

"So what are you saying, that you want in on the 
action?  Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Well," for the first time she actually blushed.  
"What is it they say, 'Don't knock it if you haven't 
tried it'?  Maybe it's time I got past this virginity 
thing, so I can make up my own mind about what I 
want."  She paused a moment, then stood.  "Okay, let's 
see those pictures."

Rick manipulated the mouse in circles, and the first 
photo appeared on the screen.  Compared with the way 
Theresa was dressed at the moment, the photo was 
considerably more modest.  At least she was wearing a 
skirt, even though her breasts were quite visible 
through the sheer fabric of her blouse.  "That's 
nice," he said.

"Sexy, isn't it?" she smiled.

He thumbed on through the remaining pictures in which 
she had opened her blouse, removed her skirt, and 
finally spread her legs.  "I think you're almost too 
sexy to be my sister," he grinned.

Just then, the sound of the garage door distracted 
them.  "Save those to the hard drive," Theresa 
instructed, "while I get dressed."

Rick moved the mouse again, and the computer whirred, 
but he did not move.  Instead, he simply sat at 
watched as his sister removed the flimsy blouse and 
put on her bra and a more substantial top.  She paid 
no attention to him until she started to step into her 
panties.  Then she paused and said, "Are you enjoying 
this?"  

"I need to think about it some more."

"Well, I just want you to know that I asked you to 
take the pictures because I trust you.  You're my 
brother, and that means we're closer than I've ever 
been with any other boy.  I think I could relax and 
enjoy sex with you.  And since you've already, well, 
sort of gotten past that hang-up with Marie...."

"I really didn't screw her," he protested.

"You stuck your dick up her ass!  That's sex, and I 
think you enjoyed it.  I'm sure she did."

"Touché," he grinned.

"So, yes.  Think about it, and we'll talk more about 
it later."  She jerked up her panties and stepped into 
the same skirt she had worn earlier.

"That's an awfully short skirt, Sis.  Are you sure you 
want to wear it now?"

"I especially want to wear it now," she grinned, 
swishing her hips as she left the room, leaving Rick 
still sitting at her computer with an enormous 
erection.

When Theresa entered the kitchen, Marie was lifting 
her dress over her head.  From her navel down, she was 
exposed and naked, as usual.  "Well," she said, as she 
finished removing her dress, "guess who we just saw at 
the store?"  Without waiting for a reply, she said, 
"Judith!  And she wants us all to get together again."


Marie's Affair, Chapter Four

"That's interesting," Theresa replied.  "What does she 
have in mind?"

"She wasn't very clear about any particular 
activities," Marie said with a sly smile, "but she 
suggested that this meeting be one in which all 
clothing is banned.  In other words, it's a nudist 
gathering."   Marie's smile indicated she thought this 
was a terrific idea, that she was definitely in favor 
of going, and that she was quite excited at the 
prospects.  

When Theresa did not respond immediately, Marie 
continued, "Your father and I thought we should speak 
with you before we agreed, because you're the only one 
who wasn't naked at our last meeting."

"You mean you've already talked with Dad about this?" 
Theresa replied, somewhat surprised.

"Oh, yes.  You see, we were not sure how you would 
feel about it.  I mean, you're the only one who..., 
well, you kept your clothes on when we were together 
the last time."  She waited for Theresa to respond.

Just then, Rick came into the kitchen.  "What's up?" 
he asked, noting the way his sister and Marie were 
staring at each other.  

Before either one could answer, Brett entered carrying 
a load of grocery bags.  "There is one more bag in the 
car," he announced.

"I'll get it," Marie volunteered.  

"The garage door is still open," he warned, "and..."  He 
indicated the fact that she was dressed in her 
required indoor attire, which was nothing.

"Oh, that's all right," she laughed.  "I've been out 
on the back deck like this, so why not out in the 
garage?"  And with that she was gone, leaving the 
other three staring after her.

"She's taking this nudity thing mighty casually, isn't 
she?" Rick observed.

"Yes, and now she tells me you're planning a nudist 
evening.  It makes wonder who's idea that really is - 
hers or Judith's.  She did tell you about the 
clothing, didn't she?"

Brett nodded, but Rick asked, "What about a nudist 
night?"

Brett answered his question.  "Judith wants us all to 
get together again, but this time no one is to wear 
any clothes.  Apparently she's really enjoying sex 
these days, and we're the only people besides her 
husband that she feels comfortable talking about it 
with."

"So she wants to screw us again?" Rick asked.  
"Right?" 

Brett laughed.  "I wouldn't be surprised, but I don't 
know.  Marie is the one who talked with her, so all I 
know is what she said.  Nor did she explain why Judith 
wants everyone to be naked.  That's why I think our 
sex toy had something to do with it."

"Do with what?" Marie asked as she set the grocery bag 
on the kitchen table.

"Are you the one who suggested a no-clothing night?" 
Rick asked her pointedly.

"Well," she hedged, "the idea sort of developed while 
Judith and I talked.  I'm naked most of the time 
anyway, and that's the way she hosted the last 
meeting, so it seemed only natural to ask that 
everyone else come, you know, au naturel."

"Well, I think it's a great idea," Rick replied.

"Fine with me," Brett agreed.

The three turned to Theresa.  "Your call," Brett 
stated flatly.

"Oh, sure, why not...."

"You're certain?" Marie asked.

"Read my hips!" she laughed as she sashayed out of the 
kitchen, swishing her short skirt.

"Wow!" exclaimed Brett.

"You don't know the half of it," Rick laughed, then 
returned to his room.  After he was gone, Brett took 
Marie to the family room, where he required her to 
suck him off .  Sensing her opportunity, Theresa 
quietly returned to the kitchen and removed two ice 
cubes from the freezer, then returned to her room.  If 
anyone would have seen her, they would have recognized 
the look of sensual determination in her eyes.

Back in her room, she closed the door and locked it, 
then stripped off her blouse and bra.  Quickly, as if 
to get it done before she lost her nerve, she used the 
ice to numb her nipples, then inserted a needle with 
floss through each of her breasts, much as she had 
previously done with Marie.  By the time the numbness 
abated from her nipples, each one had a double strand 
of floss threaded through it.  She smiled as she 
looked at herself in the mirror, then pulled on her 
bra and blouse.  For the next few minutes, she 
contented herself - or reassured herself, she wasn't 
sure which - by looking more closely at the photos 
Rick had taken of her earlier.  Smiling, she finally 
decided, Yes, I am one hot chick!

By Wednesday evening, when Theresa arrived home from 
work, she determined that her nipples were 
sufficiently recovered for her to remove the floss.  
They still hurt when she replaced the floss with a 
pair of dangling earrings, one she had intended for 
her mother when she purchased them.  Then she put on a 
heavy shirt, to cover the fact that she was going 
without a bra.  Let's see how these affect me, she 
said to herself.  No one else in the household noticed 
what she had done, much to her pleasure.  By bedtime, 
she was so horny she started to got into Rick's room 
to show him what she had done, but afraid of his 
possible rebuff she changed her mind.  Instead, that 
night she slept naked.

Thursday morning, she decided to go without a bra, so 
she selected blouse which was heavy enough to conceal 
her newly-adorned breasts.  She felt totally wicked, 
knowing that her nipples would tingle and maybe even 
sting much of the day, but no one at work would know.

Her mother was naked as usual, preparing breakfast.  
"I have a problem," she laughed when she saw Theresa 
come in.  "We're having that get-together Saturday 
night, and I don't have a thing to wear."  For her, it 
was a big joke, and she laughed loud and long.

"Yes, you do," Theresa reminded her.  "You have your 
nip-rings, and I have a couple of new earrings for you 
to wear."

"Oh, that's nice of you," she replied.  "Thank you.  
Now, what will you wear?"

"I'll think of something," Theresa laughed.  "Maybe 
some nail polish or a bit of lipstick.  Something 
exotic."  The conversation made her nervous, so she 
decided not to press it further.  "Where is this 
gathering to be held?  Here?  Or at the neighbors?"

"Of course, it will be here.  At least, that's what I 
suggested.  Now, if you have a different idea, then I 
will certainly not insist."

"How about the city park?" Theresa asked.  When Marie 
frowned, Theresa laughed and said, "No, here is just 
fine.  I was only wondering."

Meanwhile, Brett was developing his own ideas for 
Saturday night.  It was time, he decided, to remind 
Marie that she was their sex toy.  She's been getting 
a bit too comfortable with this new sex thing.  So I 
think we'll have her put on a little show for the rest 
of us.  Especially Randy.  Then, on the spur of the 
moment, he phoned Judith and spoke with her about the 
possibilities for how they would treat Randy and Marie 
that night.  Judith thought it was a great idea and 
agreed that they should make a few very special 
preparations that afternoon.  When he hung up the 
phone, he couldn't resist a sadist little chuckle.

All Rick could think about was how beautiful Judith 
looked, and now she was coming to his home and would 
probably would want to screw him again.  It was almost 
too good to be true.  He could hardly wait.

Saturday came, and all four of them took turns 
showering.  Marie took special care to oil her skin 
and insert her nip-rings.  Brett complimented her on 
how nice they looked, and Theresa gave her a new pair 
of earrings which did indeed dangle all the way down 
to her shoulders.  By noon, she was already prancing 
around the house, wearing her new jewelry and 
anxiously awaiting the party.

Brett and Rick remained dressed, not quite sure what 
the protocol was for a nudist party.  After conferring 
with each other, they decided their guests would have 
to be dressed when they arrived, since they certainly 
were not about to parade down the street naked.  So 
they would wait, and all of them could undress 
together.

That was the conclusion Theresa also reached on her 
own.  Plus, she had planned her own little surprise.  
She chose an attractive pair of silver earrings, large 
and heavy.  Then she took the little silver bells 
which she had purchased for Marie but had never given 
to her.  Watching carefully in the mirror, she 
inserted the bell hanger-look through her own 
recently-pierced nipples.  Rolling her shoulders, her 
breasts bounced and rolled, causing the little bells 
to jingle merrily.  Then she took a couple of steps, 
and the bells rang with each step.  This, she 
announced to herself, is going to be a very special 
night.

At mid-afternoon, Brett called the other three into 
the family room.  "I have an agreement worked out with 
Judith for tonight," he began.  Somewhat surprised, 
the other three gave him their full attention.  
"Marie, this especially affects you, since you are our 
sex toy."

He waited for her response, but when none was 
forthcoming, he continued.  "Marie, you are now 
required to go to the bathroom and give yourself an 
enema."  

"A what?" she exploded.

"You heard me," he replied calmly, "and because of the 
defiant attitude you exhibited just then, you will are 
required to repeat the process.  After you've given 
yourself an enema, you will give yourself a second 
one.  I want you absolutely and totally cleaned out 
inside."

"But... why?" she asked, then quickly added, "I did not 
refuse.  I simply wonder what's the purpose?"

"Listen, Slut, it's not my intention to explain my 
orders.  You are simply to obey.  Got that?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied, suddenly meek.

"Then go now, and tend to your duties."

After she was gone, Rick said, "I suppose that means 
Judith is giving Randy similar instructions?"

"Very perceptive," Brett smiled.  "And I'll explain 
why a little later.  I think you will find it very 
interesting, and you'll certainly want to keep your 
camera handy tonight."

 Marie considered the entire process utterly gross, 
but she filled the enema bag with the warm water 
solution, then lay across the edge of the bathtub 
until it had all drained into her butt.  She was 
barely able to straddle the stool before her bowel 
unloaded.  She cleaned herself, then repeated the 
process, as Brett required.  That time most of what 
she expelled was liquid.  An hour and a half later, as 
she returned to the family room, she felt quite hollow 
inside, both physically and emotionally.  Brett smiled 
in recognition, then instructed her to bend over so he 
could inspect her bottom.  She turned her back to him 
and leaned over, then gasped as he inserted his finger 
deep into her rectum.  

"Not bad," he replied.  "Now you are forbidden to eat 
or drink anything until I say you may."

"Yes, Sir," she replied.  

Brett then removed his finger and replaced it with the 
vibrator egg.  "All right, straighten up and turn 
around."  She complied.  "Tell me when you feel this," 
he instructed as he turned on the remote.  

"Now, Sir.  I feel it nowww."

"Good, we'll just leave it like that."  

"You're going to keep it running in me?" she asked.

Brett simply smiled and slipped the remote back in his 
pocket.  "You may go now.  Make yourself pretty for 
tonight." 

"Yes, Sir."

Judith and Randy arrived right on time.  Brett 
insisted that Marie answer the bell.  "And don't hide 
behind the door.  Stand out there so they can see 
you."  She complied willingly, obviously quite excited 
about the evening, in spite of her recent enema.  
Nothing was said about the egg still vibrating inside 
her.  It kept her sexually excited, but being in her 
rectum it was not enough to bring her to orgasm. 

"My, you look nice," Judith said sweetly as she 
scanned Marie's naked body.  "Randy, get out of those 
sweats right now."  Randy obeyed immediately and soon 
became the second naked person in the group.  Judith 
wore a very short dress which appeared to be held 
closed by a single belt tied at the waist.  It was 
obvious she wore nothing under it, but she kept it on 
since everyone else was still clothed.

"Well, to get things started," Theresa announced, "if 
you'll gather in the family room, I'll get us some 
wine.  Does that sound good?"

"Perfect," Judith smiled, pushing Randy along to get 
him moving.

Marie scooted ahead, wiggling her naked body 
seductively.

"I'll help you choose the bottles," Brett said softly 
to Theresa.

"Bottles?" she asked.

"We'll need several.  I'll explain later.  Oh, and 
we'll only need four glasses"

Puzzled, Theresa went along with his instructions.

In the family room, Theresa poured two full glasses 
from one bottle, while Brett filled the other two from 
a second bottle.  

"That leaves about two glasses in each of those 
bottles, doesn't it?" he asked.

"Looks about right," Judith agreed.  "Will that be 
enough?"

"If not, we have more."  His face developed a crooked 
little smirk as he asked, "Do you want to give the 
instructions, or shall I?"

"You're the host," she said.  "Go ahead."

"All right, Marie and Randy, lie down on the floor, 
you know, like you were a kid doing exercises.  
Remember sticking your legs in the air to ride a 
pretend bicycle?  Do it."

Awkwardly, both lay side by side on the floor and 
hoisted their legs in the air.  Neither had the nerve 
to ask the point or purpose.  They merely obeyed.

"Now, spread your legs, and show us your ass."

Both went through a series of erotic maneuvers, 
showing off their privates. 

"You're free to touch yourselves," Judith explained.  
"In fact, I think it would be fun to watch you 
masturbate."

Humiliated at being so totally exposed, neither said 
anything, but both began fingering themselves.  Randy 
was eventually able to bring himself erect, but Judith 
did not allow him to climax.  "We'll save that for 
later," she told him.  Brett increased the intensity 
of the egg vibrating in Marie, and she began to buck 
and bounce with increasingly sensual reactions.  Just 
before she might have climaxed in orgasm, he turned 
off the power.

"Now," instructed, "pull your feet all the way up to 
your ears, and push your ass high in the air."

"Isn't that a lovely view?" Judith laughed.

Rick and Theresa sat somewhat dumbfounded, not sure 
what was going on.  It was obvious this was what Brett 
had arranged previously with Judith.  It became more 
surprising when Judith and picked up a wine bottle.  
Brett pulled the wire which removed the egg from 
Marie's rectum, then he picked up the other wine 
bottle.

"You wanted your wine, so here it is," Brett 
announced.  "And you are not to spill any of it on the 
carpet."  With that he quickly tipped his bottle and 
inserted its neck where the egg had been, pushing it 
well down into Marie's ass.  The wine began to drain 
very slowly, from the bottle into her bowel.  Judith 
did the same with Randy.  "This may take a little 
while, since the bottle has to get air, but who's in a 
hurry anyway...."  With that, they both settled back on 
the couch and picked up their wine glass.  "Here's to 
fun and games," Brett laughed.  

Eventually, when both bottles were empty, as well as 
the glasses, Theresa opened the other bottles and re-
filled the glasses.  Then Judith and Brett removed the 
empty bottles from the upended pair on the floor, 
replaced the bottles with new ones.  Randy and Marie 
continued to hold their bottoms in the air, accepting 
another infusion of wine into their bowels.

"When these are empty, they will have had about four 
glasses each," Brett explained.  "Do you think that's 
enough?"

"Who knows?" Judith smiled.  "We'll just have to wait 
and see."

It was enough.  Before the second bottle was empty, 
Marie was giggling almost uncontrollably.  She was 
obviously drunk to the point of being silly.

Brett laughed.  "I heard that a person could get drunk 
without actually drinking alcohol.  One simply absorbs 
it through the intestines, and it all happens much 
quicker than simply drinking the wine."  Marie's 
bottle was empty before Randy's, so Brett removed it 
and replaced the bottle with a large butt plug.  Then 
he told her she could sit up, providing she did not 
let any wine leak out.  "Squeeze tight," he ordered.

Marie sat up, looked around, then giggled some more.  
"Everybody's upside down," she laughed.  "What 
happened?"

By that time, Randy's bottle was empty, and he was 
fitted with a similar butt plug before being permitted 
to sit up.  Somewhat more sullen than Marie, he showed 
similar signs of being tipsy.  "That's fine," Judith 
noted.  "We don't want them sloppy drunk, just enough 
to have fun."

"What's next?" Rick asked.

"Well, if you have some soft cords, let's tie them 
together.  They always wanted to be close.  This is 
their chance, except they won't be able to enjoy one 
another with all that wine sloshing around inside 
them."  

"You're really mean," Brett laughed.  "You know that?"

"Oh, you don't know the half of it.  I also brought a 
can of lemonade mix.  Maybe Theresa could fix up a 
large pitcher of it.  We'll have their eyeballs 
floating before this evening's done."  

Rick simply sat listening, amazed at watching Judith 
work.  Theresa went to the kitchen to mix lemonade.  
Marie and Randy both appeared too much affected by the 
wine to be quite aware of what Judith had just 
explained.  They sat on the floor smiling awkwardly at 
each other.

Rick procured several strips torn from an old sheet.  
"I remembered having these out in the garage," he 
grinned.  "I suppose this is as good a use for them as 
any."

Working together - it took all four of them to control 
Randy and Marie - they had them stand side by side, 
then tied Randy's left arm securely to Marie's right 
arm.  Then they tied the cords around their arms at 
their shoulders, and likewise tied their legs at the 
crotch and the ankles.  Thus bound, it was not 
possible for them to sit or move around, since both 
were too tipsy-drunk to move steadily.

"You'd better hold still," Brett warned, "or you'll 
fall down, and that will hurt."

"And remember," Judith warned as Theresa gave them 
each a large plastic glass of lemonade, "no peeing on 
the carpet."  Now quite thirsty, as a result of their 
earlier enemas, both drank the lemonade quickly, and 
Theresa refilled their glasses.

"This should be an interesting evening," Brett smiled.

"Shall we make it more interesting?" Judith asked.  
She smiled seductively and untied the sash on her 
dress.  Indeed, she was beautiful beneath the dress 
because everything under it was Judith.  Brett and 
Rick were both instantly aroused.  The erotic effect 
not lost on Theresa, but she simply stood at one end 
of the room, knowing her turn would come eventually.  

Judith suddenly demanded, "Well, come on, guys, get 
out of your clothes.  This is supposed to be a nudist 
party.  Remember?"

Hesitant at first, the two men peeled off their 
shirts, then dropped their pants exposing very 
enormous erections.

"My, my, do you carry those around like that all the 
time?" Judith asked with a sensuous smile.  Or do I 
really have that much effect on you?" 

"You are a very pretty lady," Rick replied.

"Thank you, my lad," Judith smiled, then leaned over 
and kissed the tip of his tool.  When she straightened 
up, she turned to Theresa.  "Well, you're the only one 
here still dressed."

Theresa suddenly realized that all eyes were on her.  
It was now or never, and since she had planned for 
this evening, she made the most of it.  Catching her 
breath in a search for courage, she took another sip 
of her wine, then stepped out of her skirt.  Brett's 
eyes popped when he realized how nice his daughter 
looked in areas he had seldom seen since she was a 
toddler.  Then she unbuttoned her blouse, smiled at 
them broadly, and quickly held it open as she twisted 
her shoulders abruptly causing her breasts to sway and 
the little silver bells to ring merrily.

"Wow, Sis!  When you put on a show, you really do it 
right!" Rick exclaimed, his erection bouncing merrily.

Judith reached down and gripped his erection with her 
hand.  "I'm going to get me some of that tonight," she 
whispered to him as she kissed him lightly on the 
cheek.  "But first, I suppose we could share some of 
those snacks I brought?"

Theresa apologized for not getting them out sooner, 
but they all agreed that this was the appropriate time 
to enjoy the food.  As they set up the snack trays, 
Judith stopped in front of Randy and Marie.  "Don't 
think you're going to be left out," she smiled.  "I 
brought you a dish of popcorn and peanuts.  I'm sure 
they'll taste good."

Brett raised his eyebrows at her, catching her 
attention.  Judith whispered to him, "Don't worry.  I 
gave them double the usual amount of salt.  Sure 
enough, within minutes of sampling the nuts, both 
Randy and Marie were reaching for another glass of 
lemonade.  "Is that enough?" Judith asked.  "There's 
plenty more."  Marie shook her head, realizing that 
her bladder was beginning to fill, as well as her 
bowel, and she was already starting to feel 
uncomfortable.

Conversation and snacks did not last very long, as 
Rick and Judith kept repeatedly eyeing one another.  
Eventually, Judith spoke up.  "All right, this has 
dragged out long enough."  She pulled Rick from his 
chair and on to the floor.  Almost before he was aware 
of what was happening, Judith impaled herself on his 
erect shaft and was joyously bouncing up an down.  
Within minutes, both of them came.  Theresa felt 
strange pangs within her and noticed that her father 
was holding his erection with both hands.  They looked 
nervously at each other and almost simultaneously 
shook their heads, agreeing that they wanted somehow 
to become involved.

After the heavy breathing on the floor was finished, 
Judith retreated to the bathroom to clean up.  Rick 
wiped himself with one of the unused cloth strips he 
had brought from the garage.  Then he sat down beside 
Theresa.  "We have a problem, Sis," he whispered

"I know," she replied softly.

"How will you handle it?"

"Well, I'm not going to screw my own father."  She 
paused a moment, the added, "And as pretty as Judith 
is, I'm not comfortable with that lesbian stuff." 

"And you're my sister," he muttered under his breath.

"I know."  She continued to whisper, "So let's be 
careful."

Rick rose then as Judith returned to the room, pulled 
her into his arms and kissed her deeply.

"Wow, what was that all about?" she asked.

"As if you didn't know, Lady.  You are one terrific 
neighbor.  I can't believe your husband would ever 
want to cheat on you."

"Neither do I," Brett agreed.

Judith smiled and sat on the arm of his chair, then 
reached down and jiggled his erection between her 
thumb and finger.  "Give me a minute to collect 
myself, and we'll take a turn together," she laughed.

"I can hardly wait."

"So I see."  She looked across the room at Randy and 
Marie, "By the way, do either of you need any more 
lemonade?"  Both shook their heads desperately.  
"Well, then," she continued, rising and crossing the 
room to them, "have more peanuts.  She pushed a 
handful into Randy's mouth, who mumbled incoherently 
as he chewed.  

Marie reached into the dish, "I'll take my own, thank 
you, rather than have you stuff them in."

"That's a good girl," Judith said, patting her 
stomach.  "We want you well stuffed for what comes 
later."  Turning to Theresa she said, "I hope you'll 
keep them well supplied with lemonade while I'm busy."  
Then with a big smile, she turned back to Brett and 
asked, "Well, Neighbor, are you ready?"  As he rose 
from his chair, she stretched out on the carpet and 
spread her legs.  "Do me good," she instructed.  "Do 
me real good."

Theresa had trouble keeping her hands from between her 
legs.  She glanced at her brother and saw his erection 
had already returned.  Rising and walking past him 
slowly, she whispered, "Don't waste that.  I want you 
to come to my room tonight after Dad's in bed."

Randy and Marie stood silently watching as Brett 
pounded his meat into Judith, who were both too caught 
up in the passion of sex to pay any attention to 
anyone else in the room.  Randy and Marie, on the 
other hand, were both squirming and breathing heavily, 
as they watched the couple copulating on the carpet, 
obviously filled with the discomfort of so much wine 
and lemonade.

"Oh, wow!" Judith exclaimed, when Brett finally rolled 
off of her on to the floor.  "Twice now I've had 
father and son.  And both times I've thoroughly 
enjoyed myself.  No," she laughed, "I've thoroughly 
enjoyed you men.  I wish I could have you every night!  
Wow!"

Theresa crossed her legs, anxious and nervous and 
uncertain how she was going to contain herself until 
after their guests were gone.  Judith pulled herself 
to her feet and went to clean up again.  "I didn't 
have to do this when Randy screwed me.  He never 
generated enough excitement in me to get me very 
juiced-up."  She left the room laughing.

When she returned, she spoke so all could hear, "I see 
that it's dark outside.  Why don't we adjourn to the 
deck, if that's all right with our hosts.  I think our 
two sex toys might enjoy a little time to play with 
each other.

Marie and Randy looked quickly at each other, 
obviously nervous about what lay in store for them, 
but they remained quiet as the others came to untie 
them. 

"Here," Judith said mischievously to Theresa, as she 
reached around Randy's thigh to untie the cord, "will 
you hold this out of the way?"  She lifted his semi-
erect penis and held it up for Theresa to take it.  
Theresa smiled as she took his member in here hand, 
then grinned up at him as she gave it a couple of 
squeezes.

"Oh," he complained.  "I'm so full.  That hurts."

"Oh, poor boy," Judith laughed.

Brett led the procession out on to the deck and 
reminded them to keep the noise down, lest they 
attract the attention of any of their next-door 
neighbors.  Thus far, neither Randy nor Marie had 
uttered a word, but they continued to follow 
instructions as they were pushed off the deck out on 
to the back lawn.  "Out there," Brett advised them, 
"you're free to make all the mess you want.  You don't 
have to worry any more about leaking wine on the 
carpet."

"So what are we to do?" Randy asked.

"You wanted to screw Marie.  Well, there she is.  I 
doubt that anyone here will object if you go right 
ahead and do her now."  Judith paused a moment, then 
added, "Even if she objects, you go right ahead.  I 
want to watch.  Now, do it!"

Randy turned to Marie, then knelt on the lawn and 
pulled her down on to the grass with him.  "I'm not 
sure if I can," he whimpered softly.

"We don't really have a choice, do we?" she asked, 
then rolled on to her back and pulled him atop her.  A 
moment later, she almost screamed, "Oh!  That hurts!  
All that stuff inside me.... Ahhh!"

There was an audible pop, followed by loud gurgles.

"Oh, my word!" Marie exclaimed.  "The plug came out, 
and I'm making a mess everywhere!"

"Ahhhgggggrrr!" Randy roared in pain.

"Oh, no!  You're leaking stuff all over me!" Marie 
complained.  "It's sticky!  And it stinks!"

The other four pulled chairs up to the edge of the 
deck so they could see as best they could in the dim 
light from the house.  It was hard to keep from 
laughing too loudly as the two beleaguered lovers 
groped each other in the slime they had excreted on to 
the freshly-mowed lawn.  It was hard to tell in the 
darkness, but they knew grass clippings were clinging 
all over their naked bodies, and the slime of bowel-
borne wine and urine mixed with the aromas of their 
sex, creating a potpourri of misery in which they 
wallowed.  

"How long shall we make them wear their new costumes," 
Brett asked.

"Why don't we just have them sleep together out here 
on the deck tonight?" Judith suggested.

"What about us?" he asked.

"What about 'us'?" she repeated.  "I really couldn't 
go home and just leave him here, could I?"

"No...," Brett agreed.

"Oh, Dummy," she exclaimed.  "I'm trying to get you to 
say I can spend the night with you."

"I like that."

"And I brought two pair of handcuffs.  We'll fasten 
these two to the railing here and let them have at it 
all night, if they want."  She paused, then added with 
a laugh, "Providing they can tolerate how they smell."

So it was that sometime later, Theresa realized all 
was quiet.  She had been sitting in the darkness on 
her bed for some time, listening to the sounds of 
lovemaking coming from her father's room.  Judith was 
not quiet when she came, and from the noise she was 
apparently having repeated orgasms.  The persistent 
ache in Theresa's loins had not gone away.  Instead, 
she was desperate to have it relieved.  That's when 
her brother slipped quietly into the room and closed 
the door.  He was as naked as was she.

"You said you wanted me tonight?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she exclaimed as she stretched out on the 
bed.  "Come and lie here beside me."

Rick sat on the edge of the bed.  In the dim light, he 
could barely make out the features of his sister's 
naked body.  She was lovely, and it was tremendously 
exciting to think about why she had invited him into 
her room.  Especially tonight.  The entire evening had 
been one intense sexual orgy, and the sounds emitting 
from their father's room it was rather obvious the 
orgy had not yet ended.  At least not for Brett and 
Judith. 

"You know I love you," Theresa whispered softly.

"Of course," he replied.  "I'm your brother."

"And you know that I trust you," she continued.

"Yes, that's what you told me when we took those 
pictures."

"So does that tell you why I asked you to come to me 
tonight?"

"I think so."

"Then lie here beside me.  I want you to hold me."

Rick swung his legs around and lay back on the bed 
beside his sister.  She turned on her side and pulled 
him to her, pressing the full length of her naked body 
against his, suddenly aware of his erection being 
squeezed against her stomach.  Her loins tingled with 
nervous excitement.  

"You know what I want?" she asked.  "Don't you?"

"I think so," he replied, still feeling awkward about 
what they were doing, wanting her, loving her, and 
somehow feeling responsible for her.

"I made it all the way through high school without 
losing my virginity.  Now, before I go to college, I 
don't want to lose it.  I want to give it away.  I 
want to give it to you...."  She held very still, 
awaiting his response.

"You don't know how much that means to me," Rick 
finally spoke.  "It's a gift I could never deserve."  
He paused a moment longer, then whispered, "Let's try 
this."  He shifted his weight to make room for his 
hand between their stomachs, and then gently ran his 
finger in her pubic hair.  As his fingers reached 
further own, she spread her legs to make room for his 
hand.  

It was an almost automatic reaction, not consciously 
planned, but she was so anxious to be touched that she 
just did it.  "Ooh!" she exclaimed softly.  "You just 
hit my tickle bone."

"I don't think that's what it's called," Rick laughed 
softly.  "Did it feel good?"

"Wonderful," she exclaimed.

"Want me to do it some more?" he asked.

"Please.  Yes, more."

Gently, ever so slowly, he massaged her clit, 
occasionally inserting a finger or two into her slit.  
She responded ardently, wrapping both her arms around 
his shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest, 
and eventually just giving in to the thrill of what 
his hand was doing.  Thrusting her pelvis against his 
hand, she lost all desire to be gentle.  

"Harder," she demanded.  "Do it harder!"  And a moment 
later she found release from all the tension that had 
been building throughout the weeks Marie had been 
living naked in their midst.  It was her first orgasm 
to share with anyone else, and it made those puny ones 
she created with her own fingers hardly worth 
remembering.  "Ooooooohhh!" she moaned.  "That's soooo 
gooood.  Rick, I love you so much."  Vibrations 
continued within her for several minutes, as she kept 
his hand trapped within her between her clamped legs.  
It was several minutes before she finally began to 
relax.

"I take it that was good for you," he whispered 
teasingly.

"Oh, yes."

"Well, I thought we could share that, and you could 
still keep your virginity for a real lover," he 
explained.  "You know I wanted you, but I think this 
is better."

"I think so, too," she agreed.  Then she pushed him 
backward on the bed.  "Now, let me return the favor."  
She started to lean down over him, but he protested.

"I thought I just said we would not have sex 
together."

"Listen, Rick, the President of the United States says 
what I'm about to do is not having real sex, so just 
shut up and enjoy."  Then she opened her mouth, and in 
one downward stroke she swallowed his full length.  
For a moment, she held very still, amazed that she had 
done it, amazed that the taste in her mouth was not 
unpleasant at all, amazed at feeling her brother's 
erection come to life and move within her.  She pulled 
back a bit and ran her tongue over the tip, and when 
he gasped she knew she was doing it right.  Up and 
down she pumped, closing her lips tight over his shaft 
and occasionally pulling him in and down into her 
throat.  In those few minutes she expressed all her 
love and appreciation for her brother through the 
sensations she tried hard to create for him, and when 
he bucked beneath her she strained hard not to let him 
escape from her mouth.  The stream of sperm 
momentarily choked her, but she quickly swallowed.  
Then swallowed again.  He writhed beneath her, 
thrashing about in joyous ecstasy.  

"Oh," he gasped, "I hope tonight was as good for you 
as it was for me.  Thank you."

"No, thank you," Theresa sighed, holding his wilting 
erection in her hand and kissing the tip, then licking 
the last remaining droplets she squeezed out."  She 
looked deeply into his eyes, then said, "I think we'll 
want to do this again."

They lay together for awhile, then were aroused by 
noises from outside.

"It sounds like Marie is complaining," Rick observed.  
"Shall we go see what's going on?"

As they slipped quietly down the hallway, Theresa 
giggled, "I know we ran around all evening like this, 
but it still seems weird to be out here without any 
clothes."

By the light of the moon on the back deck, they could 
see Randy and Marie struggling together, attempting to 
twist their bodies as they lay on the deck.  They were 
handcuffed with their hands together behind their 
backs so that it was impossible for them to face each 
other.  Even though they were both naked and could 
feel each other, they were unable to enjoy each 
other's bodies or have any sexual contact.  

"Doesn't look like they're having much fun, does it?" 
Randy whispered.

"Wonder if the smell has gone away yet?"

"Probably not until they get their morning shower."

"I thought I heard Judith say she would spray them 
down in the morning before they can come in the 
house," Theresa giggled.

"That ought to be fun to watch."

"If I wake up early enough to see it."

He paused several moments, then asked, "You want to 
sleep alone tonight?  Or together?"

"Together," Theresa whispered.  "Your room." 

Still sated from their previous sexual experiences of 
the day, they simply cuddled together comfortably and 
within a few minutes were sleeping soundly.

Muffled screams woke Randy, and as he awoke he became 
aware that he was not alone in bed.  He was cuddled 
spoon-like with a naked girl.  He knew she was naked 
because he was holding her breast in his hand, and 
when he tried to turn over he realized his semi-erect 
member was securely held in the grip of her hand.  

"What was that noise?" he asked.  

Sleepily, Theresa sat up, still holding her brother's 
penis firmly in her grasp.  "It sounded like our sex 
toy," she laughed.  Then she bounded out of bed, "Come 
on!  Let's see what's happening."

They ran down the hallway to the back door, then began 
laughing as they watched the naked Judith spraying 
Randy and Marie with the garden hose as they huddled 
together on lawn.  Fortunately for them, Judith was 
using a soft spray, more intent on washing grass 
clippings from their naked bodies than trying to hurt 
them.  She repeatedly instructed them to turn around 
until, eventually, they were clean enough to satisfy 
her.  After she turned off the hose, the unlocked the 
handcuffs and gave them each a towel.

"Dry off," she instructed them, "and then you can come 
inside."

Shivering, the two stood awkwardly in the hallway, 
looking sheepishly at Rick and Theresa.  "I'm 
freezing," Marie insisted.  "It was so cold out there 
last night."

Brett came around the corner just then.  "Do you think 
they've had enough?" he asked.

"I think we've done all the damage we can for this 
weekend," Judith agreed.  "And I'm hungry."  She 
smiled suddenly as she said, "I tell you what - I know 
a restaurant that serves a great Sunday morning 
brunch.  Brett, Rick, Theresa, breakfast is on me, if 
you'll go with me wearing what you came to the party 
in last night."

"You mean, wearing 'nothing'?" Theresa asked.

"No, of course not.  I mean what you were wearing when 
you came."

"Okay, I can do that."  She remembered her skirt and 
blouse were adequate, and all she would be missing is 
underwear.  

"What about us?" Randy asked.

"Well, I guess that's up to you," Judith smiled.  
"Except everyone's already agreed to wear what they 
had on when they came to our little party last night.  
So, if you don't mind going that way, then you're 
welcome to come."  She smiled, "Or we can leave you 
two here alone for a couple of hours."  She grinned at 
Brett, and he nodded in agreement.

"What you do is up to you," he laughed.  "I think 
you've earned that privilege."

"Uh, oh," Judith muttered.  "I just realized what I 
was wearing when you came."  She had pulled on the 
short dress.  It was hanging open, leaving her naked 
body still mostly exposed.  "And now I can't find the 
belt to this dress."

"You used it to tie Randy last night," Theresa 
reminded her, and with that clue the missing belt was 
found.  Even so, Judith was only slightly more modest 
after she pulled her dress closed over her full 
breasts and tied the belt around her waist.  

"Whatever," she mused as they headed for the garage.  
Theresa looked back as she closed the door and smiled 
slightly as she saw Marie and Randy staring awkwardly 
at each other.  

At the restaurant table, as the four ate brunch, a new 
agreement was arranged.  Theresa would soon leave for 
college.  Rick said it was time he got his own 
apartment.  Brett and Judith decided they enjoyed one 
another's company enough to continue regular...  "What 
shall we call them?" Judith asked.

"Visitations.  How about that.  Visitations, like an 
open house ...all the time," Brett suggested.   And so 
it was agreed.

"Or," Judith agreed, "we could call it an open 
marriage."

"What about Marie?" Theresa asked.  "And Randy?  Are 
we letting them have their way now?"

"No way!"  Judith and Brett exclaimed simultaneously.  

"Oh, let's allow them to have a little fun together 
now and then," Judith suggested, "but there's no way 
I'm letting him off the hook for what he did.  I mean, 
if he had really wanted to screw Marie, then he should 
have asked me if I would mind.  Isn't that right, 
Brett?"

"Exactly.  So let's keep our contracts en force, at 
least for now."  Brett smiled at Rick and Theresa, 
"Meanwhile, we still have a sex toy in our house.  
Agreed?"

"Agreed."

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