Marie's Affair Chapter Two
by Erotin Thraller
This is the second chapter of a long story in which
Marie is caught in an affair and suffers the
consequences, which involves an interesting agreement
with her family and the neighbors.
Codes: M+F+, F-solo, bondage
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 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 proceeded then to tell how Blondy had
explained the way 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, as he began to understand what had
actually been happening. 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. It was because of you
that 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 how exposed he naked body really was.
"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, right in front us all, and
what's worse I couldn't believe it! You actually got
off doing it! 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? I
don't know how could you even think about doing the
stuff you did, but you did it so readily! Are you what
they said? Are you that much of a slut?"
Rick chimed in, "I never, ever thought I would see my
mother diddle herself right in front of me. But you
did. Why, I think you actually did want 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 paused as she tried to compose herself
under this onslaught from her family. "Well," she
tried again. "Randy did seem 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?
Is there somehow I can make it up to you? Can I?
There must be something?"
"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 think we need to have a
family conference. We can talk then about what tp 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 any of 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 back and forth, from Rick to Theresa, several
times.
"Yes, Dad," they both agreed.
It took most of an hour before the three 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 all that 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
did not know about sex, but it was a shock to know her
own mother had been cheating actually 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. Looking back
on how she had acted, it now seemed that she had made
it rather easy for the men to bring out a nasty side in
her that none of the family had never dreamed existed.
Everything she had done seemed so repulsive. On the
other hand, he had to admit that watching her
masturbate on the floor in front of him had been much
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 wants. Of course, he realized, Randy's
wife apparently had her own opinion about that.
Arranging for those men to abuse them that afternoon
was proof enough that Randy's wife was angry. And her
plans did not include having Marie hanging around. 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 with no
one saying a word, not even really looking at each
other but awkwardly aware that they faced 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 forced himself to begin, "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 up whatever
rules we want 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, she revealed a mighty
dark side of herself 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. "Are we able to do that?"
"For instance?" Rick questioned.
Theresa said, "Wait a minute. I'll get paper and a
pencil."
So it was that the three of them drew up their new
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 when they
entered, obviously quite ashamed of herself. "You told
me not to get dressed," she began when the three of
them came in.
"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
want to do." 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 the rules of 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.
That'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, 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
appropriate 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
will 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. "Neither do I 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, together or
individually."
"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 goons to come here 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, as our act
of vengeance. Maybe what we're doing is not 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, then who knows, you may choose to continue
living forever 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 enter. 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
of the linens in the hall closet." 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 one dress you can 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, and 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 through the
open door. 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 bratworst 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, and then there's no
telling how they might punish me. 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 was still
in great disarray from 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 may as well get this over
with, she decided, 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. 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 have nothing on underneath
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.
Just as 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. When she returned, she simply stood behind
her chair, 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. It took several minutes before Marie
completely settled down on the table. Even then, she
thrashed about with several occasionally 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 normalcy.
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 question, 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 already 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 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. I mean, she had 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."
~~~
End of Chapter Two. Continued in Chapter Three.
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