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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Our next door neighbors are interesting people.  Brett and Marie 
have two attractive children.  Actually, I guess I shouldn't call 
them "children."   I understand they are of legal age with jobs 
of their own and dreams of going away to college.  They appeared 
to Ann and me to be an attractive family, but then one really 
never knows what's going on next door.  That's why I think you'll 
enjoy their story.

Chapter 12 - Marie's Affair

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 that extra 
lift which enhanced their beauty.

She had a good marriage.  And theirs was a good family.  Rick and 
Theresa were twins, now eighteen and fresh out of high school, 
heading for the university in the fall.  As Marie's father used 
to say, Rick was "the spitting image" of his father, Brett.  
Theresa, however, was a blonde beauty.  Marie would 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.  That's when 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.  She screamed again, but the sound was muffled.

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 
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 until 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.  
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.  Not 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, finding himself unable to keep his eyes 
off his mother's ministrations.

Marie was good at what she oral sex.  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.  Then get down there 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 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, fuck 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 was able to catch 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, young lady," 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 your 
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 her ...or 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.  Then you'd 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, maybe 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 Marie.  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 her gag impulse and ran her tongue around the 
tip.  His fluids were bitter, and momentarily she wondered what 
was in his diet to 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 and 
jeered.  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 to get something from off 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 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 grabbed her arms and steadied them.

"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 it," 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.

~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 13 


  
Chapter 12 - Marie's Affair