Message-ID: <15740eli$9809300619@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Spunk N. Wagnels" Subject: Repost: Not With My Daughter! Part 14/20(?) By Spunk N. Wagnels - nwmd14.txt(1/1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.cuckold,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: 17890536@pager.mirabilis.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6urn2s$50o@enews4.newsguy.com> NWMD14.TXT -- 14/20(?) Not With My Daughter! Part 14 by Spunk N. Wagnels spunknwagnels@hotmail.com ICQ #17890536 The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved by the author. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. "Brenda Honey, would you come and help me with this, please?" "Sure Mom, what’s up?" "Do you think I should go in pigtails or with a ponytail?" "Gee Mom, either way is okay. Boy you sure look great in that old cheerleading outfit of yours. It is amazing you can still fit into it." "Thanks Sweetie. It has taken a lot of hard work and vigilance to stay the same size as I was in college." Marnie said appreciatively to her daughter, Brenda. "Do you know what anyone else is wearing tonight?" Brenda asked. "No Dear. I’m afraid we are all going to be surprised by how brave or chicken our friends are." Marnie replied. "I sure hope the Brannons get here with the pictures in time, they promised I’d have them today." Then Marnie’s husband, Roger came into the room from his shower with a towel around his waist and another drying his hair. "What are you planning to wear to your party, Dad?" Brenda asked. "I’m going as the basketball star that sweeps your mom off her feet. How about you Punkin?" He asked back. "I’m going as the farmer’s daughter, Pappy?" She said humorously, as she stroked him under his chin with her index finger. "I’m going to go get ready. See ya." She said, nearly skipping out of the room. "Honey, pigtails or ponytail?" Marnie asked the Birthday Boy. "Love ya either way my Sweets." Roger said, right before giving her a kiss on the lips. "You’re no help." She muttered. "I’m going to check on things downstairs." She said, as she put her hair in a ponytail, by default, while leaving the room. As Marnie hit the bottom step, the back doorbell rang. When she got there it was the caterers from Vivian’s Delectable Dishes. She held the door for three sturdy young men, with the looks of models, but the innocence and demeanor of country boys. They were followed by the somewhat older Vivian, who watched over them like a hawk as they hefted in the eats. When everything was unloaded, she went over some instructions with them, and told Marnie she had to leave to set up two more parties, but that she was leaving her with her three most experienced guys. Marnie only half listened to it all, since she was so distracted by the three young studs in her kitchen. The tight European cut clothes, broad shoulders, thin waists and strong butts were making her slightly lightheaded. "Wow, Vivian’s staff is one good looking guy after another. She must be one horny broad, who hires based on looks. How am I going to keep my hands off of them and my mind on Roger tonight?" She mused in thought. Her reverie was broken by Brenda who walked in wearing a red and white gingham sleeveless shirt, shortened by folding the back tail back up under the shirt, and held together in front solely by a slipknot tying of the front tails. With no bra on, her ample young breasts were supported only by the tied shirttails. She walked around flirtatiously, admiring the finger food that was coming on display, until she came around a counter, and Marnie saw that she was wearing modified shorts, which were cut in length up to the crotch and up the sides to show the side of her legs and part of her ass cheeks. "Brenda, I don’t think you can wear this tonight. What would your father think?" Marnie said concerned. "Gee Mom." She said quietly, grabbing her arm to have their conversation out of the ears of the sexy men. "This covers way more than my swimsuit." "Barely, Honey. I think you should hide from your father awhile." "Sure Mom." She said and continued to walk around in a seductive teenage way. Marnie thought about how much she had learned about herself from her daughter lately. She admired how comfortable Brenda was with herself at this age, advertising her wares. Marnie had only recently given it any serious thought of it for herself. The doorbell rang, in front this time. "Brenda can you go answer that?" Marnie asked. "I’ve got to have a few more minutes with my guys." She thought to herself. "It’s some guy I’ve never seen before, asking for you." Brenda announced. "Okay, thanks. You can help out in here. I’ll go see who it is." Marnie said. "Dr. Powers, so good to see you. Thank you for coming. You are here early." Marnie remarked. "Yes. You have a nice house here. I came early so I could have some individual time with each of your guests first, that is if you still want me to put on a show for your husband using hypnosis. Will it be okay if I hang out?" He asked. "Oh sure, make yourself at home. Roger will be coming down shortly. He will be wearing a yellow basketball uniform, and we will be bringing out hors d’oeuvres shortly." Marnie replied. As Marnie started to head back to the kitchen, the doorbell rang again. When she answered it, it was Barb, George, and their daughter, Susan. George was dressed as a sheik, Barb was dressed in a revealing harem girl outfit, and Susan was in a sleeveless white shirt and cutoff shorts. Brenda looked out from the kitchen to see who had arrived. When she saw it was Susan, she came bounding out, grabbed her hand, and ran her upstairs. Marnie asked George if he would see if Dr. Powers wanted something to drink, and then took Barb aside to take in the full effect of her sexy costume. "Gosh Barb, you look great. I didn’t think you had it in you to come to a party looking this sexy." "Oh Marnie, ever since you dragged me to that SEXY Productions thing, my life has completely turned around. Things have never been better with George, I feel better about myself, and I owe it all to you." She said, as she gave Marnie a ‘thank you’ hug. "We’ve got to live while we still can, Girl." Marnie said, as she pulled away from the sexy feel of Barb in this costume. "I’m going back into the kitchen for a few more details. Why don’t you go in and say ‘Hi’ to Dr. Powers." Upstairs, Brenda was fussing over the conservative way Susan had interpreted their pact to dress as farmers’ daughters. "We’ve got to do something about those shorts. Get them off and let me fix them." Brenda trimmed them like her own. Now that bra has got to go, you don’t button the front at all, and we have to show more midriff. There are gorgeous hunks working in the kitchen, and we have a lot of teasing to do. It’s our job." "Look, I can’t go without a bra. Look, you can kind of see through the material." "I’ll tell you what I’ll do. You go braless, and I’ll trade you tops." They traded. "Now you tie the front like this. You see, one pull, and their free. Knowing this will make you even sexier as you parade your stuff around tonight." They did one last check in the mirror and headed down to the kitchen. "Brenda, I don’t know. I’m not as brave about this as you are." Susan worried. "Just follow my lead, Sue, you’ll be great." Brenda said reassuringly. When they got to the kitchen Marnie was gone. In the interim, the back doorbell had rung, and it was Larcher, her tormentor and blackmailer. When she saw him at the door she immediately led him to the basement. "What the hell are you doing here?" She charged. "Nice to see you too, Missy." He retorted. "Kenneth gave me the pictures you wanted for your husband’s 40th birthday party. He couldn’t make it, so he made me promise I’d get them to you tonight. Trouble is, I’ve got these two packages, this green one and this blue one. One has the pictures from Brannon and the other has copies from my collection, and you know, I’ve been so backed up lately, I can’t seem to remember which one to give to your hubby." "Don’t play games with me, Larcher. I need those pictures and I need you to get out of here right now." "First let me see my favorite bald pussy. Bend over and take off those panties. Okay, hand them here. You won’t be needing them tonight." He said as he started to stroke her nether slit. Marnie supported herself with her hands on her knees waiting, but not wanting, for him to stop. When he started to put a finger in her asshole, he asked, "Here tonight, or in front? Your choice." Marnie started to feel ill. She turned around and put her mouth on his musky uncut penis and started to suck. She crouched down, feeling the coolness of the floor below her, absorbing the radiant heat from her openly stretched pussy inches above it. She wanted to get him through with it as soon as possible, so she reached up with her hands and massaged his balls. Larcher started to moan, as he became wobbly. She wanted to tell him to be quiet, but he had his hands on her head to keep her there, and for his support. When he came, he jerked forward spilling Marnie to the cold cement floor on her bare bottom, with her hands going back for support. He put his hand on his cock and continued to stroke. Marnie scooted her bare bottom along the cement floor to evade Larcher’s after shots, which hit the cement between her legs. Then she heard Roger’s voice calling her name. "You’ve got to get out of here fast." She said to Larcher. "Coming Dear." She yelled upstairs. "Please leave the pictures and go." "Oh here you are." Roger said, nearly running into her at the door to the basement. "What is going on with these costumes?" "What do you mean?" Marnie said, backing the two of them back into the kitchen. "I mean, I’ve never seen our friends and neighbors so daring. Even my brother Ron and Sally are way out of character. They are sharing one pair of pajamas. She has the top and he has the bottom. Then there is Bob as Tarzan, come on, maybe fifty pounds less but . . . Well, Mary makes a foxy Jane. Come out and see." Roger said excited. "Look there Barb might as well be wearing a thong bikini. You can see everything else. Betty looks like a prostitute and Paul’s garage sale leisure suit makes him look like her pimp." "Gosh you’re right Honey." Marnie said with a giggle. "Look at Ginny with the beige full body suit and wings. She has to be Tinkerbell, because Dan looks like Peter Pan." She said to Roger as they stood looking at the guests from the dining room. "Oh there’s the door, would you be a dear and see who it is?" Marnie asked, starting to get preoccupied with the fact that she was bare-assed in front of their closest friends under a very short, flared skirt. Before she could retreat, in walked Roger with Will and Dee Dee dressed as a Hawaiian tourist and a hula dancer. Dee Dee was part Hawaiian, so her costume looked good on her darker skin. It consisted of a bra made out of coconut shells held in place by leather thongs, a genuine grass skirt. She was barefoot with flowers in her hair, on a wrist, and on one ankle. Roger led them over to the bar where George was still serving and excused himself to talk to Marnie again. "Honey, what exactly did you put in the invitations about this costume party anyway?" "Nothing really. It just said, ‘Come as sexy as you dare to show Roger and everyone else that life begins at Forty’. I had no idea that they would get into it to this extent. You and I look conservative, don’t we." Marnie said in response. "If only he knew that I am bottomless under this. I’m going to have to be really careful." She cautioned herself. Then out walked Brenda and Susan with trays of finger food from the kitchen. Roger looked the two of them over. "Hey where do you think you’re going dressed like that, Young Lady?" "Who me? Dad, have you looked at your friends here tonight? Susan and I are tame compared to them. Give us a break. Here, have some?" Brenda said, stuffing her tray at him. "But . . . Brenda . . ." He said as she walked away into the living room to serve the guests. After making the rounds of greeting each of their guests, Marnie ran into Dr. Powers. What do you think? Can you put on an entertaining show with any of these guests as subjects?" Marnie asked. "So far I think everyone I’ve interacted with might make a good subject." "Well keep at it, you could get some business from some of them, I’m sure. I hope you are also having a good time." She said, hopefully. "Oh here is the Birthday Boy, Roger. Honey this is Dr. Powers. He will be giving you a surprise later." "Yes we’ve met. Welcome to the party. Can I freshen that up for you?" Roger said, as the two of them walked off to the bar. "Hey Mom, I think you are going to have to help us, we can’t keep up with the demand." Brenda said in passing. Marnie picked up a tray with rabbit food and dip, and started into the room. She found it a chance to be sociable without being stuck in one conversation too long. For those standing, it was no problem, but for those seated on the two couches facing each other, it was a different matter. She realized she had made a mistake, because she had to bend and hold the position while the guests chose the vegetables of their choice and dip them. Bending totally at the waist gave the guests seated on the other couch quite a view. Bending her knees and crouching looked unnatural. It was worse for the couple seated in front of the fireplace on the floor. They could get a view while she was standing or when she crouched down to serve them. When she was through with hors d’oeuvres, she switched to running drinks out to avoid the problem. At eight, she had planned to have Roger blow out his candles and make the first cut of his cake so the caterers could start planning to wind down their involvement. It was a jovial few minutes, because Roger and the guests were starting to get a little buzzed. Marnie carried the cake back into the kitchen for the caterers to cut and serve on plates. Roger followed to wash his hands of some icing. There at the back door knocking was Larcher. Roger went back to investigate. "Well, Walter from the office. Come on in. What brings you here?" "Hi Birthday Boy from the office." Larcher said, bringing a polite chuckle from the two of them. "I’m here to drop off something for your wife. A surprise for you, I suspect." As Roger walked Larcher into the kitchen, Larcher smiled as Marnie glared at him, sending daggers from her eyes as they passed her. "Honey, Walter, . . . It’s Walter right? Walter here has something for you." "Okay." She said suspiciously. "Hey Walter why don’t you stay and party a little." Roger invited, ignoring Marnie frantically shaking her head, mouthing "No!", and waving her hands from side to side to get his attention. "Well Sir, it looks like a costume party, and I really didn’t come prepared." "Nonsense. You are in your security uniform. With how diverse the costumes are here tonight, no one would be the wiser." "Well, I’ve got to figure what to do with my son Jeff in the car, and I’d only consider it if I can help out in some way." Larcher replied. "Why don’t you help me at the bar." Roger proposed. "Why don’t I take over the bar duties for you, so you can party." Larcher said. "Perfect." Marnie slumped her shoulders and looked totally defeated. Larcher turned and smiled at her as he went out to his car. In he came with a bag and his son Jeff. He took out fifty bucks and handed it to him telling him to take out the two girls for some fun, but to be back by eleven. Jeff went over to Brenda to invite them. Brenda and Susan were holding trays while the caterers were putting plates of cake, saucers of ice cream, and silverware on them. Brenda contorted her body so she could lean in and whisper to Susan, to tell her that it would be okay, that Jeff was empty upstairs, and they would have fun toying with him for a couple of hours. Jeff eagerly walked out with them into the dining room. They turned to tell him to wait for them there. He said, "What happens if I pull these?" while holding a hand on each of the pull ties. "Don’t you dare, Jeff Larcher." Brenda threatened. "You’d better hang on to those trays so you don’t ruin your mother’s oriental carpet here." He said, then with simultaneous pulls, he pulled the knots undone. The two girls let out a shocked "Oh!" in unison and surprise. He paused and laughed at his handiwork. The shirts were loose and unbuttoned, their breasts were not much exposed. Then he turned them toward the living room and goosed and pinched them as they danced and hopped away from him into the crowd, bobbling their breasts under their shirts and moving their shirttails aside. Before they could retreat, the guests that were near, started to reach for the cake and ice cream. They had to stand there with their breasts halfway exposed while the guests emptied heir trays. Brenda caught her dad’s eye who was trying to focus on the girls from across the room. "Quick Sue, we’ve got to get out of here fast." They turned, walked quickly into the dining room, leaned the trays upside the table, and retied their tops as they entered the kitchen. "Jeff you are really going to get it this time." Brenda said, angry and annoyed, trying her best not to laugh. Marnie went looking for Larcher who was getting an orientation from Roger at the bar. "You know, Sir, before I get started here, I’m going to have to use the rest room. Do you mind?" "No, of course not. Marnie here, can show you where it is." Roger volunteered. Marnie took Larcher to the downstairs guest bathroom. It was occupied and Tinkerbell was on deck. Marnie reluctantly took Larcher upstairs at his request. Instead of following her to the bathroom she wanted to lead him to, he detoured into what he thought was the master bedroom. When Marnie turned back to find him, she found him looking around her private space that she shared with Roger every night. "Please go. This is an important, once in a lifetime, evening for my husband. I’ve planned it for weeks. I’ve even hired a hypnotist to provide entertainment. You’re not going to fit in. If you ruin his Birthday, I’ll live to see you suffer some how. Please go away now." Marnie implored him. "This is your bedroom? This is your bed?" "Please go! I got you off already. Why are you doing this?" "You don’t know which package to give him yet. And, since you are being so ungrateful, I want you to take your bra off. But, because I am such a nice guy, I’m going to let you do it in the bathroom." While she was in the bathroom crying, pondering her fate, and removing her bra, Larcher placed a radio controlled camera on her armoire facing their bed. Then he pulled out some ropes from his bag. Marnie came back into the room, cradling her breasts in her arms, feeling naked, even with the sleeveless jersey on. "Get over here. I have a birthday present of my own for your husband." He said forcefully. "Stand up beside the bed here and spread’em." "What are you going to do?" "I’m getting you ready for my little Birthday present for good O’l Roger. Now bend over." Larcher tied her hands together, ran the two ends under the bed, around the foot and the head of the bed on the side she was standing against, then tied the ends to her ankles. This position held her bent forward over the side of the bed, with her knees locked against the side and her legs spread wide. If she pulled on her hands, it spread her legs. If she pulled her legs together, it pulled her over tighter across the bed. Larcher pulled her skirt up and commented on the flower petals of her vulva. Then he looked around and found some Vaseline, took a dollop, and placed it in and around her anus. "Hey you gave me a choice." Marnie protested. "It’s not for me, Missy." Larcher retorted, then he put a gag in her mouth. He started fingering her open pussy. Marnie tried to rise up in protest, but the position of her outstretched arms only allowed her to raise her head up and down, not turn it to the sides or shake it "No". "Hey I told you, ‘I always look out for you.’ You’ll thank me for helping you get ready." He said, as he slid out his nightstick and started to slowly use it to bring her close to climaxing. Then he pulled it out, wiped it on her skirt, and put it away. Marnie tried again to turn and see him, but she couldn’t quite get her head around, besides he was now placing a sleeping mask over her eyes. He patted her gaping pussy a couple of times more and left her open and vulnerable to anyone who would happen by. Larcher returned to the bar. He set up a Watchman television under the counter and tested the signal from the bedroom. "I hope none of the neighbors happen to be switching through channel seven tonight." He thought humorously to himself. He looked around and figured out who the hypnotist was because he had no theme in his dress. Dr. Powers noticed him looking at him and walked over to talk to Larcher. When he got there, Larcher asked if he would watch the bar for him for a few minutes, because he wanted to get something to eat before the caterers were gone. When Larcher got to the kitchen, he found the three men all but done, just waiting patiently for their ride. "You know, the hostess has instructed me to tell you that she has a tip prepared for you upstairs in the master bedroom. There is one condition though. You can dally in any hole you want, but you must shoot in the rear most hole, if you get my meaning. The regular hole is for the Birthday Boy." Their eyes were wide. They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. "Oh, and be quick about it. Birthday Boy will be up shortly to have his present. He wouldn’t like it if he knew how much she was willing to spend on your tips." Larcher added. The three stole away upstairs swiftly but quietly. "This way." One pointed out, when he discovered Marnie’s exposed inverted "V" from her splayed position staring at him from the bed. The three squeezed in at the door to see. They were stunned. They couldn’t believe their luck. They approached cautiously, as if she could snare them. Then they gently stroked her legs and rear. "Nice legs." One remarked. "Nice butt!" "Look, I’ve never seen a completely shaved one." The others added. "This is great Miss. Thank you." One guy said as he stood between her legs, looking at her love zone, rubbing his cock through his pants. Marnie tried to move her head. All she could manage was an up and down. With her eyes covered from their view, they took it as "You’re welcome." One guy crawled on the bed next to her. "Look at this nice trim stomach. What’s this no bra? I could swear . . ." He recalled "Can we look at your breasts too?" Marnie tried to move again, but it could be interpreted as an enthusiastic "Yes" if you wanted it to be so. "Look guys, these are nice, so full and big. Lady you are blessed with a nice body." The guy to her side said. The third guy was now on the other side. "No, your husband, Birthday Boy, is blessed." He said. "Hey guys, she has tie down rings on her tits." The two guys at her sides started to play with her tits, in particular, her nipples and her new rings, flipping them around, while the first guy pulled down his pants and started to rub his shaft along her mons Veneris and lower belly. Then he slid it in her pussy for some moaning and groaning. Marnie thought to herself, "I wanted to take these guys on, but not like this. Well okay boys, just don’t leave me hanging for god’s sakes." Just as she decided to get into it, he pulled out and worked it painfully into her rear. Within a few short strokes, he was shooting his warm deposit into her rectum. When he was through, he went to recover, taking the place of the guy on her right on the bed. The second guy stood and admired the well toned legs and rear Marnie presented. "Boy this is a real nice butt. I bet it likes to be spanked." Marnie’s head reared up again. "Boy she is into everything." Then he started to mildly spank on a cheek a few times, then on the other. He was pausing occasionally to watch the color change and the flesh wobble. He was working his way down her legs when the third guy piped up, "Com’on Man, we’ve got to get out of here before Birthday Boy shows up for his present." The second guy took out his cock, at this insistence, and started to saw the underside up along the crack of Marnie’s ass cheeks to harden it before plunging in for the juice. He worked quickly at the third guy’s prodding, and pulled out just as Marnie was ready to cave into an orgasm. Then Marnie heard footsteps, but no one was talking. The owner, Vivian, was in the room casing out the situation. Marnie heard whispering, then a different kind of touch on her left breast and rosy rear. The second guy went back to sawing his cock in her crack and then poked it in her rear for his finale. Next there was waiting, while she heard rustling. She imagined that they were robbing her, until she felt a female hand tying shoestrings to her nipple rings. Then all at once there was someone lying next to her on her right, lying on their back. Someone was between the legs of this person and another was on the other side of the bed by outstretched arms. The third guy was at her vortex rubbing his cock up and down the inside of her inner legs at her pussy. Then the shoestrings went taut, and the third guy found a home for his cock in her snatch. He started riding her, holding on to the shoestrings as reigns, like he was guiding a buckboard during an Oklahoma land rush. Marnie realized it was the woman next to her, when her right hand went to cup Marnie’s right breast. One man was between her legs making her moan and the other was massaging her tits making her groan. The third guy inside Marnie was a good fuck, but the pain from the laces was enough to cut her efforts at cumming off at the pass. Unless he were to stop pulling on the laces right then, he would surely leave her hanging. He pulled out, like the others and deposited his frustration in her rear hole as well, leaving her itching for relief at both openings. Vivian came and put her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. They all quickly got dressed and slipped out of the house unnoticed. Meanwhile, Larcher had told Dr. Powers that he had instructions from the Hostess to start without her, as she was tied up for awhile. "She was hoping that you’d be able to put everyone under. Is that going to be possible?" "I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to do so, yes." Dr. Powers responded. "Great. Then for his Birthday, the women are to do a sensual number individually for Birthday Boy. He can get excited, but she wants him stuck so he can’t touch any of them. To keep the husbands from interfering, maybe you could figure out something for them. The point is, she wants him really primed for what she has in store for him later." Larcher instructed. "We can work something out I’m sure." Dr. Powers responded confidently. Dr. Powers put Roger under first. He entertained and distracted Roger’s guests by putting Roger through some typical parlor tricks to amuse and amaze them. While he had their rapt attention, he put them under as well. When everyone was sufficiently under for him to direct their behavior, he instructed the women to believe they were in a contest, that their husbands were their personal coaches, and that they wanted them to win very much. They were instructed to dance as seductively as possible in front of the Birthday Boy. They could do anything they wanted, but were not allowed to touch him. Anyone who made Roger cum, would be a winner. Then Roger was made to think he was super glued to his chair. Barbara was brought up first and she began a seductive imitation of a belly dance. George started cheering her on. "Com’on Honey, you can do it." He got up and pulled down Roger’s uniform shorts to his ankles. Then sat down to cheer his wife on some more. Then he got up again and pulled Roger’s briefs down as well. Barbara tried every move she could think of, including the slow removal of clothing at her husband’s insistence, until she was dancing, crawling, and undulating on the floor in front of Roger, masturbating and cumming, trying to get Roger to erupt. It was only with Dr. Powers’ assurance, that she would get another chance, that Barbara agreed to give up the floor for someone else to try. Larcher stopped watching Marnie and the caterers, and was now video taping the evening’s entertainment, but was careful not to tape when Dr. Powers was giving instructions. One by one, the wives tried their best to get Roger to cum. One by one, the husbands competitively cheered, barked instructions, and implored their wives to seduce Roger into climaxing without touching him. Each tried at first to act in character with their costume. It gave them a context to work from. Tinkerbell tried to will Roger to cum by sprinkling glitter on his erection and crotch. Husband Dan couldn’t help himself, and started to rub his crotch through his costume. Dr. Powers went with that and allowed each of the men to do what comes naturally, as long as, they didn’t cum until they were with their wives again at home. Roger looked to be in shock, when his sister-in-law, Sally, danced out of her pajama top, bra and then panties. Mary even hopped around like Cheetah, squatting her cunt open and flopping her breasts around Roger, as she hooped and squealed in his ears. Dee Dee danced the hula like she knew what she was doing. Husband Will came up behind her and pulled her panties down from under her grass skirt and she resumed after stepping out of them. The top of her coconut bra seemed to come undone on its own, and she helped it off the rest of the way by untying it in the back, letting her perky softball sized tits swim free. Betty danced down to just her silk scarf, which she partially squatted over, while sawing it across her clitoris. She came a couple of times in what appeared to be surprise orgasms, as she closed then opened her eyes, emitting soft feminine "Oooo’s" as she came in shudders. Each continued on her own rendition of what she thought would be sexy, with suggestions from her coach husband. Each came several times, and all looked exhausted at the point that Dr. Powers asked them to wait for another turn. The men were going nuts, being allowed to be turned on, but mentally prevented from cumming. Never was there a room filled with hornier people at one time. Dr. Powers took them all down deeper and had them rest a minute while he conferred with Larcher. They decided to have the men line up side by side. Then he had the wives stand in front of the man, besides her own husband, that she would most like to go out with, if she were not married. Dr. Powers had to add the caveat that it could not be Roger either. When three wanted Dan, he had them pick their second or third choice. Nobody seemed to pick Bob, so he convinced Barbara, who was slow in deciding, that he was really the man of her dreams. Next, he had the women help this man in front of them out of their costume. The men were then instructed to put on the costume of the husband whose wife stood before them. Then he had the women put back on the costume of the actual wife of the man they stood before. Finally, he had these new pairs cuddle with each other, while awaiting further instructions. Larcher asked him if he could keep them that way for fifteen minutes. "Okay, but only if I can get a copy of that tape." "You got it" Larcher responded and took Dr. Powers’ card. Then Larcher went upstairs. He stood at the door gazing at Marnie’s bound form. "I hope you saved some of that for the Birthday Boy." Then he went to the armoire and retrieved the radio camera, and put it in his bag. Marnie lowered herself as far as she could go on the bed to hide the nipple rings from Larcher’s view, sticking her rear out slightly more. Larcher went around to the front, took off the sleeping mask, and looked her in the eyes. Marnie looked up at him with a worried "What now" look. Then he took the gag out and put it in the bag. "Larcher, I’ve got to cum. Those men were so quick, and then they would put it in my rear. I bet you told them to do that." "Now, aren’t you glad I prepared you for them? I always look out for you, don’t I?" "God Larcher, I’ve got to cum bad. Untie me. I’ll do it myself." "That’s Roger’s job. He’ll be right up. Because I like you, I’ll check you for leaks back there." Larcher went around behind her and dabbed her with a Kleenex. Then he worked her up again till she was panting and forcing out occasional "Oooo’s" every few exhales. He patted her pussy a couple of times and said he would send up Birthday Boy. Then he put the green wrapped package in her mouth, saying, "Did you guess right?" Then he left. When he returned to the living room, Dr. Powers was waiting nervously. "We’ve got to send Birthday Boy up for his special Birthday present, and send this crowd on its way." Larcher directed. "I don’t want to be here when they come to." Dr. Powers insisted. "Well, can you do it so they all come around at the same time and not be here?" "Oh sure, but I’m going to have to ask you to say "One" when it is time." Dr. Powers had Roger get dressed and believe that he had thanked everyone and said good night. He gave him amnesia for why he was so horny. Before sending him upstairs, Larcher insisted that he be given the suggestion that he could try coming all he wanted in his wife’s cunt, but would come to realize that he can only cum in her rear hole. Then he was awakened and bounded up the stairs to his waiting bride. Dr. Powers started bringing the group back from trance, (Ten). He had them remember wishing Roger and Marnie good night, with appropriate "Thank yous" (Nine). But, they would not remember anything else from being under hypnosis, (Eight) nor why they were in a different costume, (Seven). They would all feel a need to go home right away, (Five). They would remember having a wonderful time, the best they have ever had, (Four). They would open their eyes and be fully awake when they heard the bartender’s voice say "One", (Three). They were now ready to open their eyes, (Two). And, he stopped and slipped out the door. Larcher had been setting up the radio camera on the dining room table aimed at the living room, with the Watchman in the kitchen. As he was tuning in the room to its best clarity, in walked Brenda, Susan, and Jeff. "What’s . . .?" Brenda started to ask. "Shhh. I’ll be right back." Larcher said, as he went through the dining room peeking into the living room and said, "One," forcefully, and ran back into the kitchen. All four heads squeezed in to watch. First Susan, then Brenda noticed that no one was in their original costume. Each couple looked at each other and blushed. Then they went pale, when they realized this new person with them was wearing their spouse’s costume. Then general panic set in when they each realized they were wearing someone else’s costume as well. Everyone was so embarrassed that they quickly sorted out who they were going home with and started heading for the door. Barbara and George were last to leave, and the quartet could tell they were looking around for Susan. "Sue you’d better go. I’ll call you tomorrow." Brenda coached. Susan met her parents in the dining room, and was heard to say as her voice faded, "What is going on . . . ?" "So Walter, did you have a hand in this? Like I need to ask." Brenda asked. "It was part of your mother’s entertainment planned for the evening. That’s all." He replied. "Now, why don’t the three of us go for some ice cream while your mother reenacts those boudoir pictures for your dad upstairs, shall we?" Comments welcomed: spunknwagnels@hotmail.com http://www.dejanews.com/home_ps.shtml Find with " Author(s):spunkn* " or ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/spunknwagnels Saved as "nwmd14.txt" -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----