0 comments/ 90782 views/ 1 favorites Forgetful By: shayexhibits It was a hectic day for me in the office that day, as being a paralegal isn't much fun most of the time, with attorneys always knit picking about this and that, I was glad to be home. Knowing I had the house to myself, my hub was out of town for business, I started stripping out of my clothes, just as the door closed. I had no more than gotten all my clothes off, when I heard the doorbell. Damn it! Who could it be? I grabbed a large shirt from the dresser and went to see who it was. Peering through the peep hole, I saw it was my neighbors son. His last year in school had been a difficult one and he was repeating his senior year, great to look at but his young 18 year old mind was as dumb as they come. He had been taking care of our yard to earn some extra money and was in fact suppose to be doing it today, I had forgot. Not thinking, I swung open the door, to see his eyes nearly pop out of his head. I follewd his gazed and realized the shirt I had chosen, had a rip in it, and you could see my pussy shining through it. I love showing my body but it did embarrass me a bit. I quickly pulled the fabric together and asked him what he needed. " I have to cancel today" he said as he was eyeing my body from chest to toe, he never once looked at my face again after that. He explained he had a job interview and would have to cancel doing our yard today, but wanted to know if he could get paid for it any way and that he would do double good next time. Like I said, not real smart, but what the hell. "Sure, come on in, I'll get you some money" I said as I turned back into the house. I could feel his eyes burning into my ass as I walked and now I was getting that feeling in my stomach. I know he has peeped on me over the years, but I had never let him see me so close. I wonder if I should....as I looked over my shoulder at him staring at my ass, I thought, what could it hurt? "Sit down and I'll see if I have some cash" I told him racking my brain at how I could do this. "Would you like something cold to drink?" I asked still buying some time. "Sure, anything is good with me" he responded. I looked over my shoulder at him again and he was still staring, actually leaning forward off the couch to watch me walk to the kitchen. I don't think he ever saw me looking at him. I open the fridge and bent over letting my shirt raise, giving him a nice view of the under side of my ass. Like i said, this shirt is long, about half way to my knees. I heard his knees hit the flor as he fell off the couch. I had to smile at that, I gave him a moment to get back up and turned closing the door. Thinking about how to be all nonchalant, it slipped my mind about the rip, so as I walked toward him his eyes were transfixed to my crotch area. It dawned on me then, our bar was directly across from him. I grabbed my purse and sat it on the bar, hoisting myself into a bar stool. "Come, sit over here while I dig" I told him, fumbling through my purse. He sat down at the other end of the bar facing me. Good, I let my legs open, allowing him to see my lips a little. I watch him out of the corner of my eye and could see him blatenly staring. "Now, here we go as I pulled some cash out." I said, as I let them open just a little further. "What do I get for this money, since you aren't doing our yard today?" I asked trying to get his attention. "Brandon?" snapping my fingers his eyes finally came to mine, "What am I going to get for this money?" He then went into this long explaination that he surely rehearsed before coming over, about how he will do this and do that, cleaning our cars and the like, to make up for it. I sat the money down on the bar and looked at him, he had refixed his eyes on my pussy again, while he was talking. I got up and noticed his jeans were stretched to popping with his dick being so hard. "Well, let me think about it...." I was saying as I walked across the room. I then felt his arms reach around me, one hand cupping a breast quite hard and the other sank into my pussy. I started to wiggle and knew it was useless, this kid was strong, and besides, I didn't really want him to stop, and also, dumb or not, he wasn't going to rape me. Without saying a word, I let him feel me up, his hands were every where. He loosened up long enough to rip my shirt completly open. The force startled me but not in a bad way, did I really want him to fuck me? My head was spinning, and before I could make my mind up he bent me over the back of our sofa. In mere seconds he had his dick out and was pushing it inside me. He held me down with one hand and pulled my waist out far enough to get a better angle and then he drove home. He pumped at me fast, like young guys do, so fast I could hardly breathe. It was only a couple of minutes before he shot off into me, which was way too bad, I sure wanted more of that. He pulled away letting me catch my breath, and as I turned around he had his head lowered in shame. "Listen, the next time you do that, make it last a little longer, OK?" I said, in short breaths. He raised his head to see my smile and his face lit up. "Now, that was worth the money you asked for, I might have even thrown in a tip if you would have let me get off." I was saying as I got up to my feet. I gave him his money and kissed him on the cheek as he left. It was still very warm outside and I knew this great weather was about to come to a end. I still had to finish raking my lawn, so I just planned right there to do it myself and be done with it. After that who'd want to stay inside anyway, it was beautiful outside and I wanted to go out and enjoy it, or what was left of it anyway. I could see it soon would be dark outside with the days becoming shorter and didn't really want to waste anymore time. I went into my bedroom to find something to wear outside. I knew I could get away with my favorite cut-off t-shirt and my almost not there at all cut off shorts, but they were still in the clothes hamper, been too busy to wash, and I absolutely hate wearing something more than one time unless it's washed first. Joys of working for a living, I sure need to break down and hire a maid or something. Well anyway, I decided on the brand new metallic bikini I had just received in the mail that I ordered on-line from "www.be_a_slut.com." I didn't have to put on any tanning oil, as the sun was close to going down as I picked up a rake out of my garage to rake leaves for awhile. I sure love the cool autumn air this time of year. I had only just begun when a car pulled in to my driveway, and at first I couldn't see who it was because it was along side the house. Finally a couple came around the corner of the house, it was John and Julie, my good friends from across town. "Aren't you ready yet?" they asked, and it was then I remembered the three of us were going out to see a movie together since my hub was going to be out of town tonight. They reminded me of how forgetful I've been lately and I of course agreed, as I walked back to the garage to put the rake away. "Let me grab a quick shower and I will be ready before you know it" I told them. Looking back I noticed that both of them were admiring my thong bottomed ass as they walked along behind me and even though they've seen me in next to nothing many times, I still got a bit excited knowing they were enjoying the view. I quickly showered with a bathing cap on so I wouldn't have to do anything with my hair, dryed off, and walked from my master bath directly into my bedroom. I almost forgot they were here and nearly gave them a full view of my naked body, if it was only a couple of feet from my bathroom door and my bedroom one, they would have seen me for sure. It was a real problem deciding what to wear. Pam had on her very brief halter top and her new micro mini skirt she'd told me about, so I looked for something simular to wear. After finding the appropiate outfit, I walked into the living room where they were viewing the end of the early news. John remarked that he liked my outfit and Julie gave me a quick smirk and also said I looked very sexy in it. "You look really hot Julie," I told her and "I can't have you looking sexier than me you know" I added as I returned the look she had just shot me. After a moment of staring between us all went out to John's car since he'd offered to drive that evening. As we approached the outskirts of the business district suddenly Julie asked "Hey John, can we stop at one of these adult stores first, we have a lot of time before the movies start?" John looked my way asked if it would be o.k. with me, and that Julie had often wondered what those places look like inside so I said "sure, no problem." John pulled into the parking lot of one of the nicer looking places in the area and we all got out and went inside. I was surprised at all the racks of dirty magazines and porno video's stacked on shelves all over the place, and as I walked along, I got to a section with two ended rubber dildo's, vibraters of many colors and lengths, condoms, pipes and lotions and all sorts of things I'd never seen before and thats sad when I haven't seen it. For the most part the only customers were a bunch of seedy looking guys, most looked so unclean, except for a couple of business men apparently on their way home from work. I had tingle in my loins from all the stares they were giving me and Julie. It was as if they had never seen two attractive young women with cute outfits on like we had. One of the seedier ones really was getting off looking at my flat and very tanned tummy, and he stepped even closer when he saw the diamond in my belly button. "Did it hurt?" he asked me. "Did what hurt?" I asked, "you know, when they put that stone in your belly button." I told him that it did hurt a little bit, but not very long and he walked right up to me to feel the stone as if to think it would fall out if he touched it I guess. His touch was very gentle and John shot me a look, to see if I was alright I gave him a quick nod and let him feel, satisfied that it was there to stay he moved back and bit as if admiring my figure. "You got anything on under your skirt babe?" he asked me in a whisper. I looked around to see if anyone had heard him and he looked as well, "well I don't think it's any of your business if I do or do not actually but no, I don't." I responded. His eyes widened is surprise. "What about you sweet stuff?" he asked Julie as she walked up to us. "What you got on under your skirt?" Julie immediately began blushing profusely when she heard that. She looked around for John who was coming up behind the guy. Turning towards him she said in a low voice, "should I show him honey?" "It's up to you honey" I heard John saying. I was close enough to hear Julie whisper into John's ear that it would be fun to at least raise the skirt enough to show off her legs a bit for the dirty guy. Might I add here that Julie is sort of a "newbie" at flashing her goodies, but she's seen me doing it numerous times and even has begun buying sexier and more reveiling clothing to wear so she can show off better. I knew that Julie was excited about being asked to show off more of her young trim body, but just didn't know if she'd do it or not, and if she did, how far she'd go under the circumstances. I knew that the scrubby looking fellow probably never saw such sexy looking women in front of him especially in the adult store such as the appearance that Julie and I were providing him and that was with us doing nothing at all, just wearing very short and reveiling clothing. We both had bare midriffs, and next to nothing brief halter tops on. I found out later that Julie's skirt was only 14" from her waist to the hem, while I knew mine was 15" from my waist to hem. Lot's of skin showing for sure. Julie twirled around to face me, "what do you think?" she asked. I looked over her shoulder and looked directly at him behind her, I just nodded. She motioned for me to look down as she pulled her short skirt up to show me she was panti-less. I returned the favor by leaning in close and whispering in her ear that I hadn't worn any either. "What do think I should do?" she asked again. I told her to do what she felt like doing. "You know me" Julie went on to say, "I love showing myself off, but he's so dirty looking, look at him," "I know but do it if you want to, give him the surprise of his life." Julie turned back around and faced towards the dirty guy standing there, then quickly grapped the hem of her short skirt and pulled it slowly, ever so slowly upwards. I was standing off to one side and could see more and more of her long legs showing, then she quickly pulled the skirt up to her waist. I could see her hairy pussy from where I stood and so I know the guy was getting a good look. "I knew it," the dirty looking guy said loudly, "I knew you didn't have nuttin on under there." With that a small crowd gathered around to take a look. "Well, what do you think guys?" Julie asked them. " I think you look great." and the crowd all cheered in agreement. "In fact even better than those girls in the girly tapes." Pam did a little curtsy, and said "well thank you." Julie turned around and raised her skirt from behind allowing them to see her naked bare ass, then tugged her skirt down and we began walking further down an aisle. Julie asked John what's down that hallway and he said he thought that was were they showed video, a place where you can put in quarters and watch a video. "OH, can we see one before we leave?" she asked. "Go pick out something from the list over the cashiers counter" he said. Julie and I looked them over not knowing which one to pick so when the clerk asked which one we wanted to see I told him to just pick out anything he thought we might enjoy. He smiled and told us to go down to booth # 17, and just go in, put in the quarters and enjoy. "But where's the tape Julie asked him?", and the clerk said, "guess this must be all new to you isn't it, you just go down to the booth and I'll load if from here." So the three of us walked down the long hallway till we found booth # 17 and walked it. It wasn't a very big booth, but to my amazement it didn't smell like hell in there, like sperm or anything, it was a tangy organge smell. It did appear to be quite clean as well so the three of us squeezed inside closing the door behind us. John took out some quarters and put them into the slot and a movie started playing, it was called "Slut heaven". OH MY!!! were the words that immediately came to mind when I saw the title, and then it started playing. It was about two sexy gals and one guy and it began in a tiny booth much like the one we were in ourselves. Apparently the people in the video were very cozy with each other, as it wasn't long before the guy in the tape was kissing one of the women, and soon the other woman was kissing the woman also. I noticed Julie was kissing John at that point in time, and wondered if they'd expect me to do what was going on in the video. I wasn't so sure I didn't want to. Julie's back was towards me and I noticed that John's fingers were undoing her halter top, which soon burst free. He slid the thin material down her arms and then reached down and was slowly pulling her skirt slowing down over Pam's hips. His eyes were on the video the entire time and he was only doing what he saw was happening on the video screen. Then his hand came around behind her and ended up on her bare ass, but in touching her there, his hands were also on the front of my short skirt because of the cramped conditions in the booth. Her bare ass was so close to me and with his hands behind her, I didn't notice at first when he was opening the buttons on my skirt. Julie was pushing back, pushing her ass against the front of my hips and apparently when she moved forward , he took the opportunity to open all the buttons on my skirt, even the top one. It sounds funny but they are just small snaps. I suddenly felt my skirt sliding down over my hips,past my knees and then down on top of my feet. Julie was whispering into John's ear, and I heard her whisper, "did you do it?" he answered with a quiet "yes, it's off now." I felt Julie immediately backing up towards me and bumping her bare ass against my pussy. I had absolutely no place to go with my hands other than to move them forward and around in front of her. I felt devilish as I moved my hands down over her naked hips and thighs bringing them around and between her legs where I began stroking her soft inner thighs. I hear her begining to groan softly then as she felt my hands on her body. It was getting extremely hot in that tiny cramped booth, as I glanced over to see what was happening on the tiny video screen which then was showing both gals completely naked with the naked guy in the booth with them. I slowly raised my hands, bringing them up over Julie's flat tummy, moving slowly even higher, feeling her ribs under my hands, till suddenly I felt the lower portion of her naked breasts. I moved my hands up still further and cupped each of her breasts in each of my hands. I began squeezing them, and then rolling her nipples back and forth between my fingers, they were becoming very very erect by this time. Then it happened!!!!!!!!!! I felt something or someone behind me. It was impossible for someone to have walked into the tiny cramped booth. There was no room for us, to say nothing of someone else. I reached behind myself, wondering what could be touching me on my bare ass. I was shocked when my hand felt this huge cock poking at me from behind. Then I felt it again and heard a voice, it was my hubby Mike! He was in the next booth, I found out later his business was cancelled and saw us pull into the store and followed us in. I relaxed knowing it was his hard cock that I had previously touched. He was pushing it against my ass cheeks once again, I knew he wanted to screw me from behind and through that small hole between the booths. I felt devilish at that moment, thinking 'what if I could get Julie to turn around and be in the position I was in, while I'd be in front of John in place of her'. I leaned between them and and asked John if we could exchange places, I made something up, telling him, I wanted to see what it would feel like standing in front of him naked and feeling his hands on my naked breasts. John said quickly "sure, you and Julie exchange places." Being the naughty girl I am I neglected to tell either of them that Mike was on the other side of the hole between the booths, and even Mike wouldn't know that instead of me on the other side of the hole, it would be Julie there instead. Julie and I slowly moved around in the cramped booth, till she stood where I had been, and I was where she had stood. Turning around to face her, I raised my arms a bit so that John could move his hand and arms up from under my arms to fool around with my breasts. I knew he'd love doing that, as he sure seemed to enjoy taking peeks at my cleavage and more when-ever I'd move in certain ways for him to see more. Julie and I were face to face now, and I could feel the hair of her pussy mixing in with my sparce growth of pussy hair. We both moved around a bit, teasingly grinding our pussies together. Bare skin upon bare skin, bare breasts against bare breasts, seperated only my John's hands. Then I saw a astonished look on Julie's face. I looked down a bit and noticed she had moved one hand around in back of herself. Apparently she had just felt this very hard prick jabbing at her backside, between her ass cheeks. Julie whispered at me, "someone has his hard cock sticking through the hole in the wall behind me, what should I do?" "What you feel like doing Pam, I told her." "Why not make believe it's Mike's cock" I told her. She reached around behind herself with both hands and I knew she was spreading herself for what-ever was to come, in this case the monsterous cock. I hadn't told her yet that it was Mike, but many times she'd told me she'd love to feel his 10" buried inside of her. Forgetful Maid It was Helen's turn to drive to the party and she was telling him about several weeks of hypnotherapy that helped her stop smoking. It had been a complete cure and thought he would be pleased. It had been a mistake telling her husband though. Nigel became angry seeing it as deceit. He thought it was a deceit but it certainly wasn't her opinion of the situation. It was just his pride that had been dented. He already resented her position as managing director of her late fathers company and this revelation was yet another slight to his pride. She had grown up with a powerful father and still felt a man should make the decisions but that didn't happen between them. In his opinion he was a natural leader but he wasn't tough, or at least as ruthless as her father. Helen wasn't looking forward to his company's gathering. It was a large international corporation with too many self important pompous people on its staff. Not only that, he had been spending all hours working at gaining a promotion until she felt neglected. Why didn't they stay home and spend some time together? She knew the answer to that before it was asked. He needed to be there to mingle and be seen as a company man. He wanted promotion to prove something to her. Perhaps that's why she revealed the little secret on the drive to the party, knowing it would annoy him. She was twenty-nine and attractive so why did she have to make so much effort to attract him? He was seven years older than her and was taking an attractive young wife for granted. In an attempt to placate him she suggested he could trigger the hypnosis tonight after the party. All he had to do was say the phrase and she would be his to command. It was said partly to appease him but mostly to regain his interest. Saying it with a saucy wink she thought to bring him out of the fractious mood. Taking his silence for approval of the idea she assumed he was thinking it through so gave him some encouragement. She quietly mentioned it would be possible for her to leave off inhibitions and so do what ever he wanted. She told him the phrase mistakenly thinking he too had a naughty image of them together in the bedroom. As the words left her lips she began to feel a flutter within at the idea of him using her in the bedroom for his own gratification. He could use her to fulfil his fantasies while she was under his complete control. The thought left her with a buzz of excitement. Nigel had been thinking about her state of weakness but not in the same way she had. "You fool, are you a complete idiot? Why did you let some stranger hypnotise you?" He seethed, trying not to shout but the anger was plainly there. His fists were clenched tight and he was almost shaking with anger. At the front door of the party he was in danger of being discovered ranting like a maniac. The door opened and he forced a smile at the maid. *** She was in no mood to make small talk with his colleagues who were neither friends, nor shared anything in common to become friends. Despite having a wealthy father she hadn't gained the confidence to attend such functions. Rather the strategy was to hide away in a corner avoiding everyone. Toward the end of the evening the boss decided everyone had to take a turn at providing the entertainment. One tiresome individual recited poetry while others warbled a song or danced or cracked corny jokes. Nigel's party piece however was well received. He whispered into Helen's ear taking her by complete surprise, leaving her standing in a state of deep suggestion. At first everyone thought it a joke so he had to push a little further until they became impressed with his power over her. They laughed when she waddled around like a penguin and barked like a dog on all fours. They cheered when she juggled oranges almost making it to four in the air at once. For the finale they whooped when she raised her dress to become a Parisian Can-Can dancer. He thought it a laugh to see her performing silly pranks and asked someone in the small audience to suggest tricks for his victim to perform. At least this gentle humiliation had mollified him, putting him in a genial mood, as getting his own way always did. 'If my employees saw me like this I'd die of embarrassment.' She thought. *** Returning a drink from the bar Helen noticed a woman she knew from the company's last Christmas party. She remembered the two of them had danced rather close and it was all so obvious, yet he was too stupid to notice, she was after him. She was laughing at his lame jokes, flashing her eyes every time he looked into them and the hussy was pointing her breasts at him. She summed up the situation in the short time it took to squeeze through the crowd with his drink. Helen handed it to him and stood patiently waiting. When they arrived home Helen would make her husbands life hell. Listening to the braying laugh she thought perhaps he knew it too. It sounded hollow as though he weren't enjoying the party as much as he pretended. *** "You two put on a good show! Where did you learn to dance like that?" The woman asked. Helen took offence at the imperious tone as though such an act was beneath the woman. She remembered her name now, Margo that was it. Helen just stood there placidly ignoring her. "Have I said something wrong?"Margo asked. "She's still hypnotised." He said, breaking the stony silence. "So you really did hypnotise her, how impressive Nigel. Can I order her to do something? Will she fetch me a drink?" She gushed. "Of course she will." He beamed a silly grin. The stupid man, she just wants me out of the way. At least I don't have to make inane small talk with this witch. "Hang on a moment though I need to speak to William, I won't be long will you look after her till I get back? Helen you will obey Margo. So be a good girl and do as you're told." He commanded with authority, trying to impress the stuck-up witch. Helen was astonished at his callous behaviour. Being handed over to this flirty woman's care like a feeble pet was demeaning and she felt humiliated at being abandoned. If they ever owned a pet dog she would never put it into kennels after this. Margo turned to her flashing a bland smile unsure of what to do with her. They stood there in silence surrounded by the buzz of conversation. Helen just hoped the woman didn't take advantage of her vulnerable state. The last thing she wanted was this bitch making a fool of her. "Hi Margo, it's unlike you not to be with someone." Roger smiled and winked at Helen. Helen recognised him immediately he was her husbands rival for the position of Global Accounts director. He obviously missed the show as he didn't recognise her. Margo gave him an exaggerated look of boredom. "You should swap sides and join my campaign for the job and dump that loser. I'll make you my personal assistant." He said. Gaining nothing he turned to Helen. "Who's this beauty then?" He asked, with another saucy wink. "This is Nigel's wife." Margo said, with a smirk. It was probably the first sign of a genuine emotion all evening. He stuttered an apology telling her he was joking. "Don't worry Roger darling she is hypnotised and won't remember a thing. You can say what you like." Margo said. Breathing deeply Helen calmed herself. Keen to carry on in this state she told herself to listen and obey. It was repeated as a mantra pushing her into a deeper trance. With any luck she might learn some interesting little secrets while they thought she would be unable to remember what they said. "What do you mean? Oh I heard about that, Nigel put on a bit of a show." He said. "In fact you can do me a favour. Take her for a dance and keep her out of the way for a bit. Will you? If you help me out here I might help you in return. I'm not interested in him winning a place on the board. I could comfort him when he loses. I don't mind being a consolation prize." She said, laughing at Rogers's shocked expression. She turned to Helen and said. "Obey Roger. You will have a good time with him I'm sure. Go on, do as you're told." *** Roger told her to dance close and she did just that. On the crowded dance floor he gripped her bottom without being noticed, not that any one would care when the drinks had flowed so freely all evening. He watched her husband return to Margo and chuckled. It was immensely amusing to be holding the wife's bottom in both hands while Margo attempted to seduce poor Nigel. He looked through the crowd at Nigel looking around for his wife so Roger guided their steps to the opposite edge of the dance floor. A fast number came on so he took her hand to wend their way through the gyrating bodies. He took a key out of his jacket pocket. "Helen, take this and go to room one-eleven. I want you out of the way for a little while. You can surprise them at it if all goes well." His smirk was bad enough for her to have some sympathy for her husband. Despite the possibility he was going to be getting into bed with that woman she thought it unfair he should be caught by his rival jeopardising that job he craved for. If she was used in the trap it would be diabolical. Sitting on the edge of the bed she wondered what was going on; had her husband been seduced by Margo? It was so frustrating sitting there not knowing what was going on. The door opened on the plush hotel room and in walked Roger. "Let's have a good look at you then. Pull down the top of that dress." He told her, while leering at the deep cleavage. It was a surprise when her hands did exactly as ordered. It was a shock to see her large breasts spilled out into his hands. She had not realised how vulnerable she was, assuming there would have to be some resistance. Surely she wouldn't obey just anything he ordered. In a state of confusion she watched his hands hold both breasts up for a kiss to each nipple in turn. He was making a meal of them obviously enjoying this late supper, sucking and licking her breasts. In anguish she realised she both wanted to pull them out of his grasp and wanted to thrust them in his face. He whispered in her ear. "Now you can drop that dress." Both legs trembled threatening to bring her to her knees when the dress dropped around her ankles. She trembled from fear and lust combining into one feeling of overwhelming emotion. It was useless to resist yet it seemed wrong to be enjoying it so much. She was in her panties letting a near stranger suck on her breasts and it was turning her on. Her body was sending orders to her head to give in and take it. She was trembling with excitement, feeling wonderful intense sensations, more than she had for such a long time; but that was no excuse. His hand let go of a breast to be supported by a consuming suction from his mouth. The hand abandoned her breast for a more sensitive spot between her legs. He knew how to effectively fondle this too. He smoothly manipulated her while she obediently waited for the next instruction. When a thought managed to crawl through the white haze of emotion that fogged her brain, she knew she was helpless regardless of hypnosis. She was helpless from the very start of that intense onslaught upon her senses. As her legs gave way he guided her down. Had it been a whispered instruction or had her legs finally collapsed under her. He fed her hunger with his penis in her mouth. She had never attempted such a task before, although there had been some frantic discussions once in awhile with her husband. Told to lick and suck with gusto she did just that. The damn man was even skilful with instructions. With enthusiasm she sucked and nibbled upon his stout member, even licking his balls, which she thought must prove something as he hadn't ordered this delicacy. She felt him about to cum. The sack in her hand stiffened and his cock grew a little more in her mouth. Her mind rebelled yet her movements became more frantic with lust. She gripped tight his penis with her lips and tongue then sucked him dry. He lifted her onto the edge of the bed where she sat trembling. A little bit, just a small happening, was all she felt but it was an orgasm. She felt guilty and dirty. She knew his name but he was a stranger and she had committed this dreadful act betraying her husband. She wanted to cry and shout and hit him but just sat there. Calming herself she grasped at straws telling her self, 'At least he didn't take her down there.' He was telling her something but didn't want to know blanking the words, the room and especially him. It was all over so quickly it seemed like a dream, that it never happened. Perhaps that was a solution, to forget it, to push it out of mind. What had he told her? She couldn't remember and that suited her fine. She pulled the dress on and tidied herself up, straightened her hair then applied some make-up. 'What's that on my face? Damn! His cum dribbled onto my chin.' Disgusted at the thought of it she meant to wipe it away but couldn't. 'Damn the bastard! That must have been what he was ordering me to do. I can't wipe it away.' She wailed silently. A wave of disgust threatened to overwhelm her as they left the room. He led her discreetly down the stairs back into the heaving mass of bodies on the dance floor. She lowered her face knowing that disgusting mess was sticking to her chin. Heading toward her husband she cried inwardly at the shame of what was about to unfold. He stopped and turned to her and said. "Wipe the sperm off your face with a finger, onto your tongue but don't swallow it until I tell you." Helen continued the walk of shame to stand beside her husband. Margo was talking business with him managing to turn it into a flirting session. They studiously ignored everything about them including Helen and Roger. Obviously they had not made it to the bedroom though Margo looked as though this was still her intention. Helen wanted to drag him away from the witch and give him such a hard time he wouldn't dare speak to the witch but could only stand in silence. That she was unable to react and Margo knew it was a distinct disadvantage. Margo kept giving her little sly glances as though to say, 'Just watch, learn and weep, sweety'. Unknown to Margo her thoughts were far from chastising an errant husband, for all she could think about was her own betrayal. She stood there in that crowded room with another mans sperm in her mouth. She wanted to spit and scream. Waiting for permission to swallow it was adding insult to injury. The taste was salty and unfamiliar. She had the smell of his manhood in her nostrils and wanted to heave at the memory of sucking it into her mouth. At least he didn't deep throat her. An ironic laugh that threatened to spill into hysteria had to be caught and dealt with. The bastard had led her through the crowd back to her husband with a gob of his cum on her face. Making her wipe it onto her tongue was a revolting trick. The acrid salty taste was impossible to ignore. What the hell would Margo make of it if she found out? 'For pity's sake let me swallow your damn cum.' She whimpered. The very idea of begging a stranger to let her swallow his cum left her perilously close to breaking down. What could she do standing next to her husband? If she broke out of the hypnotic state she would surely react emotionally to this disgrace. Trying to remain calm she repeated over and over that she must wait on Rogers command. 'Be calm and obey Roger.' She repeated to herself. Her husband ignored Roger, asking. "Where have you been?" She couldn't speak properly with a string of sperm on her tongue and wondered what they would make of the lisp. Then it dawned on her she would have to tell them the truth. At least he didn't ask what have you been up to, but she was about to tell them she had been to Roger's room and that would raise their eyebrows. It would certainly distract him from wondering why she was lisping. Roger quickly interrupted. "I've been boring your wife with tales from my hobby Nigel, ornithology. The weather is so mild for this time of year, I think I saw summers first swallow." This last word he pronounced very clearly. They both looked at him as though he were mad. Helen was so desperately grateful to at last swallow his despicable fluid she forgot to answer. Her husband forgot about asking again for the explanation was so unexpected. "Good grief, a twitcher!" Nigel said. *** Roger steered the witch away with a firm grip on her elbow and the husband and wife stood, not unusually, quiet amongst the hubbub of voices. Both lost in their own thoughts she guessed his were about work and the strategy for winning the prized position of accounts director. Helen wondered if she would ever be the same again. It was certainly an experience. Each time someone joined them she couldn't help being afraid her husband might leave her with them. She spent the rest of the evening waiting for someone else to take advantage of this dreadful helpless state. What was most surprising was that it gave her a little thrill. To her relief Nigel led her over to their hosts and made his excuses. While he fetched their coats she had a terrible feeling. For an awful moment she thought he had left her there. She started to imagine men taking her one by one to room one-eleven to perform some sordid act. She wasn't very experienced or worldly wise but her imagination made up for it. Fortunately when he led her out to the car the chill night air covered the emotional shivering that overtook her. She had looked at complete strangers and felt them touching her and abusing her and had become excited. Perhaps that appalling experience had changed her and she would never be able to forget it. A small naughty part of her didn't want to. Once in the car he thought out how to bring her round. He didn't want to, knowing the trouble he was in, but had too much to drink to drive. He simply asked her what the procedure was. Although back to her normal self, as much as she ever would be, nothing was said on the drive home. Helen was relieved he too had nothing to say. Pretending to remember nothing of the evening she was grateful he was not in the mood to try her out that evening. One more visit to the therapist was needed to have that damned password changed. *** Next morning Helen arose late from her bed but even after a long deep sleep she felt unable to think straight. In the kitchen she found a quickly scribbled note. 'I've been called into the office.' "Another damn Saturday morning meeting!" She exclaimed. A feeling of loneliness swept over her. She shuddered at the memory of prancing around hypnotised before his colleagues and determined to forget about it. She would take on a well practised therapy, shopping. There didn't seem anything in the usual stores that took her fancy. Stopping for a coffee she was ready to give up. Thinking about last night a feeling of guilt overwhelmed her. Her husband had neglected her for months and when they finally went out together it had been to a damned business occasion. He had humiliated her before them all then spent the rest of the evening flirting with Margo. Even though it was the other way round it had been unpleasant to watch. She vaguely remembered dancing with someone and that's when the guilt kicked in. It hardly seemed fair but merely shrugged her shoulders, after all this was an excuse to shop. Helen decided to give him a treat after all. With a purpose resolved she strode out through the mall, a professional consumer. A makeover would be just perfect, she deserved some pampering. Sitting with a lemon tea she discussed styles with the beautician. A wave of vagueness came over her once more but the young woman seemed to know what was required.