8 comments/ 44295 views/ 7 favorites Four Wives By: Ashson "This, Joe, has to be one of your better ideas," purred Norma. "A couple of days in Surfers Paradise with nothing to worry about but enjoying ourselves." "Yeah, Norma, love," said Joe with a grin. I gotta admit that it's not bad here. I'll have to thank Andy about tipping me off about that long weekend special they had." "Well, Joe, if you're going to thank me, I'm right behind you," drawled a voice. Turning around Joe and Norma found themselves looking at a grinning Andy & Kelly. "Andy, Kelly," shouted Joe. "Fancy bumping into you here. Would you look at that, Norma? Andy and Kelly are here." Norma gritted her teeth and smiled. "I take it you decided to take the long weekend special as well?" she gently inquired. "Sure did," said Andy. "Too good a bargain to knock back, but I never expected to see you here." "Me neither," muttered Kelly. There was a sudden splash from the pool next to them. "Joe, Andy, is that you?" yelled a voice. "Bob," greeted Joe and Andy. "What are you doing here? Where's Trish?" "Right here," gritted Trish, climbing out of the pool where she had been unceremoniously dumped by Bob as he greeted his mates. "This is starting to be like home, isn't it?" She nodded to Norma and Kelly. "Here on the weekend special?" she asked, and received a couple of disgruntled nods. All three women could see their magic weekends fading away. "Isn't this great, Norma," yelled Joe. "We've got Andy and Kelly and Bob and Trish." "Yeah, it's great, Joe," said Norma. "It only needs Jack and Simone to complete the set and I do believe that's them over there, enjoying a drink at that table." "Jack, Simone," bellowed Joe. The startled pair looked up and Jack burst into a wide grin. "Joe, Andy, Bob! This is great. Now we'll really have a great weekend." "Geez, can you believe the luck, Norma. We all managed to get the weekend specials. Man, this is going to be great. Ah, listen, girls, we're just going to the pub for a celebratory drink and to make plans for the weekend. Why don't you lot just hang out here and see what the hotel had to offer." "Yes, Joe," said Norma. "A great idea. Just what I had planned for this weekend." "Knew you'd like it. We'll see you later." The four young women stood and watched as the men departed. "Great," said Trish. "A romantic weekend, minus the romance. Anything you lot want to do? Apart from strangling certain people that is?" "Well, ladies, seeing how you're feeling so disgruntled, I'd suggest that this would be an excellent time to visit the open-air Jacuzzi in the hotel's private yard," drawled a voice. "You'll find it totally relaxing and it will help soothe away those minor frustrations." The four young women turned as one to glare at the mere man who had dared to address them. They saw a young man in his twenties, possibly a couple of years older than them, but not much more. From his tan and casual dress, bathers and t-shirt, they promptly got the idea that he was a native to the Gold Coast, probably a hotel employee. "Before you yell at me," he said, giving them a boyish smile, "I'm Charles. I was serious about the Jacuzzi, you know. It's normally unused at this time of the day and the four of you could relax there while you plan your weekend." "Actually," Trish said, "he has a point. Why not relax while we try to come up with new plans?" The others looked at each other, shrugging. Why not, seemed to be the attitude. "Then if you three ladies care to wander back to your rooms to change into bathers, I can escort this young lady. . ." Raised eyebrows extracted the name "Trish" from her and Charles continued. "Trish, around to the Jacuzzi and show her the controls. She can have everything running by the time you get there." Another general shrug of acceptance and Norma, Simone and Kelly trotted off while Charles bowed Trish in the direction of the Jacuzzi. It was the middle of the morning and they were in the grounds of a good hotel. Trish had no reason to expect anything to be wrong with accepting a guide from someone she assumed was a hotel employee. They rounded a corner and were crossing through a small enclosed garden when Charles took Trish completely by surprise. A hand went to her back and she found herself being pressed firmly against a wall. Before she could protest her bikini pants were pushed down and she could feel Charles cock pressing against her. A swift movement pushed her legs apart and then Charles's cock was resting against her pussy, teasing it by rubbing back and forth along it. "Do you know what's going to happen now?" purred Charles. Trish swallowed, wetted her lips and whispered. "You're going to rape me?" "No such thing," said an indignant Charles. "I would never. I want you to say yes or no. I'll give you a few seconds to think it over. If you say no, I'll apologise for making what might have been a mistake, but if you say yes I will proceed to exercise you vigorously. But your answer will have to be final. You can't say no and then change your mind. And if you say yes it will be too late to change your mind." "He has got to be kidding," thought Trish. "Does he really expect me to say yes to having sex with a stranger?" She opened her mouth to give a categorical refusal and then gasped as her bikini strings loosened and her top fluttered away from her breasts. Not that anyone would see them, because Charles had them covered with his hands. Trish gasped and opened her mouth a second time to refuse, only to feel Charles cock dragging across her sensitive pussy, starting her juices flowing. She shook her head to clear it, dreadfully conscious of Charles's cock, so close to her entrance. "OK, yes," she gasped, and then froze, unable to believe that she'd said that. She also promptly found out what Charles had meant by saying it would be too late to change her mind. He'd changed the angle at which his cock had been rubbing against her and it was already pushing its way past her lips and into her. Charles drove in quickly. The little bit of foreplay that he had managed while waiting for Trish to decide had been sufficient to start her juices flowing and let him slip in relatively easily, but he knew he had to put in some fast work if he didn't want her changing her mind and trying to fight him off. Charles pushed home eagerly, squeezing Trish's breasts as he drove in. A retreat and another drive forward, this time rolling her nipples around the palms of his hand. With his next thrust, Charles knew he was safely home as he felt Trish rise to meet him, pushing back against him, eager to take him into her. With cooperation assured, Charles went to work, giving Trish his best, driving in hard, fast and often, teasing her breasts the entire time. Trish on her part was reacting enthusiastically to Charles, pushing hard to meet him and enjoying his mastery over her. She couldn't stop him now, even if she wanted to, and he was pounding into her unmercifully. She'd expected sex over the weekend, had been prepared for it, and this unexpected encounter was wildly exciting. She couldn't believe she was having sex with a man just minutes after meeting him, and outdoors in what was theoretically a public place. Charles could hear Trish squeaking and gasping as he drove into her, each thrust bringing a new squeak. They were moving together nicely now, with the pace slowly increasing. Charles fancied he could tell the point they were at by the frequency of Trish's squeaks and squeals. He could definitely tell when Trish started nearing her climax, as her squeaks were becoming louder, with excitement burning in them. He smiled to himself and started driving in even harder. Trish clenched her teeth together, trying to ensure that she wouldn't scream when she came. It most definitely would not do to have someone coming to investigate a woman's scream. Fancy being caught in this position? When the lightning struck her, Trish let out a hiss like an enraged snake, shuddering as she felt Charles coming inside her. She just went with it letting both her own and Charles's climaxes roll over her, finishing up leaning limply against the wall. Breathing hard, she was vaguely aware of her top being retied and the bottom half of her bathing costume being pulled back into position. She found that they were actually approaching the Jacuzzi before she knew that Charles had been guiding her there. Reaching the Jacuzzi, Trish slipped into the water, watching as Charles set the bubbles churning. She relaxed even more, the warm churning water soothing her nerves. Trish was a little surprised when Charles tossed off his shirt and slid into the Jacuzzi opposite her. He winked at her. "Plenty of room," he said, and I feel that it's my duty to make sure you all know how to use it the way Gold Coasters do." Before she could question him further on this odd statement the others showed up. They all slipped into the Jacuzzi and arrayed themselves either side of her. Norma raised one eye brow and said "Charles?" Unsaid was the message, what are you doing in the Jacuzzi with us? Go away. "Charles," announced Trish, "said he's here to make sure we know how to use the Jacuzzi the way Gold Coasters do?" "Really?" said Norma. "I think we can handle it ourselves. I mean, how many ways are there to sit in a Jacuzzi?" "Two," said Charles. "The tourist way and the Gold Coast way. You use the tourist way." The women looked at each other. Charles was up to something, they just didn't know what. "I'll bite," said Kelly. "What's the difference?" "The Gold Coast way, women take their tops off," said Charles. "Lying bastard," thought Norma indignantly. "You just want to perv." Charles was grinning at them, daring them to challenge what he said. Once more, Kelly was the first to react. "Doesn't worry me," she announced. "I have excellent boobs." With that she shed her top and tossed it to the side of the Jacuzzi. Trish grinned and her top followed suit. He'd already had an eyeful of her breasts, after all. And a handful, come to that. Simone laughed. "Mine aren't too bad either," she announced, adding her top to the pile. The three of them turned to look at Norma. She looked back at them and sighed. "Mine are quite good, too, you know. It's just I'm not used to going topless." "Neither are we," pointed out Kelly. Ceding the point, Norma took off her top. "Did I mention that there's a penalty for the last one to take off her top?" asked Charles. The glare he got from Norma answered that. Trish giggled. "What's the penalty?" Charles indicated that Norma should stand, which she reluctantly did. Then, moving quickly while not seeming to, Charles reached over and tugged the bottom of her bathers down. Norma squealed and hastily covered her mound, not really sure that she believed what had just happened. Before she could reach to pull up the bottom of her bathers, Charles was throwing out a challenge to the others. "Your friend is nude. Any of you willing to match her?" Norma hesitated, finding herself reluctant to look like a fool, which she thought she might if any of the others took up the challenge. To her surprise, Trish did. "Nudity doesn't bother me," she said, sliding down her bathers. "We're all girls together." "Charles is female?" asked Simone. "Probably gay," said Trish airily, to Charles amusement. With the example of Trish and Norma before them, Kelly and Simone looked at each other. Kelly laughed, pushing her own bathers down, resulting in Simone shrugging and following suit. "Satisfied, Charles?" asked Kelly. "Does this mean that you'll now strip?" "If you insist," he said, standing and dropping his bathers. There was a hiss of air from someone. "Gay, did you say, Trish?" said Kelly, eyeing Charles with interest. "Maybe not," she said, looking aghast at the size of Charles undressed. She'd thought it the excitement of the illicit sex that had made him feel so big inside her. Apparently not. "As you can see, I'm in pain," said Charles. "Is one of you going to help me?" "What, you expect us to give you a blowjob or something," asked Norma, indignation plain in her voice. "Or something, preferably," murmured Charles, looking pointedly at Kelly, His eyes moving from her breasts to her clean shaven mound and back. The four women exchanged glances but stayed where they were. Sighing, Charles reached out and took Kelly by the arm. "I always have to do everything for myself," he lamented. Charles turned Kelly unto she was side-on to the others. A hand on her back and another on her tummy coaxed her to lean forward. Charles hand closed over her pussy, gently rubbing it. There was dead silence from the four women. Three not really believing what they were seeing and Kelly flatly denying that it was, even though she could feel Charles's hand massaging her. Charles stopped his massaging and he gently spread Kelly's lips, moving his cock forward until he was pressing against her. He looked at the three women staring at what he was doing. "Yes or no?" he asked. There was silence for a moment and then a nervous Simone muttered, "Go on, do it." This was promptly followed by a hissed "yes" from Trish and a startled "You're kidding. Right?" from Norma. "No, I'm not kidding," said Charles. "What's your vote?" "Who cares about their votes?" gasped Kelly. "Don't I get a say I this?" "Of course you do," said Charles. "But it's only fair that you know what the others think. You will note that none of them have said no. They want to see you ravished before their eyes. So how do you vote?" "What happens if I say no," she asked, acutely aware of just what was pressing against her pussy. And becoming even more aware of it as each moment passed. "If you say no," Charles explained, "I'll switch my intentions towards another of your little group and save you for later. Your name?" he asked, pointing at Norma. "She's Norma," said Trish. "Kelly is the one you currently have quivering at the end of your cock. And she's Simone." "Ah, good. Perhaps Norma would like to take your position if you say no." From the look on Norma's face, she'd rather die, but she managed to keep her mouth shut. She was, she found, curious to see if Kelly would really let a stranger take her. Not only take her, but take her while they were watching. She was not quivering, thought Kelly. Just a little nervous. And you would be too if you were bent over with a strange cock threatening your pussy. And a little curious, too, she had to admit. What would it be like to be just ravished in front of her friends by a stranger? "What did you mean, save me for later?" she suddenly asked. "Oh, I intend to take all four of you over this weekend," said Charles. "If I don't take you now then I'll get you next time. You need to answer the question, yes or no? If you don't answer I'll have to assume yes." "Even if I say yes, what the hell makes you think the other three will agree," grumbled Kelly. "Other two," murmured Charles. "Two?" thought Kelly. "Then that means. . . Bloody fast work on Trish's part." "The hell with it," she said. "That damn thing pressing against me has got me all worked up and I can't think straight. You might as well go for it and I'll see how shocked the others are." Charles started easing forward. The women watching could see him sliding into Kelly's pussy, but moving very slowly. From Kelly's point of view, she was prepared to curse him. She'd said yes but he was creeping in as though he was a burglar casing the joint. Why wasn't he striding in like the man of the house? Then Kelly remembered her initial impression of Charles once he'd dropped his bathers. OK. Slow but steady seemed like a good idea. She could already feel herself stretching, being forced to accommodate him. And he was still coming. How much more she wondered. Kelly threw an appealing look at the others. "God help me," she said. "How much more of him is there?" Simone smiled. "Don't worry, Kelly. We can see everything. The head of it is almost in and then he'll start with the main course." The three women giggled while Kelly abused them. Lying swine. He had to be nearly all in. She gasped as Charles continued to advance. Damn it all, there was such a thing as too much of a good thing and this was certainly heading in that direction. Finally he had stopped advancing. Kelly would have taken a deep breath in relief but was afraid that, if she did, she might burst. She was feeling decidedly filled up and tense. It seemed that Charles was satisfied that Kelly could contain him without any problems. Time to break the bad news to her. "By the way, ladies, we're on security camera here and if they check it the security types will be out to break up our little party, so you'll pardon me if I start moving along." Trish, Norma and Simone gave squeals of alarm and hurriedly dived for their bathers and scrambled into them. Kelly, on the other hand, found all thought of bathers driven from her mind as Charles started a fierce onslaught upon her yielding body. Charles drove into her hard, his hands clasped on her hips, helping to pull her towards him as he thrust into her. Kelly found she didn't need to respond and push herself against Charles's cock. He was managing her response as well as his own action. "Charles must," observed Trish, "be serious about the security. He certainly seems determined to get the job done in a hell of a hurry." Kelly could testify to that. She was a leaf in a gale, being slammed around with every gust, having no control over what was happening to her. Charles was taking her, her input was optional. She was squealing as he hammered her, excitement and lust raging inside her. Kelly squealed even louder when her climax hit her, writhing under the force of it. That pounding monster inside her drove out any semblance to a rational thought, leaving her standing there shaking, held in place by Charles's hands on her hips, with his cock as an additional prop. Charles withdrew carefully, lowering Kelly into the Jacuzzi. "Ah, you might like to help her on with her bikini and then get out of here," he said. "I wasn't kidding about the security cameras. I'll see you around," he added, looking pointedly at Simone and Norma. The girls hastily helped Kelly tidy herself up and, knowing good advice when they heard it, got out of there. "You don't really think Charles is going to come hunting for Norma and me, do you?" asked Simone. "And why not for you?" she added, looking at Trish. "He probably is," said Trish. "He seems a determined type. And he's already ravished me. Jumped me in the garden behind the hotel when he was supposed to be taking me around to the Jacuzzi." The girls took this with a pinch of salt. Jumped her in the garden, they were willing to accept. That Trish tried to defend her honour; that was open to debate but they were too polite to say so. -- - Their husbands came back from the pub at lunchtime and told the girls what they'd organised for the rest of the day. They were going fishing in motor yacht. They'd met a guy named Charles who had a boat. He was willing to take them out and he said the girls could come along. Charles said the girls wouldn't have to fish. They could sunbathe and he could arrange some below deck activities for them. After lunch the little group headed out. As they were leaving the hotel, the men in one small group and the women's group trailing behind, a page came hurrying up to the women. "Excuse me," he said quickly. "I have a message for you." "Yes?" said Norma. "Um, I was to tell you 'not in the Jacuzzi, please'. Ah, our security chief said you would know what he means." Four Wives Club Thompson Industrial Park, Three PM, Wednesday Roger Goodman smiled as he left the offices of his latest conquest. Stopping once more to look from the parking lot, his six-foot, two-inch frame positioned his eyes above all the cars. There must be two hundred of them, he thought. He looked back at the two story brick building he’d just bought, along with the business it housed, WebArchS. Goodman Enterprise was now truly an expanding force indeed. He had focused his personally founded tech support business on the small to mid-sized company, taking advantage of the diminishing justification for such companies to maintain their own full time staffs. Now he was leveraging his income and retained earnings to expand into programming software utilities for use in web hosting. WebArchS, an acronym in “dotcom” language for Web Architecture Software, was not yet profitable, but nearly so. The founder had lost his family over the last six years, due to his long hours and shortened temper, and was ready to cash in. This gave Roger a rather unique opportunity to offer the guy less money up front, and a healthy piece of the profits as they began to pour in. And pour in they would, for he already had a contract in hand, ready to sign, to deliver the company's utilities in mass to one of the largest integrators in the country. That one sale alone would not only cover the cost of WebArchS, but set the profit stream in motion for its future. Life was indeed grand at that moment. He smiled and thought perhaps he would go home and take the rest of the day off as his reward. His wife would sure love that, with all her complaining about their diminished social life. What did she expect? His long hours were critical to the growth of Goodman Enterprise, and here was an example of all that work paying off. The other guy was even less effective at staying home than he was, and he'd lost his business, fortunately for Roger and yes, his wife Jeanne too. She would just have to try a little harder to put up with his tardiness, in exchange for the payoff later - a retirement in luxury beyond her dreams. He smiled at the thought and got into his Navigator and headed home. Jeanne would be surprised. He hadn’t come home early in years, practically since he’d started the business. Surely between his consenting to try Viagra to hopefully rebuild his virility, and his promise to come home earlier, more often after the acquisition were assimilated, she would relax some of her pressure on him. This afternoon, he would fuck her brains out for the first time in months, and show her what for. He smiled again at the thought and pressed a little harder on the gas pedal. "Must be the Viagra," He thought. It better be, he'd been taking it for six months! 68 Seaward Lane, Three PM, Wednesday Jeanne Dalry Goodman, 42 years old and happy without children but not without sex, pulled the young hunk of meat down on her hard. "That's right, Baby, fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can!" The young stud, employed to take care of the modest yard they tried to keep as nice as others in their neighborhood, found this part of his job perhaps most difficult. As he raised his ass up from her body, pulling his average sized cock up with it, he thought about the next day and how he was going to juggle all this sex with his wife and family life all at the same time. Thinking of something else, was his way of extending the life of his erection, and the time to orgasm. The women seemed to love this, even need it to better enjoy their service. And that's about all it was anymore to Jerry, service. He'd learned early on in his business he would come across more desperate, lonely housewives than he'd ever imagined. He'd also learned that many of them would call him to appraise their job, only to lie to their husbands that Jerry had submitted the lowest bid, while sporting the greatest reputation. The reputation part was true. The portion of the bid for the yard service might also be low, but the "premium" service, an item he actually been talked into quoting on the bill, jacked the price up an extra fifty dollars per day of “work” per week. Though most of his clients had him by only once a week, realistic when considering their lawn’s need for mowing, some had had the nerve to have him over twice a week! They loved the arrangement for it gave them all a twinge of revenge in that they were actually getting their husbands to pay for their getting laid in lieu of fucking them themselves. Served them all right. The women involved in the scam in this particular neighborhood had a weekly “cards” gathering, all four of them, and gabbed about their stallion's accomplishments more than played cards. On some days, they literally played paper/scissors/rock to see who "won" the card game pot, with never cracking a deck, this silliness just to add texture to their stories. Unfortunately for the women, the fact that Jerry the gardener was so unenthused with his mandate, was exactly why he was wearing a cock cage and ball ring while he haphazardly pumped the pussy of his Wednesday afternoon appointment. Two weeks ago, the girls had all decided while surfing through a sex toy web site, to try the device and they ordered one, only one, for them all to use. They all agreed that sharing the toy, might enhance their experience appreciably, knowing the co-conspirators were also sharing their scent, and cum. If nothing else, it would enhance the performance of the diminishing Jerry. This being Wednesday, Jeanne was enjoying the thought of Jerry pleasing her with a cock cage on his shaft that had also been in another pussy the day before, Gina’s, and the day before that with Rita. Tomorrow, Ellen would get her chance to savor all of them, though much more in fantasy than reality, for the remnants of each were surely not even visible on the device. Nevertheless, it was the kind of game they'd been playing for the last couple months, and they hadn't tired of it yet. This device had been a good choice, especially given the rather blasé way that Jerry made love. Hell, Jeanne had thought as she felt him toy with her breasts, even his balls were small! Fortunately, the ridges of leather on the cock cage added some friction to the boy’s shaft that caught on the walls of a vagina to enhance the experience. The women were able to concentrate a bit more on that, than on the lack of skill in their lover. The one thing Jerry did bring to the bed was endurance. In that department, he couldn’t be beat. He would go and go and go until they asked him to stop. As Jeanne thought about it, she began to think of him more as a warmed up dildo than a man ravishing her body. Jeanne began to cum as the young gardener-cum-gigolo continued to pump her in his seemingly endless stamina. She knew this, the third of her orgasms this afternoon, could easily be followed by yet another if she felt like holding on. But… The only problem in all of this, besides the slight feelings of guilt the women had all shared, was that young Jerry was a moron, at least in bed. He had no imagination, fucked more like a robot than a virile twenty-three year old, and seemed to be totally disinterested in his conquests. He was a cock, a willing and commandable cock, but with little if any emotion beyond that. Already, the first rumblings of dissatisfaction with this lack of enthusiasm had surfaced at the last Friday "card game." Gina had brought it up in the form of a question to see if maybe she was experiencing something different than the others, but they all agreed the kid was little more than a slug with a prick, albeit a willing one their husbands would pay for through the lawn care bills. They'd decided not to try to change anything for now, but to more carefully choose their toys to compensate. Corner of Seaward Lane and Prospect, Three-Fifteen PM, Wednesday Roger turned the Navigator around the corner onto his street, and stopped. There was a strange truck in his driveway, one with a homebuilt trailer in tow, and ramps dropped from its rear. He considered this for a moment and realized, the gardener. Hmmmm, he thought. Maybe he should use the noise of the mower or clippers or whatever he was using to sneak into the house and surprise his wife completely! He parked two houses from his own and walked the sidewalk to his driveway. Keeping the gardener's trailer and car between him and the house, he worked his way back to the side, and then to the back of the house. There was no noise, and no gardener, but the kid could be anywhere, even next door where he also mowed the lawn, if he remembered correctly. As he rounded the rear of the house however, he did hear a noise, a noise that could only be his wife, and a noise she had never emitted before without him buried inside her. Though it had been some time since their last encounter, months even, he would never forget the sound of his wife's indication of satisfaction. And right now, that same noise told him she was being satisfied! 68 Seaward Lane, Guest Bedroom, Three Eighteen PM, Wednesday "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jeanne let out a kind of grunt with each throw of her orgasm, pulling him tighter each time, and fucking her hips up at him with each thrust. She noticed that Jerry still pumping after she'd finished, did not cum with her. Letting out one long sighing "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." she moved her hands up and down his back with her nails just scratching the surface of his skin. Maybe that would help, she thought, now more wrapped up in the challenge of making him cum. The gardener knew she had cum, for sure. He knew her sounds too by now. Jeanne was also the wettest of the group, and seemed to piss each time she let go. He could smell her rising from the heat between their bodies and this helped him drive on as the woman didn't seem to want to stop just yet. The wetness creeping down his inner thighs as it sought the seem where they pressed together, also helped him hold the all important erection his clients seemed to want more than his gardening skills. He kept the steady pace of pumping going. 68 Seaward Lane, Outside the Guest Room Window, Three Eighteen PM, Wednesday Roger was bouncing of the walls off astonishment, jealousy, anger and revenge. He didn't know where to land, only that it had to be hard. His wife was fucking the gardener in the spare bedroom on the first floor, with the fucking window open for the whole neighborhood to hear if they wanted! Hell, he thought as he watched their action, the pair of them deserve each other! He's lame and she's cheating! Roger didn't know whether to break in and bust the kid up, throw his wife out, or just get a camera and take the picture to his attorney. None of the options were good, and not a one would give her the payback she deserved. He rose on his toes and looked again to see them still pumping, still with no enthusiasm, and no excitement. Hell, he thought, if he'd been fucking around, he wouldn't do it for a static lay! He would sure go all out! If you were going to take all that risk, at least make it worth it! He looked again, just as he heard his wife say, "Ohhhhhh.. yes, Jerry. Keep that up forever." Roger saw the kid's head come up and his eyes roll back as if in boredom. Then he said, "Mrs. Goodman, you are the best of them all here. You last much longer than the others." He was obviously trying to complement her, but was having to really work to make it sound more impressive than it was. The kid was bored! Roger dropped down, digested what he'd heard, and rose again on his toes. "Now Jerry. You don't have to flatter me. I know we aren't exactly boiling here, but wait till next week. We have a surprise for you! Each of us is doing something different for the first time, and my toy, the last of the four to arrive, got here today. So next week's round will find you seeing all kinds of new things!" She was hoping more than anything to stir the lad up. After all, if she was going to be so low as to be unfaithful, she might as well get the most out of it! Roger couldn’t believe his ears. Not only was his wife part of a ring being unfaithful to their husbands, but they were conspiring in the process. They’d found their little sex toy and were sharing him! Despite the emotions raging through his heart, his mind continued to analyze and sort the data he was taking in, just as he handled his business, and most of the rest of his life. Jeanne was obviously happy or satisfied enough, with even this lifeless kid, to have the punk come back more than once. She’d joined, and probably led the bevy of ladies in their infidelity. They were meeting on Fridays, for chrissakes! They were choosing toys together! Comparing notes! This was no less than an organized ring of women conspiring to please themselves at the expense of their husbands and this kid. Then he thought, the kid was getting paid! Goddamnit!!! His own hard earned money was being used to pay this kid to mow the lawn, and service his wife on top, literally! Roger was no longer interested in watching his wife and lover. His mind was racing for solutions. In any situation where the pressure built like it was right now, he would fall back on his “B-School” training and divorce himself from the emotional forces that would not serve him. He would concentrate instead on the objective and practical possibilities, assess their likely outcomes, and choose the best result to decide on the course of action. In this case, he had assembled facts like the fact that there was a group of women involved, probably all from the neighborhood. They met on Friday’s. Each probably took their turn with the gardener at their own homes, and each on different days. He was sure the kid couldn’t perform such a long and lewd act for hours on one woman, only to head to another an hour later. An idea began to emerge from the mass of data he’d processed into information, and further enhance to become intelligent matter he could deal with. The women wanted sex and were not satisfied with whatever they were getting from their husbands. They loved to plan and scheme to manipulate the kid. They were willing, even eager to purchase new items to expand their envelop of experience. They were so confident in their secrecy, and the predictability of their husbands as to engage in their devious acts right at home. And they were willing to increase the risk so far as to manipulate the payment for their fun from their husbands. A plan was forming in his mind. He carefully stepped back from the window and walked back to his car, where he sat and thought some more. His next step was to articulate his goals. His wife was cheating on him, albeit with the excuse he was not adequately taking care of her himself. Oh sure, he thought, he wasn’t home until late each night, and then he was too exhausted to perform. It had been some time since they’d made love, a couple months? So he admitted he needed to correct his own performance first. Whatever the plan, it had to involve a much improved libido in him, and increased sexual attention to his wife. Next, he had to deal with his wife’s conspiring and the sharing of their sexual condition with others. He wasn’t too keen on the idea that other women knew his wife was unhappy with his sexual prowess, or lack thereof. He could correct the problem of sexual prowess, but the cat was out of the bag now in that the other three women, if no one else, already knew and you can’t take back that knowledge. Something had to be done there. Third, his wife and presumably the other women were all in need of, or at least desirous of more variety in their sexual satisfaction. They were planning and purchasing for a different kind of sex act each week, on top of talking it up with each other. That made the act a pretty damned important one for them. Finally, they were getting off on the risk, of that he was sure. There’s no way they would continue this behavior on such a regular basis if they weren’t. They probably hoped, deep down inside themselves, they’d get caught. Roger reflected on this for a moment, feeling a bit empathetic toward the women, including his wife. If they were so desperate for sexual satisfaction that they were willing risk the end of their marriages to bring the problem to a head, it had to be pretty important indeed. He felt a pang of guilt run up his spine. Had he really driven his wife to this kind of desperation? An idea flashed through his mind like lightening, passing so fast he nearly lost it. At first consideration, it seemed absurd. But as he thought about it more, and began to add and check details against his objectives, a smile formed on his face. He started the Navigator and turned it around, heading back to his office. Goodman Enterprise, Five PM, Wednesday Roger Goodman sat at his desk in a small private office. Until now, he’d not spent much time thinking about privacy, given he was seldom in one spot long enough to be able to use any if he had it. Now however, the ringing phone even bothered him, interrupting his planning for retribution at home, and beyond. “Goodman,” He answered into the receiver. As easy as it would have been, he never resorted to the speaker phone to answer a call. It just rubbed him the wrong way. “Roger, Jack Robinson,” It was the man whose business he’d just acquired, and who had insisted on not staying aboard to see his baby integrated into Goodman Enterprise. “Yes, Jack. How’s retirement?” He was smiling and spoke in a tone that could not be perceived as anything but envy. “Thanks for asking. That is what I’m calling about, Roger. I know how hard you worked to try and get me to stay on, and how insufferable I must have seemed in refusing you. But I have thought about it, and, well…” Roger was beaming. He wanted to help the guy eat his crow more comfortably and interrupted, “You’d like to reconsider?” The man seemed relieved. “Yes, thanks. I’ve been thinking and, well frankly, I am lost already! Just a couple hours with nothing to do and I am going nuts!” Roger chuckled lightly, reflecting on how he would probably not have lasted two hours in the same circumstances. Once entrepreneurship is in your life, it is forever in your blood. “Jack, I haven’t made any offers yet to anyone else, so why don’t you tell me what you would like, and I’ll try to work around it.” Jack Robinson was relieved, greatly. He described a normal day where he would probably by his own admission get twice as much done as an average executive employee would. Roger smiled, and suggested the problem would be making sure they kicked Jack out at five each day They agreed on some terms and Roger hung up the phone thinking how lucky he was. Not only did he buy the company cheaper because the founder refused to stay on, but now he had the founder staying on, and for less of a salary! He also allowed himself to note that this particular turn of events, gave him more time himself, to deal with the problem at home. Time to articulate his plan, make arrangements for what he needed, and execute. Jack would run the new place when he wasn’t around, and the existing business was due to learn how to get along without him from time to time anyway. The whole picture was shaping up. He reflected for a moment, if his plan worked at home as well as everything else today, this was going to be a turning point in his life, and a day he and others would never forget. 68 Seaward Lane, living room, One-oh-five PM, Friday Jeanne brought the tray of mini-pastries and iced tea to the coffee table within reach of all four ladies. They were dressed casually, two in sundresses and two in halter tops with short skirts, a concession to their enlightened state of mind. And they all had a package beside them where they sat. Had anyone walked in on them at that moment, there would be no question they all had something exciting on their minds for they were beaming smiles and each looking at each other’s packages. Four Wives Club “Alllll right!” Jeanne said as she finished serving the goodies. “Who’s going to start?” Rita was the first to raise her hand like a child and say, “Me! Me! Me!” The others looked at her, frowned in mock disappointment, and consented to let the sexy Latina go first. While they all watched as if she were going to reveal something crucial to all their lives, she pulled her package up on her lap and smiled at them all before beginning to part the packaging it had been sent to her in. Rita was voluptuous, petite in height, but just a little overweight, and with an hourglass for a body. Part of her weight was excusable for it was due to her enormous breasts, far too big for her frame. “Haven’t met a man who complained yet,” She would observe if anyone had ever said anything about them. Her hair was nearly deep red, with a shade of brown tinting it. It was long and wavy, not helping her much in the proportion department. It seemed to compete with her breasts to overwhelm her. She finally slipped the last of the wrapping off and produced a vacuum packed, gelled dildo of substantial proportions, nearly nine inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. Holding it up with a bright smile, she showed it to the others. “Ouuuuu,” Gina said, “So big! If only one of our men were that big!” They all giggled. Ellen said, “Are you kidding, Rita? How the hell are you going to get that into your pussy?” She was awestruck that the smallest of them all, was going to have the gardener shove that huge instrument into her. Jeanne echoed the consternation saying, “No way! You little thing you! You have to be kidding!” Rita looked around the room at her three best friends in the world and showed them all a devious grin. She had a surprise for them now, “It’s not for my pussy, ladies.” They all sat up straight and gasped in disbelief. “In Jerry’s, ass?” Jeanne asked first. Rita chuckled and said simply, “No.” Gina gasped, “You’re kidding! Are you going to suck on that thing while he is fucking you?” Rita repeated, “No.” All three of them were puzzled for a moment, and then all of them dropped their jaws at once. Rita saved them the energy of having to guess the only possible alternatie and said, “I have always wanted to get fucked by two men at once! I figure this will be the next best thing!” She waited for her friends to approve. They all laughed, shouted and “ouu’d” and “ahh’d” their comments. Jeanne summed them up pretty clearly, “I love it! OH! YES!” They all offered their congratulations on Rita’s choice and each had to feel the dildo. They’d agreed at the outset to share and share alike, possibly even sharing fantasies and toys at a later time. And now they were all agreeing they’d fantasized about being taken by two men at once. Jeanne admitted she’d be even happier with another guy in her mouth too! Once they’d calmed down, Jeanne asked, “Ok, who’s next?” Gina was too hot from her thoughts to miss this opportunity and was first to put her hand up and say, “Me!” They all agreed and she pulled her package up onto her lap. All the packages were shaped pretty similarly, except Jeanne’s. Hers was more than four feet long, and with a cross section about ten inches by five inches. One of the ladies had remarked as they were coming into the house that if that was a dildo inside, they were all going to run away! Gina slipped her item out of the packaging and threw the material on the floor. She held up the clear plastic, vacuum packed device and all could see clearly it was an eighteen inch double dong, about the same diameter as Rita’s dildo. She pulled the latex snake from its card and held it by one end while waving the other back and forth over the top. The ladies laughed at the delightful device and began to guess as to how Gina would use it. She was the tallest of them all, with short blond hair and small breasts and a rather slim body, and the long dong looked proportionate in her hands. But when Rita said, “Oh wow! You too?” Gina smiled and said, “In a way. I have always had this vision of me scissoring up with a guy, his, uh, cock in my ass, and his dong in my pussy.” Ellen looked at her puzzled. “His dong? I don’t get it. He fucks you with that?” The other three girls laughed at Ellen’s naiveté and Jeanne said, “Oh my! You mean to put one end in your pussy and the other in his ass?” The other ladies were awestruck at the imagery passing through their minds. Gina said, “Yup. We actually fuck each other!” Ellen was the first to comment now, “Oh YES! I never thought of that! You fuck the man! Oh my! That is so fitting! They deserved to get fucked! Just ask any of them! God Gina, I hope you make it hurt! Bad!” They had to put a hand or two on Ellen to calm her down! She was getting all excited with the idea of retribution. She’d had a bit of a rough time with her husband, a larger man who didn’t seem to realize he could hurt his wife easily. She lowered her eyes in blush when she realized how loud she’d been cheering the revenge Gina might get. Ellen didn’t wait to be picked to open her package next. She eagerly pulled her package, slightly larger than the first two, up on her lap, and ripped the paper off and held up a strap on dildo. Her grin as she slowly waved it in front of the other women was one of determination. Of the four of them, she was the least open and capable of carrying out their mutual fantasies. Ellen had been a prude all her life, and only began to realize there was more to life in bed than she’d had, when she started these meetings with her friends. Now she was determined to join them and as is often the case, she usually over compensated. When after three weekly visits from Jerry, she finally consented to have sex with him, she’d not only let him penetrate her, but she had jumped all over him. She’d been an animal, and if anyone of the four had come close to turning the gardener from a lump to a real hump, it had been her overly aggressive actions. But the others didn’t know about most of this, for she still had not broken through that inhibition, totally, and intimately sharing her sexual experiences with her friends. On this day however, she was trying. She flashed the strap on, its waist and crotch straps dangling from the triangular base, its proud and lengthy prick standing tall and pointing to the ceiling. Jeanne was the first to respond with something intelligible. They had all simply moaned in a combination of delight and surprise at the first sight of the thing. “Ellen! You are too much! My God!” Rita said, “Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuu… I want to borrow that! Hey! Maybe we should all trade our toys from week to week. That way we can all experience everything!” There were nods around the room, emitted from broad smiles in each. Gina said, “Hollllly shit! Ellen! You scoundrel, you! Now just how the hell are you going to use that thing? When Jerry comes to my place, he already has one of those!” The three women laughed aloud but this did not sway Ellen from her determined expression. “You’ve all complained about Jerry’s lack of, uh, enthusiasm. I’m going to light a fire in his butt!” The somewhat bold yet awkward way she stated her intentions, coupled with her image of being the prude in the group, drove the other three women to a unanimous “Whoaaaaaa!” They laughed and all began to shout their cheers and encouragement simultaneously, though none of them believed she’d be able to get the lump of meat they knew as Jerry to let her touch him with that massive plastic prick. When the laughter and encouraging cat calls waned, eyes began to search out the remaining participant, Jeanne, to demand she open her larger package. “Are you ready for this?” Jeanne asked as she stood and placed the large box on the coffee table. They got the impression she was asking the question more of herself, than of the others, as the usually confident woman was suddenly exhibiting signs of self-doubt. The room went silent as she began to peel away the shipping paper to reveal the plain, cardboard box within. All three women were on the edge of their seats, trying to peer inside the box when Jeanne reached inside, hesitated while she looked all around her friends, then pulled out a long piece of wood, like a broom stick, with what appeared to be a track running its full length and a couple foot long Velcro strips hanging off of each of two cars on that track. No one knew at first what it was, and Jeanne, unable to speak, thinking they might not approve of her own fantasy, finally mustered the nerve to spread her knees and hold the bar across them. All three at once gasped, “OH!” Jeanne froze, wondering if she’d gone too far. She was the one, after all, who’d been the driving force in their little sex club, the person who kept breaking the ice with new ideas and bolder and bolder plans. And though Ellen was suddenly showing some signs of truly “coming out” of her lifelong shell, they all still relied on Jeanne to show them the way. And now she wondered if she’d gone too far. Rita stood up and walked over to take the device from Jeanne. She held it up close to her face so she could read some writing on it, “Spreader Bar – 36 inches.” She read the script out loud, and continued, “Caution – Do not leave user unattended.” Rita looked at the rest of the women, all frozen in awe of what they were seeing for the first time, and said, “If it were my partner with this thing between their knees, there’s NO WAY I’d be leaving him unattended!” She laughed heartily at the comment and the rest of the women joined in heartily. Perhaps the happiest of all was Jeanne, sighing with relief and ecstatic that the group approved. Goodman Enterprise, Three PM, Friday Roger’s lower jaw finally rose to its mate and gave him a chance to wet his very dry mouth. He’d completely forgotten all his bodily functions as he watched his computer monitor and listened through his headset. The office door had been closed since just before one, and he’d left instructions with his secretary not to be disturbed, a request she’d never heard before. She’d also never seen the door closed before except perhaps in the case of an interview. Thursday morning, he’d gone to Radio Shack and purchased a few items. It had been a long time since he’d actually had his fingers in the guts of a computer, but he quickly recalled his techniques and immensely enjoyed the act of his preparations to execute his plan. Then he’d gone home, in the middle of the day no less, and waited until Jeanne left in her Audi to have her hair done and get the groceries for the weekend. It was an old habit and she’d never lost it. Roger was quick to mount the mini-camera in the fixture on the ceiling of their living room and connect it to his DSL line. His wife would never know it was on, for the simple reason she never used the DSL line. He’d reserved that for his office use. And now, since the meeting had begun at one pm, he’d been totally enthralled. Roger watched as the women finished their discussions with confirmations of times and days for their next trysts, and lots of encouragement and jokes about each other’s choice of “tools” for their next stretch of the envelope. While he watched, he couldn’t help but fantasize about being in the room when his wife got spreader bared and laid by the gardener. But to his stirring amazement, the fantasies came with the other women too! He listened on until they all left, and watched his silent wife return to the living room and clean up after their little party. He could hardly believe he was spying on her, and yet his hard on wasn’t going down with the cessation of chatter and show and tell. Jeanne had somehow taken on an entirely new aura about her, one of hidden, pent up sexual desire. Underneath that very familiar wifely figure, was a horny, sensual tigress plotting and planning her affair with a kid, fifteen years her junior. On next Thursday, if he didn’t do something to stop it, his wife Jeanne would be strapped to the spreader bar, tied, gagged, and fucked by the gardener until she was satiated. He had to do something! The big question was what? Should he go right home and confront her? Sue for divorce? Go after the gardener? While the bile in his stomach boiled in anger, he reflected suddenly on how patient she’d been with his incessant business attention. Hell, he thought, he hadn’t gotten any shit from her in a long time! So he would just get her to stop this madness with the gardener? And he knew not how long this was going on, or if it was with other men too, because he’d not been around to fulfill his half of the bargain. He began to think about all the times he’d been home at night with much more than enough time to eat dinner, which she’d always had ready for him. There were damn few occasions. In fact, the only one he could think of was one night he’d had to change for a client dinner they were both invited to, hardly a time to make love to his wife. The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself for what was happening. He felt like a heel, at least until the vision of the gardener laying atop his wife reappeared in his mind. Damnit! There had to be a right way to deal with this. Roger Goodman was up against one of the toughest problems he’d ever faced, if not the toughest. He’d think about it in favor of her, and then toss the whole thing out and swing back to his own benefit. This went on for sometime before he realized he was sitting there with a hard on, still. With a look around first to see if he was alone, which he obviously was, in his closed door office, he zipped down his fly and reached in under his jockey’s to pull out his stiff prick. It felt good to suddenly have it out, and to have it hard in his hand. There was a bit of a naughty feeling washing over him, knowing he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing. He looked at the window, as if to make sure no one was looking in, difficult as it would be to do on the second floor, and realized it was dark already. Again! He’d stayed at the office so late his wife would be alone once more. Through no fault of her own, he would be late, denying her his body and companionship, and thinking no doubt about her turn with the gardener next week. He raced out of the vacant building, zipping his fly on the run, and dashed through the parking lot to his car. On the way home, the analysis continued. When he stepped into the house, he didn’t smell dinner. For the first time, Jeanne had revolted and simply said from the living room where she was watching tv, “Make yourself a sandwich dear, the maid quit early tonight.” The humor was lost on Roger. Now he was pissed. This whole situation, which he didn’t even know existed before two days ago, was suddenly spinning out of control. He stomped into the kitchen, slapped a couple pieces of salami on some bread with a bit of mustard, and retired to his home office. He had to deal with this now, before their lives turned to shit. 68 Seaward Lane, living room, Six AM, Saturday “You’re not going into the office again honey.” Jeanne said through a half sleep. “No honey, I am not. At least not right now. I’m going out for some breakfast. I do have a few things to wrap up in paperwork on the new company, Jack Robinson actually wants to continue to run the show for awhile after all, and then I have a few errands to run. But tonight, for the first time in a long while, I am going to be home.” He was speaking as if he deserved some reward for this major concession. “Oh, that’s too bad dear,” She said, still half asleep. “I have a date tonight with Gina. We’re going to the movies. Something you wouldn’t want to see anyway.” She rolled over, away from him. That was it. The data he needed for a decision was in hand. He wasn’t taking another word or act into consideration. The gathering process ended on a bad note for Jeanne. Now he would make his decision. But first, he would leave the house, and go have a solid breakfast at the diner. Main Street and Elm, Six-Thirty AM, Saturday Roger propped his head in his hands, not bothering to look at the menu. He was sitting uncharacteristically at the counter, rather than a table where he would be attended to in the manor he had become accustomed. Instead, there was a familiar sensation going through his body, prompting him to form some kind of organization around his domestic problem, and a source of ideas to sort through and choose what made the most sense as a solution. “Coffee?” The older woman in the white apron asked, standing behind the counter with a Pyrex pot in her hand, cocked and ready to pour. “Huh? Oh, yes. Thanks.” Roger answered from a different place. The waitress poured a full cup for him and smiled at the familiar look. Here was a man with a problem, and no idea how to solve it, she thought. “Trouble?” She turned and put the pot back on the burner and turned as if to collect an order from the guy. Roger answered without thinking, “What? Yes. A problem. Four of them actually, but one of them is mine.” He picked up the cup and sipped the hot, black brew. “Four of them? That IS a problem,” The waitress said, leaning a hip against the counter as if settling in for the long haul. “Better take ‘em on one at a time…..” The waitress kept on talking, but Roger had heard what he needed to hear. “Take ‘em on one at a time.” The jolt of lightening through his body nearly caused him to jump from his seat. “That’s it!” He shouted in his mind. “Take them on, one at a time!” He looked up at the waitress and said, “Thank you! You are brilliant!” He was so excited he ordered a hearty breakfast and tipped the waitress the entire amount of the bill. When she realized what he’d done, she clicked her tongue against her teeth and stuffed the extra cash in her apron pocket with a smile. 444 Walton Avenue, 7:30 AM, Saturday Roger had used his PDA to check his online banking account to find out where his wife, had sent the gardener his check each month. The kid probably used his home as his office, Roger presumed, and he needed to find the son-of-a-bitch. His only concern now, as he walked up the outside stairway to the row of apartments on the second floor, was whether the young entrepreneur had already left for his busy Saturday jobs. “Can I help you?” The voice was young and sweet, a girl probably half his age. Could this be the gardener’s wife? Roger decided to find out, “Hi, excuse me, but is your husband home?” He was right, for she shouted back into the house, “Jerry? Someone here to see you.” The woman was smart enough to not yet let the stranger in, and wise enough to not show her agitation to her husband for telling his clients where he lived. “Yeah?” He was wearing ratty jeans and tucking in his clean, white T-shirt. He didn’t recognize his client, which was understandable. He hardly ever saw the male side of his clients’ families. It was always the wife and the kids. “Jerry, I’m Roger Goodman.” He noted the instant shock on the boy’s face. “Could I speak with you for a moment?” The boy looked back into the apartment to see if his wife was watching. She was not. This visit could only be bad. He knew he should have resisted the extra money and the older women in that crazy neighborhood scheme. Now it was going to hurt him badly. He looked back at Roger and said, “Uh, yeah. Uh, let’s go outside, ok?” He was pleading. Roger thought this was good. The kid had a weakness, the same weakness any husband had when he was on the verge of being exposed for his sins. Though he couldn’t see what the cute young wife of this philanderer saw in him sexually, for he was a noodle in bed, at lest with Jeanne. Roger assumed the guy was a hard working entrepreneur and bringing home the bacon – admittedly a point in the kid’s favor. Roger was too smart to let his emotions hold him for long, and too familiar with his wife to think it was the kid who’d started all this. He decided to cut the kid some slack, but not to tell him just yet. Four Wives Club “Jerry,” He said, putting an arm around the kid’s shoulder as they walked toward the kid’s truck out behind the building. “You fucked my wife, didn’t you?” The kid couldn’t look at the man. He hung his head in shame and said, “Yes.” He saw no reason to try and evade the inevitable. He didn’t know if the woman had confessed, or they’d been seen, or what. All he wanted to do now was keep it from his wife. This guy had displayed no sign of rage yet, and maybe there was a chance… “How many times?” He was impressed that the kid didn’t try to deny it, or even make excuses. That was good too, another point in the kid’s favor. The kid did look up at the man this time, “Five, no, six. This week was the sixth time, Mr. Goodman.” He had lain himself at the man’s feet. He was prepared to take it on the chin, just so long as his wife didn’t have to find out. He started to plead his case, but was interrupted. Roger looked at the kid and said, “Jerry, what gave you the thought that you could just walk into our lives and fuck all these women? How many other guys are paying you to fuck their wives, like I am?” His tone was hardening. Jerry was tense, wondering if this was a prelude to the man going off the handle. He decided to stay on the truth track and level with the guy, “Mr. Goodman, there’s no easy way to say this, and I’m not trying to justify what I’ve done, but those ladies, uh, well, they all propositioned me.” Roger asked, kind of expecting a particular answer, “Propositioned you?” “Yeah, well, blackmailed me is more like it, or extorted, or whatever the term is. They, well, your wife actually, told me that if I didn’t play with them, she would swear I attacked her in her room, and that the others would say they heard a fight and came to help her.” He bowed his head, waiting for the reaction. Roger knew the kid was telling the truth. He’d suspected this from the beginning and now it was out there. The women were willing, even the driving participants. His wife was extorting this kid to fuck her, and fuck all the others. The bloody bitches were taking matters into their own hands and correcting what they thought was wrong with their marriages. And they were using this not all that reluctant pawn in the process. It was obvious from Jerry’s performance in bed that he wasn’t “into” the act, and only going along to avoid the threat of exposure for something he didn’t do. “Goddamn!” He thought. His wife and the others, were in deep! This kid could go to the police and they could arm him with a mic and get incriminating evidence on his wife that could send her to jail, and Roger’s reputation to the shitter. She was risking everything! And the sad thing was, she didn’t even realize it! Roger couldn’t help but admit to himself that the problem originated with he and other husbands. It was their choice, not the wives’ or Jerry’s, not spending more time at home, romancing their wives. But that was at least legal! His wife was risking a huge scandal, one that involved several families, and one that could easily end in a civil suit with this kid walking away with everything they all had. Roger straightened as his mind cleared and his plan surfaced. The threads had been weaving for a couple days now, but they were suddenly all lined up and intersecting in an organized way. He knew what he wanted to do, and he needed some help. His tone with Jerry suddenly changed to one of co-conspirator. “Jerry, I’m mad at you, but I’m mad with you more. I also appreciate your being honest with me. You don’t know how many times in business… well, that’s another story. Ok, here’s what I have in mind….” On the phone, 11:15 AM, Saturday “Hello?” Rita answered, hearing her husband still in the garage, revving the engine in his 1967 Mustang. “Hi. It’s Jerry, your gardener.” He was looking at Roger sitting beside him in the man’s office, and listening in on a headset attached to the same phone. They’d just arrived, having spent the entire drive over rehearsing in Roger’s car. Rita recovered from the unexpected voice, and said, “Yes, Jerry, is there something wrong?” Just then her husband would walk through the door. She placed her hand over the receiver, or made it look that way, for she wanted the caller to hear her. “Oh, hi Dear. It’s the gardener.” Then back into the phone she asked, “Is there a problem, Jerry?” She smiled at her curious husband, and he continued on to the bathroom. A problem with the gardener was one thing he didn’t want to hear. “Yes, there’s a problem.” He stopped speaking again, as instructed. Rita was fidgety to say the least. Alternately looking at the bathroom door where her husband had disappeared, she asked in a whisper, “Jerry, can’t this wait until Monday? This is very inconvenient timing.” Roger smiled, envisioning how she must be covering the phone to keep her voice from reaching her husband. He nodded reassurance to Jerry. “No. It can’t wait. I am turning this thing around. When I get to your house on Monday morning, I better find you laying face down on your bed, dressed in your best bra and panties, and with a garter belt and stockings too. Have your toy of the week nearby. Do you understand that? That’s face down, not to one side, but your face buried in the pillow. I’m taking charge of our little sex game Rita, and not letting you bore me to death anymore.” He’d done it! He’d gotten the entire script out, just as Mr. Goodman had written it. He looked at the man for confirmation. Roger smiled at the lad and patted him on the shoulder. They waited a moment longer before hearing a whisper, “Well, yes, but…” And Roger depressed the ringer on the phone. He was smiling broadly and patted the kid on the back. “That was excellent, Jerry. Three more, and you are done, relieved of the whole mess, and the video’s I have will be destroyed. You will just have to trust me on that one.” He waited for Jerry to swallow hard, then nod his agreement. Jerry had no way of knowing if there was any video, but the women couldn’t be trusted to deny their relationship anyway. And besides, Mr. Goodman had obviously seen him with Mrs. Goodman, and that was enough threat to reckon with. He made the same call to the other three women. When they were done, Roger drove Jerry back to his apartment, and confirmed one last time some further arrangements between them. The boy was not comfortable, but he sure felt better with this conspiracy than getting put in the spotlight with angry husbands and maybe worse. He trusted this Roger Goodman, and hoped he’d be out of this whole affair soon. Jerry climbed the stairs to his apartment, excited to tell his wife they were going on an all expense paid trip to Vegas. 68 Seaward Lane, Master Bedroom Window, Ten AM, Monday Jeanne and the other two women, Gina and Ellen, crowded each other to see Jerry as he pulled up in his truck. It was just now time for that to happen, and the women wanted to see what had changed in the young man. Rita’s emergency call to each of them had been most intriguing. The truck pulled up as usual, and what they thought was Jerry stepped out, a back pack of some sort over his shoulder, and walked quickly up to the front door. He was wearing coveralls and a wide brimmed hat, so there was little they could see of him. The front door to Rita’s house was also hidden from view, as the window from which they were watching was further back along the side of the house. Minutes later, they all moaned in disappointment as the shade on the upstairs bedroom just across from them, where they knew Rita would be waiting, was drawn closed. 64 Seaward Lane, Foyer, Ten-Oh-One AM, Monday & Next Door to 68 Seaward Lane Roger closed and locked the front door and walked to the rear of the familiar house to do the same to the back door. He donned the leather mask he’d picked up along with a few other things at the sex shop on the other side of town. His rings were in his pocket along with his watch. Unless someone saw his face or heard his voice, it would be difficult to recognize him as not Jerry. He returned to the foyer and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. There was one last chance to end all this before it got started. He could walk right out of there now, exchange the truck for his car, and go back to his office and confront Jeanne alone later. He didn’t have to go through with this, this combined mission of retribution and self-satisfaction. But he didn’t want to back out. He still wanted what he wanted, and was prepared to go after it. He was going to exact his due from these women, and a little more. 64 Seaward Lane, Master Bedroom, Ten-Oh-Four AM, Monday Rita heard the footsteps in the house, but only discerned where they were coming from when she heard them mount the stairs. They were slow, but deliberate, and walked directly to her second floor master bedroom, where she’d met Jerry on several occasions already. He knew his way around, she thought. But what is he up to this time, she wondered. Rita also wondered if the others could still see her through the window. She heard footsteps enter her room, then the shade pulled, and then felt a depression on the bed. “Jerry” straddled her back and immediately applied something to her head, blinding all light from her eyes. He let her head back down, on its side now, and began to pull her hands behind her back. Rita was as titillated from this treatment as she was curious as to what had brought it on. She started to say something, when a ball gag was suddenly thrust in her mouth, and pulled tight in some kind of straps around her head. It was with more than a little anxiety she now lay there, her hands secured rather loosely behind her back, and blindfolded and gagged, with “Jerry” straddling her body. “Listen to me, very closely,” The whisper came from directly outside her ear. It didn’t sound at all like Jerry, but who sounded like themselves when they whispered anyway. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but something was wrong, and she was getting a little frightened. “Until now, you have been in charge. You threatened to expose me as a rapist if I didn’t do what you wanted, and frankly, all of you are pathetic lovers.” Roger hesitated, trying not to laugh. Rita was shocked. It WAS Jerry, but where did he get all this confidence…? Her thoughts were interrupted by more of the whispering, “It’s my turn now. You have put me in such a no win situation as to force me to give in, even join you. So now it’s my turn to have fun, my way.” He slapped her on the bare skin of her ass. Rita jerked to attention with the slap. It shocked her rather than hurt. It even sent a sensual electron or two between her legs. While she was on a fence with danger on one side and wanton pleasure on the other, she was willing to wait a little longer to see which it was going to be. The voice came back to her ear, “You did as I instructed, and that is good, for you. I see your little fantasy toy on the dresser too, which is good. And now, I want to know why that toy is so special.” He got up off the bed, and returned with the clear gelled, vibrating dildo. Roger touched it to Rita’s face, traced it around the side of her mouth that was up and exposed to him. He ran it down her cheek, then her neck, then dragged it over her back, down her spine, and down the crack of her ass to the seem between her thighs. He dragged it all the way down that seem to her ankles and then down over the bottom of one foot, prompting a jerky reaction to its touch. Then he brought it back up and retraced its path, mirrored where he could to the other side of her body Rita sighed a few times during this exercise. Roger was getting the lay of the land. He wanted to find out about her, what made her move, and what didn’t. He quickly learned that Rita, though sensitive to his and the dildo’s touch in certain areas, was quite insensitive in most. He noticed, as he dragged the device around her body, that her mouth was moving on her gag’s ball. It was full of holes, so she could breath, and that let her vocal cords at least emit sound. She was liking the dildo action, but much more so when he neared one of her entry points. Rita was undergoing a wave of sensations as the dildo was dragged around her body. She was amazed at her own reaction when it came close to her asshole, and revealed in clear terms her over sensitivity there. She wondered if “Jerry” had picked up on her movement’s correlation to the location of the dildo, and figured he had not. Roger turned Rita over on her back, pulling her semi-restricted hands out as far as they would go on the limiting strap between them. This let her be comfortable at least, and he wanted her comfortable for his plan. He then pulled his back pack close and began to work on her legs. Securing her ankles to the ties on her wrists, he was able to pull them up nearly to her ass, and to thus push her knees straight up. He then wrapped some very secure straps to her upper thighs, just below the clasps of the garter belt on her stockings, and secured a strap from them to her shoulders, using her own weight to hold her knees toward her head. Rita suddenly felt totally and frighteningly exposed. Her knees were up and almost reaching her chest, and her entire crack was open to anything he wanted to do. This fact was driven home by the next sensation, that of her dildo attempting to enter her pussy. Roger noted the gasp she took through the holes in the ball gag as he thrust the dildo through her pussy lips. It had no lubrication, nor did it need any for she was hot as hell for something, anything in that hole. Her chest relaxed with the satisfying fullness reaching into her, and she relaxed into the sensuality of being raped by her own toy. Her mind was suddenly wrenched from its relaxing state however, when she suddenly felt something pushing at her ass. It seemed huge, for it would not go in, certainly couldn’t, she thought, and would surely go away any second. But it did not. Instead, she felt a finger slip beside the pressured pushing object, and actually enter her ass. Rita was in a frightful state. With sensations of raw sexual penetration burrowing into her, she sensed she was about to be fucked by something larger than she had ever tried, and in the wrong hole! She tried to scream through the gag, but heard only wanton desire come out the other side. Roger greased the dildo plentifully with the KY-Jelly he’d brought, replaced his finger in her ass with it, and finally succeeded in getting the butt plug past its widest point, letting her relax her sphincter muscle on the considerably smaller groove. Rita knew all too well that her ass was now full. The plug made itself clearly known to her through the seemingly massive size and pressure it exerted on the rubbery walls of her chute. She wiggled involuntarily to prompt more contact and sensation, an act that Roger noted and smiled at. Rita was horny as ever now, and wanted these toys vibrating or otherwise moving in her body. The bed began to shift and sag around as “Jerry” apparently moved to her head. Rita thought, “Could he be…” Her question was soon answered. Just as the gag came off, he slipped his cock into her now stretched mouth. She nearly gagged on the boy’s meat, but was somewhat amazed it seemed a bit different than she’d thought. Perhaps because she’d had the gag in her mouth, she was able to feel a relative size difference that was less intrusive in her head. For whatever reason, it felt easier to take it in than she’d expected, and she began sucking on the shaft immediately. Roger began pumping Rita’s mouth with his cock. He too was getting lost in what was happening. He had his neighbor, his next door neighbor, tied up in her bed, and was fucking her in three holes at once. The thought sent him over the top and his orgasm came with loud moans and large spurts of cum, draining into Rita’s eager throat. She didn’t miss a drop, or say a thing until he was spent. Rita was at once disappointed in the early cum of “Jerry”, as usual, but pleased with the variety in their sex. He’d surprised her with the delicious multiple penetration, but he’d just cum too soon and if history was any teacher, he would now just want to leave, as he had on all occasions so far. She sucked once more on the shrinking cock in her mouth and waited for him to pull out and untie her. Roger was as disappointed in himself, as he was sure she was in him. He’d blasted his load down her throat with abandon, only to realize he’d cum so soon he’d embarrassed himself. Here was this beautiful woman below his gaze, lying naked accept for some very exotic lingerie, and fully opened to his whim. Instead of pulling his shriveling cock out of her mouth, he leaned forward and dropped his head to her crotch. Rita was shocked by the sudden attack of “Jerry’s” tongue on her clit. His softened cock was hardening again in her mouth while his mouth attacked her pussy around the stump of the dildo inserted there. Now THIS was what she was looking for! She immediately began to massage his cock with her mouth while grinding her hips up at his head to force her cunt inside him as far as she could. She felt his hands on her ass, pulling her up to him and kneading her flesh. She felt his tongue skirt around her pussy and travel to her ass, and begin to lick around the edge of the stuffed hole. She was writhing in ecstasy when she finally encountered one of her rare orgasms with a man instead of a toy. Roger was proud of himself, feeling once again a bit of those good old days when he could fuck and suck and party into the night. He hadn’t lost it all just yet. Sitting up a bit, but not removing his cock from Rita’s mouth, he noticed he was back to full bloom and ready to cum again! This brought a smile to his face and he began to swirl the dildo and butt plug in Rita’s groin around in circles. She responded quickly with more gyrations of her hips, in opposite direction to the devices in her body, to accentuate the motion. She was in her most precious state, penetrated in all three holes, like never before, and passed a first orgasm and quickly traveling toward a second. Only once before had she managed to get beyond this state, and she suddenly shivered with the thought of what would happen if she did succeed to the next step. Roger was smiling. He could feel Rita stirring again beneath him. She was sucking hard on his cock, attempting to devour him. Her hips were in motion, fucking the toys and humping up at his hand on her clit. He pinched the little nub between his thumb and forefinger and almost laughed as she jerked beneath him, reacting to his every touch now. Suddenly, she bucked up hard at him, and yelled around his cock. She was undergoing a much more intense orgasm than even the first only a few minutes ago. He was almost frightened for her safety as she violently humped his hand and the toys, and gobbled on his shaft. Rita was beyond the point of no return. She could cum now in ever shorter periods of time, and with ever increasing intensity. She knew her body well enough to know exactly what was happening. It was like a forest fire creating its own wind to fan the flames. Her body was jerking involuntarily, augmenting every touch and sensation it was receiving. The sensations from the toys in her cunt and ass were being further aggravated by this reborn gardener, pushing her to new heights of orgasmic delight. She was breathing like a bull in heat, pushing his cock out of the way with her tongue to suck in huge gobs of air as her body attempted to consume him and the toys. Roger felt like an animal under attack, with no other option but to attack back. Rita was jumping off the bed at him, pulling him down and trying to envelope him. He thought about loosening her hands in sympathy, but thought better of that when he considered she might just tear him apart. He fell into her rhythm instead, and began to pump his second load of cum down her throat.