15 comments/ 35715 views/ 3 favorites The Three Musketeers By: PTBzzzz From the start we were like the Three Musketeers, one for all and all for one. Then, sometimes we were more like the Three Stooges. Whichever we were; we were inseparable. The world considered us to be cousins. We were almost. Andi and Sandy were true cousins. I am Patrick. My mother married into the family after my father died in combat. Dad was a US Marine, and a damn good one according to the records. Toward the end of the war in Vietnam his platoon was on maneuvers out in the jungle somewhere. They were ambushed; I was 4 years old at the time. The entire group was eventually air lifted out of there, after about 2 days of fierce fighting and an insertion of the rest of their company to fight off the Viet Cong. They were alive when they left the battleground, but 3 guys succumbed to their wounds later on. Dad lived for a week and then his body gave out. He had time to dictate a couple of letters each to Mom and me. He did the best he could to sign them. We received the first set the day before the men came to the door looking for Mom. The second set arrived 3 days later. Both sets are family treasures. The originals started to wear so badly from the many times they were read, so we made a number of copies and put the originals away for special occasions. My first letter stated that when he came home there was a good chance he would never walk again. In my second letter he told me I was going to have to be the man in the family; I could not tarnish the family name, had to respect and support Mom and do as much as I could to help her. He told me I needed to finish school and most importantly needed to be a gentleman. A true gentleman always treated everybody with respect, especially women. He also said that I should always be strong and not let anyone walk all over us, but to be fair in all I do. Ron was Dad's best friend; he did what he could to make our lives easier. He had been the best man at their wedding, and had promised to look after us while Dad was gone. His 2 sisters were Maid of Honor and bridesmaid in the wedding. Dad's brother was the other groomsman. All 6 of them grew up on the same block; my grandma said "They were as thick as thieves." Andi was the daughter of Aunt Sue. She had strawberry red hair and the bluest eyes. Sandy was Aunt Bea's daughter. She had the lightest blond hair you ever saw, it was almost white. Andi, Sandy and I were all born in the same week. We grew up together and went through school together. About the only class I did not have with them was Gym. People learned very quickly that if you messed with one of us, you had to deal with all 3. I remember the day that Ron took me for a ride to the ice cream parlor, leaving Mom at home. As we ate our banana splits, it was my first; he told me how much he and Mom were in love. He realized that he could never replace Dad in our lives, but he cared for me like a son and would love to be in our lives. Ron then asked me for my permission to ask Mom to marry him. As much as I loved both of my parents, I was old enough to know Dad would not be back. I knew that Mom and I needed Ron in our lives. I told him he could ask her. The next thing he said almost floored me, "Would you do me the honor of being my best man?" I nodded yes. This was an awesome responsibility for a 9 year old boy. It was 4 months later that I became cousins with my best friends. Mom asked her mother to give her away like she did in her first wedding. Grandma said that she and I, both, gave her away. At the reception I was asked to speak as best man, I told how Mom, Ron and I missed my father very much. Ron had already been a father to me since Dad died, and he was welcome into our family. I was going to be glad to be a son and child again; Ron could be the man of the house. I got a standing ovation; later everyone told me that I made all 3 of my parents proud. Earlier I told you the how we 3 cousins were inseparable. We all tried dating other people but nothing seemed right when we did. It was while we were in high school that we figured we were all meant for each other. We started to date; sometimes there were 2 of us but most times all 3 went out. None of us thought it was strange; it was just the way it was. The first time we had sex they decided I should go out with Andi on Friday evening and Sandy on Saturday. Both of the girls got together during that week and had fun. The next weekend all 3 of us were together. We have since been together in as many combinations as you can imagine. We have never, ever needed anyone else. After graduation I wanted to go into the Marines, they both wanted to go to college. Andi was going into nursing; Sandy would be a physical therapist. I was going to work on electronics while in the Service. I graduated from basic training at the top of my company. The entire family came down for graduation. You should have seen the looks I got with those 2 beauties, one on each arm, after the ceremony. When I got back from liberty that evening the guys gave me all kinds of hell for not sharing. No, I was not sorry. After basic I was sent to electronics school, again I graduated top in my class. The next assignment was to Quantico, to start working on radios, computers and all kinds of electronics. One of the basic rules of being a Marine is that everybody is an infantryman first and everything else comes second. With that in mind our battalion was given notice that we were going to deploy to combat. We all got a chance to take leave if we wanted before deployment. I got to go home at the end of July. The Three Musketeers were together again for 20 days. We did everything together. At the end of our time we all cried when I had to leave. After we deployed I got letters every other day from Andi and Sandy, and a care package each week with so much stuff that I had to give most of it away. I wrote or emailed almost every day, one of them per day. They always shared the news with each other and some of it with the rest of the family. There were things they had to keep private. What can I tell you? About 5 months after we deployed we were on patrol, we walked into an ambush. I was in the middle of the squad. I would like to be able to say I was a hero that day, but I was taught not to lie. The first shot fired was an RPG, it hit the wall above and beside me and large chunks of what passes as masonry fell on me; putting me out of action. I have been told we were attacked by15 of them. Between the guys on the ground and the helicopter gunships they were all sent home to see their maker. I was knocked out and my left leg was broken in 3 spots. I woke up at the battalion medical tent. I was going to go home alive. It was a good thing that Mom was out of the house when the notification arrived. Ron found out all the information he could and called a family meeting to tell everyone at the same time. Wisely, the first thing he said was that I was going to live. Mom still fainted. When she was settled down he read all the information he had to them. At that time he knew more than I did. Ron told how I was bruised and battered and had a broken leg. I was being transferred to Germany and would be sent home within the week. I was going to be in the hospital at Quantico. After I settled in; Ron and Mom were allowed to see me. We had an hour to talk before I fell asleep on them. When I woke 4 hours later I heard Andi and Sandy talking to them in the hall. When they realized I was awake and Ron and Mom came back in to see me again. I asked why my loves had not come in; Ron said he needed to talk to me about them first. "Is there something wrong?" I almost screamed. Ron assured me they were fine, that they still loved only me and there was no real cause for concern other than my condition. Now, I was really confused. He and Mom moved together and the girls walked in behind them, all I could see was their heads and shoulders. Finally the girls walked around them and I saw all of them. My head swam as I saw them for the first time in almost 8 months. They were still the most beautiful women in the world. Then I saw what the secret was; their bellies were sticking out almost a foot. They were both pregnant. I could not speak, so Mom answered the question in my eyes. Yes, they are yours. We have known for 3 months, but had not told you because we wanted you to be able to concentrate on the tasks you had to do. They are both 8 months pregnant. Then Ron said he and Mom were going for a walk so the three of us could talk. Sandy was the first to speak; they were both on the pill. However, the batch the local pharmacy received was bad; they had been on the same batch for 2 months. Somehow the manufacturer put a wrong pill into the packaging, they were all placebos. The good news was that the pills should not have any effect on the babies. She had been for an ultrasound and Patrick Jr. was doing just fine. Andi spoke next. She said "You need to sit down" I told her I was already lying down as she giggled. What could possibly be that funny? She told me she was having twins, both were girls. Both were healthy and ready to come out any day. She calmly reached over and pushed my mouth closed. As usual they already had a plan for the 3 of us, make that 6 soon. Since Andi was due to deliver twins she would be the first to marry me. After 6 months she and I would divorce. When the divorce was final, Sandy and I would get married. At the end of another 6 months we would divorce. Then we would all have the same last name and would live together as one family. If other people did not like their plan, that was tough. My thought was "Who can argue with that kind of logic." Later that evening the Chaplain came around to see me. We talked about how life happens and that you can not help who you love. He told me in the eyes of a church what happened was wrong, but considering the enormity of the situation he did not have a better plan. He could set up the first marriage for 4 days later if I was agreeable. The ceremony was beautiful; Andi and Sandy pushed my wheelchair back down the aisle when it was over. Ron was my best man; Sandy was the Maid of Honor. Aunt Sue and her husband gave their daughter away over the phone. We all had dinner in my room. The next morning Andi started labor at about 10:30; Sandy started about noon. Patrick Jr. was born at 11:00 that evening. He had the blondest hair I have ever seen. At about 1 the next morning little Nora Emma was born, she was named after my mother and grandmother. 45 minutes later little Susan Beatrice was born. They both had strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. I had to stay in the hospital for another 3 weeks until my leg healed enough that I could put weight on it. Then I was allowed to move off base for 4 months until I was finished rehabilitation. I would not be able to return to combat, so I was medically discharged at 50% disability. To this day I have a slight limp, it is worse in rainy cold weather. The pharmaceutical company paid the government back for all the birth costs and gave us a nice monetary settlement. We were able to put away most of the money to put our children through college when they are ready. The rest was spent as a down payment on a house on the next block from all the parents. I found a job with a local electronic repair company fixing almost anything that comes in the door. When the owner retires in 5 years I will take it over. Andi and Sandy finished college and work at the local hospital in their respective fields. Each morning we dress the children up and hold a small parade down to the next block to the house of the grandparents that have duty that week. Andi wants to have 2 more children; Sandy would like at least 3 more. We are trying to do just that. I dearly love and cherish both of my lovers, and they love each other too. We do not say wives that could open a big can of worms. Hardly a night goes by that someone is not calling to the almighty in pleasure. It already looks like we have a new set of Three Musketeers ready to unleash on the town. There are some days you could argue they are more like the Three Stooges. The Three Musketeers Julie and Mae hated the transformation of their friend Rose. Before becoming a loud and obnoxious born again Christian Rose, Julie, and Mae had been a female version of the three musketeers. Now whenever the three got together Rose repeatedly complained about the "fallen" lifestyle of her friends. At first Julie and Mae were happy when she met Eric. He was handsome, well-spoken and very kind to Rose. They had no idea that he would turn their friend into zealot of supernova intensity. Rose had never been as daring or as wild as her two friends but the three made a perfect team. Mae was platinum blonde and knew all of the raunchiest jokes, Redheaded Julie knew exactly which clubs would be full of desirable men every time and sweet dark haired Rose's admiration and encouragement of the other two united them in a firm bond. Rose was the quiet one of the trio. Without her going clubbing with them Mae and Julie discovered that they liked each other less. They NEEDED Rose to balance each other out. It had been eighteen months now since Rose's very public conversion to her new faith and a year since she had married Eric. Out of politeness, the three had tried to maintain a friendship but things were frosty between them. Rose would content herself with only one drink if they went to a bar and now, instead of attracting guys with her bubbly personality whom May And Julie could then harpoon, she was a social iceberg. Men sensed that Rose was no fun so they avoided the girl's table. There was also, when Julie and Mae were honest with themselves, a great deal of jealousy. Both of them lusted after her husband. Eric was staggeringly handsome, very well off, and doted on Rose. He was as devout as Rose but he maintained a charming air about himself. Eric did not share his faith with anyone unless they asked him. When Eric did talk about his faith he was sincere and honest and inoffensive. Eric adored Rose but in private he admitted that he felt like he had created a Frankenstein monster. He encouraged Rose to be less obnoxious when sharing her faith but Rose did not seem to hear him. The girls were also jealous because Rose was the most beautiful of the trio. Clear blue eyes, model tall, with long lithe legs and a perfect frame. Her brown hair encircled a lovely heart shaped face and distinctive nose. It was Rose's looks that in the past had attracted men to the three girls when they were together. Rose was usually shyer then her friends so Julie and Mae ended up taking the choicest boys home. Julie had met Eric when she had been alone. For Mae and Julie, everything could still have worked out if Rose had not become so damn obnoxious. Mae had been raised Catholic but had fallen away, the last thing she wanted to hear were Rose's sermons. Julie had not been raised with any particular faith but found Rose's new outlook a total wet blanket. Mae and Julie had passed beyond sadness and confusion they wanted revenge. Rose needed to be taken down a peg or two immediately. Together Mae and Julie hatched a plan, the conspiracy warmed their hearts and brought them closer than they ever had been before. As Mae often said in another context, "It is GOOD to be bad!" For several months the two girls, especially Mae, kept in constant contact with Rose, gaining her confidence. Mae had even gone to a church service with Rose in her quest to butter her up. In return Rose began to spill out every detail of her life, Both Mae and Julie's ears perked up when they learned that Eric would soon be taking a business trip out of town. Having everything well planned, all they needed to was inform their confederates that "operation rose petal" was a go. It started innocently enough, "Rose," they said "Why don't we go out on Friday? I'm sure you don't want to spend the weekend all alone with Eric out of town. It will just be the three of us. We can chat about old times or anything else you want" The sincere sounding invitation was exactly what Rose wanted to hear. Eric's trip marked the first time they would be apart since their wedding. She knew that she would miss him dearly. Also she was feeling so much closer to Julie and especially Mae lately. Rose was not even bothered that the other girls wanted to meet at a bar. Rose had nothing against drinking, just drunkenness. She would limit herself to one or two drinks. With Eric out of town it would be fun to hang out with the other musketeers. Carefully selecting her wardrobe, Rose donned some black thigh high stockings, a modest skirt and a tight blouse. The skirt exposed a reasonable yet modest amount of leg and the blouse, while tight, did not have much exposed decolletage. Rose wanted to look fashionable without garnering unwanted advances from strange men. She knew that Mae and Julie would not show similar restraint but that didn't matter. Rose was completely content as a wife but she thought that a little flirting could not hurt. Eric was very good in most areas but Rose felt that he did not tell her that she was beautiful often enough to please her. Rose was a bit vain. A little a VERY little flirtation was as far as she was willing to go tonight to please her friends. Rose was not familiar with the where the trio was to meet. Her GPS led her to a place on the edge of town. The building itself looked very nice but the parking lot was seriously under lit. Rose squinted and noticed someone waving at her. Although the lot was too dark to pick out her features, Rose recognized the form as that of Julie. She was holding a spot for her between her own car and Mae's. Rose returned her friend's wave and slid her car into the spot. It was just outside the door. Rose was glad that she would not have to walk too far in the darkened parking lot. Julie greeted Rose with a kiss once she exited her car and led her into the bar. Mae was holding a booth very close to the entrance. The lights in the bar dimmed as the band began to play. The quartet was very loud but quite good. Rose took a good look at her friends, Mae and Julie were wearing sexy clothing but nothing like the revealing wardrobes they usually wore to bars. Perhaps they were not interested in male attention and really just wanted a nice time for the three of them. Rose was dissuaded of that notion when both Mae and Julie accepted offers to dance from two rather ordinary looking men. The third friend of the other men had asked Rose to dance. Only to make her friends happy Rose agreed to one dance. He was personable and earnest and polite He pleased Rose by calling her beautiful. Rose loved it when ANY man said that to her, she could not hear it often enough. The polite gent was as ordinary looking as his fellows. "Mae and Julie certainly didn't come to this place for the men." thought Rose to herself. The band took a break and Mae, Julie, and Rose began to chat. To the other two women, Rose at first seemed to be her old self. For a brief moment Mae and Julie considered canceling "operation rose petal" but then their friend began to pontificate. "You know girls there are some really handsome men in my church. If you want I could introduce you to them. I'm sure your pasts won't be a problem, after all we ARE in the forgiving business." And with that and the rest of her insufferable spiel, Rose Henderson sealed her fate. Mae and Julie sweet talked Rose into ordering another drink. "OK just ONE more girls. I don't want to get a DUI" All three girls laughed off that comment. "Rose you just want to get pulled aside by a handsome cop and have him strip search you." Teased Mae. "Why Mae. Didn't your trip to church with me teach you ANYTHING?" Replied Rose with good nature and all three girls howled with laughter. Mae caught Rose's eye and continued to engage her in conversation. Rose never noticed that Julie had added something to her drink. The concoction was given to Julie, who was a nurse, by a doctor from a hospital where she did not work. It had cost Julie three blow jobs and emailing a series of naked selfies to get the drug, but it promised to be worth it. IF it did everything the sleazy doctor promised, it would be worth every indignity Julie had suffered to obtain it. Julie made it clear to Mae that she was now owed her a MAJOR favor. (Julie's cousin was looking for an inexpensive stripper for a friend's bachelor party. Mae didn't know it yet, but she was the scheduled entertainment.) Rose was conversing with Julie and Mae, thanking them for inviting her out and laughing when everything went black. Mae and Julie gazed upon the zombified form of their friend and then exchanged smiles with each other. When the band hit the stage for their third set and the lights dimmed once more. Nearly every bar patron was focused on the band. The few who did happen to gaze in the girls direction thought simply that two women were assisting a friend who had had too much to drink. It was something ordinary and completely unmemorable. Mae and Julie dumped Rose in the passenger seat of her car and Mae reached for her cell phone. The three ordinary men exited the bar separately and gathered with Mae and Julie. One of their member got behind the wheel of Rose's car. Julie fished Rose's car keys out of Rose's purse and handed them to the man in the driver's seat of Rose's car. The other man rode with Mae and the man who drew the short straw was assigned to follow in the car in which the three men had arrived. Mae led the other cars to Julie's house. Ever since the scheme had been devised Mae, whenever she visited Rose's house, familiarized herself with it layout. She knew that the long driveway would accommodate all of the cars. Eric and Rose lived a distance from their neighbors. Most likely no one would even notice that four cars had pulled into the Henderson home. Mae unlocked the front door of Rose's house, close on her heels was Hugo, the man who had driven Rose's car. He was carrying Rose with no problem whatsoever. Mae turned on the lights and led Hugo up the stairs to Rose and Eric's bedroom. As Hugo crossed the threshold, Mae had him wait until Julie and the others were present. Once everyone was in place Mae said, "Well you little slut Rose, You came into your bedroom in the throes of passion. You lost one shoe here and another here." Mae and Julie placed Rose's shoes as though they had been discarded in a hurry. "You lost your skirt here." said Mae indicating a spot on the floor approaching the bed. Together Julie and Hugo unzipped Rose's modest skirt and arranged it on the floor. Hugo was amazed at how long and beautiful Rose's legs were. He had a raging hard on already. A few steps closer to the bed, Mae announced, "You lost your blouse here." Julie and Hugo gently peeled off Rose's tight blouse and placed it on the floor as though it had been cast off under the influence of hormonal lust. Everyone in the room realized that Rose had a set of spectacular tits. "Now Julie," asked Mae "what kind of slut is Rose? Does she want the guy to suck her tits or lick her pussy first?" Julie laughed and said "Oh she saves her box for last. Let's see those tits!" With one hand Hugo unhooked Rose's bra and dropped it to the floor, Rose's spectacular nipples and light brown areolas were greatly appreciated by her audience. "Right here she sucked him off for a while which means she loses her panties here." Said Julie indicating a spot at the foot of the bed. Rose's luscious, lightly thatched pussy came into view. None of the men could remember seeing a more lovely woman. The panties hit the floor. "She loses a stocking on the foot of the bed but leave one on, the impact will be greater and more convincing." Chuckled Mae. Mae pulled down the sheets and covers of Rose's marital bed and Hugo laid her down on her back in the bed. The three young men gazed at the perfect body lying on the clean white sheets their erections in response to the sight were downright painful "Hugo I take it that you are our stud for the evening. Get naked boy!" As Mae said this she pulled a digital movie camera from her over size purse. "This is going to be so much fun!" said Mae. "Now we will find out if that drug is worth what I paid for it." Said Julie. "Don't bother with the condom Hugo, Miss perfect is on the pill. We can start any time you want Hugo." Stated Mae. Hugo stripped down revealing an average body and a huge penis. Hugo's face was rather plain but that mattered not, for his face would be obscured on the video. Taking a moment to reflect on the beauty of the woman on the bed clad in just a single stocking, Hugo was so glad that he had won the dice contest with his mates to be the one to do the actual deed. Rose was the kind of woman a man like Hugo never got under ordinary circumstances. Hugo straddled Rose's body, felt her tits, licked and nibbled the delightful nipples erect, and also stroked her gorgeous pussy. After a few moments of preliminaries Hugo began eating out the drugged housewife. To his surprise Rose started reacting. She began to purr with pleasure and move her pelvis in reaction to Hugo's oral entreaties. "What do you know," said Julie, "that disgusting doctor WASN'T just blowing smoke!" Mae caught all of Rose's moans and thrusts on camera, being very careful to not reveal Hugo's face. After about fifteen minuets of cunnilingus Rose came in a loud moan and whispered "Jesus." No one looking at that video would believe that Rose was drugged. She just seemed to have her eyes closed with pleasure. Really primed now, Hugo bean to fuck the unconscious Rose. As before Rose began to react to Hugo's thrusts. She came three times in rapid succession before Hugo withdrew from her. Mae captured Hugo's seed as it seeped out of Rose's tight pussy. A slow pan up Rose's body ended with a shot of the brunette's lovely face beaming with obvious pleasure. After capturing more footage Mae turned off the camera and said "That was very nice Hugo. How soon will you be ready to go. I want some footage of you taking her up the butt before that drug wears off. "I'm ready to go right now, said Hugo as he popped a Viagra, but let me try something before we go down the Hersey highway." Hugo straddled Rose's face and rubbed his huge hard on on her bee stung lips. To the surprise of everyone present Rose's lips began to pucker and she began sucking on Hugo's manhood Rose captured it all on her camera. Hugo shot his second load right onto Rose's lips and chin. Mae focused on the viscous fluid as it slid down her neck and chest. "Mae, said Julie quietly that drug only lasts for about forty-five minutes, after that it just makes you sleep. We are running out of time." "OK, Julie, don't get your panties in a knot. Do you have one more in you Hugo?" "Give me a couple of minutes.", said Hugo as stroked his cock. "This is your two minute warning," said Julie, " if you don't get it up by then I going to ask for a volunteer." Hugo was very glad that his flesh was young and resilient. He followed his third erection to the bed where he gently rolled Rose over and positioned her for anal sex. Mae handed him a tube of lubricant and Hugo gently worked his impressive rod into Rose's virgin asshole. Mae zoomed in for the close up being sure to capture the tasteful "Eric" tattoo on Rose's right butt cheek. Rose reacted to this intrusion of Hugo's penis with a even grater intensity. She moaned and gasped with pleasure. It took Hugo a while to work himself to climax. When his orgasm came it was almost painful. With a loud yip, Hugo collapsed upon Rose and then arose from her body. Mae captured the trail of cum as it escaped from her friends rapidly dilating sphincter. "Hugo you were super. Now we all need to get out of here. There is only one thing yet to do." Mae pulled the sheets and covers up to Rose's neck and then removed the drugged woman's wedding ring and engagement rings. She handed these to Hugo and said, "Our part in this is over. I will send you the videos. If any of you link us to this I know men who will gladly rip off your balls and feed them to you slowly. Do you understand that?" Mae had addressed that comment not only to Hugo but also his two friends. All three men nodded in agreement and stated that they understood. Before the three men left Mae fetched Rose's phone out of her purse and sent all of their victim's contact lists to Hugo's phone. With that Hugo threw his clothes back on, and then he, his two friends and Mae and Julie exited Rose's bedroom. As the lights were doused Mae called out, "Goodnight Rose, dear welcome to the world of the slut and the "fallen" woman." Rose awoke with a start shortly after dawn. She was relived to find herself in her familiar marital bed. But something was wrong. She was naked for one thing, Rose NEVER slept in the nude. She threw off the covers and noted that she was wearing a single stocking. Rose's jaw dropped with surprise and humiliation as she spied the trail of her clothing leading to her bed. With dread she noticed the sex stains on her sheets. Disgustedly, she noted the dried semen on her chin and had a sudden realization as to what the discomfort in her anus meant! Lastly she learned that her rings were missing. She let out a scream and made her way over to her purse which she found sitting on the floor. In a panic she dialed Mae, trying hard to control her breathing. At last Mae answered the phone. "What's up Rose?" "Mae what happened to me last night?" Asked Rose with panic in her voice. "What do you mean honey?" "I woke up naked and I think, I KNOW that a man was with me last night I can't remember anything apart from going out with you and Julie last night. What happened to me?" "Don't you remember, Rose? Julie turned her ankle on the dance floor and I drove her to the ER. Julie didn't want to make a big deal about it and told you to go home if you wanted to. The last I saw of you last night was you sitting at our table finishing up your drink. Don't you remember?" "No I don't Mae. Is that REALLY what happened." "I'd swear it on a stack of Bibles Rose." "My wedding and engagement rings are missing!" "Check your purse Rose, maybe you took them off last night and forgot about it." "They were on my left hand when I went out with you and Julie! OH God, Mae this CAN'T be happening. Not to ME!" "You sound really upset Rose. Do you want me to come over there?" Asked Mae solicitously. "Oh Mae, could you? I need to talk this out". Rose disconnected the call and tried to calm herself down. Gingerly she got out of bed and eyed the trail of her clothing. It looked like she had been undressed or had undressed herself in a hurry. Rose could read the message her cast off clothes implied. "Dear Jesus, help me through this turmoil." She prayed aloud Unsure of what to do, Rose thought about her husband Eric. Eric would not understand this happening to her. Rose realized from the fogginess of her mind that she must have been drugged but she had still been unfaithful. She had allowed herself to get into this dangerous situation in the first place. Why had she not simply left the bar as soon as Mae and Julie had left? Eric was a forgiving man, but he would not understand Rose letting this happen to her. Things were so good between her and Eric. Rose was terrified of destroying what she had. In a panic, Rose removed her last article of clothing, gathered up all the castoffs, stripped the bed and threw everything into the washing machine on hot. In horror Rose stared at her naked left hand. How would she explain the loss of her rings to her husband? Rose knew that she should not lie to her husband and claim that they went down the drain, but what other choice did she have? Rose tore her purse apart, but her rings were not inside. Whoever had been with her last night must have taken them. The Three Musketeers The vision of an ogreish pervert who preyed upon unaccompanied young wives filled Rose's mind with dread and queasiness. The thought of being pawed by a total stranger made her want to vomit. Rose succeeded in stifling her gorge and started to softly weep. After a few moments of tears, Rose made her way to the bathroom to wash off the touch and odor of the pervert who had done this foul thing to her. Rose was supremely glad that she was on the pill, but realized with dread that she had possibly been exposed to all sorts of diseases. Rose was in the shower for a long time. She realized just how long when she at last heard her doorbell ring. She threw on a robe, checked the peephole and admitted Mae to her house. Mae wore a look of care and concern as she said, "Thank heavens you're all right. I have been leaning on the doorbell button for the last fifteen minutes!" Mae hugged Rose and while the damp housewife wept into her shoulder, Mae realized that things were going exactly as planned. Rose had obviously just stepped out of the shower. Mae's prey was reacting exactly as expected. Had Rose not been so self absorbed and had taken a moment to really think about her predicament, she would have called the police and waited for the patrol car and crime lab, leaving everything as it had been and definitely NOT showering Mae knew intuitively that Rose's clothes and sheets were already being laundered. "For a woman to whom image is everything," thought Mae contentedly "Rose will go to any lengths to sweep this under the rug and keep Eric, precious Eric from EVER finding out." She laughed inwardly with delight and triumph. A short time later the two were sitting at the kitchen table over cups of tea. "Oh Mae didn't you see any strange looking men hanging around our table?" "I was out on the dance floor with Julie until she turned her ankle. We hobbled over to our table and I volunteered to take her to the ER, we thought that you were right behind us. Naturally we didn't expect you to go to hospital with us, we assumed that you just went home." "But then did you see anybody?" "Rose I was focused on Julie. It turns out she has a bad sprain, besides you saw the men in that place, John Q ordinary every one, Julie's nose for finding where all the hot guys are certainly failed her last night. I can't even tell you one feature of the plain Joe I danced with other than he was tall, and had blond hair, I think." "Think Mae, some creepy looking guy?" "Just because a guy is creepy looking it doesn't also mean that he is a rapist. Date rapists tend to be charming. Do you remember talking to anyone after we left Rose?" Rose sighed and said, "I've been wracking my brain, everything goes blank around the middle of the night." "Well we were with you until ten thirty." The silence between the two women was broken by the sound of Rose's cell phone ringing. Hoping that it was not Eric and intending to shut the phone off until she was ready to talk to her husband, Rose glanced at the screen. Her jaw dropped in horror and disgust. On the screen of her cell phone was a film clip of a slow pan the length of Rose's naked body followed by footage of her engaging in oral sex with a stranger. Rose watched and re-watched the footage. And then played it for Mae. "Oh my God, Mae, it looks like I'm enjoying myself! This can't be happening!" Rose erupted into a new round of tears. The first call was followed by two more. In the first one Rose was clearly enjoying being entered by the same stranger. With total dread Rose realized that she was making the same sounds she made when she and Eric were intimate! The second one completely turned Rose's stomach, she was engaging in anal sex and enjoying it! Eric had asked for that many times in their short marriage but Rose had always turned him down. To think that a total stranger had taken something she had denied her husband appalled her to no end. Vainly Rose scanned the images to see if she could identify the man from earlier in the bar but his face was always obscured and other than being white and of average height and weight she did not know him from Adam. Like one in a trance, Rose watched and re-watched the videos. "No Mae, no this CAN'T be happening!" Mae allowed her friend to squirm for a bit and then said. "You know Rose, I hate to say this but you DON'T look like you were forced in any of these clips. You told me how your clothes were strewn across the room. I'm NOT saying this DID happen Rose but just suppose you got more than a little tipsy and LET this man have his way with you?" "Mae, that is simply NOT possible." "OK Rose, if you say so. But IF you were drugged wouldn't you be just lying there like a dead fish? Wouldn't your clothes be in a pile if the man undressed you? And WHY would he leave one stocking on? Look Rose," said Mae as she replayed some of the footage on Rose's phone,"here he pushes in and you push back. I know sounds of passion when I hear them Rose." Rose repeated "No." over and over again. Mae smiled inwardly but wore an expression of concern as she said, "Look Rose, we know how much you miss Eric, last night the loneliness got to you and you had a moment of weakness. It happens. It can happen to anybody." "Oh Mae how can you believe that of me?" "I'm not saying I believe it, nor am I saying that that is what happened but if it DID happen, all it proves is that you are human. I've gone home with men and regretted it the next morning Rose. This situation is not like the ones in my past but I understand how it can happen." "But if Eric finds out ..." "Well Rose you seem to have two choices, give a full confession to your husband or make sure that he NEVER finds out. Certainly you don't want him to view those video clips, your actions in them ARE rather hard to pass off as you simply being asleep." "Oh Mae, what should I do?" Unable to help herself Mae replied, "You're the one with all the answers Rose. You tell me that all my problems will vanish in the light of prayer and salvation. Somehow, however, I don't think prayer is going to get you out of this one. Not even Jesus has a time machine for believers to correct mistakes." "Mae, don't patronize me." "I'm not darling, all I'm trying to say is that the solution to your problem is entirely up to you, Rose" It took all of Mae's resolve to keep her concerned look upon her face and not to burst into a triumphal laugh. She knew that she would howl about this later with Julie with complete relish. Both women were startled by the sound of Rose's phone. It displayed the same unfamiliar number and then a picture of Rose's rings. Beneath the jewelry was the text, "If you would like these returned and if you also do not want the lovely films of our adventure forwarded to your husband you WILL obey your further directions. Sit tight cutie" Rose gasped as though she had been bayoneted and just repeated "NO!" over and over again. May had seen the message as well and realized that Hugo and his friends were freelancing. It was a surprising yet delicious turn of events. "Little Miss perfect is apparently going to have to get really dirty, eyes wide open this time" Mae thought to herself rapturously. Never again would Rose ever be able to put on airs over Julie and herself. "The holy one just stepped off the pedestal." Mae stroked Rose's arm, comfortingly, "Pardon my language Rose but shit just got real." "Oh my God Mae. Eric CAN'T see those videos he just CAN'T" "Rose you have new set of problems, now. Before he calls again you have to decide on what lengths you will be willing to go to prevent your husband from finding out." Said Mae. "Oh Mae, I just want this day to be over!" Whined Rose. "I'm afraid Rose that your problems have just begun." Said Mae gently as she embraced and held Rose tight while the traumatized woman wept into her shoulder. As Mae stroked Rose's soft brunette hair she thought to herself quite contentedly "It is GOOD to be bad!" A few minuets later Rose's phone rang again. This time its screen showed a man in dark mask he spoke with an electronically altered voice, "Good morning Mrs. Henderson, here is what you will do today. First launder your clothes and bedding from our adventure. Next you will shower and don a simple, loose SHORT black dress, black thigh high stockings and footwear of your choice. You will wear NOTHING under the dress. You will have a present for me. You will shave and collect your pubic hair for me and bring it along with you in a small bag. We will meet behind the Fifth Avenue bus terminal at 3:30 P.M. There is a large green construction dumpster. I will be waiting for you behind it. You will know who I am, I will be wearing this mask. Come alone. If you follow these instructions to the letter your rings will be returned and the videos will be deleted from our phone in your presence. Don't be late!" Rose sat slack jawed and played the video several times. This was worse than she could have even dreamed. Rose intuitively felt that her encounter with the masked man would be rather unpleasant, on the other hand it promised to end her problems she would have her rings back and Eric would never see the videos. Rose ultimately decided that facing this stranger was less frightening then the prospect of Eric viewing the videos. The thought of shaving for this stranger appalled her. Eric made no bones about the fact that he found the bald look a turn off. "A woman should look like a woman everywhere," was what he often told her. Rose had done nothing more than trim the edges of her pubic triangle since sliding on Eric's ring. Rose felt however that Eric would forgive her for a bald pussy but NOT for a turn in the sheets with a stranger. In the time left, Mae consoled Rose. "You are probably making the right decision. I know he said come alone but I think I should wait, either in your car or my own. If You don't come back at a proscribed time I will call the police." "That is a very good idea Mae. I could really use the hand of friend today." "Its and honor Rose. Musketeers always stick together." Replied Mae. Mae helped Rose prepare for her ordeal. Together they picked out a dress. Rose feared wearing something too short, especially without underwear but she knew that her dress would have to expose a great deal of leg. Of all of Julie's black dresses, only one seemed to meet all the requirements. Mae rooted through her purse and produced a small sateen bag. "I lost the sunglasses that came with this bag a long time ago. Why don't you put your hair in this. Its better than walking around out in public with a clear sandwich baggie containing your muff. Do you need any help shaving Rose? I'm good with a razor." "Mae, my hands are shaking but I think I can handle THAT task." Rose let her phone recharge so that she would not run out of power in case she needed to call Mae in a hurry. She exiled herself to the bathroom. With the aid of a small hand mirror, Rose trimmed away her bush with a pair of cuticle scissors., carefully gathering up the hairs and placing them in the bag. Once her sacred grounds had been rendered to the closest of crew cuts, Rose lathered up her nether regions and gingerly, razored away the stubble. Rose had not shaved herself in a long time. As a cheerleader in high school she had to shave herself to avoid further hazing once she had made the squad. Somewhere out there, probably in the drawer of an aging male classmate was a Polaroid picture of Rose's hairless teen age privates. Since no pictures were linked to any names, the football players and other jocks who saw the pictures had no idea which cheerleader's snatch was whose, Rose had never been bothered by that ancient Polaroid. This situation was different in every conceivable way. Suddenly Rose knew how she would explain her hairless state to her husband. She would say that he wanted him to see what she looked like back then. Rose had bought a cheer leading outfit recently, as a surprise to Eric. It would make a perfect welcome home gift. Rose thought again of Eric's strong powerful arms and recalled his touch. She forced herself out of her reverie and left the bathroom, filled sateen bag in hand. In her bedroom, Rose slid on a pair of black stockings and stepped into a pair of sensible black sandals. Feeling completely exposed, Rose slid the black dress over her head. It fell to just a few inches below the top of the stockings. Rose could feel the breeze on her pussy with every step she took. Rose asked Mae to sit and pray with her for a few moments. Mae agreed but while Rose poured her heart out to her maker, Mae ignored the torrent of words and reflected on how wonderfully she had struck back against her annoying piety. Even Mae could tell that Rose's prayers were now full of doubt and confusion. She would never be the same woman again. Mae knew that Rose could never lord it over her and Julie or anyone else. Rose had taken Mae into her confidence, now they shared a "secret" they could tell no one else except Julie. Of course Mae realized that one day, were she and Rose and Eric at the same party which occasionally happened, Mae might "accidentally" have "too much" to drink, run into Eric while he was apart from Rose and "accidentally" spill the beans to him. He would be shocked and angry and Mae would immediately apologize and move to comfort the angry husband. If comforting Eric led to embracing him and casually kissing him, and this led Eric to view Mae in a new light, well that was hardly Mae's fault now was it? With the time fast approaching Rose and Mae made their way to the driveway. It had been decided that Mae would follow a bit behind Rose and park unobtrusively. Mae's number was on speed dial on Rose's phone. Mae was prepared to call 911 if Rose dialed her. Part of Mae really was concerned about Rose. She hoped that whatever Hugo had in mind for Rose was not too much for her to handle but was deliciously degrading. The bus terminal was in a middling neighborhood on the other side of town. Rose was a bit anxious but not overly fearful as she drove, checking the rear view mirror regularly for Mae's car. At the terminal Rose found a parking spot near the rear of the building. Mae said that she would wait in one of the drop off spots in front of the building. From there she could get to Rose in less than a minute if need be. Rose prayed audibly as she carefully walked to the rear of the building. At least at this time of day the area was well lit. Just past the rear of the building stood the huge green construction dumpster as Rose approached a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt and the mask as the one in the video. "This way Mrs. Henderson." said an altered voice. Rose followed the lead and found herself in a dim area between the rear wall of the bus terminal there were two other masked figures in the shadows. Rose became visibly frightened. "Have no fear Mrs. Henderson you are in no danger." The leader of the group came to stand before Rose and then led her a few steps further into the narrow aisle created by the gap between the dumpster and the terminal. "First," said the lead masked man, "you need to prove that you have followed our instructions. Hike up your dress." In the eternity of the moment that passed Rose considered this humiliation. A creepy feeling infused her spine with the sudden conviction that this request would probably be the LEAST of her degradations today. Praying silently for strength, Rose grasped the hem of her dress and hiked it up revealing her lithe, nylon wrapped legs and freshly shaven pussy. "Higher!" instructed the masked leader, repeating the word until Rose had also exposed her glorious breasts to the open air. After an eternity, Rose heard, "That's fine, Mrs. Henderson, you can lower your dress now." Once Rose had lowered and straightened out her dress the leader asked her. "Where is my gift?" Not perceiving what he meant at first, Rose at last reached into her purse and removed the sateen eyeglass bag filled with her pubic hair. She transferred this with trembling fingers into the hand of the lead masked man who opened the sateen bag and inhaled handed the contents through his mask. Rose was disgusted. "It is time for the final round of your adventure, Mrs. Henderson." Said the masked leader "Here is how it works, My Friend Tom here," he indicated the shorter masked man on his right, "has your wedding ring. Dick here has your engagement ring. You can call me Harry if you wish, I possess the cellphone with the incriminating videos of you. You earn the return of your personal items and will witness the deletion of the videos in question through providing each of us blow jobs in turn." A stunned Rose responded with "What?" The leader of the masked trio who was also the tallest replied, "You know Mrs. Henderson, a blow job like the wonderful one you gave me last night. I thought my friends would enjoy experiencing your skills and I would love a second turn at bat. We are not entirely heartless, we will provide a pillow for you so that you don't skin your lovely knees on the hard ground." "Please don't ask that of me." pleaded Rose. "It seems to me Mrs. Henderson that we are asking a small price to pay to prevent your husband from finding out about our carnal conviviality. When I was at your house I scanned all the numbers on your phone. Would you like your parents, yours, and that group marked 'church friends' from seeing the videos in addition to your husband?" "No! Please don't!" whined Rose The masked leader produced a pillow and said, "If you are concerned about diseases Mrs. Henderson, I and my friends are all disease and drug free. Tom is waiting." Stifling tears, Rose accepted the pillow and strode the few feet over to Tom. As she knelt before him, Tom flashed her wedding ring in his open right palm. Tears slid down Rose's cheeks as she fished Tom's erect modest sized penis out of his pants. Tentatively at first and then with more enthusiasm as she subdued her disgust, Rose licked and sucked the penis. Tom must have been very worked up because he came only a short time later. Rose spat out the foul semen and rose to her feet, wiping her lips simultaneously. Once she was on her feet, Tom handed Rose her wedding ring. Eric's bride wasted not a moment before sliding it back onto the third finger of her left hand. Realizing that these men, as disgusting and vile as they were, were at least men of their word, made Rose feel an iota better. In a nonce she was before the jeans clad pelvis of Dick . The second mask wearer had a bit more equipment than his fellow. Obvious in his left hand was Rose's diamond engagement ring. Rose worked a bit more enthusiastically on this phallus. To her horror however, Dick held her face fast, not allowing her to pull away. His spunk filled Rose's mouth, reflexively Rose swallowed, feeling the viscous liquid slide down her throat. Rose NEVER swallowed, even when Eric begged and promised her the moon in return. Rose regretted that she had not consented to her husband. The fact that it was a total stranger's seed that she first swallowed would haunt her forever. The sight of her diamond back on her hand did drive away a bit of the regret. She knew that the leader Harry would be the worst. His penis was the largest of the three, presenting the most difficult challenge. He also offered the greatest prize. Her rings were replaceable but her reputation was not. As Rose applied herself to sucking on Harry's manhood, his hand showed a digital phone with a large block of contacts marked for deletion. Rose took a moment to confirm that all of the names and numbers were those of her contacts before she set to actual work. The Three Musketeers Harry's eyes caught hers and he said. I'll have what Dick had. Swallow every drop please, Mrs. Henderson." Rose worked with an intensity that surprised her. This man HAD to be pleased. With skill and determination, Rose's head slid back and forth on Harry's shaft. Having more staying power than the others, Rose was getting frustrated when she heard Harry gasp. Diligently she caught every drop of his man juice as it exited his rod. As she rose to her feet choking down the second wad she had ever swallowed, Rose delighted in seeing Harry's finger depress on the delete command. Harry then took pains to show Rose that not one of her contacts or videos remained upon the phone. "A pleasure doing business with you Mrs. Henderson, enjoy the rest of your day, and don't let strangers take you home in the future." With that the three men laughed and walked out from behind the dumpster and disappeared from view. Rose realized that she knew nothing about these men other than their height and the fact that they were three circumcised white males. Even if she wanted to go to the police, the suspect list was millions long. Finally Rose came to her senses and called Mae. "Mae I was starting to get worried you were out of contact a long time!" "I know Mae, but mission accomplished. Lets meet back to my house, I feel like gargling with acid." Back at her house Rose tried to make herself vomit. Failing that she brushed her teeth and gargled for a half hour before she sat down to a cup of coffee with Mae and told her the disgusting things she had to do to get her property and virtue restored. Mae was surprised at Hugo and his friend's originality. She thought they would delete the videos when Mae gave the word and that they would just pawn the rings and pocket the money for their troubles but the boys all wanted a slice from the same beautiful Rose Henderson pie. Mae and Julie's plans for Rose had paid off better than anticipated. A night later, Mae Rose and Julie were eating at a high end burger place. Julie was continuing the canard of a turned ankle by wearing a bandage and carrying a crutch to dinner. Eric would be home in a few days and Rose had had some time to decompress. It really did seem like old times at the table as Mae and Julie supported Rose in her time of need. Rose did not mention church or anything pious the whole time they were together Rose even struck up a conversation with their handsome server, charming the man into spectacular service. After a quite and sincere conversation, Mae and Julie vowed to always keep Rose's secret. "Oh, Julie, Oh Mae, I am so glad that God gave me friends like you." "Amen!" said Julie and Mae together and all three women laughed with shared joy.