5 comments/ 68779 views/ 11 favorites Afternoon in the Sun Ch. 02 By: urban_legend555 Background Janet married teacher, finds herself in a secluded works yard, seduced into her very first infidelity by a man she trusts. He skilfully exploits both her lust and her guilt, coaxing her into a level of lewdness she has never before experienced. Without warning her he exposes Janet to a trio of young men who sneak up and watch them having sex. When watching isn't enough they take control of the couple and make her perform for them as she did for her lover. She does so in hopes that her acquiescence will end the ordeal and she will be able to return to her normal life without anyone ever knowing what she did. Please read the first chapter and those following this one to get the complete story. _________ She kept sucking him gently long after his orgasm had subsided. His prick was getting softer and losing some of its tumescence. Finally, damp with perspiration and flushed from the exertion, she sat up and put her arms around his neck. For a brief moment she rested her head on his shoulder and then pressed her mouth to his in a long, deep kiss. "That was wonderful," she sighed. "I've never had sex that good before." He was about to reply when an arm shot in the rear window on the passenger side and scooped up her purse and discarded clothes from the back seat before either of them could react. It was the kids who had been watching and as a triumphant whoop went up he realized there were now three of them celebrating beside the rear fender. Quickly, he bolted out his door and stumbled around the car toward them trying to zip his fly and stuff his shirt tail back into his pants as he went. They had scrambled up a small embankment and were just out of reach by the time he made it around to the passenger side. From inside the car he could here Janet's panicky voice screaming in disbelief. "Noooo! ¬¬....Wait!" she shrieked. "You can't take my things!" all the while trying to scrunch down on the seat to hide her nakedness from them. They'd stopped running now and were laughing and whooping like they had struck gold. One of them had her panties and was modeling them against his jeans while thrusting his hips in and out in a lewd parody of sex. The newest one, the one they hadn't been seen until a moment ago, was a little older than the other two, and was rummaging in her purse. It took him only a moment to find her wallet and to stuff what money she had into his hip pocket. Methodically, he searched through the other compartments, taking out her credit cards and keeping them, opening every nook and cranny to see what may be hidden there. In the snapshot section he found her driver's license and a photo of her with her husband and son. A scheming little smirk showed on the kid's face as he realized that he had all of the aces in the deck right there in his hands. The woman inside the car had gone silent now. She was crouched on the floor of the front seat, peeking out the open window, trying to see what was going on without showing herself. Her lover just stood near the rear of the car, not able to do anything except wait to see what was going to happen. The older boy spoke first."Is that you in the car Mrs. Moore?" he asked facetiously as he read her name from her driver's license. Her lover interjected She made no reply but squeezed down lower in the car. "Janet Moore, 1055 Ritson Crescent, Leaside. 28 years old, blond hair, green eyes, 5 foot four, 117 pounds, married. Married...but very horny!" he laughed. "Is that you in the car there Janet sweetie?" She started to cry then. They had her name and all pretext of anonymity was stripped away just like her clothes. "Look, just take the money and give her back her things," her lover interjected. "Why should we?" came the testy response. "She hardly had any money." "Then take mine too! Just give us back her things and let us get out of here." While he was talking, one of the kids had been circling around to the front of the car affording himself a better look inside. From where she was positioned she hadn't seen him moving and he stood for some time beside the open driver's door getting another good look at her. She still hadn't seen him until he reached inside the car and pulled the keys from the ignition. She let out a little scream but by then it was too late as he tossed the glittering keys up to the older boy on the hill. Suddenly, realizing what he had taken, the driver yelled an oath and started up the hill after his keys. "Hold it! Take one more fuckin' step and I'll throw these keys so far you'll never get them back." The driver paused half way up the hill and glowered at him. "How you gonna get your girlfriend out of here without her clothes and your car dipstick?" the kid taunted. "Now throw me your wallet and get back down where you were." The driver tossed his wallet up to him and again the boy emptied it of cash and credit cards before systematically searching every compartment. He found the man's I.D., driver's license and business cards. "Richard Barton, President," he read aloud with great amusement. "Is this your own fuckin' company?" "No. My father owns it," replied Richard without thinking. "Oh lovely," smirked the kid. "And does the wife's Daddy know about you and Mrs. Moore here?" Barton was sweating. Although he was standing in the heat of the sun, it was the knot in his belly that was opening his pores. He felt weak, frustrated and powerless. Here they were being held by three unarmed punks and within minutes these kids had gained the power to totally screw up his life. At first he had thought that only Janet could be hurt by this. But now they had him on the hook as well. "Tell Janet to get out of the car Richard. Just tell her that you can both have your things back if she gets out and gives us a little peek show." He stood there grinning as the man pondered his lack of options. He'd made it sound so simple. Just show the boys some skin and this problem could all go away. "You'd better come out Janet. They're not going to leave us alone until you do," Richard advised. "Yeah. You'd better come out Janet," the ring leader teased, mimicking Richard's voice. "And Richard, you'd better back up a little and go sit by the bridge there. And just so you don't do anything stupid, you'd better take of your clothes too." Angrily, Richard removed his clothing and balled them up in his arms. He was angry at Janet still hovering in the car prolonging their embarrassment, and he was angry at being stripped of his clothes and his dignity by three young punks. They had the upper hand and she was making it worse with her prissiness. "Have you got a blanket in your car Richard? I think we're gonna need one," the kid joked "In the trunk," Richard answered sullenly. With his bundled clothing clasped in front of him he backed away about thirty feet and slumped down in the shade near the base of the bridge. The boy who had taken charge came down the slope and tossed the keys to the kid in the red shirt. "Get the blanket," he ordered. "I'm gonna get a good look at Mrs. Moore." With that he pulled open the passenger door and saw her tucked down by the front seat trying to cover herself with her hands. "C'mon out Jan baby. It's the only way to get your stuff back and get outa here. Unless you want us to call Mr. Moore and have him come down here and find you like this?" he mocked, grabbing his crotch and rubbing his chest lewdly. He strutted back and forth for a moment, waiting for her to make up her ind."We're gonna go over and sit on those rocks and give you one minute to come out and show us your body. If you don't we'll take the keys and your clothes and phone Mr. Moore to come down and find his bare-assed wife and her boyfriend here." "For chrissakes come out Janet so we can get the hell out of here!" roared Richard. "I'm not going to have my good name ruined for your belated show of modesty! They've seen everything you've got anyway. They were watching you from the hill." Janet thought briefly and then eased up onto the seat. She swung her legs out the door and paused there for a moment looking like she might change her mind. Still, there really wasn't any option for her and she was smart enough to know that. This was a nightmare but she wasn't about to let these street punks ruin her life. If they wanted a look, she'd let them look. Without her clothes she couldn't stop them from getting an eyeful anyway. The kid with the keys was still rummaging in the trunk. He's found Richard's briefcase and was trying each of the small keys in the lock. Finally, one popped the catch and it opened. There were papers in there and a few more dollars tucked in a flap but what caught his attention were a Polaroid camera and a few candid shots of women in various compromising scenes. None of them were Janet Moore. Janet stood by the car and faced the two young men sitting twenty feet away on the rocks. She felt nervous and her mouth was dry but there was something about being naked in front of strangers that sent a quiver through her belly. Walking toward them, a few steps at a time, she felt her breasts swaying as she picked her way over the open ground. She was acutely aware of her nakedness. Although there was almost no air moving, what little breeze there was riffled through the blond curls of her pubic hair and stiffened her nipples. "Come closer," the leader ordered. The three boys and Richard were watching intently as she tip-toed in her bare feet over the rough ground toward the rock. The boy at the car took the blanket out of the trunk and tossed it on the ground in front of the other two. Richard sat quietly watching the scene unfold from thirty feet away and savoring every minute of it. His eyes were riveted on Janet and he drank in every detail of her predicament with delight. Watching the prissy little bitch forced to expose her nakedness to strangers aroused him tremendously. It would serve her right if they did call her husband, he thought. But,regretably, that would implicate him for getting into her pants. Janet was in front of the rocks now and stood there waiting for instructions as the boys looked her over. Her nipples were as hard as the pebbles under her feet and she felt a shiver course through her loins as their eyes molested her. Still, the obvious lust reflected in the faces of her young audience made her a little self-possessed and cocky. Without being asked, she disdainfully turned around to afford them a look at her bottom. She ran one hand down her own smooth flank, posing a little and watching their reactions. "Just bend right over and let's see all of it," the red shirt demanded. With her feet parted a little, she bent from the waist running her hands down the fronts of her shapely legs and holding them just above the ankle. "Oohh fuck!" the dark one exclaimed as he sat only inches from her lovely bum. "Spread the blanket out and get down on it." Janet picked up the folded blanket and shook it out. The action was enough to make her breasts jiggle vigorously and the guys whistled and slapped palms as they cheered their own good fortune. Janet smoothed out the car rug and got down on it. "Lay right down on your back Mrs. Moore. We want to see everything you've got." Janet arranged herself as she was told, flat on her back, but she kept her knees bent so her feet wouldn't be in the dirt. "Spread your legs and show us some pussy, Jan Baby. We want a little slut show from you before you get outa here." They made her touch herself, fondling her private parts and spreading the lips with her fingers. They mocked her for her nipples being hard and the obvious wetness where her fingers played. The lewdness of what she was doing in front of these ruffians brought a strange excitement to her. If she passed them on the street she wouldn't have given them the time of day. But here, in these circumstances, being made to debauch herself in front of them, somehow stirred her libido and she could feel the sexual excitement building in her. She knew that Richard was somewhere just behind but it was obvious he was going to be of no help. He was watching, she was sure, and probably enjoying every minute of it. "Keep going Mrs. Moore. You're doin' great," teased the oldest one when she opened her eyes. "Keep your eyes open and keep playing with yourself like you're doin' it just for us." "Do you ever do this for your husband ... just lay on your back and finger fuck while he watches?" the blond one asked. She didn't answer and he reached out with his running shoe and wormed it under her just below where her fingers were working. "Well? Do you?" he persisted. "Does hubby get to see you get it on with yourself like this?" "No," she answered in a low voice. "What does he do to you then? I want to know everything he does to you and what you do for him. Tell us about the last time he got into your pants. What did he do?" "He just made love to me," she answered. We were in bed and we just made love." "No! I want you to tell us everything right from the start. And don't stop fingering your pussy while you're telling us." She started tentatively, not knowing exactly what to say. The sound of her own voice speaking so intimately of her sex life with Robert surprised her. The kid prompted her again and she started over trying to remember all of the details he was demanding of her. "I was lying in bed beside him, my husband, Robert," she stalled, "He rolled toward me and kissed me. I had on a white night dress that he likes and...he fondled my breasts through the cloth ... covering them with his hands and squeezing them. After a while he lifted them out of the low neck and touched my bare skin. He licked my nipples and sucked on them for a long while. Then he put his hand down and pulled up the hem of my nightie ... and touched me between the legs." She was breathing noisily now. The effect of discussing her intimacies with Robert, aloud and with strangers, while they watched her touching and displaying herself, was unexpectedly arousing. Her fingers moved more quickly now and her hips rocked to the rhythm. It was difficult to talk while she masturbated but the carnal images that were conjured in her mind added to the sexual abandon that enveloped her. "He kept touching me and stoking me there until I was aroused and then ... he entered me." Janet could feel the tide of pleasure building in her loins and she had no will to stop it. "You mean he fucked you," the blond boy chortled. "Yes... he ... fucked me,' she blurted as her hips arched off the blanket. She was going to cum and it suddenly didn't matter that they were watching.Involuntary moans escaped her lips as her writhing pelvis kept pace with her loving fingers. And she did cum shamelessly with huge tremors shaking her body. Waves of pleasure swept over her, pumping her hips, hardening her nipples and drenching her fingers. "Open your eyes Mrs. Moore." As her eyes fluttered open the flash from Richard's Polaroid went off and the whirr of the camera motor confirmed that her solo performance had been recorded for posterity. The oldest boy slid down the embankment to stand at the edge of the blanket, hips thrust forward and hands stuck in the back pockets of his jeans. "Get up on your knees Mrs. Moore. It's feeding time." Janet knelt in front of him and he wound his fingers tightly into her lovely blond hair getting a commanding grip on her head. Roughly, he pulled her towards him so that her face was only inches from his crotch. "Take out my cock," he ordered. "Take it out and lick it." She tugged down his zipper and struggled to extricate his penis, already hard from watching her. But, before she could begin to lick it he was forcing it impatiently between her lips. Afraid to resist, she opened her mouth wide in acceptance of the inevitable and began to bob her head up and down on its length. The camera clicked again and again. In mere moments the leader was cumming and she felt his body spasm pushing deep into her mouth and holding her head jammed against his crotch in an iron grip. Almost as quickly, she felt him relax a little and loosen his grip on her hair. His whole body was wracked with tremors as she continued to work her mouth up and down on his shaft. Her tongue bathed him gently and her fingers played with his balls. It amazed her how quickly he had cum. He'd already begun to soften in her mouth and her continued ministrations seemed to cause him some mild discomfort. Abruptly then, he pulled back pushing her away forcefully so that she sprawled backwards onto the car rug. "I'm next." Called red shirt, "And I want to fuck her first." By the time he reached the blanket his jeans were unbuckled and on the way down. Without preliminaries, he pushed her flat on her back and struggled between her legs, forcing them apart with his bony knees. The rough ground beneath the blanket was strewn with little rocks and pebbles and Janet could feel them digging into her back and hips as his body pushed onto her. His anxiety and agitation made him inept and she could feel his stiffened penis jabbing aimlessly before it finally found her opening and slipped inside. Of necessity, she shifted her position to avoid a sharp rock that was digging into her and he whooped for joy, mistaking her movement for a sign of her lust. "Lookit!" She loves it!" he called out to the others. "She can't keep her fuckin' ass still,' he exulted. "C'mon lady. Fuck me. Show us what you like. You really are some horny cunt aren't you Mrs. Fucking Moore! Let's hear you say it for us too. Tell us you're a horny cunt and you love to fuck, just like you told Dickie boy over there." Janet was appalled that that these street punks had heard her responding to Robert. She glared at him blaming him for degrading her, forcing her to say those vulgar things. The young punk worked his hands underneath her, gripping her behind with both hands and pulling her towards him with every stroke. All the while, he was talking to her, debasing her with language and demanding that she repeat the sexual words and descriptions he liked to hear. She was starting to get sore from so much sex but she was afraid to complain. Concentrating on making him cum as quickly as possible made more sense and she began to toil underneath him matching his movements stroke for stroke. They were both freely perspiring from the day's heat and wherever their skin touched it made little wet sucking noises. The other two boys watched intently as Janet aggressively fucked their friend. Even Richard had moved closer and was standing up unnoticed near the rear of the car to get a better view. Naked, he could not hide his arousal and made no attempt to disguise the fact that he found her situation lewdly stimulating. Even his cock seemed to be straining to get a better look. Determinedly, Janet worked her body against the young man's, guiding his hips with her hands and thrusting her pelvis up to meet him. Most of her weight was on her shoulders and her feet as she lifted her bottom up off the blanket with each thrust. The kid had stopped talking now and was entirely consumed with the intensity of their sex. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Janet and his breathing was loud and ragged. Deep in his belly he could feel the tension rising and his fingers gripped her buttocks tighter, trying to force himself deeper into her. She watched him closely recognizing the signs of his impending climax and increasing her efforts beneath him. Reaching down between them, she lightly squeezed his balls scraping them lightly with her nails. With her hand there he could manage only minimal penetration and the teasing effect of his struggling was enough to bring him to a powerful climax. Afternoon in the Sun Ch. 02 An agonized groan boiled from deep in his throat and the rhythm of his body began to jerk spasmodically. Pushing her impeding hand aside, his fingers dug deeply into the firmness of her bottom and he lunged into her, straining to spill his seed deep in her womb. Seconds later he collapsed on top of her completely spent. A strange, smug smile crossed Janet's lips as she pushed him off of her. His penis made a popping sound pulling out and he rolled onto his back beside her. Janet lay there for several minutes panting, with her arm across her face shielding her eyes from the sun. The afternoon rays were fully upon her, drying the sweat of passion on her skin and sapping her remaining strength. It never occurred to her to cover her nakedness or even bring her knees together. The exaggerated modesty of her normal life now seemed remote to her, but still a distant refuge of retreat once this afternoon of decadence was over. She felt sore and exhausted. From beneath the crook of her arm she watched and listened to the three boys crouched on the rock above her. Boisterous in their vulgarity, they were looking at an assortment of Polaroids they had taken of her and making crude comments. Richard, still naked and annoyingly erect, was near the rear of the car. Once again, much to his chagrin, the camera snapped and whirred and this time it was he who was immortalized, penis swaying in the breeze. Movement near the north gate on the road below them caught their attention and they watched as a Works Department truck lurched along looking for another spot to dump a load of rubble. Without a word the two younger boys headed off down the hill toward the dirt bike. One still clutched Richard's Polaroid and the collection of photos he'd taken with it. The eldest stood his ground protectively and watched them go. When they reached the dirt bike he tossed Janet's skirt and blouse onto the blanket beside her. Taking her purse in both hands he shook out the remainder of its contents scattering them about the clearing. Teasingly, he held up the yellow panties in one hand and Richard's car keys in the other shaking them both to make it obvious what they were. He held the panties to his nostrils, smiled and then stuffed them in his pocket. With a malicious laugh he threw the car keys into the deep grass beyond the car then scrambled up the embankment out of sight. To be continued Afternoon in the Sun Ch. 03 Janet eased herself down into the warm soapy water letting her legs fold up and submerging her upper body right up to the chin. Her body ached and she had a number of little scrapes and scratches on her knees and on her back. The normally light tone of her skin had a pinkish glow and her nipples were tender from the mild burn she'd picked up in the hot afternoon sun. Mostly, she just felt sore all over and the warm water soothed her, soaking into her pores and cleaning the dust and grime from her skin. Fatigue slowed her movements and dulled her thoughts letting the outrage she had suffered give way to the balming warmth of her bath. She dozed for a while, waking when the water felt chill and turned on the hot water with her toes. She felt comfortable here, protected in her own home and safe from all danger, insulated from the riffraff and protected from all tormentors. Robert would be home at dinner time and she wanted everything to be normal by then. They would be entertaining a small group of his business friends that evening and he would expect everything to be perfect, including her. She dozed again and this time she was awakened by a dream. She and Richard were together in a crowded theatre lobby. He was dressed in a dark business suit and she was completely naked. Her husband's friends and their wives kept coming by and introducing her to more and more people. Everyone was elegantly dressed except her and she was trying to hide her nakedness from them. She was begging Richard to take her home and let her get dressed but he wouldn't leave. He kept telling her that her nakedness didn't matter because no one really cared except her. Suddenly Robert's face appeared in the crowd and she called out to him for help but he just smiled benignly back at her and did nothing. She called out to him again and he stooped to speak to a woman he appeared to be escorting. Janet recognised her as his administrative assistant from the office, a super efficient, tailored looking woman called Gillian, who always seemed to be looking down her nose at her ' a mere housewife and supply teacher' with stunted career ambitions. Approaching a few steps closer to get a better view, they seemed to be quite interested and amused by her plight. When Janet, confused and embarrassed, asked for Robert's coat to cover herself, it was the woman who refused on his behalf. "Gentlemen are required to wear their jackets when in the theatre," she patronised. Robert just shrugged his agreement and they turned back into the crowd, nodding pleasantly to Richard as they left. It was the sound of her own voice calling desperately after him that startled her from her doze. Then came the knock at the bathroom door. Josie, the East Indian maid who looked after the house and her son Patrick, was asking if she was alright. "Trust Josie," Janet thought. "Her son had excellent care from the woman, but she had her nose poking into everything. " On the other side of the door Josie held the soiled rumpled skirt and blouse that she'd picked up off of Janet's bedroom floor. She wondered to herself why there was no bra and pants with them for her to wash. The evening went very well. Robert had been late leaving the office and had arrived home only a few minutes before their first guests appeared. She'd worried that somehow he may be able to tell; that he'd sense something about her and he'd know. She wasn't good at keeping secrets. But he didn't know and watched her with the same detached satisfaction he always did as she played the perfect hostess. Conservatively dressed, Janet flitted about from group to group always elegant, always well spoken. This was her element and she knew it. Every so often she would look over at Robert to see if things were going all right, but mostly she just wanted Robert to be pleased with her. After everyone had gone home, they left Josie in the kitchen to clean up and retired upstairs to their bedroom. Robert was weary and he sat down on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes while Janet began to undress. A surge of possessiveness coursed through him as he sat and enjoyed watching his wife. Even after a dozen years of marriage, he hadn't grown tired of those intimate moments when she was his alone to observe and to touch. It was amusing to watch other men react to Janet's good looks and to know that she belonged exclusively to him. Even tonight he had seen Don Pershing scanning her cleavage as she stooped to pick up his empty glass off of the coffee table. Several other times throughout the evening the man had stolen lingering glances at her shapely derriere as she bent to serve canapés. It made Robert feel proud and very possessive. The sight of her now, sitting in front of her dressing table brushing out her hair stirred him. She had on the sheer white nightdress he had bought for her in Montreal and the light from her table lamp shone through it rendering the wispy material transparent. Each tug of the brush caused her breasts to quiver. Robert smiled as he thought how testy his straight-laced would have been had she known that Don Pershing was stealing peeks downs her top earlier. He stood and walked over to her, standing just behind and bending to kiss the top of her head. Her hair smelled clean and sweet and felt soft against his lips. He put his hands inside the loose bodice cupping and squeezing her breasts. Her skin felt warm to his touch. "Did you know that Don Pershing was giving you the x-ray eye tonight?" he asked innocently. "No," she answered impatiently. "I didn't notice that he was." "He seemed quite taken by you. As a matter of fact you'll probably occupy all of his erotic fantasies on the way back to Dallas." Janet put the brush down and leaned back against Robert's legs. Both of his hands roamed inside the filmy top of her nightie kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples. "I think Don would like to be doing this to you now," teased Robert as his hand reached down further inside the garment. She nestled back against him with her eyes tightly closed, giving herself up to his touch. "Would you like me to let him do that?" she teased back. "It might be good for business," he mused. "After all, he said he's looking for a partnership in a gold mine." He joked, all the while inching up the hem of her nightdress to reveal the golden fleece of her pubic hair. Janet's sun-pinked belly and thighs came into view and Robert immediately noticed the contrast with the rest of her creamy flesh. "What have you been doing with yourself? Is that sunburn?" he questioned. No!" she lied again. "It's sun lamp. I went to Linda Stapely's health club with her today and I fell asleep on the tanning cot." Robert eased the nightie up over her head and dropped it on the floor beside them. Janet was naked again, sitting on the satin bench waiting nervously for his next move as he leaned over her. She felt like she was having a physical exam as he ran his fingers carefully over her body. Abruptly, he took her by the arm and helped her to her feet leading her over to the large bed that centred the room. Easing her down on her back, he began to remove his own clothing. "Turn out the light dear," she suggested demurely. "No. I want to do it with the light on this time so I can watch you sweetheart. I don't want to miss anything," he murmured. There were no more direct questions from Robert but he paid more close attention to his wife's naked body than he had for some time. The little scrapes and scratches on her knees caught his attention as he ran his hands over her pretty legs. He could see sunburn on the insides of her calves and legs, more on the insides of her thighs, but none on her stomach or the outside of her legs at all. Her breasts were noticeably pink on top and her nipples seemed tender to the touch. She had no towel lines anywhere. It would have been unlike Janet to sunbathe nude and particularly at a health club. Even if she had, there should have been a more even glow over her body from a commercial tanning cot. Janet just seemed different to him tonight. Even lying nude on top of the sheets was a little out of character for her as she always insisted on sleeping in a night dress and was always very demure even shy about sex. When he mentioned Don Pershing's prurient leering to her she hadn't reacted with the kind of snooty disdain that was her norm. Robert's hand caressed her belly and her thighs while she lay reclined submissively on the wide bed. He kissed her on the hips where he knew she was sensitive and ran his tongue below the indentation of her navel. She stirred a little in response to his touch and gratuitously parted her thighs to ease his journey. Her movement revealed a red chafe mark high up on the inside of each thigh that Robert wordlessly noted. "If Janet had been to a health club with Linda Stapely, they must be offering a hell of a fitness program there," he ruminated silently. He was less gentle with her now as he pushed his fingers past her nether lips and opened her. Kneeling between her legs, he forced two fingers inside turning his hand to allow his thumb to rub directly on her clitoris. She seemed a little tender there and winced frequently from his unrelenting roughness. For the first time in their marriage, he wanted to be harsh with her. Robert had left for work by the time the sunlight streaming in the window finally awakened Janet. She felt stiff and sore all over and would have preferred to spend the entire day resting. But, she knew it was her normal time to get up and she wanted everything back to their routine. Raising herself on one elbow she scanned the vicinity of their big bed for her nightie but it was already gone. "Damn," she thought. Josie must have been in the room and picked up her laundry while she was sleeping. It irked Janet immensely that the nosy woman would have seen her sprawled naked on the bed in the obvious aftermath of sex with Robert. She was still fuming when the doorbell began to ring. After listening to it chime several times with no one answering it, Janet jumped out of bed and pulled on a robe from the closet. Scurrying down the stairs she spotted a note from Josie on the hall table explaining she had taken Patrick down to High Park for a picnic and a paddle in the wading pool. They'd be back in time to make supper. Without another thought, Janet pulled open the big oak entrance door and was shocked speechless by what she saw. There on the porch was the kid from yesterday, grinning like a Cheshire cat and dangling her yellow bikini panties over her head. "Mrs Moore isn't it?" he smirked. "Just thought I'd better see these pretty panties home safely." For a moment Janet just stared at him unable to find words in her horror and confusion. Stunned by the shock of seeing her worst nightmare there at her door, she didn't notice for a moment that there were other people with him. His companion was a girl in her late teens with dark spiked hair and heavy makeup. She wore a short denim skirt and a baggy t-shirt with AC/DC emblazoned on it. She stood with her hand on her hip and her weight on one foot boldly staring at Janet with hard little eyes made bigger by layers of eye shadow and mascara. "Aren't you gonna invite us in and thank us for our trouble?" admonished the boy with mock sincerity. "Of course Janet," replied, anxious to get them off of her porch and away from the view of neighbours. She stood aside to let them pass and immediately regretted the decision. As soon as they were inside, the boy pushed the door shut and slid the deadbolt into the locked position. "Nice place you got here Mrs. Moore," he said, waving his arms for emphasis. The girl, in the meantime was making herself at home, picking things up to examine them and sticking her head into adjacent rooms to look them over. "You're here alone Mrs. Moore?" the kid asked with a smile. "No," Janet stammered. "My husband..." she started but the kid was already grinning broadly, knowing she was trying to lie. "Oh yeah. Your husband. We saw him leave for work about an hour ago. We were going to give him your panties and ask him to give them back to you but we figured you'd rather we brought them in ourselves," he reported with deliberate insincerity. While they were talking, the girl went up the stairs as if conducting her own tour of the house without any regard for it being Janet's home or the fact that they were completely uninvited. The boy followed with Janet falling in behind, wanting desperately to get them out but not knowing how to do it. "Where's the can? I gotta take a piss," the kid demanded. Wordlessly, Janet opened the door to the hall bathroom and stood aside to allow him to enter. "You too," he ordered, pushing her roughly into the room before him. "I gotta keep you with me in case you do something stupid," he explained. Then without modesty, he pulled his penis from his pants and began to urinate noisily in the toilet. "Long time know see," he quipped shaking his organ in Janet's direction and talking to it as if it had a persona of its own. "Say hello to Dick, Janet baby, and give him a pat," he laughed holding out his semi-erect penis for her attention. Janet recoiled and he pushed her back out into the hall calling out for his companion. "Where are you Joanna?" and her voice responded from the master bedroom. The girl was rummaging through the clothes in Janet's dresser, pulling each article out and holding it up for inspection. When she came to a peach coloured lace teddy she held it against herself and asked the boy if he liked it. "Yeah. Try it on," he encouraged. Without hesitation the girl tugged her baggy T-shirt over her head, dropped her skirt and slipped out of her panties. Naked and unconcerned, she stepped into the teddy and modelled it coquettishly for them. The dark aureoles of her nipples clearly highlighted her smallish breasts and the transparent material of the garment did little to hide the wild profusion of black hair that sprang from between her legs and overflowed onto her thighs. She had an aura of raw sexuality about her that was uncompromised by any semblance of shyness or discretion. Giggling and strutting around the room, she seemed to be in her element performing a vulgar little dance without music, wiggling her behind, flashing her legs and shaking her bosom in their direction. The boy had pulled Janet down on the bed beside him where they sat watching the girl without comment. When the kid's hand found the belt of Janet's robe and untied it she tried to move away, pulling the garment tighter around her. "Please don't! You have to go now!" she pleaded, trying to get up off the bed. "No fuckin' way momma," the kid replied. "I tell you what to do. Not the other way around. You down wit dat?" His grip squeezed her arm fiercely as he spun her around on the bed. "You do the fuck what I tell you and maybe your husband and all the people you know won't have to find out your little secrets Mrs. Fuckin' Moore. You take that thing off now!" he raged pulling the housecoat off of her shoulders. The girl had stopped prancing around the room now and stood silently watching as Janet reluctantly acceded to the kid's demand. She had nothing on beneath the robe and as it slipped away she felt acutely aware of her nakedness. The girl's presence and her interest in watching Janet's reactions made the act of undressing seem especially indecent. "Pull out my dick and kiss it," the kid smiled as he leaned back on his elbows enjoying the power he had over the woman. Reluctantly Janet unzipped his jeans and tugged his rapidly stiffening member into sight. The girl climbed onto the bed beside the boy, positioning herself where her view was unobstructed and watched while the kid undid the waistband himself and slid his denim trousers down. "Joanna and me want to fuck in your bed, Jan baby, and you're gonna help us get it on. You're gonna get us hot for each other," he laughed. Janet could only guess what he had in mind for her. She had very little time to think as the two intruders were making themselves comfortable in her bed. The boy pulled off his t-shirt and socks throwing them on the floor with his jeans. Then the two of them lay back against the pillows like royalty waiting to be attended. "It seems Miss Joanna is overdressed Mrs. Moore. Why don't you help her out of her clothes?" the kid suggested with mock gentility. Giggling, Joanna stretched her arms over her head completely surrendering to the anticipation of Janet's mission. She would offer no resistance; neither would she be of any help, leaving the woman to struggle on her own with the task. Janet knelt up on the bed straddling the girl's legs, and reached up to slip the thin straps from her shoulders. Joanna, limp and giggling, allowed her to lift her arms and slide the straps down one at a time. The bodice of the teddy was all lace and Joanna's dark nipples, already erect, stood out clearly against the fabric. With the arms free, Janet pulled lightly on the neckline and Joanna's youthful breasts popped into view. The nipples were large and as firm as fresh cherries. With the girl's arms stretched out above her head her smallish breasts flattened out to just a gentle swell from her rib cage. Sliding the lacy material down until it bunched around her hips, Janet bared the girl's upper body to just below the navel. "Kiss her tits and suck on her nipples," the boy directed. Joanna, grinning mischievously, snuggled down against the pillows, giving herself over to the married woman's compliance with the boy's orders. With a deep breath, Janet lowered her head and nuzzled the girl's chest. There was no other choice but to do as she was told and get them out of the house before Josie arrived back. There was no time to argue. She had never touched another woman intimately and the shock of having to do it now was unnerving. "Grab hold of them and squeeze them. Feel her up just like you like your tits felt Mrs. Moore. Put your mouth right on her nipples and suck," he instructed. Again the woman did exactly as she was told and Joanna's response was a low moan of pleasure. For several moments Janet teased the girl's nipples, licking and sucking them while Joanna groaned and giggled her enjoyment. "Pull that thing right off her," the kid ordered, indicating the teddy still lodged low on her hips. Dutifully, Janet tugged on the garment and Joanna lifted her bottom to let it clear her buttocks and slide down over her ankles and off. The girl was naked now. Janet, kneeling between her legs could not help but stare at the thick mat of dark curly hair that covered her mons. There was a thin line of ebony hair that started just below her navel and trailed straight down until it was lost in the wild tangle below. Janet's arms were trembling as they supported her weight above the girl. Her own nakedness seemed secondary now to the sexual vortex that was inexorably enveloping her. It was clear to her now just what they were expecting her to do and she felt traumatized by an ingrained fear and revulsion at being coerced into making love to another woman. Joanna reclined on her back, arms cast above her head, knees pulled up and thighs thrown wide open. She studied the agony of uncertainty painting Janet's face and the realisation of her power over the woman thrilled and aroused her. Janet was every snooty bitch in the world to her; every smooth, confident society priss who'd ever given her a hard time. It was a major turn-on to have control over the stylish woman's plight and knowing the bitch had no choice but to submit to whatever the laid on her. With a devilish giggle, Joanna reached between her legs, wet her fingers and then pressed them to Janet's lips causing the tormented woman to turn away in shame. Afternoon in the Sun Ch. 03 "What's the matter Mrs. Moore? Haven't tasted pussy before?" mocked the boy. Again, Joanna laughingly gather her moisture and smeared it on Janet's face before locking both hands behind the woman's head and tugging down toward her sex. The girl's hips were moving sensuously and when Janet's cheek touched her belly she lifted her bottom off the bed and rubbed her mons against her. "Kiss it woman," the girl demanded. "Kiss my little puss and make it feel nice. Put your tongue in there and taste me good!" she demanded, pulling Janet's face in contact with her wetness. Janet was still kneeling but her head was held down firmly by the girl and her soft mouth was jammed against the coarse mass of pubic hair. Every time the girl pumped her hips her pubic bone jarred into Janet's lips and teeth. In an effort to get some control back, Janet moved her hands up over the girl's belly and caressed her breasts as a gesture of submissive cooperation. The girl responded by relaxing her grip a little as she laid back passives accepting the woman's initiatives. With her tongue probing, Janet parted the thick wet hair and slipped between the nether lips in search of the girl's clit. Slowly circling the enlarged bud she sucked and licked gently until Joanna became a panting, mewling kitten, focussed only on her own pleasure. The boy knelt beside them on the bed watching and enjoying the show. His hand played familiarly with Janet's upturned buttocks slipping between her thighs to take liberties. Poking her fingers against her anus and probing between the married woman's labia while she stooped to pleasure Joanna. His girl friend was getting noisy as Janet brought her close to orgasm. Although everyone knew the black-haired girl was crazy about oral sex, he knew she had never been eaten by a woman before. Most of all he liked watching Mrs. Moore eat pussy just because he told her to do it. She thought she had to do whatever he said and that's exactly what he wanted her to think. He wished he had the camera with him to record her sucking cunt but there would be lots of other times for that. Janet had Joanna close to coming and the breathless wailing that was her trademark with half the guys at school was starting too. Without taking his eyes off the two women, he knelt in behind Janet and rubbed his erection along the separation of her cheeks. Finding the cleft of her womanhood, he pushed into her feeling the softness of her give way before the insistence of his prick. Joanna's face was still contorted with the intensity of her subsiding orgasm. Janet was just raising her head to get some relief from the aches in her overworked jaws and tongue. Not giving her even a moment to rest, the boy penetrated her right to the rubbery opening to her cervix. She laid her head back down on Joanna's belly as he held her tightly against him and pummelled his root into the deepest part of her. He could feel it hitting bottom on each stroke and sending its shocks waves through her. "Do you like that?" he grunted between thrusts. "It hurts," Janet answered honestly. "You just aren't used to it," he smirked. "How big is your husband's dick? As big as mine?" he demanded. "No I don't think so," Janet hissed between his battering strokes. "How big is it?" he persisted. "I don't know," she responded testily. "Can you get it all in your mouth when you suck him off?" "Yes!"...No!!" she responded in exasperation. "Well? What is it? Yes or No?" he pressed knowing she did not want to answer. "No." She snapped with what she hoped was finality. "Why not?" he taunted. "Is it too big or is your mouth too small?" "I've never tried," she retorted. "Does his prick feel bigger in your mouth than your boyfriend's?" he continued relentlessly. Janet hesitated then and said, "He's not my boyfriend!" "Mrs. Moore! You shameless slut!" he laughed. "You mean you sucked that guy off and let him eat your pussy and he isn't even your boyfriend? What would Mr Moore say?" he huffed in mock dismay. Janet hated the conversation and the kid's deep penetration was jarring and uncomfortable. She tried to move her head to the side and Joanna, who had been resting and quietly watching, pulled it back into contact with her pussy. Then, as if suddenly tiring of the game, the boy discarded Janet off to the side and out of the way. She lay on her back where he had pushed her, waiting to see what he was going to do. "Joanna here's got some talent she wants to show you," he began, pulling the girl to a sitting position. "She does things with a cock that you're going to be able to learn with a little practice." He promised. Janet watched as Joanna quickly slid into position and, without preliminaries, took the entire head of the boy's penis into her mouth. Moving her head up and down with a practiced expertise, she took in more and more of it until his pubic hair was touching her lips. Janet was amazed at how much the girl could fit in her mouth without gagging. She watched as Joanna would slowly back off, sucking hard until only the tip was still in her mouth. Then again and again she engulfed him swallowing up his glistening penis like a magician swallowing a sword. After a few minutes, Joanna pulled away and motioned to Janet. "Now you do it. Jason wants me to show you how to deep throat a cock." Just as they were trading places, the doorbell rang. Janet sprang off the bed to peek through the curtains to see who was there. Although the porch was partially hidden from her view the stroller on the front sidewalk alerted her that Josie was home from the park with Patrick and wanting to get in. "Quickly, you've got to go now!" she panicked, scooping their discarded off of the floor and trying to rush them out. The door chimed again and Janet pulled on her robe and scurried down the carpeted stairs. As soon as she had the door opened she said "Josie would you take Patrick down to the corner and pick up some extra milk?" The woman looked at her in confusion. "We got lots of extra milk in the fridge ma'am." "Well I want you to but more...so we don't run out," she improvised, knowing that the maid was already suspicious. "But..." "Oh Josie, just do it and don't argue all the time," Janet snapped, closing the door on the bewildered woman. Locking it she ran upstairs to her bedroom. Expecting to find them dressed and ready to leave, Janet was appalled to see them fornicating in her bed. "Nooo! You've got to go she pleaded. "I'm gonna come first and then I'll go," snorted the kid obstinately. "And you still gotta suck me off," he proclaimed, suddenly remembering that they'd been interrupted. "No! I can't. Not now!" She begged. "They'll be back in a few minutes and they can't see you here." The kid had rolled over on his back and was propped up on his elbows looking stubborn and argumentative. He didn't like the idea of her calling the shots and he was about to show her who's boss when she continued. "Look. You have to go. You can't stay here. I'll meet you somewhere ... anywhere. Wherever you say. You just have to leave now before they get back." The kid swung his feet onto the floor and began pulling on his clothes. It didn't take an Einstein to five out that cashing her ticket was a no-win for everybody. He only had control over her when she was afraid someone else might find out about her. If the shit hit the fan she'd have all kinds of different problems but he'd have no hold over her. "Get your ass moving he snarled at Joanna, tossing her clothes at her. "And you Mrs. Moore... you meet me in front of the milk store at Dundas and Sherbourne tonight at 7:30...and you better be there." With that he grabbed Joanna roughly by the wrist and propelled her, still straightening her clothes, toward the door. Moments after they were gone, Josie and Patrick arrived back at the door. The disapproval on the maid's face made Janet worry whether she had seen the other two leaving, or whether it was just anger over having to go for more milk. Right now, that was the least of her problems and she was just very relieved that she'd been able to get them to leave when they did. By mid afternoon, normality had returned and Janet busied herself writing a letter to her sister in Los Angeles while Josie vacuumed the carpets upstairs. The house was quiet and bore no signs of the morning's events. Robert phoned about three o'clock to remind her that they had theatre tickets for that evening. It was only after he hung up that she remembered the promise she had made to the boy. There was no way that she could not be there. He was liable to just show up here at the house again. Quickly, she redialled Robert's private business line and apologetically backed out of their theatre plans with another lie. Biting her lip she told him that she'd 'committed a long time ago to help out at a charity fund raiser and there was just no way she could wriggle out of it.' "Why don't you treat a friend to dinner and the show so the tickets don't go to waste?" Janet suggested. "I'll be tied up most of the evening and it makes no sense for you to be stuck at home all alone," she continued. Robert's initial pique at her disruption of their evening plans gave way to pondering his options for companionship. He agreed, albeit with some reluctance to take her advice and invite someone to go with him By five-thirty, Janet felt back in control. Josie was feeding Patrick his dinner in the kitchen and that had given her time to luxuriate in a long hot shower. It made her feel thoroughly clean and pampered again. She gathered up the wet towels and stripped off the soiled sheets from the morning and packed it all in the laundry hamper. Her sense of well being was short-lived however, as the phone jangled her back to reality. It was Robert again and Janet's initial relief at his having taken her suggestion was short-lived when he announced he was taking Gillian. "Maybe I'll ask Gillian." "Damn!" Janet thought in a panic of anger and jealousy. That was the last thing she wanted. Still, she managed a luke warm "that might be nice Rob. Have a great time," belying the knot in her stomach. All of the negative feelings that she harboured toward Robert's much lauded assistant put Janet's emotions on overload as she thought of what the evening held for her and what she had given away. She disliked the woman profoundly and to have pushed her and Robert together, even for an evening, heightened her feelings of vulnerability from all sides. Gillian's scheming nature was not lost on Janet even though she was sure that Robert saw her only as loyal, efficient and adoring. Without doubt, he also found her attractive as he had more than once commented on the effect she had on other men at their business meetings. To be continued.