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Foreclosure

By: Explorer222



Chapter 1

As Mary Hawley's husband Todd came in through the door she could see he was looking worried. "What is it now?" she asked plaintively. The thought of another financial reversal terrified her.

Todd hated to disappoint his pretty wife. Two years ago when she accepted his proposal of marriage he was ecstatic. He had never even dated such a sexy girl, let alone hoped to have one for a wife. At only five feet six inches tall he was not at all popular among the girls.  But Mary had seen something in him that she liked—a steady provider who would give her the security that had been lacking in her family. Now he was faced with having to tell her that her cherished security was slipping away.

"The firm has lost another client. The Kirbys decided they wanted more aggressive accounting. Their big tax bill was an unpleasant surprise."

"Oh no, Todd! The Kirbys provided almost half of your billings!"

He slumped into a chair, his shoulders sagging. "I know, I know. We'll never be able to catch up on our mortgage now." When he looked up at her she saw tears in his eyes.

Mary knew that her husband was not a strong man, and she felt sorry for him. For some time she had been aware of the seriousness of their financial situation. She had lost her own rather lowly clerical job three months earlier. Her earnings had not been much, but they had enabled them to make the mortgage payments. Now they were two months behind and receiving threatening letters from the bank.

"What are we going to do?" she wailed. "The bank is going to foreclose on our mortgage, and the equity we have is not enough to pay back the Jacksons."

The Jacksons were the people who had sold them their house and had financed their down payment. They were also their neighbours. The houses were close together in a cul-de-sac in a suburb of a big city. The Jackson's house was much larger than the others and had a long fenced in back yard bordered in the back by woods.

Keith and Liz Jackson were some fifteen years older than their twenty-five year old neighbours. Liz ran her own boutique clothing store in the village, and Keith was a successful writer who worked at home. Two years ago they had split off a piece of their property and built the spec house which they sold to the Hawleys. The Hawley house was quite nice, but nothing compared with the magnificent home of the Jacksons.

If he was honest with himself, Keith would have to admit that the good deal he had given to the Hawleys was influenced by his attraction to Mary. A man with an oversized sexual appetite, he was turned on by her pretty face and the wholesome innocence that seemed in conflict with the voluptuous body that she tried to keep hidden under loose-fitting clothes. Her long dark hair was usually tucked into neat arrangements on the top of her head. Occasionally Keith had a glimpse of it loose, and he fantasized about pulling the pins and letting it spill over her slender shoulders. 

He quite liked the idea of having her as a close neighbour.



Chapter 2

Liz Jackson knew her husband well. She was just as highly sexed as he, if not more so, and they shared fantasies and experiences that would make a seasoned hooker red in the face. The way he had looked at Mary Hawley was not lost on her. In fact she had confronted him with it and had encouraged him to make it easy for the Hawleys to buy the house. Afterwards while making love they had talked about things they would like to do together to Mary Hawley. Liz was openly bisexual, a trait which Keith found incredibly exciting. Discreet swinging parties were a big part of their lives.

When Mary lost her job and began staying at home all day, Keith had taken notice. A dense hedge grew along the fence that separated his back yard from hers, but he had managed to create a natural-looking hole in a place that gave him a view of the small sun deck on the back of her house. With nothing else to do, Mary had been working on her tan on that platform, clothed in a brief bikini that she would never have considered wearing in public.

After the first time he watched her Keith could not wait for Liz to get home so he could paint her a picture. "Liz, you would not believe the body on that girl. Talk about an hour glass figure! No wonder she never wears tight clothes or a belt at her waist. She would be hit on before she got ten feet!"

Liz laughed and her eyes sparkled. "You horny old man. Tell me more."

"I was hard as a rock looking at her. Her tits are just the right size, not huge and fleshy, but still big, and firm as melons. When she dropped the top of her suit to prevent tan lines I saw long, puckered nipples surrounded by areolas the size of egg yokes—I swear!"

"Yummm.... I see you are getting a stiffy just remembering. Let me help you with that while you continue." Liz slid her hand down inside the front of his pants and closed her fingers on the thick rod. "Now, what about the rest of her?"

"Ahhh... that feels so good.... I'd like you to be guiding me into Mary's sweet pussy. When she lay on her stomach and her little bubble ass was sticking up I imagined taking her from behind with you helping me."

She has an ass like a bubble?" chuckled Liz, squeezing and pulling until Keith was ready to explode.

"You would not believe... round and firm... her cheeks would just fit in my hands."

Liz was becoming as aroused as her husband. She liked women with shapely rear ends. "Sounds very spankable. How are we going to get to her my dearest?"

"Well, they owe us quite a bit of money. Maybe something will work out. In the meantime, would you please finish what you have started."

"You mean like this?"

"Oh yesss......."



Chapter 3

The next day marked a turning point in the relationship between the Hawleys and the Jacksons. Todd had gone to work to try to salvage what he could from his declining accounting business, and Mary was at home puttering around in her back yard. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a tight T shirt. A light bulb had burned out in the lantern on the wall above the back door, and she brought out a rickety kitchen stool to stand on to reach the light.

Keith was typing on his computer when he heard her scream. "HELP... please somebody help me!"

He rushed out of his front door and across the lawn to the walkway that led to the Hawley's back yard. When he rounded the corner he stopped dead in his tracks. Mary was standing on her tip toes with one arm stretched above her head, apparently caught on the ornamental hook on the side of the lantern. The kitchen stool was in a heap on the ground, twisted and broken beyond use.

"What happened?' he gasped.

"The stool collapsed and my leather bracelet got caught on the light. I can't raise my wrist enough to get loose."

Seeing that she was in no immediate danger, Keith relaxed and took in the scene. Her body was drawn upward like a bow, her T shirt riding up on her thrusting breasts so that her bare stomach was exposed. She looked totally helpless and vulnerable.

"You are quite a sight," he said grinning.

"I know. I'm so embarrassed Mister Jackson. My arm is hurting; can you please get me down from here?"

"Of course, my dear, but I am going to have to lift you up so you can unhook yourself."

Mary's eyes opened wide as Keith approached her. He took his time surveying her curves as if he were trying to decide on a modest way to lift her. There was no mistaking the lust in his look, and Mary took a deep breath. Finally he extended his hands and rested them on her hips.

"I will have to put my hands under your rump to get your weight off the ground. You don't mind do you?"

She minded a lot, but what could she do? Her arm was really beginning to ache. "I guess not," she said.

He cupped her firm little ass and pulled her up and against him. The hardness in his pants pressed into her stomach. Slowly he raised her off of her feet. "You will have to put your legs around my waist to hold yourself up while you loosen your wrist." He spoke nonchalantly as if she would be doing nothing unusual.

"Oh god...." , she muttered, but his hands were already under her thighs parting them and resting their tight flesh on his hips. "Now lock your ankles," he said. "Then you can take your time getting free without hurting yourself."

What he said made sense and she did it. Still she could not quite raise her hand enough to slip the bracelet over the hook. "A little higher," she cried.

Keith buried his face in the soft valley between her breasts and pulled upward on her ass. Her hand came free and her arms dropped over his shoulders. He had fucked many a woman in this position and was beside himself with desire. Mary felt his excitement and shuddered with embarrassment.

"I think you'd better put me down Mister Jackson," she stated firmly. "I am not in a very lady-like position. I don't think either your wife or my husband would approve."

He laughed and let her slide down his body to get her feet on the ground. Before he could touch her again she twisted away and ran back into her house. With great effort he stopped himself from pursuing her. "I will have her," he said to himself. "But I will not force her. She must be made to submit willingly."



Chapter 4

That evening Liz came home to a very agitated husband. He met her at the door with a glass of wine and guided her to sit beside him on the couch. "We have got to do something. That woman is driving me crazy."

"Driving you horny, you mean," she grinned. "I know that look in your eyes."

"Today she got her bracelet caught on the light over her door, and I had to go rescue her. Her cute little belly button was staring right at me. And the way her shirt was stretched across those perky tits made me so hard it hurt."

"Was she teasing you?"

"Oh no. She was clearly embarrassed. But she knew the effect she was having on me. I think I scarred her."

Liz shook her head. "We have to go slow with her. She has to be made to see she has no choice. Also it's important that her husband agrees to her meeting our demands."

"It's time for me to start pressuring him," said Keith. "He is in a very bad position financially. The terms of our loan to them allow us to take everything they have."

"Let's play good cop, bad cop," beamed Liz. "I will be the good cop with Mary and show her how she can save their situation."

"Good idea," said Keith. "The bad cop is going to call Todd right now and remind him of his legal status. Then tomorrow you can call on Mary and show her a way out."

Keith picked up the phone while Liz sipped her wine and listened. She knew that her husband could be very forceful and intimidating when he wanted to. As he dialled the number she imagined how the Hawleys were going to react.

"Hello Todd. This is Keith.... Yes, I'm fine thank you. But we have to talk about your failure to keep up with payments on your loan.... Yes I know your business is going through a rough time, but that is your problem, not mine. I spent a lot of money on that house you're living in, and I want what's due me."

He put his hand over the mouthpiece and grinned at Liz. "He's blubbering about needing more time."

"Tell him he's out of time," she whispered. "And remind him about the collateral on the loan."

Keith nodded. "Todd, I've heard all the excuses I'm going to. Now you either start making substantial payments or I'm going to start legal proceedings to evict you and seize the collateral, which as you remember is virtually everything you own, including that little boat you enjoy so much."

There was a long pause while Keith listened to Todd's lament. Then Liz saw her husband's eyes flair in anger. "What!  You sold the boat? Our contract stated that you could not do that without my permission! You are in big trouble my friend. That is fraud! You will be hearing from my attorney. Good night!"

"He sold the boat?" exclaimed Liz. "That's some nerve. But it means we really have them over a barrel."

"Yea, I can't wait to put that luscious wife of his over a real barrel and have my way with her."

Liz was thoughtful. "Here's what we'll do. Tomorrow I will console her and invite them to come for drinks after work to talk about the situation. I will imply that there are ways they can show good faith by doing things to begin to work off their debt."

Keith smiled. "Things like her stripping off her clothes and giving me a blow job."

"Not so fast," laughed Liz. "Let's play with her a while. She can do secretarial work for you and house cleaning for me. I can provide her with some appropriate uniforms from my boutique. No doubt she will make some mistakes and have to be disciplined."

"You are a naughty wife," said Keith as he kissed her neck. "I will tell Todd that I will hold off on legal proceedings as long as his wife is working for us. But if she does not perform to our satisfaction he can expect to be sued for everything he's got, plus criminal penalties for fraud."



Chapter 5

The next morning Liz waited until she saw Todd leave for his office, then she knocked on Mary's door. When Mary opened it and saw who was there, the young woman burst into tears. 

"Oh Mrs. Jackson. I'm so embarrassed. I did not know Todd had sold the boat. You and Mister Jackson must hate us."

"Now, now Mary. It's not as bad as all that. Let's talk. I'm sure we can work something out."

"Please come in. I don't know what we can do, but we'll try. Will you have some coffee?"

"No thank you. I have to get to my store and can only stay a minute. Now dry your eyes. You are much too pretty to be so red in the face."

Mary managed a small smile. "Thank you," she said. "But I feel anything but pretty right now."

"Nonsense," said Liz. "Just yesterday Keith commented on how attractive you were. He told me how he had to rescue you from that wicked lantern over your back door."

"Ohh.." Mary's face got even redder as she recalled her predicament and how she had to wrap her legs around Liz's husband and actually lock her ankles to keep from falling.

Liz gave her a knowing look. "We women sometimes have to take advantage of our god-given talents to get our men to behave. Now if you and Todd will come over for cocktails tonight, we can discuss the situation. Keith might have a way for you to deal with the debt."

Mary was not sure how to interpret Liz's remarks, but she was grateful for the offer of help. "We will come, of course. Todd has been so upset. I'm sure he will agree to do anything possible to satisfy Mister Jackson. We are honourable people. We've just had some bad luck."

"I know... I know..." said Liz soothingly. "Now don't fret. I'm on your side. My husband can be harsh, but if you and Todd will go along with my suggestions I can handle him."

"We'll do whatever you say, Mrs. Jackson."

"That's my girl. See you at six o'clock. Wear something sexy."



Chapter 6

Mary immediately called Todd at his office to tell him about her visit from Liz and the invitation to cocktails that night. She decided not to mention the inferences about the role her physical appearance might have on the solution to their problems. There was no mistaking the hard bulge in Keith's pants when he had lifted her off that pernicious lantern, but Liz did not seem at all jealous. In fact she seemed to be encouraging Mary to flirt with her husband.

Maybe flirting with Keith would not be such a bad idea. She doubted that her husband would mind. In the past when she had dressed provocatively and men had admired her in front of Todd, her spouse had acted more like a proud father than a jealous husband. Sometimes she regretted marrying such an ordinary, non assertive man. A man like Keith Jackson would not put up with his wife humiliating him.

"I think the Jacksons may give us a break," she said to Todd. "Mrs. Jackson said that her husband likes me and may have some work for me to do. I think tonight is like an interview, and I'm going to dress up to make a good impression."

"You do that honey," said Todd. "Any work you can get will help a lot."

With that encouragement Mary decided to go for broke. The day was hot, a perfect time to wear her new, sexy sun dress. It was cut low enough to show just a bit of deep cleavage, and with a wide leather belt cinched at the waist she knew her figure would be shown to good advantage. Also, she would wear thigh high stockings and high heels to call attention to her slender legs.

The day went by very slowly as Mary worried about their coming date with the Jacksons. At four o'clock she showered and fixed her hair. She wished that she had more suitable lingerie to go with the dress. As it was she had trouble adjusting the bodice so that her utilitarian bra did not show. And the old-lady panties did not seem to go with the stockings and high heels. 

Todd surprised her by coming home early and changing into his best suit. They were both anxious and said little to each other until it came time to leave.

"You look great in that dress," said Todd. "I'm sure Keith will want to hire you, no matter what kind of work he has in mind."

Mary blushed. "Thank you Todd. You look very nice yourself."

At promptly six o'clock they appeared at the Jackson's door. Liz greeted them warmly. "Come in... come in... Welcome to our humble abode. Keith is in the living room just opening some wine. Do you prefer red or white?"

"Either would be fine," Mary said nervously.

"What about you Todd?"

"Uh... white I guess."

"White it is then. Keith here are our guests."

The Jackson's living room was large and luxuriously decorated. Three expensive-looking oriental carpets covered most of the polished wood floor. A sturdy square coffee table served as the hub for three soft leather sofas, each of which contained multiple bright throw pillows. Keith was standing beside a mahogany bar filling a row of large wine glasses.

"Do come in," said Keith, handing them each a glass. "You look lovely, Mary. I love your little pink sundress.  I see you are not wearing your leather bracelet tonight."

Mary accepted the glass and stammered, "No sir, I got rid of that awful thing."

Keith smiled at her discomfort. "I didn't think it was awful at all."  He raised his glass. "Let's all drink to the future of our friendly neighbourhood."

Both Mary and Todd eagerly gulped their drinks. Todd decided to jump right to the subject of the gathering. He could not tolerate the suspense. "I hope we can remain in the neighbourhood Mr Jackson. If you will give me some time I'm sure I can meet my obligations under our contract."

Seeing Keith frown at Todd's pandering, Liz jumped in to play her role as the good cop. "Sure you can," she said with enthusiasm. "And in the meantime, Mary can help by doing some secretarial work and light housekeeping. Right Mary?"

"If that's what you want, but I don't have much experience in those areas."

"No problem. Keith and I can teach you. And you can help me in my women's clothing business by trying out some of my new outfits that are designed especially for private secretaries and maids."

Keith admired the way his wife was handling the situation. She really did have style, and she was leading Mary like a lamb to the slaughter. He determined to play his role as the bad cop. "I'm not so sure," he said. "Mary would have to agree to take explicit instructions and perform those jobs to my high standards. I cannot abide employees who fail to follow instructions."

Liz refilled Todd's glass and looked him in the eyes. "Do you think that will be a problem Todd? Can your wife follow orders? Keith is very strict."

"Oh I'm sure she can," he stammered.

"What about it Mary?" asked Keith in a stern voice. "If I'm going to give you more time on your loan and hold off on foreclosure proceedings you will have to do whatever I tell you, without exception. Are you prepared for that?"


Foreclosure



It was slowly beginning to dawn on Todd where things were going. He took a big swallow of his drink, not daring to look at his wife. For her part, Mary stood frozen like a wary deer which has just sniffed the presence of a hunter. On the one hand she hoped her husband would stand up to the Jacksons and take her home. On the other hand she tingled with excitement at the thought of being forced to serve a man like Keith.

"Have some more wine, dear," crooned Liz, saving the anxious young woman from having to answer the question. Things were moving along faster than Liz had anticipated. Todd was such a milk toast. Maybe they could nail down the deal that very night. After all Mary had come dressed to please.



Chapter 7

The wine was making it hard for Mary to think. No matter how much she sipped at her glass, it always seemed to be full. Liz was making sure of that. She took the bottle with her as she led Mary to sit beside her on the couch. At the same time Keith put his arm around the much smaller Todd and walked him toward the fireplace like he was counselling a school boy.

"Todd I want you to sit over here and watch while Liz and I show Mary some aspects of her new job. Finish up that glass of wine and I will give you some really good brandy. Drink up and relax. Everything is going to be okay."

While Keith proceeded to the bar to pour a large brandy for Todd, Liz was snuggling up against Mary on the couch and whispering in her ear. "You are a lovely girl, Mary. You can use your beauty to help yourself and your husband. All you have to do is what comes naturally. Here, let me moisten your lips for you."

Liz licked a finger and ran it over Mary's full lips. She wished her lips were as thick and succulent as this young woman's, whose mouth seemed to be designed for kissing and sucking. But for now she contented herself with running her wet finger lightly along the soft line. Mary shuddered and sucked in a deep breath.

"Stand up Mary." Keith's voice seemed to come from far away, but when she looked up he was standing right by the couch in front of her. She glanced toward the fireplace and saw her husband slumped in an upholstered chair with downcast eyes. Keith took her hand and helped her shakily to her feet. Liz stood beside her.

He put his hand under her chin and raised her face to stare into her eyes. "Mary, my wife Liz is going to help me demonstrate one of the requirements of the job. Then I want to hear from you and Todd that you are willing to comply. Liz, please show Mary what I want in a secretary."

Liz trailed a finger nail along Mary's shoulder and down her back to the zipper on her dress. "You see, Mary, my husband is a writer and he needs inspiration from his secretary. He will want to have your body available to him, to use as he pleases. You cannot be shy about showing your shapely breasts. Now hold still."

"Oh goddd.... Todd??.....  What should I do?"

"What should she do Todd?" echoed Keith. "Should I call my lawyer to start the foreclosure process? Or should we continue the foreplay process instead?"

Todd gulped his brandy. Keith's use of the word foreplay clearly implied that more would be demanded of Mary than merely showing her breasts. Not knowing what to say, and not daring to look at his wife, he buried his face in his hands.

"That's it," cried Keith in an exasperated tone. "Pull the zipper back up Liz. I'm going to call my lawyer right now."

The telephone was on a table by the door, and Keith purposely strode over and picked it up. He had begun punching in numbers when Mary called out again to her husband. 

"Todd?"

Todd raised his head. "I guess you have to do it Mary."

"Ohhhh.... what if people find out? My parents live in this town. They would die if they knew..."

"No one is going to know, Mary," Liz assured her. "The nature of your work for us will be our secret. I promise."

"If I have to...."

Slowly the zipper came down. The sun dress fell off of her shoulders and hung on her out-thrust breasts like a towel dangling from two hooks. Liz stepped back and admired the effect. "Why don't you take a seat Keith," she said to her leering husband. "I want to take my time unwrapping this package."



Chapter 8

Light headed from the alcohol, Todd was a jumble of confusing emotions. His wife looked so incredibly sexy as she acquiesced to having her body displayed to their sadistic neighbours. That was the word: sadistic. They were taking advantage of their money and power to humiliate him and his wife. But what could he do? Foreclosure would ruin them. And why was he feeling this strange excitement in his gut?

Keith sat down in an armless heavy wooden chair. "Doesn't she look delectable Todd," he said. "Your wife's tits are struggling to hold up the cover of her dress, but we all know it is going to be a losing battle, don't we?"

Again Todd experienced that tingle in his loins. He didn't trust himself to speak. Liz was watching him closely and grinning mischievously. "Turn a little this way, Mary," she said, pulling lightly on the young woman's arm. "We want both men to get a good view of the unveiling. That's good. Now clasp your hands behind you and pull your shoulders back."

Liz stood behind the trembling woman and eased the loose fabric over the high mounds of her breasts until it fell away and hung suspended from the belt at her waist. Mary's nipples stiffened against the confines of the three quarter cup white bra. She closed her eyes and rocked slowly from side to side, not daring to think about how she was being stripped in front of her neighbours and her husband.

"Oh my," exclaimed Liz. "That bra is absolutely hideous. It's much too big and stiff, and doesn't even fit properly. You must come to my store as soon as possible. In the meantime, we have to get rid of this thing. I am sure Keith would not like his secretary to be wearing such a monstrosity."

"Quite right," agreed Keith. "Do you agree Todd? Should Liz remove your wife's bra?"

It was clear to Todd that Keith was bent on humiliating him as much as possible. Still he found himself nodding meekly as he sucked more brandy from the huge glass.

Liz smiled at him. "That's a good boy, Todd. You really should share your wife's tits with your friendly neighbours." A quick flick of her wrists at the rear clasp and the bra popped off like it was on springs. Mary breathed deeply and her breasts swelled proudly on her chest, her nipples hard and thick.

Keith's eyes opened wide as he took in the conically shaped tits with some of the puffiest nipples he had ever seen. "Bring her here," he growled.

"Come along dear," said Liz. "It's best to obey Keith when he talks like that."

With her hands still clasped behind her Mary let Liz guide her until she was standing in front of Keith's chair. Her breasts were just about at the same level as his mouth, and she half expected to feel his lips on her tender buds. But instead he raised his hands to make two cup-like shelves under the jutting promontories. "Lower your tits into my hands, Mary," he said in a silky tone. "That will be a symbol of your submission."

Mary hesitated and looked over at her husband. Todd's eyes were glazed and his hand was squeezing the bulge in his pants. With a sigh she leaned over and let her breasts nestle into Keith's large palms.

"Good girl," purred Liz, as she stood back to take in the erotic scene.

"Get rid of her dress," barked Keith, his fingers kneading the ample flesh, and his thumbs strumming against the rubbery tips. Liz reached around the girl and undid the leather belt that was holding up the collapsed dress. A few tugs and it was in a puddle at her feet.

"More bad underwear," laughed Liz at the tight, white panties that covered Mary from her thighs to her stomach. "But they do cling nicely to her bubble butt."

Keith was in no mood for more delay. "Take them off," he said. "I want to check out this sweet pussy. From the little noises she is making, I expect to find her wet and ready."

It was true; Mary was aroused from the stimulation her tits were receiving and from the hopelessness of her situation.  The fact that her husband was turned on and enjoying the scene killed whatever inhibitions she had left. Little mewing sounds were coming from her throat.

"Ohhh... what are you doing to me???  Ahh... please don't pinch... so..... hard.... Ohhhh..."

"Raise your foot my dear," said Liz helpfully. "We have to get these man-sized panties over your shoes.... that's my girl...."

"Leave on her stockings and heels," said Keith. "Very nice...."

Liz massaged Mary's bare ass with both hands. "Delicious," she said. "And very spankable."

"Let's hope she doesn't give us cause for that," chuckled Keith, as he sat back and admired the nearly naked body before him. "You're not going to be disobedient, now are you Mary?"

"No sir, but I feel so ashamed standing before you like this."

"Nothing to be ashamed about," he said. "You have a beautiful body—worthy to be my secretary if you behave. Now I am going to put my hand out like this, and I want you to walk your pussy into it, just like you did when you lowered your tits. Then you will know I own all of you."

Mary's breathing became short and shallow. She knew that her pussy was wet and that soon Keith was going to know it too. It was at once the ultimate humiliation and the ultimate thrill. With baby steps she advanced until the damp hairs were snuggled firmly against his fingertips.

"OHHH... what is happening to me??"

"Move your feet apart."

She did as ordered and was instantly rewarded with a slippery finger plunged up to the knuckle. "ARRGGGH......."

Keith smiled at Liz. "It's like putting my finger in a just opened warm potato lathered with butter," he said.

"Make her hump it," responded Liz in a voice thick with lust.

"You heard the lady," said Keith. "Bring yourself off on my finger.... NOW...."

Sensing her need to be forced, Keith began slapping her tits with one hand while he screwed his finger in and around in her pussy with the other. Mary went totally berserk, stamping her feet and screaming as the orgasm overtook her.



Chapter 9

The intensity of Mary's orgasm surprised them all. Her squeals of pleasure and the sight of her body dancing on his finger inflamed Keith's passion to the point where he could not wait any longer. With a hungry roar he pulled his hand away, bounded to his feet, and dropped his pants. His earlier decision not to wear his boxers meant that he was exposed and ready.

"My god, I've never seen you so big," exclaimed Liz.

"She has me so hot," he moaned as he cupped Mary's ass and pulled her to him. "I want her with her legs around my waist like when she was caught on the lantern, only this time with her impaled on my cock."

As Keith lifted her, Mary's legs reflexively went around his waist. She was still in a daze from what his fingers had done to her, and her pussy was aching to be filled. The strong hands on her ass maneuvered her into position.

Mary felt the head of Keith's cock skating around on the slick surface between her thighs. She wiggled to try to capture him, but he kept sliding to one side or the other. Frustrated, he lifted her higher and looked at Liz, who was watching the scene with mounting excitement. "Come help me," he said. "Put me in her."

Liz took two quick steps and knelt beside the entwined figures. Wrapping her hand around her husband's huge erection she palpitated her fingers as she centered the head between the young woman's squirming thighs. To further arouse her, Liz rubbed the hot knob back and forth, and then around her portal, until it settled of its own accord in just the right spot.

"Uhhhhh...." Mary sucked in a deep breath and her body stiffened in anticipation. Never had she felt something that big and that hard about to enter her. With a smile Liz sat back on her haunches and watched as Keith used his hands on Mary's ass to twist her hips back and forth and screw her down on his eager cock. Liz remembered how her own desire always peaked at that moment of surrendering to the pleasure-giving organ that seemed to have a life of its own. Once it was fully lodged, Liz knew that Mary would wallow in the sensation of being totally filled.  She doubted that little Todd had ever given Mary that experience.

"Oh god... oh god.... oh...... yes..... oooohhhh....". Mary was crying and moaning as Keith turned and bounced her, penetrating the tight sheath.  To provide more pressure he began a slow walk around the room, stuttering his gait to provide the maximum stimulation.

"My god, she's tight," he groaned.

"She's never had a man like you," responded Liz. "Keep it up. She's loving it."

"Don't worry," he laughed. "Nothing could make me stop. I'm going to drag this out a long time."

Liz was well aware of the staying power of her husband. His ability to delay his own fulfilment until he had given his partner the ultimate in pleasure was a subject of admiration among their small group of swinging friends. From the way Mary was reacting, Liz was thinking that their sexy neighbour was probably multi orgasmic. Keith could be bouncing her around the room for quite a while.

In the meantime, however, Liz was too hot to merely sit there and watch. She looked over at Todd and saw from his eyes and the position of his hand on his pants that in spite of his humiliation, or maybe because of it, he was turned on by the scene. It was time to have some fun with him.

"How are you doing Todd?" she asked sweetly as she sat on the arm of the big soft chair into which he was slumped. "Are you enjoying seeing my husband fuck your wife?"

"No......", he sighed. "It's not right," but as he said it, his hand kept moving on his crotch.

"Here, let me help you with that," purred Liz, leaning down and putting her mouth close to his ear. At the same time she put a hand on his thigh and began inching it upward. "Why don't you move your hand away and let me take over. There.... that's a good boy."

"Ohhh... that feels so good.....," he moaned. "But I'm so ashamed. I should not be letting Mister Jackson do this to my wife."

"Nonsense. There's nothing to be ashamed about. Your wife is enjoying it, and so are you. We are put in this world to enjoy life, and it is our duty to help others enjoy it too. Now relax while I just pull down this zipper...."

"AAAHHH...."

"That's it. Now just put your head back and close your eyes. It's not that you have any choice anyway. You have done a bad thing in selling the collateral for the loan that we gave you, and now you must pay with the only currency you have, namely your wife."

Todd's pants were now opened and Liz fished his throbbing organ out through his shorts. It was six inches long and hard as a rock. "Well, what have we here?  Such a nice cock you have Todd. Bigger than I would have thought for a man your size. And it does seem to like my hand."

"Oh yes... that feels soo wonderrrrful.."

Suddenly a crashing noise from across the room made them both look over at Keith and Mary. The noise had come from a wine bottle being knocked off the bar and smashing onto the floor. Keith was sitting on a bar stool with Mary on his lap facing him, her legs still wrapped around his waist and her ankles locked together. He had pushed her back up against the bar so he could get at her tits with his hands and mouth. She was humping him and yelping like a dog in heat.

"Your wife is a screamer," laughed Liz. "Keith will like that. He will make her cum half a dozen times before he is through with her."

"She won't love me anymore," sobbed Todd, helpless as Liz's soft hand moved up and down on him.

Don't worry," said Liz, sliding off the arm of the chair and onto her knees on the floor. "Keith and I will teach you ways to keep her happy. And she will learn things to make you a happier husband. Things like this...."

Holding his cock by the base, Liz bent her head and extended her tongue toward the tip. Her eyes looked up into his, engaging him and prolonging the moment before he would feel the soft, hot wetness on the most sensitive spot on his body. He sucked in his breath and looked back at her like a puppy about to be fed.

"Do you want this Todd?" she whispered.

"Ohhh goddd... yes... please......"

"Are you going to be a good boy and bring your wife to us whenever we want?"

"Ohh... yes... yes... damn it yes...."

She rewarded him with a brief lick, which only served to inflame him more. "And you won't object when Mary comes to work everyday as our maid and secretary.... you go off to work knowing the kinds of things she will have to do?"

"What can I do?"

"Nothing. Now enjoy. And then you are going to do me."

Todd sighed and leaned back as Liz pulled his pants down and off. His cock waved in the air through the opening in his blue shorts like a channel marker in a harbour. She smiled as she saw him close his eyes in anticipation.

"Keep your eyes closed Todd," she purred as she removed his shoes. "It will be better that way."

He was completely under her spell and didn't even consider disobeying her, or what might happen if he wasn't watching. His wife was continuing to make noises like she was building towards another orgasm, and he was not sure he wanted to see that again.

Liz blew on his cock to keep him stimulated, and then quickly got up and retrieved the special handcuffs from under the chair. The cuffs consisted of two simple Velcro bands with tethers that attached to the back legs of the chair on either side. Liz and Keith had become experts in using them to secure a person's wrists to the sides of the chair in just a couple of seconds. By the time Todd realized what had happened his hands were tied and he was helpless.

"Hey!" he cried, his eyes popping open. "What are you doing?" He tried lifting his arms and found that he could move them only a few inches. The sudden realization of his vulnerability took some of the starch out of his erection.

"I'm making sure you don't interfere with my fun," she said, her voice taking on a harsher tone. Again kneeling in front of him, she put her hands on the waist band of his shorts and jerked them down over his legs and feet. Sitting back she leered at him and gently slapped his cock back and forth, restoring it to its former glory.

"You're going to sit there and take it, no matter what I want to do. And right now I want to take a few pictures."

"NO!" he yelled. "Please, no pictures. Nobody can ever know about this!"

The smile she gave him could only be described as diabolical. "And nobody will ever know as long as you and Mary behave. The pictures will insure that you do."



Chapter 10

It was after midnight when Keith finally told Mary and Todd they could go home. Mary had been thoroughly used, front and back, by both her tormentors, and she had cum more times than she could keep track of. Not so for her poor, humiliated husband. Liz had teased him mercilessly and made him lick her to several climaxes, but she had denied him release.

"We are not home wreckers, Todd," she had said to him the last time she had withdrawn her mouth at the critical point. "I want you to save yourself for your sweet wife. She will need confirmation that you still desire her after what has happened tonight."

Todd knew that he should be mortified and angry after seeing his wife give herself so shamelessly to another man, and to so obviously enjoy doing it. But the fact was he was so turned on that as soon as he got home he took his wife to bed and ploughed into her, desperate for relief and to get reassurance that Mary still loved him.

Although Mary was tired and sore she accepted Todd's need and responded as best she could. Afterwards they said nothing to each other, but fell almost instantly asleep, exhausted from all the alcohol and emotional trauma.




Foreclosure



In the morning Todd woke and looked over at Mary. She was lying on her back, her eyes open staring at the ceiling. He knew they had to talk and process what had happened.

"Hi sweetheart," he said. "Are you feeling okay?"

She turned her head toward him and smiled. "My head hurts from all that wine, and parts of me are really sore, but I guess I'm okay. What about you?"

"My head hurts too. And I'm starting to try to sort out my feelings about last night. I saw a side of you that I did not know existed."

"I didn't know either."

"How did you feel letting Keith and Liz do all those things to you?"

"It was like I was swept away into a different dimension. I had no control and didn't want any. In the beginning I was worried about what you would think, but when I saw that you were turned on and didn't object, I let go. I am still tingling inside from the excitement of it."

Her positive comment triggered his deep insecurity, and he blurted out his next question even though he was afraid of the answer. "What was it like doing it with Keith compared to me?"

Mary hesitated. She knew that her husband's ego was fragile. But after the last night's experience she knew that their marriage would never be the same. The only course was to acknowledge the truth and hope that things would work out. Todd's participation in what had happened gave her an indication that it might be okay.

"It was different," she began. "You are loving and make me feel treasured. Having sex with you brings us close, confirms our commitment to each other. Keith had his way with me like an animal, a stallion who takes what he wants without regard for the female. I had no say in the matter; he controlled me. I felt his power, both physically and because of the situation where I have to please him in order for us to keep our house. It was intense."

Todd thought back on what he had witnessed. "Keith was not concerned only with his pleasure. He put a lot of effort into making sure you enjoyed it too."

"That was part of his power trip. He got off on forcing my responses. It was certainly not rape."

"Would you want to do it again?" Todd held his breath.

"Todd, honey, I love you. I want us to stay together. But I don't think I have any choice. We need the Jacksons' financial support, and yes, I know I will want that kind of ecstasy again. You have to believe that it is purely sexual; I don't love Keith Jackson."

"It is so humiliating...."

"Tell me something, Todd. Be honest. Weren't you sexually excited by being humiliated like you were last night?"

He could not bring himself to admit the truth of what she said. But as he thought about it the slight rising of the sheet gave her the answer.

"I thought so," she laughed. "Now let's get up and have some coffee and aspirin. Liz insisted that I show up at her store by nine o'clock. She wants to outfit me with some new clothes before the boutique opens at eleven. And you have to go to work."



Chapter 12

That same morning Liz and Keith sat on their patio sipping coffee and talking about what had happened the previous night. "I never expected them to give in so soon," said Keith. "That Mary is one hot piece."

"She sure is," agreed Liz. "Once she had an excuse to give up control she was ready for whatever we wanted. So was her wimp of a husband."

"I saw you giving him head," said Keith in a mock scolding tone.

"Just enough to push him to the edge. Then I had him lick me while I watched you drive that woman out of her gourd. How did you ever manage to hold back so long?"

"I was determined to make her addicted to the sensations. Now she will want it again and again. Also it is always better for me the longer I hold out."

Liz looked at her husband lovingly. "You did good. And when you finally turned her over to me, she was like Jell-O. I had no trouble making her lick my tits and pussy."

"At that point I didn't care what you made her do," said Keith. "I was satiated. But you left poor Todd in such a state. He was literally drooling as he watched his wife suck on your nipples and then put her mouth between your legs." 

"I deliberately left him on the edge," Liz said. "I wanted him to take Mary home and fuck her again. After all, we are not home wreckers."

"What should we do with them next?" asked Keith with a smile and a hand on his wife's thigh. "It's such fun having a young married couple as pets. We can train them to do whatever we want."

Liz grinned mischievously. "Todd gets off on being humiliated. Let's make him get his wife heated up for us while we watch. He could slowly strip her and stimulate her until she was good and wet, and then he would have to bring her to us like an offering to the gods."

"Fantastic!" exclaimed Keith. "And we can shame him further by emphasizing his small stature. All short men like him are sensitive on that issue. Mary is taller than he as it is, and if she were wearing high heeled boots while he was shoeless, he would look like a little kid next to her."

"I'll bet his dick is not so little when he is being humiliated like that," chuckled Liz.

"That's a good bet," agreed her husband. "Of course, the big humiliations will come when we make them perform for our friends."

Liz shook her head. "Let's go slow and keep them to ourselves for a while. Eventually we will want to involve some of our special friends, but I know that will be a big hurdle for them. They are too worried about other people finding out. You saw how Todd reacted when I started taking pictures."

"Yea, he had a hissy fit. I hope you got some good ones."

"They're unbelievable. I must have taken two hundred, and I've looked at only half of them so far. You see not only the detail of what was happening, but you see the lust in their expressions. There is no way they can allow their vanilla friends and families to see those pictures."

"Maybe we should show them a few to put the fear of god in them."

Liz thought for a moment. "Good idea, but let's wait until we feel some resistance, which will probably be when we first involve other people. No need to cause them undo anxiety."

"You are such a softy," laughed her husband. "So, back to today. What do you have in mind? I'm ready to go again."

"Easy there big fellow," she chided as she patted the expanding bulge in his trousers. "Mary is coming to my boutique at nine o'clock, and I am going to fit her in some new clothes, from the tips of her cute toes to the tips of those incredible nipples. Count on me to make sure she emerges as one sexy-looking secretary. Then I will tell her to report to you for her first day's work."

"I've been thinking about what I will have her do. There's some filing, some typing of my notes, and some internet research for the novel I'm working on. I want to give her some real secretarial work as well as play with her."

Liz had an idea. "Why don't you turn on the monitoring system so you can record what happens and show me the good parts later? Maybe we can capture some footage of her that we can use later like the pictures I took last night."

The Jacksons had an elaborate security system that made video tapes of the activity in all rooms of the house. Hidden in pictures frames, ceiling lights, and other places were high quality cameras and microphones. An intruder's image would be captured on tape so he could easily be identified. The system was also added to provide another dimension to some of the Jacksons' special parties.

"Will do," said Keith, "but you know how boring it can be reviewing hours of playback."

"You will know where the interesting parts are," answered Liz. "And don't forget to have her do the housework," said Liz. "I am leaving dirty dishes and laundry, and the bed is unmade. She is going to be busy."

"I'll make sure she does it all, and provides me with eye candy in the process. As soon as she gets here I'm going to show her my homemade paddle, 'The Enforcer'.

The mention of the paddle made Liz raise her eyebrows. Keith had made the sexy spanker out of a strip of quarter inch plywood. It was about 24 inches long and 2 inches wide, rectangular except for the sculpted handle. He had sanded it super smooth, painted the words 'The Enforcer' along its length, and then sealed it with several coats of polyurethane. The thin wood made it flexible enough to sting without leaving welts.

Whenever Keith used 'The Enforcer' on Liz it had always resulted in an intense sexual experience. He was uncannily accurate in the way he could swat her ass and tits, even as she danced around the room trying to avoid him.  Liz did not want to miss out on Mary's first encounter with the combination of pain and pleasure that awaited her. "Please honey, you can show her, but don't use it without me."

He laughed. "Of course not my dear. I will save that experience for the appropriate time. But I want Mary to be thinking about it. Unless I miss my guess, she will be obsessing on the thought of it, fearing it and wanting it at the same time. We saw how she got off on being forced."

"I know the feeling," said Liz with a shudder. "But now it's off to the store. See you around six tonight."



Chapter 13

Shortly before noon Mary timidly approached the Jacksons' front door. Keith had been watching for her, and he opened the door just as she was reaching for the brass knocker. The surveillance system was running.

"Hello Mary," he said warmly. "I have been expecting you. Come in and let me see you in your new secretary outfit."

Mary took a deep breath and stepped into the elegant entrance hall. Keith looked her over and was surprised at her conservative attire. At first glance she looked like a female business executive reporting for work in a big city corporate office. A dark blue, tailored skirt was topped with a white blouse that was covered with an open-collar, light blue jacket. Both the blouse and the jacket had buttons down the front, with only the topmost buttons undone.

"Well, don't you look like the company president," said Keith as he walked around her. "You should be giving me orders instead of the other way round."

"No sir.... I mean I know who is in charge here." Then clearing her throat, she continued. "Mrs. Jackson told me to explain to you why she chose these particular clothes for my first day."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"She, Mrs. Jackson, said to tell you that a good secretary knows how to adapt her wardrobe to the situation." Feeling very uncomfortable Mary blushed as she went on with the message she had been ordered to give. "Mrs. Jackson said that with the right outfit a woman can appear either conservative or sexy depending on the state of a few buttons. She said you would know what to do."

Keith was amused. "Ah...  Leave it to Liz to make things more exciting. And there will be times when I want you to appear prime and proper when greeting certain guests. But this is not one of those times. Come on into the living room so I can make some adjustments in your appearance."

Knowing she had no choice in the matter, Mary shuffled forward in her four inch, open toed pumps. Her sheer thigh high stockings rubbing together made a sound like fine sandpaper on a wax surface. Keith stood in the middle of the room, waiting. When she was two feet away from him she stopped and, with her arms at her sides, looked up at her new boss. "Yes sir?" she said, waiting for his next instruction.

"What else did Mrs. Jackson tell you?"

"She said that when I first arrived I was to reaffirm that I will obey you in all things."

"And?"

"What if you order me to murder someone?"

Keith raised his eyebrows. "Good question. But I assure you that I will not order you or Todd to do anything that is illegal in a permissive society."

Encouraged by his positive response, Mary pressed to pin him down. "What do you mean, 'permissive society'?"

"I mean Europe or San Francisco, not Iran."

"Oh."

"Now that you know the limits, what do you say?"

Mary took a deep breath. "I think last night Todd and I demonstrated our willingness to obey you."

"Liz told you to reaffirm it."

"Okay, I reaffirm it."

"Good. Now did Liz tell you to say anything else to me?"

"There was one more thing, but I didn't understand it. She wanted me to remind you to keep something called 'The Enforcer' under control unless she was present."

Keith smiled broadly. "Sometimes I think my wife has a sadistic streak. See that paddle hanging on the wall behind the bar? That's 'The Enforcer'."

"Oh."

"I made it myself, and it is very effective. But don't worry about that right now. You look so uncomfortable in those tight clothes. It's time to make some alterations. Please hold still."

"Yes sir."

"First we'll undo three of the five buttons on your jacket.... there... now isn't that better? You must have felt constricted before."

With the fasteners undone the jacket gaped open down almost to her waist. The white blouse underneath stretched tightly across her thrusting breasts, the buttons threatening to pop at any moment. Liz had deliberately chosen a blouse that was two sizes too small. Still the buttons went all the way up, and there was only a small amount of flesh exposed below her neck.

"This must be the intermediate stage," Keith said as he ran his eyes up and down her front. "With the jacket open it is clear there are sizable treasures underneath, but the overall statement remains conservative. However, if we were to loosen three or four buttons on the blouse....."

The tension on her blouse made it difficult to push the buttons back through the holes, and Keith took his time. "There's the first one.... and there's the second one.....  Ah, now I can finally see a little skin.  No, don't look away. Keep your eyes on mine."

As she looked at his confident expression Mary felt a rush. Somehow being forced to stare at him while he was exposing her neck and shoulders enhanced her sense of helplessness and submission. 

"I think we need to loosen two or three more.... my they get harder to do as we move down... the pressure on these poor little buttons is incredible. There. Now, shoulders back!"

Keith took a step back to admire the effect of his work. The white blouse was now open half way down her chest, and the exposed sides of her breasts created a fleshy cleavage that drew his eyes like a drain draws water. He could not see any evidence of a bra; yet her tits were perfectly shaped and contained. 

"Beautiful," he exclaimed. "Dressed like that as a secretary you would cause a riot in most offices. But I am curious about how Liz has dressed you underneath to achieve such a delicious effect."

Mary tensed as Keith inserted a hand under the flap of her blouse and felt over the top of her breast. Ever so slowly he continued until his finger tips encountered the edge of the special bra Liz had fitted to her. Liz had called in a 'quarter bra', because it cupped about a quarter of the breasts from under and to the outside, pushing them up and in. Keith slipped two fingers under the edge of the satin fabric and immediately came up against the nub of her nipple.

"Well, what have we here?" he joked. "I'll bet you could be made to look much sexier if we could harden this up a little. Ah yes.... I remember how big and puffy you got last night.... perhaps a little pinch ...."

"Ahhh...."

"Definitely bigger. And look at this. The bra has a little pouch in just the right place to let a stiff nipple protrude and bulge whatever outer garment the woman is wearing. My wife truly has the best boutique in town."

"OOOooo... please Mister Jackson, don't pinch so hard..."

Keith hesitated, and then withdrew his hand. "Okay," he said. "If I don't stop now I'll never get any writing done today. There is real secretarial and housework for you to do, but don't you dare change the way I have arranged your clothing."

"Yes sir... I mean, no sir, I won't change anything. What is my first task?"

"Go into the kitchen and make us some sandwiches for lunch. You will find an apron to wear to protect that expensive outfit. Make whatever kind of sandwich you want, but they'd better be good. You have ten minutes."

"Yes, Mister Jackson," said Mary as she turned toward the hall leading to the kitchen.



Chapter 14

Keith went into his office and picked up the phone to call Liz at her store. He wanted to compliment her on the way she had dressed Mary.

"Liz, that outfit is brilliant! At first I didn't know what to make of it, but once I started undoing a few buttons..."

"I thought you would like it," laughed Liz. "It's always more fun to start slow and build up. Also I knew it would arouse Mary to be gradually exposed by a real man."

"Yea, I could see it in her face, and feel it in her hardening nips."

"How far have you gone?"

"Her jacket and blouse are both still on, held by a few of the lower buttons. I sent her into the kitchen to make us lunch."

"I wish I were there," said Liz. "But I've got a couple of good customers about to spend a lot of money. One thing you should know before we hang up. That skirt she has on is a wrap around held only by a piece of Velcro at the waist. If you pull it, she will spin like a top and the skirt will come off like you are peeling an apple."

"Wow."

"And I think you will like what you see with the skirt gone. Mary has great legs, and they show well in her new sheer stockings and high heels. And she is wearing my sexiest bikini panties."

"Incredible."

"Take off the skirt, but leave on her unbuttoned jacket and blouse and make her dust the bookshelves in your office. I've got to go now... see you later."

Keith hung up the phone and stood looking toward the kitchen. Liz's suggestion had him hard as a board. He thought about how lucky he was to have a wife who made life so exciting. How many men got all the sex they wanted, with whomever they wanted, with their wife's participation and encouragement?

He checked his watch and started moving to the dining room. "Your ten minutes are up Mary. Are the sandwiches ready?"

"Yes, Mister Jackson," she replied. "I've made ham and cheese, with lettuce and tomato."

"Bring them to the dining room, along with a beer for me and whatever you want to drink."

He sat at the table and watched her bring in the two plates containing the sandwiches. As she leaned over to put his plate in front of him the motion caused her blouse to fold to the sides, giving him an unobstructed view of the inner slopes of her breasts. He could not resist the temptation to put his hands on her.

"Hold it right there," he ordered. She froze in her bent position, her hand still on his plate. He put his left hand on her ass and pulled her in closer to the table. At the same time he doubled his right hand into a fist and thrust it into the valley between her hanging tits.

"Ahhh.... Mister Jackson... please.... I thought we were going to have lunch."

"In due course," he said, twisting his hand and revelling in the way her flesh moulded itself to his knuckles. "Now straighten up. I want to make another adjustment to your clothing."

She stood and he pushed his chair back so that he was facing her, his eyes at the level of her waist. Sure enough, there was a little tab of fabric at the side that seemed to be hiding some kind of fastener. He grabbed it with his right hand and pulled, using his left hand on her hip to propel her in a spinning motion as the skirt unravelled.

"Oh no.....", she protested. "How did you know how to do that?"

He continued forcing her to twirl until after one complete rotation the skirt was in a pile at her feet. Her stocking covered legs were inches from his face, with the bare skin above the elastic bands beckoning him to bury his face between her thighs. The jacket hung down partially covering her panties, adding to the erotic effect.




Foreclosure



Cupping her ass in his hands he pulled her toward him and nuzzled his face on her bare stomach, just above her panty line. "Didn't I tell you I wanted a beer," he mumbled between nibbles at her skin.

"Yes... yes... I'll get it right now....", she whimpered.

"See that you do," he said, releasing her and sitting back. Mary put down her plate and shuffled quickly into the kitchen, pulling at the tails of her jacket in a vain attempt to cover her ass. As she opened the refrigerator she looked down at herself and realized that she was half naked less than hour into her new job. Clearly she was not being employed for her secretarial skills. She was to be Keith Jackson's sex toy, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine.

When she returned with the cold can of beer Keith had already taken two bites of his sandwich. "Not bad," he said, "but a little heavy on the mayo. Come sit on my lap and eat your lunch."

She did not like the idea of being on Keith's lap with nothing covering her but the thin panties. "Oh, don't you think that will be awkward?" she protested. "I may spill something on you. I'll just sit over here."

"Mary!" The tone of his voice told her that he was not pleased. After a few seconds of enduring his cold stare, she wilted. "Oh all right. But don't blame me if some of this mayo gets on your clothes." Holding her plate in one hand, and still tugging on her jacket with the other, she settled sideways onto his lap.

He took the plate from her and put it on the table. "This jacket has served its purpose," he said. "Now it's just in the way. I can see it is bothering you." The last two buttons yielded to his fingers, and he began slipping the garment over her shoulders.

"No...," she cried, not wanting to be even more naked under his gaze.

Keith's voice was harsh. "Mary, I have had enough of your disobedience. When you accepted this job did you not agree to do whatever I asked?"

"Yes, but..."

"But nothing. There, it's gone. Now eat your sandwich."

She picked up a cut half and began to nibble at it, trying to ignore the fact that her hard nipples were pushing against the thin blouse right under his eyes. For a minute neither spoke as Keith finished eating and sipped his beer. Then suddenly he lowered his hand and placed the cold can against her bare stomach.

"OHH...", she jumped and clutched her sandwich, causing a large glob of mayo to squirt out the side and fall on her neck.

"Now look what you've done, you naughty maid," chuckled Keith. "I'm going to have to clean you up."

He put down the beer can and used the tips of two fingers to smear the mayo over her neck and down into her cleavage. "Oh my, some has gotten on your new bra, even on the under side. However if I lift it up I should be able to wipe it clean." But instead of scrapping off the mayo, Keith slid three fingers underneath the edge of her bra and began massaging the creamy mixture onto her nipple.

"AAHH...", Mary's reaction was immediate. Her gradual undressing had primed her, and the slippery fingers on her hyper sensitive nipple brought her instantly to full arousal. Keith met no resistance as he pulled the bra down and uncovered her tit. The sight of the engorged tip covered with the white sheen of the mayo drew his mouth like a bee to a honeycomb.

"There's only one way to get this stuff off of you...... ummm....."

"Oh god....  Mister Jackson, what are you doing?  Ohhh.... please......  ohhh..  harder.... yesss.... your teeth.... oh god......"

He loved the texture of her puckered nipple and licked and sucked at the tangy sauce until not a trace was left. Then he used his finger to smear on more and went back to work. Mary grabbed his head and pulled it into her breast, totally lost in the sensations. Her ass bounced on his lap, and her thighs parted to make way for the hand that was worming toward her very wet pussy.  When his fingers touched her she cried out and thrust her hips upward.

Keith was amazed at her passion. "You are one very hot piece," he growled, "much too much for little Todd. He's lucky to have neighbours like Liz and me to keep you satisfied." 

"Ohhh..."

His finger tips were now busy on the outside of her panties just over her pussy. To his surprise a wandering finger found its way through a slit in her panties onto her swampy nest. That brought his head up "Well, what's this?" he exclaimed, looking into her eyes, "an opening in your panties just like the fly on a man's shorts."

"Oh god.... your finger.... ummm... your wife told me you would find it... and then I was supposed to give you another message....."

"Ah, my wonderful wife. What did she say to tell me?"

"That... oh it's so humiliating... ahhhhh... you have to stop or I can't talk... okay, she made me promise to tell you that the slit was for you to have easy access to me whenever you wanted..."

He laughed as his finger continued its exploration through the convenient opening. "I love it. It's a great symbol of your status as my girl toy, and so practical. Now swing your leg over and straddle me. I want to see if something beside my finger can get through this hole."

"Yes...yes...," she whimpered, totally lost to the lust being fired by his skilful finger. In an instant she manoeuvred her body so that she was facing him, her legs spread on either side of his thighs. He had only to open his pants to free his cock and steer it to the right position to poke through the slit in her panties.

She threw her head back and grabbed his shoulders with both hands. One tit with its puckered nipple still hung outside her bra, dancing in front of his eyes and demanding attention. His left hand closed on the succulent fruit, as his right hand squeezed her ass and pulled her to him, slowly impaling her.

"Every time you wear panties like this you will be aware of how easy it would be for me to get to you," he teased, momentarily pausing to let her muscles relax to accommodate him. "You will see me looking at you in a certain way and know what I am thinking. It will make you hot."

His words asserting his power over her broke through the last of her inhibitions. "OHHH SHIIITTT," she screamed, twisting and humping and drawing him fully into her. "DO ME MISTER JACKSON....I can't stop you... I have to let you..... It's for my husband.... And to pay our debt... OHHHHH... "

"That's right", said Keith, breathing hard. "Now do a good job and milk me... that's it... but deeper, take me deeper..."

"OOOHHHHHH....... I'M CUMMMINNNGG." She cried in ecstatic pleasure and squeezed him as hard as she could.

There was no way Keith was going to be able to hold back in the face of her wanton display of out of control passion. "GGRRRAAGGHHH...", he matched her cries and bounced her on his lap, feeling gusher after gusher erupt through the most sensitive nerves in his body.

Finally after what seemed like a full minute, they both relaxed, letting the tension out of their limbs and slumping together, she with her head on his shoulder. "I can't seem to control myself," Mary said, sobbing softly. "I'm ashamed of how easily you use me and how I react to you."

"There's no point in worrying about it," Keith said. "You don't have any choice. I am going to tap into that submissive caldron bubbling in you whenever I feel like it. Accept the fact that my power over you is a great aphrodisiac, and enjoy it. Now get off me so I can finish my lunch and go do some writing."

Mary struggled to her feet, aware that her new panties were soaked and more fluids were dripping into them. She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "What do you want me to do for the rest of the day?" she asked.

He smiled. "Clean up the kitchen and then come to my office to dust the bookshelves. And don't bother to put your skirt or jacket back on."



Chapter 15

By the time Liz got home that evening, Mary had already left. After an afternoon of ogling her as he worked, Keith had let her go home fully dressed, buttoned all the way up, so that she would appear to her husband as a proper secretary. Whether she told Todd about the true nature of her first day on the job was up to her.

"Well," said Liz expectantly as she came into the house. "What did I miss today?"

Keith was sitting at his desk reviewing video images on his computer. "Quite a bit," he said. "It's a shame you have to go to that store everyday."

Liz plopped herself on her husband's lap. "Yea, but it was a good day, money wise. I sold over $5,000 worth of stuff. But I am looking forward to Sunday when I can be home with you and participate in our little game. Do you have any good pictures to show me?"

"Of course, sweetheart. I'm always thinking of you while I'm fucking sexy young things."

"Right," Liz said sarcastically. "But seriously, we do have a good marriage and a great time together. So much better than all those couples that have to deceive each other in order to get the sexual satisfaction they can't live without. I don't care what you do as long as you share it with me."

"And vice versa," said Keith, grabbing her hand. "Just be sure to tell me you love me after some handsome young stud sends you into orbit."

"That's our deal," she said, kissing his ear. "Now show me the pictures."

"Look at this one. The camera caught her expression right at the moment she is cumming."

Liz felt herself getting aroused just looking at the picture. The frame showed Mary's face, clearly recognizable, with her eyes rolled back and a silent scream of ecstasy on her mouth. It was the moment when Keith had entered her through the slit in her panties and told her that he had the power to do it anytime he wanted. Although all you could see of Keith in the picture was the back of his head, it was obvious that she was willingly screwing the man who wasn't her husband.

"That's incredible," Liz marvelled. "You can tell that it's Mary, and you can see all of one tit, and that she's out of control with lust. She's still got her panties on, so I see you found the special feature of those particular panties."

"Yes, dear wife, you dressed her perfectly. Unveiling her was delightful for me and exciting for her. She was wet as a sponge when I poked through that little window in her panties and impaled her."

"Yum....," said Liz as she wiggled her ass against the hard bump pressing against her. "That picture would make a great blackmail photo."

"I thought so too," Keith nodded. "Maybe I should show this to Todd to let him know how much his wife is enjoying her new job. It would serve him right for selling the boat that was my collateral."

Liz chuckled and darted her tongue in and out of her husband's ear. "Do it. Todd gets off on being humiliated. Send him this picture and tell him to bring his wife over here tonight and give her to us as a present. I'm horny as hell and want my shot at her."

Without saying another word Keith picked up the phone and punched in the Hawley's number. "Hello Todd? It's Keith Jackson. Go to your computer and check your email. I'm sending you a picture of your wife's first day on the job. Take a good look and call me back." Click.

"Oooo... you evil man," laughed Liz. "Poor Todd. Do you think he will show Mary?"

"Doesn't matter," said Keith. "He will be just as afraid of that picture getting out as she will. What should I tell him when he calls back."

Liz looked up at the ceiling, letting an erotic picture take shape in her mind. "Tell him to have Mary put on the black Teddy that I gave her, and the red high heeled slippers. She can wear a raincoat over it when she comes across the yard. Then have him bring her to us like a vassal bringing a gift to the king and queen."

"Ah, the traditional gift of a young virgin for the king's pleasure."

"Hardly a virgin," chortled Liz. "And not just for the KING'S pleasure.

"What about our dinner, my sweet? Me thinks I am going to need nourishment."

"We will have Todd make dinner for us while we play with his wife. There's plenty of food in the frig."

"Do you think he can cook?"

"Of course, he's a wimpy husband. All wimpy husbands know how to cook."

As if in answer to Liz's deprecating remark, the phone rang. Keith picked it up.

"Hello, Keith Jackson speaking."

"This is Todd, Mister Jackson."

"Why hello Todd. Nice of you to call back. Did you see the picture?"

"Yes, I saw it."

"How did you like it?"

"What do you think, Mister Jackson? You were fucking my wife, and apparently she was enjoying it."

"Oh she was enjoying it all right," Keith snickered.

"But she loves me, Mister Jackson."

"I know she does Todd. Love and sex are not the same thing. In a sense what is happening is deepening your relationship with her. Liz and I are probably saving your marriage. I wanted you to see the picture so you would know that I have a triple hold on you—you owe me money, I have lots of incriminating pictures, and your wife likes what I give her. Do you understand that, Todd?"

"I don't know...."

"Believe it Todd. Now pay attention. This is what you are going to do right now. Tell your wife to put on the black Teddy, the red high heeled pumps, and a raincoat; and then bring her over here and give her to us as a token of your appreciation."

There was a long pause. "I'll ask her," Todd said and put down the phone.

Keith looked at Liz with an exasperated expression. "He's asking her if she wants to. He really is a wimp."

"Don't let them off the hook," said Liz. "I am looking forward to this."

"Don't worry," Keith said. "You can probably feel a nudge on your ass that tells you how much I like the idea of this scene."

Liz put her hand down and squiggled it under her butt to give her husband an encouraging squeeze. Todd came back on the line.

"I'm sorry Mister Jackson. She says she tired."

"Now you listen to me your little twerp! You want that picture to go out on the internet tonight? Why did you even ask her? She's your wife. You TELL her what to do."

Hearing this, Liz rolled her eyes, but mouthed her exhortation in a silent, "Go for it."

Keith continued his tirade. "She says she tired, uh? Well, how about me? I'm tired too, after spending my day training her in addition to doing my normal work. You tell her that. You tell her that Keith Jackson says that if she's not walking into my house in twenty minutes, dressed like I said, the whole deal is off and the both of you are in big trouble. Good bye Todd, see you in twenty." Click.



Chapter 16

Liz jumped off of Keith's lap. "This is great fun. Let's arrange the living room like the throne room of a castle."

"OK, but we don't want to overdo it. I don't want them to think this is a joke and we are play acting. They are both still too defiant for my taste. They must be broken completely."

"Agreed," said Liz. "A stern punishment is in order."

"I'm going to have to put some backbone into Todd and teach him how to deal with his wife. When I'm through with him he will bring her to me whenever I tell him, her wishes be damned."

"From what you've told me, it may be only Todd who is resisting. Mary is probably hot to come back over tonight. What do you have in mind to do to break him?"

"They both are deathly afraid of their friends and family finding out about their situation and what they're doing to be able to maintain appearances. I think we should put a video of them on our swinger website. They can see what their friends would see if we were to steer people to the site. Our faces are disguised on the site, but theirs wouldn't be. ."

"I like it," said Liz. "But we need to be prepared when our swinging pals see the pictures and want in on the action."

"So we have a party, with Mary and Todd as party favours."

Liz chuckled. "I will have to work with Todd on his technique to make sure he does a good job of pleasuring our lady friends. 

"You can start tonight," grinned Keith. "Hey, I just thought of something. You know how our swinging friend Howard likes to be spanked by women—let's train Mary how to do that, and she can practice on Todd. He's really the one who deserves to be punished for trying to hold out on us."

"Perfect! Todd is just the type who will get turned on by that, especially if I am massaging his little cock while his wife is whipping him."

"Yea, Howard really gets off when that is done to him."

"That's an understatement. Last time I had to wash my hands for five minutes."

Keith took Liz's hand. "Step by step we are drawing our neighbours into our web. Life is exciting."

She kissed him on the cheek. "We are lucky we like the same things and work so well together. I'm ready for some action. "You make sure the video cameras are running, and I'll arrange furniture so the Lord and Lady of the Manor are ready to receive their vassals. We can sit together on that small couch with a lot of open space in front of us. I am going to put on that gold sheath dress that turned so many heads at our last party."

"The place I want to see Todd's head is up under the dress."

Liz laughed. "It's too tight for that, but I can pull it up easy enough. Maybe you should wear that Hugh Heffner smoking jacket that makes you look so powerful and distinguished."

"Complete with pipe?"

"Yes, you know how I love the smell of your pipe."

"I have often fantasized about being a feudal lord. This is my chance. We have them in the same position as the poor wretches who had to serve their master in order to live."

Liz grinned. "In a sense we do have their lives in our hands. Now help me move the furniture."

In a few minutes they transformed their living room into what looked like the reception area of a palace. All the furniture was pushed back against the interior walls except for one small couch, which sat by itself a few feet out from the heavy curtains that were drawn over the windows on the outside wall. Two large candelabras stood on the floor, flanking the couch.

They had barely returned in their Lord and Lady costumes when there was a knock on the front door.

"Enter!" said Keith in a loud imperious voice.

The door opened and closed. Mary and Todd were in the entrance hall.

Keith broke the silence by barking an order. "Bring her into the receiving room."

The young couple stepped into the dimly lit room and took in the scene. Liz and Keith sat regally on the couch as if they were indeed lords ready to receive supplicants. Medieval music played softly in the background.

"Come forward," said Keith. "I see you have brought us a gift. Remove her coat."

Mary had followed instructions and worn a long raincoat over the sexy Teddy. Her eyes were sparkling. There was no evidence that she was tired as Todd had said. Keith noticed that her hair was down and her face made up. Todd stood behind her and slipped the raincoat down off her shoulders. It was like unveiling a work of art.

The Teddy was one piece of black lace that was cut in an ingenious way that covered her loins like a bikini panty and her breasts like a half bra. The two sections were connected by a narrow panel that crossed her stomach while leaving her sides bare. Holding the sparse bodice in place were thin spaghetti straps that went up over her shoulders and around her neck. The bare white flesh of her hips curved erotically inward at her waist and then outward again under her arms. Glimpses of more creamy white flesh could be seen through the crisscrossed pattern in the fabric.

"Marvellous!" exclaimed Liz. "I knew that Teddy would look good on you. Bring her here Todd, so I can check the fit."

Todd placed his hand on his wife's back and steered her to stand in front of Liz. "How does it feel my dear," asked Liz as she ran her fingers over the fabric covering Mary's stomach.

"It's like noting I've ever worn," gasped Mary. "It makes me feel so exposed."




Foreclosure



"And sexy?" teased Liz, letting a finger trail along the girl's thigh and nudge under the edge of the snug garment.

"Ahhh.." Mary felt her arousal build. Ever since Todd had told her of the summons to come to the Jacksons' home in her Teddy she had been turned on. All the sex with Keith earlier in the day had only whetted her appetite. She did not know what was coming over her, but she was powerless to resist the lustful feelings. Poor Todd would just have to get used to it. She was glad when Keith had cowed him into delivering her as a present to her new masters.

Keith's voice was strong and deep. "Todd, you have brought us a fine present. But you must show us that she can perform as well as she looks. Come stand here in front of me, Mary."

"Go my dear," said Liz. "I know you are anxious to feel Keith's hands on your body. Todd, come and kneel down in front of me. You need to show respect to your queen."

Mary took two steps to the side. Her legs touched Keith's. He put his hands on her sides, just above her hips, and pulled her into him. She let her body fall, landing on his chest with her head on his shoulder. It was a posture of surrender, a giving of her body to him, and she was trembling with excitement. He cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed.

"Slide down until you are on your knees between my legs," he ordered. "Then you know what to do."

Liz raised her eyebrows. "Look Todd. Your sweet wife is about to give head to my husband. I want you to do the same for me."



Chapter 17

The videos of the evening's events were spectacular. Both Mary and Todd's faces were clearly visible, and there was no question that both were willing participants in a sexual orgy. After performing orally on the shadowy figures on the sofa, they had been directed by a disguised voice to strip and assume lascivious poses, which the camera duly recorded.

For the next several days both Keith and Liz were occupied with appointments and were too busy to molest their young neighbours. However, Keith found the time to edit the videos and incorporate them into the website that advertised the Jacksons' attractiveness to the Swingers Community. Mary and Todd were billed as sex toys that could be made available at special parties. When he was done, Keith informed the subjugated couple of the existence of the website in an email.

Dear Mary and Todd,

It is with regret that I must inform you that as the result of Todd's attempted defiance a few nights ago, I have found it necessary to punish you by publishing incriminating videos of yourselves on our special website. The address is "ourpartypals.com", and the password is "yummy". You should take a look.

Any further disobedience by either of you will result in the link and password being made known to your family and friends. As of now the only people who have access to this website are the members of our special group. We are having a party for them this Saturday, and your video will insure good attendance. You are to arrive promptly at 10 PM. Liz will be dropping off some special clothing for you to wear.

In the meantime you can expect a call to report to our house for a session of physical discipline.

Keith Jackson

"Oh Todd!" Mary exclaimed when the site came up on their computer. "We can't let anyone see this!"

"I know. But if we go to that party you know what's going to happen."

She put her arms around his neck. "We don't have any choice. Besides, it can't be any worse than it's been already."

"I think you like it."

Mary smiled at him. "I think you do too. When Liz made you take off your pants the other night I saw how stiff you were."

"I couldn't help it. She looked so sexy in that tight dress, and the things she was doing to me..."

"It's okay Todd. We are both turned on by the power they have over us. It's exciting to just let go and do as they say. We still love each other."

"But now they are going to make us do things with complete strangers! I see now what Liz meant the other night when she said she was teaching my tongue to be the best. And you—if she makes you wear that Teddy they are going to eat you up."

"I hope she does," she giggled. "That outfit makes me feel so sexy and desirable. I get tingly thinking about having all those eyes on me. Keith will not let anyone hurt me. I know him well enough to be sure of that."

"You may be surprised. Men in lust can get carried away."

"I can handle it."

The phone rang. "You get it," said Todd. "It may be Keith Jackson. The last time I took his call I got into trouble.

Mary picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Hello Mary."

"Hello Mister. Jackson, sir."

"Did you look at the website?"

The sound of his voice and the reference to what she had seen made her shiver. "Yes sir, I was greatly embarrassed," she said weakly.

"You will really be embarrassed if I am forced to make the website public. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir. We will do what you say."

"Good. Now Todd must be punished for lying to me about you being too tired to come over the other night. He was lying, wasn't he?"

There was a long pause. Mary did not want to call her husband a liar, but she knew it was true. She had been more than willing to give herself to Keith for more sex that night, and she knew that he knew it.

"Yes sir, I was not too tired."

"Good girl. Your naughty husband must be punished. Do you remember the Enforcer that I showed you?"

The mere mention of the thin wood paddle sent chills down Mary's spine. "Yes sir. I remember."

"You my dear are going to be the one to use it on your husband. The two of you are to come to our house immediately. I will expect you in five minutes," he said and hung up.

Mary gasped. How did Keith know about Todd's fetish about being spanked? It was something they never even discussed between themselves, but Mary was aware of how her husband responded when she playfully spanked him. Now he was going to get it with a real paddle, and in front of other people. She suspected he might like it.

"Todd, we have been ordered to report to the Jacksons' house. You are going to be punished for trying to keep me home the other night."

"What do mean, punished?"

"They are going to make me spank you with a paddle."

"Oh Mary!"

"Yes Todd. You might as well let go and enjoy it, just as I've had to.

"Will you spank me hard?

"Yes Todd. They will make me spank you hard. I've seen the paddle. They call it 'The Enforcer'."

"Ahh... Will I be tied up?"

"Yes Todd. I think you will be restrained in some way."

"Will I be naked?"

"Yes Todd. At least from the waist down."

"And they will be watching?"

"Yes Todd.

"OH MARY..."

"Yes Todd."



The End