6 comments/ 138011 views/ 19 favorites T.O.Y. Wife By: deserted1 Part 1 My wife Lisa and I have been married thirty years. Having sent our youngest off to college, we were looking forward to the peace, quiet and renewal that should come with being alone with each other again. Unfortunately, my carelessness and an opportunistic thief may have upset the whole apple cart. I am a business litigator and my wife is a high school English teacher. In fact, she is a very good English teacher, having recently been named District Teacher of the Year. We both work hard and, while our marriage has had its challenges, we have always had a strong sex life. Lisa has always been a very sexual person (more so than I, I think) and has usually gone along with whatever hare-brained ideas I have wanted to explore, as long as it only involved the two of us. So we tried anal sex (she didn't like it), lots of oral, some spanking (she actually likes it), and some sex in fun places. Along the way, she has let me take pictures and short movies of our fun, always starring her, of course. I think she kind of likes the attention I give her with the camera, and the compliments. Well, she should be complimented because she is a beautiful woman. She weighs what she weighed when we married and she has full dark hair surrounding a model's face and deep blue eyes. Her above average breasts have held their perky form quite nicely and she has the most responsive nipples I have ever seen. But for me her ass is her best feature : strong, firm, just right, even after all these years. And since she started shaving her pussy a few years ago, her pussy looks like a young woman's. Lisa has always been concerned about where I store our home movies because she knows I am not as careful as she would like me to be, especially now that all the kids are gone. Well, this is where the problem began. One weekend at our desert vacation home, I had brought the video camera and three memory cards with the movies, hoping to film Lisa naked by our pool. The weather was very warm and Lisa got comfortable, so I got some nice footage including one of her masturbating to a strong orgasm and a nice blowjob (all you could see of me was my cock—no great shakes at that). At Lisa's request I put the memory cards in the wall safe in the master closet. Unfortunately, I forgot about them when we left for home. This did not concern me much because I had locked the safe and everything should be secure until we returned. Lisa was less sanguine because she knew we kept the combination to the safe in a small box in the owner's closet. In any case, there was nothing to be done about it until our next trip. Occasionally we donate our vacation home as a silent auction item for church or other fundraisers and this year it had been purchased by a couple who donated it to the youth ministry. The group had arranged to go to our home the week after we returned. Always willing to help, that's us. About one week after the youth group had been to our home Lisa called me frantically at work late in the afternoon and demanded I come home right away. When I got there Lisa was at her computer reading and reading again an email, that read as follows: "T.O.Y., My, my you sure look good naked, with your fingers in your cunt. And you are a good cocksucker for a woman your age. I have several memory cards in which you are prominently featured and I need to be compensated for them if you want them back. Don't worry. I don't even want money. I just want a few private shows. Email this address by 8:00 p.m. tomorrow acknowledging your situation and I will give you the rest of your duties. If you do not, I will post the movies strategically around the high school web site, in the teacher blogs and on adult video sharing sites, and your colleagues can enjoy a whole new perspective on their T.O.Y. You'll be famous. Your secret admirer" Lisa was practically shaking. And plenty pissed. Maybe a little at me—"You have been such an asshole about those movies", but more at this blackmailer. Her first instinct was to find him and kill him. "Who did this, and how did they get in the safe", she asked. "Do you think I know him?" Then, crying, "What are we going to do?" "Why does he address you ' T.O.Y.', " I asked. "Teacher of the Year", Lisa replied. "He wants me to know he knows who I am." We spent most of the next few hours trying to figure out who might have done it, and how to find and stop them, but we didn't have much time. We barely slept that night. The next day I called the church and inquired quietly about who had gone to our desert home for the weekend. Unfortunately it had been a good-sized group and they had had a party in the evening at which 25 or so people had attended from the high school/college group. I did not recognize any names. That evening it was time to respond and we did not have a plan to avoid Lisa's public humiliation. I wanted to bargain for more time but Lisa was too nervous about what the blackmailer might do. As time was running out Lisa typed back to the sender, as follows: "What you are doing is pretty sick and you should be ashamed of yourself. I want the memory cards returned to me. What is it you want?" There was no answer for an hour or so. But then a new email arrived, short and to the point. "If you comply fully, there will be three shows over the next week and then you will get all the memory cards. We will retain no cards (you will just have to trust us on this). No one will touch you or harm you in any way. There will be no cameras. If you attempt to interfere or bring in thugs or authorities the memory cards will be sent and posted immediately. Tomorrow night you will come to the airport Marriott at 7. Ask at the desk for any message for Mrs. Behr. Come alone. Plan to stay one full hour. We will start easy. We will provide a costume, and refreshment. You will masturbate until you come." Part 2 The blackmailer had left us little time to strategize about how to stop him. I was prepared to hire a private investigator to be at the Marriott and identify the culprit, but Lisa was adamant that we do nothing that would risk the exposure of her private sexcapades. "I think you've probably done enough already, dear", she said. But she knew I would not let her go alone so she allowed me to go and keep a safe distance away. I arrived at the Marriott ahead of her, but there was nothing unusual in the lobby. When Lisa walked in she too looked around but went directly to the front desk. I could see her asking the clerk a question and the clerk soon retrieved an envelope and handed it to her. I saw her write a note on a piece of scratch paper, leave it on the counter and walk directly to the elevators. As soon as she was gone I walked to the desk and saw she had written the number 302 on the paper. I found a hotel map and located the room and went outside to try to see it from the parking lot. I could see it but I could not see in. I raced to the desk and immediately asked for a hotel room on the third floor. I asked if 304 was available and I was soon in the elevator racing to the room next door. By this time ten minutes had passed and I was panicked about whether Lisa was safe or alright. Once in the room I listened for sound at the wall and soon realized my only hope to learn anything would be from the balcony. Stepping carefully I found I could stay unseen and still see a portion of the room where the bed was, but not the small sofa or any other parts (assuming a similar layout to the room I was in). There was a mirror over the headboard but it reflected only to a makeup counter and no one was to be seen. If there was speaking I could not hear it. Maybe I had the wrong room. But soon Lisa's reflection showed from the mirror. She was standing at the makeup counter in thigh high stockings, thong and a push up bra I had never seen before. Her face was somber and she was looking at the makeup mirror at something out of view. There was a glass of wine on the counter and as if at someone's suggestion she picked it up and took a drink. I felt sick with worry over what was happening. Lisa hesitated at the counter a good thirty seconds, but then seemingly at another command she walked over by the bed and turned to face the sofa. With wooden movements she lifted her hands over her head and turned 360 degrees around. She then bent forward, turned around and bent over again, showing her ass to whoever was watching. She started to remove the bra, but then stopped and began to pull down the thong instead. "Someone doesn't want the bra off", I thought to myself. Standing and facing the other part of the room Lisa started to peel down the thong. Apparently she was going too quickly because she pulled it back up and started over, more slowly this time. When the thong was at her ankles she kicked it off and sat quickly on the end of the bed. Now she pulled off the bra. Her nipples were hard but they often are when the bra first comes off. She then, as if on command fondled her breasts with her hands and then pinched each nipple. Lisa doesn't like to pinch her nipples so I knew someone was telling her what to do. But I could not hear a thing. Then an arm came into view delivering a filled glass of wine. Dammit, I couldn't make anything out by the arm. Long-sleeve shirt, flannel type—average size—a man, I suppose. Lisa took a big drink from the glass and then another and set it, empty, on the bed. Next she put her fingers to her mouth to moisten them and brought her hand down to her hairless pussy, at first just rubbing it to get the moisture on the vulva. I'd seen her do this before and knew this was how she began to masturbate. She leaned back on the bed a bit and opened her legs a little wider and started to rub herself. She even started to rub pretty hard but I could not tell that she was getting aroused at all. I wondered whether the blackmailer was really going to require the real article—orgasm-- because he might not get it. Lisa labored on a few more minutes, three fingers working her cunt and the other hand holding her breast. Mostly her eyes were closed but occasionally she would look in to the part of the room I could not see and say something. Halfway through the hour she sat up and said something stern to the unseen part of the room. Whatever he said back, she laughed and lay back on the bed, grabbing two pillows and resting her head on them so she could see across the room. Then, with her eyes open she wet her fingers again and went back to rubbing her clit. Something seemed a little different now. Her nipples got hard and her legs started to flex the way they do when she is stimulated. She lifted her knees up and inserted a finger, then two, inside her pussy and slapped her palm against her clit. I know this too, and she likes it. With eyes still open she works harder on her clit and her body slowly starts to respond. Now her tummy muscles are shaking a bit and she is rubbing her clit with her fingers. I am freaking out with concern from my precarious view, but I am getting turned on watching this, too. How screwed up is that! Now she is cumming , hard I would say, legs shaking and nipples hard as rocks, holding her whole hand still but firmly against her clit. Then she lies still, without moving, before getting up and walking out of view. I snap back to reality and retreat into my adjacent room. I need to get out so that I can see her leave, and hopefully see the blackmailer. Down in the lobby, my own erection receded, I see Lisa emerge from the elevator and walk to her car alone. I wait another thirty minutes to see anybody coming or going but I cannot identify anyone who looks remotely capable of this sort of blackmail. Defeated for now, I return to my car and drive home. When I get home Lisa is already in bed and doesn't really want to talk. I told her I was in the room next door at the Marriott but couldn't hear a thing. I don't know why, but I told her I couldn't see anything either. She told me she was pretty trashed, that she had done what she was told and was alive, but didn't really want to talk about it any more tonight. Next, she turned off the light and turned away from me. "By the way", she said," they gave me one of the memory cards. The next show is Friday night, instructions to follow. I sure hope you can figure this thing out, hon. Good night." Part 3 Lisa slept fine but I tossed and turned all night. I had two days to figure something out before the next appointment. As soon as Lisa was awake I peppered her with questions. Had there been more than one? (yes, there were two) Did they hurt you? (they didn't touch me) Did you get a good look at their faces? (no-ski masks) Did they speak with any accents? (not really). Young or old? (young). She proceeded to tell me the whole story of the hour. She arrived at the lobby, left the quick note with the room number on the counter for me and went straight to the room. When she got there it was propped open with no one inside, but soon after she entered, two men in long shirts, jeans and ski masks came in and closed the door. One handed her a package and told her to put on the outfit while the other opened the bottle of wine and filled three glasses. She said she tried to go to the bathroom to change but they insisted she do it right there in front of them. They also insisted she drink the entire glass of wine. They assured her they would not hurt her and told her the first night would be fairly tame. She said she told them again that what they were doing was wrong and that they should leave the memory cards and get out before more damage was done. They just laughed and told her it was probably time to get started. Lisa told me she felt sick as they looked at her. They made her strip slowly and then start to play with herself and she went through the motions but she said she knew it was not very convincing. After some time, she told them it was icky what they were doing and she could not be turned on, so they should just let her go. At this point one of the men said, "Well, we're not going anywhere, so get to work. Maybe you need a little motivation". At that he undid his pants and pulled out his own cock. She told me she could tell he was already turned on and when he pulled at it, it got bigger. Really big. He said, "Don't worry, I'll stay over here. But you will at least watch me while you play with yourself and if you don't come by the end of the hour, maybe I will let you go. " So Lisa said she went back to diddling herself as she had been before the break, but she did keep her eyes on the man, and he jacked off while he watched her. "Sweetie," Lisa said to me, "I don't know what happened but I stopped thinking about everything that was going on and just watched his cock grow and twitch while he stroked it, and I started to get turned on. At one point he told me how fine I looked and that he had already beat off to the movies he'd seen and that I was much better in person. Well, I'm not sure what else went on, but in a short bit he came and they let me dress and go". She paused and seemed shaken. "I don't know what they have planned next, but you need to figure this out so I don't have to do this any more." With that she collected herself and got ready and off to work at school. I sat there trying to make sense of what she said. She didn't mention that she came hard herself or that she liked it, or didn't like it. I do know it scared her. I had two days to work on this before Friday night would arrive with Lisa's next ordeal. I called the office and cleared my calendar, citing a family emergency. ( I didn't have to lie about that-we had one)! They had given her no inkling of what would come next or even where it would take place. We knew there were at least two perpetrators, that they were male and American, that they knew who Lisa was, that they did not seem like killers but they were determined bad guys all the same . But age and identity were otherwise unknown. I resolved to go back to the Marriott right away and learn all I could. At the Marriott there were few clues. I waited for housekeeping to get to the room to clean it, and talked my way in with the maid, but there was little inside . The wine bottle and wine glasses were gone and the lingerie was gone too. No cum-soaked tissues, nothing. The hotel would not tell me who had rented the room either. I asked all the staff I could find if they had seen two men together, dressed casually in long sleeve casual shirts, around the grounds last night. One groundskeeper told he had seen two men dressed like that enter the hotel from the rear and he remembered them because they had greeted him very warmly and wished him a great day. He guessed their age to be early twenties, give or take. From the Marriott I went to the church and under the guise of general curiosity asked the youth minister about the weekend at our desert house and the guests who had come. He told me the house had made the weekend perfect and the fellowship among the group in the evening work/prayer sessions had been wonderful. "You could just feel God's presence in the room", he told me. They had overcrowded the house a bit, he knew, and he was grateful for our generous, giving spirit. I asked if he had any newcomers in the group and he described two young men fresh out of college who had come to try to get acquainted and involved. He had their cell numbers only and wasn't sure they had even secured permanent places in town. I didn't know how to ask for the numbers so I thanked him and went on my way. I did, however, get their names. I left the names and the email address the blackmailers had used with our law firm investigator and asked him to get me what he could right away. With that, I was pretty tapped out so I went home and tried to get a little rest before Lisa got home. When Lisa got back she lay down on our bed beside me and went quickly to sleep. I thought about trying to make love to her, but I guess I knew the timing was a bit weird. That evening, another message from the blackmailers: "T.O.Y., Congratulations on successful completion of your first show. You came like a firecracker, and so did I. Tomorrow night will be a 90-minute event, and you will come twice. We will supply the costume, refreshment, and toys. Same rules apply, you must come alone or your marvelous home movies will be the toast of Porn Youtube. You are to call a cab to get you at 7 and begin heading toward the center of town. We will email the location to your house and your husband is to call you in the cab with the location. See you at 8." We read the email together and Lisa seemed at a fresh low over the predicament. I asked her if she had really come like the email said, and she said she wasn't sure, that she had gotten caught up in it and tried to get through it. " I don't think these creeps are especially scary anyway, to tell you the truth", she said. " If they were going to hurt me, they would have last night." At that she held me and when we went to bed later we made love and I came in her as hard and strong as if we were newlyweds. Part 4 The next morning Lisa left early for work and I waited at the house impatiently, wanting to hear from the investigator at work. By noon, I knew where they went to college, what their majors and activities had been and where they had grown up. Of course I had no idea if they were the guys we were looking for or even if they were in our town. They did not have a criminal record, but they did not appear to have done much since graduation—no forwarding address, no obvious job connections, etc. It did not appear to me that I would make much more headway today. In desperation, I called back the youth minister and left a voice mail on his machine, telling him the maids had found a few valuable items left behind at the desert house and could he reach out to the known guests. I volunteered to call the out-of-towners too if he did not have an email address for them. I did not hear back before evening. T.O.Y. Wife Ch. 02 In the first part of the story Lisa, a prominent schoolteacher and wife, has been blackmailed into performing sexually for two unidentified young men after they have stolen explicit videos of her which her husband had taken. She has already reluctantly completed two tasks to recover two explicit videos and is now completing her third. Her tormenters do not want money; they require only that she perform sexually for them. Hubby has attempted to stop it without success. The story makes better sense if you read "T.O.Y. Wife" first. Part 6 We awoke in the morning to another email from Lisa's tormenter: "T.O.Y., You have been excellent and we are very proud of you. Tonight we plan to show you off to a few others for your grand finale. Look for an email at 7:00. You will not know a soul and we will cover your pretty face for your privacy. There will be no cameras and no one will hurt you or touch you in any way without your permission. When it is over you will have back your home movies and many more memories to carry you and hubby into your golden years. Same rules as before, only tonight big Daddy is invited! Of course, if you have had enough we will be happy to distribute the home movies at the school. Think of it as sex ed for the kiddies. P.s., ask big Daddy to back off with the snooping. In case he needs a reminder of what he's dealing with, please look outside at the Mercedes. Be smart, don't start!" With that, I ran out the front door. My Mercedes was in the driveway and looked okay from a distance, but up close I could see that all the interior had been slashed, the stereo and gps were gone and the outside had been finely keyed, from front to back. Great. Lisa seemed anxious about the showing-off part of the email, but she was surprisingly calm about the car. "Sounds like your crack investigator got a little too close", she said, "but I really don't think these boys have any violence in them at all. They have made no effort to touch me, even when I was obviously, uh, vulnerable, last night. Part of me just wants to get this over with. But sweetie, I think I would just die if you were there as this strange stuff is happening. What if I go too far tonight? You won't come, will you?" "Are you kidding", I said," I won't leave you alone for one second if I can help it. We'll get through this together. " I meant it, but I sure didn't know how I would handle it. "I love you". Lisa tried to be normal for the balance of Saturday. She trimmed the roses, spoke with the kids by phone and fiddled inside the house until late in the day. If anything she seemed fairly upbeat. I was a nervous wreck. In the middle of the day, the youth minister called to give me the cell phone numbers of the young men who had been at the desert house. Later, the firm investigator called to say he had a positive identification of the young men we had been tracking and their current residence in a motel outside of town. It looked to him like these kids were your basic idle party boys, raised in decent households. Apparently they had missed the important messages. He sent me their driver's license pictures by email. I did not share this stuff with Lisa but the pictures matched the bartender's description to a T. I didn't want Lisa any more agitated than necessary, but I knew I had my guys. I would deal with these punks on my own. At 7:30 the third email arrived: "T.O.Y., Are you as excited as we are? Get squeaky clean in the shower and be sure to wash your asshole. Dress comfortably and at 7:30 go for a walk with hubby. Dad, be sure to wear a suit and tie. When the limo stops, get in." Lisa read the note with me, sitting at the computer chair. I asked her if she was ready. She nodded and got up, saying she would take a quick shower, but as she walked away, as if to herself I heard her say, "but no one's going to play with my butthole". She was ready quickly and we began a walk down the street. After fifteen minutes or so a limo approached from behind, stopped, and the driver invited us to get in the back. The limo was empty except for a bottle of champagne on ice, a large envelope and a party mask and costume of some sort on the facing seat. I opened the envelope and read the note inside. It said, "Tell the driver to go up Elmwood Street past the Holmes mansion and drive up the driveway at the house for sale four doors up on the right. Lisa, take the time it takes to get there to put on the costume. Remember, no panties. There is a mask for you too, daddy-o. Come in through the service door when the driver drops you off." I told the driver where to go and he headed to the Elmwood neighborhood across town. The neighborhood was very upscale, filled mostly with McMansions. Some were empty mammoths, owned by the bank. I imagined that was the situation we were going to. Lisa doesn't especially like champagne, but she made me pop the cork and pour her a few glasses while she put on the unusual costume. We were at the house soon enough and the driver got us up the driveway and deposited us at the side door. Lisa was in her costume and I in my mask. Once inside, the two young men appeared from a side door (covered as usual) and told me to go have a seat in the dining room. I hesitated but a large man appeared and told me it was time for me to relax and take my seat until the main event. I knew today was not to be my day for revenge, so I kissed Lisa and entered the dining room. I was just getting antsy when, after half an hour or so, I was escorted into a much larger living room There were six people in the room, two men, and two attractive couples, all dressed in party masks and dinner attire. Nine chairs surrounded a massage table located in the middle of the room, which was well lit with stage spots. I was shocked to see the women but they acted like it was an ordinary party. People stood and visited for five minutes or so (though not with me) and before anyone could be introduced to me, I was seated by one of the men. Soon one stood and said, "Tonight our newest members are pleased to present to us a woman in full. She is more mature than others we have seen, but she is new to public sexual performance. Please encourage her, and enjoy. Our friends assure us she is wise in the ways of her own flesh." With that, the lights dimmed and Lisa walked in, with the young punks on either side of her. They were not wearing pants and she held a hard cock in each hand as she walked. She looked exquisite. Her party mask covered her eyes but the rest of her was there for all to see. Her gown was slit on all sides from the armpit down and her naked breasts were visible from the sides. Her nipples pushed hard through the fabric of the dress and the slits were open at her pussy exposing her hairless mound. Her marvelous white ass came in and out of view as she approached the massage table. As she lay face up on the table, her tormentors took their seats and the room became very quiet. Very slowly, Lisa began rubbing her hands up and down her body, from her thighs to her hips, over her tummy to her full breasts and all the way to her neck. And then back down again, stopping at her nipples and again at her tummy. She made no sound and her eyes were closed, as she patiently made love to her body. Her nipples were rock hard and she had goosebumps all over. I had been so nervous and concerned, but watching her I got lost in her beauty and the moment and my cock strained against my pants. Finally, her whole body on alert, Lisa left one hand on her breast and let her other hand go to her pussy. One of the women in the audience gasped as she saw Lisa's hips rise in response to the touch of her hands. Lisa left her hand on her pussy and you could see her fingers working her clit, while her other hand massaged her breasts. Soon the motion of her hand increased on her pussy, she moaned and shook and came, clenching her legs and trying not to move. She lay still for at least a minute and I thought she would not be able to move, but she stirred and sat up, removand one of the rascals came out and helped her out of the gown. She lay back down on the massage table and the other rascal brought her a large dildo. She took it and put it in her cunt right away, all the way in. She began rubbing her breasts and hips with one hand while one of the masked men moved the dildo in and out slowly. She began to move her hips in response to the motion of the dildo. The audience was responding. The men had stood and lowered their pants and the women had their hands in their crotches. I was afraid to play with my cock for fear I would come on the spot. One of the young men then approached the massage table and whispered something in Lisa's ear. She then turned on her side facing away from the group. The man produced a small butt plug, rubbed some oily material on it and proceeded to insert it in Lisa's fanny. She pushed her ass out toward him to receive it, and let him push it in and out until it was well in. Then she rolled over on her back again, and recommenced the action with the dildo. At this point several of the men had come, and there were murmurs of support and approval from the group. Lisa continued to make love to herself and her hips were bucking gently. Finally Lisa pulled her knees to her chest and began vigorously shoving the dildo in and out of her cunt. At this point the young rascals began to beat off over Lisa. Lisa was lost in the moment now, watching the men and working the dildo. Finally her gaze turned to me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I finally took my cock out of my pants and began to pump it. The young men came and their semen splattered all over Lisa's chest and body. And Lisa came, shuddering and shaking all over, and I came. I had no idea what I was seeing but I was the most turned on I had ever been. And filled with love. We made it home that night, too tired and thunderstruck to discuss what had happened . The next day Lisa filled me in on the details of the events of the night before that I had not seen. The young men were true to their word and returned the last memory card, and Lisa never saw them again. (I did, but that's another story). I was very concerned Lisa would be scarred from her experience or too furious with me to forgive me. But she was glad her reputation was preserved at work and in the community and she got back her normal life. She tells me she is grateful that our relationship survived stronger than ever. She is reconciled that things just happened as they did; I guess she is pretty matter-of-fact about her somewhat open sexual nature. As long as you don't ask her to talk about it. Me? I'm hanging on for dear life. You might think Lisa would not let me take any more home movies but we actually make better ones than ever. But why else have a pool in the desert? T.O.Y. Wife The quandary for this evening was worse than before. Lisa did not know where she was going and I could not go with her. I needed to stay at home for the email alert. She was adamant that I was to do nothing which would risk the exposure of those explicit videos. I kissed Lisa as she grimly got in the cab, and I waited. Lisa had been gone fully thirty minutes when the email arrived. "She needs to tell the cabbie to take her to Benny's Bar downtown, go inside, grab the package from the bartender, change in the ladies room and receive further instructions. If she's late, she'll be sorry. " " Oh shit", I thought, " I am at least forty-five minutes from that part of town and if I don't call her now she'll be late." So before I could formulate a plan I called Lisa and gave her the instructions. I told her I loved her and would get there in disguise as quickly as I could. I reminded her not to go anywhere with these guys without telling me and to scream her head off if it got too weird. She said she loved me too and would be glad when it was over, and hung up. By the time I got to Benny's, Lisa was gone. I saw the booth in the back, one empty highball glass and a plaid mini-skirt. I approached the bartender and asked if he had seen a woman come in looking for a package. He said, "Did I ever—must have been dare night at her house." I tried to laugh casually, saying "Well, that's right, she lost a bet. Was it pretty wild?" "Mister, let me tell you. This beautiful middle-aged woman comes walking in, looking like a classy broad from the country club, and asks if I have a package for her. Well of course I did 'cuz these two joe-college types had given it to me ten minutes earlier and told me to give it to the first person who asks for it. She walks straight to the ladies room and in ten minutes she comes out lookin' like the Happy Hooker. Low-cut halter top, mini-skirt, cfm high heels. She didn't walk like a hooker though. She looked a little uncomfortable in the heels." "So she walks balk to the booth in the back and bends over, as if she's lookin' for a contact lens or something before she sits down. And buddy I am tellin' you she is naked and hairless under that skirt, if you get my drift. So she sits down and orders a whiskey and water from the girl, and sits. She's there ten, maybe fifteen minutes, not doing anything, although I got to say she looked a little uncomfortable. Anyway, she orders another drink, and after that one arrives she unties the halter top and takes the whole thing off. Well I liked those titties as much as the next guy, but we can't have that in my bar. So just as I'm goin' over to tell her to button up, she stands up, finishes her drink, shimmies out of the skirt, plays with her pussy for ten, fifteen seconds lookin me straight in the eye, grabs her purse and walks, real slow, right out the back door, bare-ass naked. God-damnedest thing I ever seen. I haven't had a boner like that in ten years." "So what about the two guys who gave you the package. Are they regulars?", I asked. "Never seen 'em before," the barkeep tells me,. "They seemed like ordinary guys, unusually polite, even. When I took the package to put it behind the bar, one of 'em said to me, 'god bless you, friend'. So whaddaya make of that?" "What happened to them. Did they stay for the woman?", I asked. "Nope", the bartender said. "I think they left out the back right away." I got a physical description of the men from the bartender, thanked him for his time, and ran out the back door as quickly as I could. Part 5 The back door of Benny's led to a deserted alley. No lights, no cars, no Lisa, nothing. From what the bartender said I figured she'd been gone only fifteen minutes or so, but she was still gone, nowhere in sight. I waited around the front and back of the bar another hour until Lisa called my cell phone, saying she was in a cab on the way home and would I please come home right away. I asked if she was alright and she said she was, just a little freaked out, but she would tell me about it when I got there. By the time I get home Lisa has showered and gotten in to her flannel pajamas. She is waiting for me by the front door . She hugs me tight and asks me to promise her this is going to end and we'll get our good life back again. I promise her it will and we will, no matter what. She was more eager to talk than after the last time (maybe she was feeling the drinks) so I asked her to tell me everything so we could get these bastards. When she got to Benny's she was a little shaky because the bar is in such a tough part of town. So she was relieved to see the bar was mostly empty except for this nice-seeming bartender and a hard-miles waitress. She asked the bartender if there was a package for her and he quickly gave it to her. When she got in the ladies room she saw it contained a mini skirt, very high-heeled shoes and a halter top . It also contained four heavy balls connected with a soft string. (Lisa's no dummy, and she said she figured these were ben-wa balls or some such thing). There was a note in the package telling her to put on the clothes and shoes and put the balls up her cunt. And by the way, no underwear. She was to then go sit in the back booth and order two whiskey highballs, and drink them. After the first, she was to loosen the halter top in the front and after the second she was to get up, take off the mini and walk out the back. " And by the way, enjoy the surprise", the note said. Lisa said that almost immediately after getting into the outfit and putting the balls inside her, the balls started buzzing. At first it was more annoying than anything but after a minute or so in the ladies room, as she tried to screw up the courage to go out, the balls started to generate some wetness inside her. "So what happened next", I asked. "Well I did what I was told, darn it. I went to the booth in the back and ordered a drink. Nothing was going on, but someone was turning the power on the balls up and down and I couldn't help but squirm a little in my seat. It was so quiet I really didn't have much else to think about. By the way, the two guys from last time were nowhere to be seen. So I figured the best way to get out of this jam was to order my second drink, take off the top, and then quickly drink the second drink, get up and get out. But god, when I stood up, I had such a tickle in my pussy I rubbed it a little. I think the bartender about had a heart attack. "So when I get out the back of the bar, naked except for these stupid shoes, there is a big limo right in front of me, and the back door is open. I can't see the driver in the dark, but I look in the back door and these two guys, I bet the same two guys, are sittng in the back row. They invite me in and tell me to sit opposite them." "Did you get a good look at them?", I ask. "No, ski masks again, same as before. " Lisa goes on to tell me that at this point she is feeling humiliated sitting naked across from the masked men while one is manipulating a small console which obviously controls the buzzing balls in her pussy. They asked her if she liked the balls and the bar and she told them she did not like the bar, the balls or the drinks. But they said they would be the judge of that and told her to remove the balls. When she did they noticed they were fairly sticky from her pussy juice, and told her so. 'At this point I felt all upside down", she told me, "embarrassed, excited, angry with myself for being excited. What is going on with me?" "Oh, it's okay, honey, you can't control your reaction to these bizarre circumstances", I said. I wanted to make her feel better and I meant what I said. "Well, I'm glad you feel that way because it only gets weirder. The guys told the driver to drive around the City and they told me to start masturbating because I had some real work to do. Then one of them pulled a dildo out of a bag with a big rabbit end and told me I would use the dildo for my second orgasm, once I showed them some work with my hand. The other one pulled out a little airplane bottle of whiskey and told me to drink it down, too. "I asked them again why they were doing this bad thing, but they didn't answer. Instead, they both pulled their pants down and started to beat off right across from me. " Lisa told me she didn't see any other way for this to end so she began to play with her pussy and try to relax. She said she had gotten pretty excited in the bar and the sight of the two young cocks kind of mesmerized her and soon she was cumming on her hand, as hard and long as she could remember. She must have made some noise, too, because she said the men commented on her moaning. Lisa went on, "Then they told me to get back at it, I owed them a second orgasm". I was concerned about how Lisa would come a second time because we seldom attempted that in our lovemaking. She told me she had the same concern. But they told her to put the dildo up her cunt and turn on the rabbit and let it do some of the work. Lisa said she did that and sat there, while the young men stroked their cocks and the limo drove around town. She sat in disbelief at how weird the whole thing was, all because some asshole broke into the desert safe and threatened to publish my stupid blue movies. "But babe", she said," I am so sorry and I don't know why, but the sight of the cocks and that doggone dildo started to get me going again and in a few minutes one of the guys climaxed and shot stuff all over the inside of the limo and when the second guy came, I did, too. God help me, if at that moment one of them had wanted to put his dick in me, I might have let him". Lisa sighed and stared at the wall. "The limo driver drove me home, the guys told me what a great toy I had been and that I would be finished after my last show tomorrow night. They also gave me another of your precious memory cards." With that, she gave me the card and I picked her up and carried her to bed, wondering how I could possibly have a hard-on at the same time. As I lay in bed, I thought this was all too much to process and we would tackle it all in the morning, but there was just too little time to stop these bastards.