"Brenda Honey, would you come and help me with this, please?" 

"Sure Mom, what's up?" 

"Do you think I should go in pigtails or a ponytail?" 

"Gee Mom, either way is okay.  Boy you sure look great in that old
cheerleading outfit of yours.  It is amazing you can still fit into it." 

"Thanks Sweetie.  It has taken a lot of hard work and vigilance to stay the
same size as I was in college."  Marnie said appreciatively to her
daughter. 

"Do you know what anyone else is wearing tonight?"  Brenda asked. 

"No Dear.  I'm afraid we are all going to be surprised by how brave or
chicken our friends are."  Marnie replied.  "I sure hope the Brannons get
here with the pictures in time, they promised I'd have them today." 

Then Marnie's husband, Roger came into the room from his shower with a
towel around his waist and another drying his hair.  "What are you planning
to wear to your party, Dad?" Brenda asked. 

"I'm going as the basketball star that sweeps your mom off her feet. How
about you Punkin?"  He asked back. 

"I'm going as the farmer's daughter, Pappy?"  She said humorously, as she
stroked him under his chin with her index finger.  "I'm going to go get
ready. See ya."  She said, sashaying out of the room. 

"Honey, pigtails or ponytail?"  Marnie asked the birthday boy. 

"Love ya either way Honey-buns."  Roger said, right before giving her a
kiss on the lips. 

"You're no help."  She muttered.  "I'm going to check on things
downstairs." She said, as she put her hair in a ponytail, by default while
leaving the room. 

As Marnie hit the bottom step, the back doorbell rang.  When she got there
it was the caterers from Vivian's Delectable Dishes.  She held the door for
three sturdy young men, with the looks of models, but the innocence and the
demeanor of country boys.  The somewhat older Vivian followed as she
watched over them like a hawk while they hefted in the eats.  When
everything was unloaded, she went over some instructions with them, and
told Marnie she had to leave to set up two more parties, but that she was
leaving her with her three most experienced guys. 

Marnie only half listened to it all, since she was so distracted by the
three young studs in her kitchen. The tight European cut clothes, broad
shoulders, thin waists and strong butts were making her slightly
lightheaded.  "Wow, Vivian's staff is one good looking guy after another.
She must be one horny broad who hires based on looks.  How am I going to
keep my hands off of them and my mind on Roger tonight?" She mused in
thought. 

Her reverie was broken by Brenda who walked in wearing a red and white
gingham sleeveless shirt, shortened by folding the back tail back up under
the shirt, and held together in front solely by a slipknot tying of the
front tails.  With no bra on, only the tied shirttails supported her ample
young breasts. She walked around flirtatiously, admiring the finger food
that was coming on display. When she came around a counter, Marnie saw that
she was wearing modified shorts, which were cut in length up to the crotch
and up the sides to show the side of her legs and part of her ass cheeks. 

"Brenda, I don't think you can wear this tonight.  What would your father
think?"  Marnie said concerned. 

"Gee Mom."  She said quietly, grabbing her arm to have their conversation
out of the ears of the sexy men.  "This covers way more than my swimsuit." 

"Barely, Honey.  I think you should hide from your father awhile." 

"Sure Mom."  She said and continued to walk around in a seductive teenage
way. 

Marnie thought about how much she had learned about herself from her
daughter lately. She admired how comfortable Brenda was with herself at
this age, advertising her wares. Marnie had only recently given it any
serious thought of it for herself. 

The doorbell rang, in front this time.  "Brenda can you go answer that?"
Marnie called out.  "I've got to have a few more minutes with my guys."
She thought to herself. 

"It's some guy I've never seen before asking for you."  Brenda announced. 

"Okay, thanks.  You can help out in here.  I'll go see who it is." Marnie
said. 

"Dr. Powers, so good to see you.  Thank you for coming.  You're here
early." Marnie remarked. 

"Yes.  You have a nice house here.  I came early so I could have some
individual time with each of your guests first, that is if you still want
me to put on a show for your husband using hypnosis.  Will it be okay if I
hang out?" He asked. 

"Oh sure, make yourself at home.  Roger will be coming down shortly. He
will be wearing a yellow basketball uniform, and we will be bringing out
hors d'oeuvres shortly."  Marnie replied. 

As Marnie started to head back to the kitchen, the doorbell rang again.
When she answered it, it was Barbara, George, and their daughter, Susan.
George was dressed as a sheik, Barb was dressed in a revealing harem girl
outfit, and Susan was in a sleeveless white shirt and cutoff shorts.
Brenda looked out from the kitchen to see who had arrived.  When she saw it
was Susan, she came bounding out, grabbed her hand, and ran her upstairs.
Marnie asked George if he would see if Dr. Powers wanted something to
drink, and then took Barbara aside to take in the full effect of her sexy
costume. 

"Gosh Barb, you look great.  I didn't think you had it in you to come to
the party looking this sexy." 

"Oh Marnie, ever since you dragged me to that SEXY Productions thing, my
life has completely turned around.  Things have never been better with
George, I feel better about myself, and I owe it all to you." She said, as
she gave Marnie a 'thank you' hug. 

"We've got to live while we still can, Girl."  Marnie said, as she pulled
away from the sexy feel of Barbara in this costume.  "I'm going back into
the kitchen for a few more details.  Why don't you go in and say 'Hi' to
Dr. Powers." 

Upstairs, Brenda was fussing over the conservative way Susan had
interpreted their pact to dress as farmers' daughters.  "We've got to do
something about those shorts.  Get them off and let me fix them." Brenda
trimmed them like her own.  Now that bra has got to go, you don't button
the front at all, and we have to show more midriff. There are gorgeous
hunks working in the kitchen, and we have a lot of teasing to do.  It's our
job." 

"Look, I can't go without a bra.  Look, you can kind of see through the
material." 

"I'll tell you what I'll do.  You go braless, and I'll trade you tops."
They traded.  "Now you tie the front like this.  You see, one pull, and
they're free. Knowing this will make you even sexier as you parade your
stuff around tonight."  They did one last check in the mirror and headed
down to the kitchen. 

"Brenda, I don't know.  I'm not as brave about this as you are." Susan
worried. 

"Just follow my lead, Sue, you'll be great."  Brenda said reassuringly. 

When they got to the kitchen Marnie was gone.  In the interim, the back
doorbell had rung, and it was Larcher, her tormentor and blackmailer.  When
she saw him at the door she immediately led him to the basement.  "What the
hell are you doing here?"  She charged. 

"Nice to see you too, Missy."  He retorted.  "Kenneth gave me the pictures
you wanted for your husband's 40th birthday party.  He couldn't make it, so
he made me promise I'd get them to you tonight. Trouble is, I've got these
two packages, this green one and this blue one.  One has the pictures from
Brannon and the other has copies from my collection, and you know, I've
been so backed up lately, I can't seem to remember which one to give to
your hubby." 

"Don't play games with me, Larcher.  I need those pictures and I need you
to get out of here right now." 

"First let me see my favorite bald pussy.  Bend over and take off those
panties.  Okay, hand them here.  You won't be needing them tonight."  He
said as he started to stroke her nether slit.  Marnie supported herself
with her hands on her knees waiting, but not wanting, for him to stop.
When he started to put a finger in her asshole, he asked,  "Here tonight,
or in front?  Your choice." 

Marnie started to feel ill.  She turned around and put her mouth on his
musky uncut penis and started to suck.  She crouched down, feeling the
coolness of the floor below her, which was absorbing the radiant heat from
her openly stretched pussy inches above it.  She wanted to get him through
with it as soon as possible, so she reached up with her hands and massaged
his balls.  Larcher started to moan and became wobbly. She wanted to tell
him to be quiet, but he had his hands on her head to keep her there, and
for his support.  When he came, he jerked forward spilling Marnie to the
cold cement floor on her bare bottom, with her hands going back for
support.  He put his hand on his cock and continued to stroke.  Marnie
scooted her bare bottom along the cement floor to evade Larcher's after
shots, which hit the cement between her legs. 

Then she heard Roger's voice calling her name.  "You've got to get out of
here fast."  She said to Larcher.  "Coming Dear."  She yelled upstairs.
"Please leave the pictures and go." 

"Oh here you are."  Roger said, nearly running into her at the door to the
basement.  "What is going on with these costumes?" 

"What do you mean?"  Marnie said, backing the two of them back into the
kitchen. 

"I mean, I've never seen our friends so daring.  Even my brother Ron and
Sally are way out of character.  They are sharing one pair of pajamas. She
has the top and he has the bottom.  Then there is Bob as Tarzan, come on,
maybe fifty pounds less but . . . Well, Mary makes a foxy Jane.  Come out
and see."  Roger said excited. "Look there, Barb might as well be wearing a
thong bikini.  You can see everything else.  Betty looks like a prostitute
and Paul's garage sale leisure suit makes him look like her pimp." 

"Gosh you're right Honey."  Marnie said with a giggle.  "Look at Ginny with
the beige full body suit and wings.  She has to be Tinkerbell, because Dan
looks like Peter Pan."  She said to Roger as they stood looking at the
guests from the dining room.  "Oh there's the door, would you be a dear and
see who it is?" Marnie asked, starting to get preoccupied with the fact
that she was bare-assed in front of their closest friends under a very
short, flared skirt.  Before she could retreat, in walked Roger with Will
and Dee Dee dressed as a Hawaiian tourist and a hula dancer.  Dee Dee was
part Hawaiian, so her costume looked good on her darker skin.  It consisted
of a bra made out of coconut shells held in place by leather thongs and a
genuine grass skirt. She was barefoot with flowers in her hair, on a wrist,
and on one ankle.  Roger led them over to the bar where George was still
serving. Then Roger excused himself to talk to Marnie again. 

"Honey, what exactly did you put in the invitations about this costume
party anyway?" 

"Nothing really.  It just said, 'Come as sexy as you dare to show Roger and
everyone else that life really does begin at Forty'.  I had no idea that
they would get into it to this extent.  You and I look conservative, don't
we."  Marnie said in response.  "If only he knew that I am bottomless under
this.  I'm going to have to be really careful."  She cautioned herself. 

Then out walked Brenda and Susan with trays of finger food from the
kitchen. Roger looked the two of them over.  "Hey where do you think you're
going dressed like that, Young Lady?" 

"Who me?  Dad, have you looked at your friends here tonight?  Susan and I
are tame compared to them.  Give us a break.  Here, have some?" Brenda
said, stuffing her tray at him. 

"But . . . Brenda . . ." He said as she walked away into the living room to
serve the guests. 

After making the rounds of greeting each of their guests, Marnie ran into
Dr. Powers.  What do you think?  Can you put on an entertaining show with
any of these guests as subjects?"  Marnie asked. 

"So far I think everyone I've interacted with might make a good subject." 

"Well, keep at it, you could get some business from some of them, I'm sure.
I hope you are also having a good time."  She said, hopefully. "Oh here is
the birthday boy, Roger.  Honey this is Dr. Powers.  He will be giving you
a surprise later." 

"Yes we've met.  Welcome to the party.  Can I freshen that up for you?"
Roger said, as the two of them walked off to the bar. 

"Hey Mom, I think you are going to have to help us, we can't keep up with
the demand."  Brenda said in passing. 

Marnie picked up a tray with rabbit food and dip, and started into the
room. She found it a chance to be sociable without being stuck in one
conversation too long.  For those standing, it was no problem, but for
those seated on the two couches facing each other, it was a different
matter.  She realized she had made a mistake, because she had to bend and
hold the position while the guests chose the vegetables of their choice and
dip them.  Bending totally at the waist gave the guests seated on the other
couch quite a view.  Bending her knees and crouching looked unnatural.  It
was worse for the couple seated in front of the fireplace on the floor.
They could get a view while she was standing or when she crouched down to
serve them. 

When she was through with hors d'oeuvres, she switched to running drinks
out to avoid the problem.  At eight, she had planned to have Roger blow out
his candles and make the first cut of his cake so the caterers could start
planning to wind down their involvement.  It was a jovial few minutes,
because Roger and the guests were starting to get a little buzzed. Marnie
carried the cake back into the kitchen for the caterers to cut and serve on
plates.  Roger followed to wash his hands of some icing.  There at the back
door knocking was Larcher. Roger went back to investigate. 

"Well, Walter from the office.  Come on in.  What brings you here?" 

"Hi Birthday Boy from the office."  Larcher said, bringing a polite chuckle
from the two of them.  "I'm here to drop off something for your wife.  A
surprise for you, I suspect." 

As Roger walked Larcher into the kitchen, Larcher smiled as Marnie glared
at him, sending daggers from her eyes as they passed her. 

"Honey, Walter, . . . It's Walter right?  Walter here has something for
you." 

"Okay."  She said suspiciously. 

"Hey Walter why don't you stay and party a little."  Roger invited,
ignoring Marnie frantically shaking her head, mouthing "No!", and waving
her hands from side to side to get his attention. 

"Well Sir, it looks like a costume party, and I really didn't come
prepared." 

"Nonsense.  You are in your security uniform.  With how diverse the
costumes are here tonight, no one would be the wiser." 

"Well, I've got to figure what to do with my son Jeff in the car, and I'd
only consider it if I can help out in some way."  Larcher replied. 

"Why don't you help me at the bar."  Roger proposed. 

"Why don't I take over the bar duties for you, so you can party, Sir."
Larcher said. 

"Perfect." 

Marnie slumped her shoulders and looked totally defeated.  Larcher turned
and smiled at her as he went out to his car.  In he came with a bag and his
son Jeff.  He took out fifty bucks and handed it to him telling him to take
out the two girls for some fun, but to be back by eleven.  Jeff went over
to Brenda to invite them.  Brenda and Susan were holding trays while the
caterers were putting plates of cake, saucers of ice cream, and silverware
on them.  Brenda contorted her body so she could lean in and whisper to
Susan, to tell her that it would be okay, that Jeff was empty upstairs, and
they would have fun toying with him for a couple of hours. 

Jeff eagerly walked out with them into the dining room.  They turned to
tell him to wait for them there.  He said, "What happens if I pull these?"
while holding a hand on each of the pull ties. 

"Don't you dare, Jeff Larcher."  Brenda threatened. 

"You'd better hang on to those trays so you don't ruin your mother's
oriental carpet."  He said, then with simultaneous pulls, he pulled the
knots undone. 

The two girls let out a shocked "Oh!" in unison and surprise. 

He paused and laughed at his handiwork.  The shirts were loose and
unbuttoned, their breasts were now pretty much exposed.  Then he turned
them toward the living room and then goosed and pinched them as they danced
and hopped away from him into the crowd, bobbling their breasts under their
shirts and moving their shirttails aside.  Before they could retreat, the
guests that were near, started to reach for the cake and ice cream.  They
had to stand there with their breasts halfway exposed while the guests
emptied heir trays. 

Brenda caught her dad's eye who was trying to focus on the girls from
across the room.  "Quick Sue, we've got to get out of here fast." They
turned, walked quickly into the dining room, leaned the trays upside the
table, and retied their tops as they entered the kitchen. "Jeff you are
really going to get it this time." Brenda said, angry and annoyed, trying
her best not to laugh. 

Marnie went looking for Larcher who was getting an orientation from Roger
at the bar.  "You know, Sir, before I get started here, I'm going to have
to use the rest room.  Do you mind?" 

"No, of course not.  Marnie here, can show you where it is."  Roger
volunteered. 

Marnie took Larcher to the downstairs guest bathroom.  It was occupied and
Tinkerbell was on deck.  Marnie reluctantly took Larcher upstairs at his
request.  Instead of following her to the bathroom she wanted to lead him
to, he detoured into what he thought was the master bedroom.  When Marnie
turned back to find him, she found him looking around her private space
that she shared with Roger every night. 

"Please go.  This is an important, once in a lifetime, evening for my
husband. I've planned it for weeks.  I've even hired a hypnotist to provide
entertainment.  You're not going to fit in.  If you ruin his birthday, I'll
live to see you suffer some how.  Please go away now." Marnie implored him.

"This is your bedroom?  This is your bed?" 

"Please go!  I got you off already.  Why are you doing this?" 

"You don't know which package to give him yet.  And, since you are being so
ungrateful, I want you to take your bra off.  But, because I am such a nice
guy, I'm going to let you do it in the bathroom." 

While she was in the bathroom crying, pondering her fate, and removing her
bra, Larcher placed a radio-controlled camera on her armoire facing their
bed.  Then he pulled out some ropes from his bag.  Marnie came back into
the room, cradling her breasts in her arms, feeling naked, even with the
sleeveless jersey on. 

"Get over here.  I have a birthday present of my own for your husband."  He
said forcefully.  "Stand up beside the bed here and spread'em." 

"What are you going to do?" 

"I'm getting you ready for my little birthday present for good O'l Roger.
Now bend over." 

Larcher tied her hands together, ran the two ends under the bed, around the
foot and the head of the bed on the side she was standing against, then
tied the ends to her ankles.  This position held her bent forward over the
side of the bed, with her knees locked against the side and her legs spread
wide.  If she pulled on her hands, it spread her legs.  If she pulled her
legs together, it pulled her over tighter across the bed. 

Larcher pulled her skirt up and commented on the flower petals of her
vulva. Then he looked around and found some Vaseline, took a dollop, and
placed it in and around her anus. 

"Hey you gave me a choice."  Marnie protested. 

"It's not for me, Missy."  Larcher retorted, then he put a gag in her
mouth. 

He started fingering her open pussy.  Marnie tried to rise up in protest,
but the position of her outstretched arms only allowed her to raise her
head up and down, not turn it to the sides or shake it "No". 

"Hey I told you, 'I always look out for you.'  You'll thank me for helping
you get ready."  He said, as he slid out his nightstick and started to
slowly use it to bring her close to climaxing.  Then he pulled it out,
wiped it on her skirt, and put it away. 

Marnie tried again to turn and see him, but she couldn't quite get her head
around, besides he was now placing a sleeping mask over her eyes. He patted
her gaping pussy a couple of times more and left her open and vulnerable to
anyone who would happen by. 

Larcher returned to the bar.  He set up a Watchman television under the
counter and tested the signal from the bedroom.  "I hope none of the
neighbors happen to be switching through channel seven tonight." He thought
humorously to himself.   He looked around and figured out who the hypnotist
was because he had no theme in his dress.  Dr. Powers noticed him looking
at him and walked over to talk to Larcher. When he got there, Larcher asked
if he would watch the bar for him for a few minutes, because he wanted to
get something to eat before the caterers were gone. 

When Larcher got to the kitchen, he found the three men all but done, just
waiting patiently for their ride.  "You know, the hostess has instructed me
to tell you that she has a tip prepared for you upstairs in the master
bedroom. There is one condition though.  You can dally in any hole you
want, but you must shoot in the rear most hole, if you get my meaning.  The
regular hole is for the birthday boy." 

Their eyes were wide.  They couldn't believe what they were hearing. 

"Oh, and be quick about it.  Birthday Boy will be up shortly to have his
present.  He wouldn't like it if he knew how much she was willing to spend
on your tips."  Larcher added. 

The three stole away upstairs swiftly but quietly.  "This way." One pointed
out, when he discovered Marnie's exposed inverted "V" from her splayed
position staring at him from the bed.  The three squeezed in at the door to
see.  They were stunned.  They couldn't believe their luck.  They
approached cautiously, as if she could snare them.  Then they gently
stroked her legs and rear. 

"Nice legs."  One remarked.  "Nice butt!"  "Look, I've never seen a
completely shaved one."  The others added. 

"This is great Miss.  Thank you."  One guy said as he stood between her
legs, looking at her love zone, rubbing his cock through his pants. 

Marnie tried to move her head.  All she could manage was an up and down.
With her eyes covered from their view, they took it as "You're welcome." 

One guy crawled on the bed next to her.  "Look at this nice trim stomach.
What's this no bra?  I could swear . . ." He recalled  "Can we look at your
breasts too?" 

Marnie tried to move again, but it could be interpreted as an enthusiastic
"Yes" if you wanted it to be so. 

"Look guys, these are nice, so full and big.  Lady you are blessed with a
nice body."  The guy to her side said. 

The third guy was now on the other side.  "No, your husband, Birthday Boy,
is blessed."  He said.  "Hey guys, she has tie down rings on her tits." 

The two guys at her sides started to play with her tits, in particular, her
nipples and her new rings, flipping them around, while the first guy pulled
down his pants and started to rub his shaft along her mons Veneris and
lower belly.  Then he slid it in her pussy for some moaning and groaning. 

Marnie thought to herself, "I wanted to take these guys on, but not like
this. Well okay boys, just don't leave me hanging for god's sakes." 

Just as she decided to get into it, he pulled out and worked it painfully
into her rear.  Within a few short strokes, he was shooting his warm
deposit into her rectum.  When he was through, he went to recover, taking
the place of the guy on her right on the bed. 

The second guy stood and admired the well-toned legs and rear Marnie
presented. "Boy this is a real nice butt.  I bet it likes to be spanked." 

Marnie's head reared up again.  "Boy she is into everything."  Then he
started to mildly spank on a cheek a few times, then on the other.  He was
pausing occasionally to watch the color change and the flesh wobble.  He
was working his way down her legs when the third guy piped up, "Com'on Man,
we've got to get out of here before Birthday Boy shows up for his present."

The second guy took out his cock, at this insistence, and started to saw
the underside up along the crack of Marnie's ass cheeks to harden it before
plunging in for the juice.  He worked quickly at the third guy's prodding,
and pulled out just as Marnie was ready to cave into an orgasm.  Then
Marnie heard footsteps, but no one was talking. 

The owner, Vivian, was in the room casing out the situation.  Marnie heard
whispering, then a different kind of touch on her left breast and rosy
rear. The second guy went back to sawing his cock in her crack and then
poked it in her rear for his finale. 

Next there was waiting, while she heard rustling.  She imagined that they
were robbing her, until she felt a female hand tying shoestrings to her
nipple rings.  Then all at once there was someone lying next to her on her
right, lying on their back.  Someone was between the legs of this person
and another was on the other side of the bed by her outstretched arms.  The
third guy was at her vortex rubbing his cock up and down the inside of her
inner legs at her pussy.  Then the shoestrings went taut, and the third guy
found a home for his cock in her snatch.  He started riding her, holding on
to the shoestrings as reigns, like he was guiding a buckboard during an
Oklahoma land rush. 

Marnie realized it was the woman next to her, when her right hand went to
cup Marnie's right breast.  One man was between Vivian's legs and the other
was massaging her tits making her groan. 

The third guy inside Marnie was a good fuck, but the pain from the laces
was enough to cut her efforts at cumming off at the pass. Unless he were to
stop pulling on the laces right then, he would surely leave her hanging.
He pulled out, like the others and deposited his frustration in her rear
hole as well, leaving her itching for relief at both openings. 

Vivian came putting her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.  They all
quickly got dressed and slipped out of the house unnoticed. 

Meanwhile, Larcher had told Dr. Powers that he had instructions from the
Hostess to start without her, as she was tied up for awhile.  "She was
hoping that you'd be able to put everyone under.  Is that going to be
possible?" 

"I'm pretty sure I'll be able to do so, yes."  Dr. Powers responded. 

"Great.  Then for his birthday, the women are to do a sensual number
individually for Birthday Boy.  He can get excited, but she wants him stuck
so he can't touch any of them.  To keep the husbands from interfering,
maybe you could figure out something for them.  The point is, she wants him
really primed for what she has in store for him later."  Larcher
instructed. 

"We can work something out I'm sure."  Dr. Powers responded confidently. 

Dr. Powers put Roger under first.  He entertained and distracted Roger's
guests by putting Roger through some typical parlor tricks to amuse and
amaze them. While he had their rapt attention, he put them under as well.
When everyone was sufficiently under for him to direct their behavior, he
instructed the women to believe they were in a contest, that their husbands
were their personal coaches, and that their coaches wanted them to win very
much.  They were instructed to dance as seductively as possible in front of
the birthday boy. They could do anything they wanted, but were not allowed
to touch him.  Anyone, who made Roger cum, would be a winner.  Then Roger
was made to think he was super-glued to his chair. 

Barbara was brought up first and she began a seductive imitation of a belly
dance.  George started cheering her on.  "Com'on Honey, you can do it."  He
got up and pulled down Roger's uniform shorts to his ankles.  Then sat down
to cheer his wife on some more.  Then he got up again and pulled Roger's
briefs down as well.  Barbara tried every move she could think of,
including the slow removal of clothing at her husband's insistence, until
she was dancing, crawling, and undulating on the floor in front of Roger,
masturbating and cumming, trying to get Roger to erupt.  It was only with
Dr. Powers' assurance that she would get another chance that Barbara agreed
to give up the floor for someone else to try. 

Larcher stopped watching Marnie and the caterers, and was now video taping
the evening's entertainment, but was careful not to tape when Dr. Powers
was giving instructions. 

One by one, the wives tried their best to get Roger to cum.  One by one,
the husbands competitively cheered, barked instructions, and implored their
wives to seduce Roger into climaxing without touching him.  Each tried at
first to act in character with their costume.  It gave them a context to
work from. Tinkerbell tried to will Roger to cum by sprinkling glitter on
his erection and crotch.  Husband Dan couldn't help himself, and started to
rub his crotch through his costume.  Dr. Powers went with that and allowed
each of the men to do what comes naturally, as long as, they didn't cum
until they were with their wives again at home. 

Roger looked to be in shock, when his sister-in-law, Sally, danced out of
her pajama top, bra and then panties.  Mary even hopped around like
Cheetah, squatting her cunt open and flopping her breasts around Roger, as
she hooped and squealed in his ears.  Dee Dee danced the hula like she knew
what she was doing.  Husband Will came up behind her and pulled her panties
down from under her grass skirt and she resumed after stepping out of them.
The top of her coconut bra seemed to come undone on its own, and she helped
it off the rest of the way by untying it in the back, letting her perky
handfull sized tits swim free.  Betty danced down to just her silk scarf,
which she partially squatted over, while sawing it across her clitoris.
She came a couple of times in what appeared to be surprise orgasms, as she
closed then opened her eyes, emitting soft feminine "Oooo's" as she came in
shudders. 

Each continued on her own rendition of what she thought would be sexy, with
suggestions from their coach husband.  Each came several times, and all
looked exhausted at the point that Dr. Powers asked them to wait for
another turn. The men were going nuts, being allowed to be turned on, but
mentally prevented from cumming. Never was there a room filled with hornier
people at one time. 

Dr. Powers took them all down deeper and had them rest a minute while he
conferred with Larcher.  They decided to have the men line up side by side.
Then he had the wives stand in front of the man, besides her own husband,
that she would most like to go out with, if she were not married.  Dr.
Powers had to add the caveat that it could not be Roger either.  When three
wanted Dan, he had them pick their second or third choice.  Nobody seemed
to pick Bob, so he convinced Barbara, who was slow in deciding that he was
really the man of her dreams. 

Next, he had the women help this man in front of them out of their costume.
The men were then instructed to put on the costume of the husband whose
wife stood before them.  Then he had the women put back on the costume of
the actual wife of the man they stood before. Finally, he had these new
pairs cuddle with each other, while awaiting further instructions. 

Larcher asked him if he could keep them that way for fifteen minutes.
"Okay, but only if I can get a copy of that tape." 

"You got it" Larcher responded and took Dr. Powers' card. 

Then Larcher went upstairs.  He stood at the door gazing at Marnie's bound
form.  "I hope you saved some of that for Birthday Boy." Then he went to
the armoire and retrieved the radio camera, and put it in his bag. 

Marnie lowered herself as far as she could go on the bed to hide the nipple
rings from Larcher's view, sticking her rear out slightly more. Larcher
went around to the front, took off the sleeping mask, and looked her in the
eyes. Marnie looked up at him with a worried "What now" look.  Then he took
the gag out and put it in the bag. 

"Larcher, I've got to cum.  Those men were so quick, and then they would
put it in my rear.  I bet you told them to do that." 

"Now, aren't you glad I prepared you for them?  I always look out for you,
don't I?" 

"God Larcher, I've got to cum bad.  Untie me.  I'll do it myself." 

"That's Roger's job.  He'll be right up.  Because I like you, I'll check
you for leaks back there."  Larcher went around behind her and dabbed her
with a Kleenex.  Then he worked her up again till she was panting and
forcing out occasional "Oooo's" every few exhales.  He patted her pussy a
couple of times and said he would send up Birthday Boy.  Then he put the
green wrapped package in her mouth, saying, "Did you guess right?"  Then he
left. 

When he returned to the living room, Dr. Powers was waiting nervously.
"We've got to send Birthday Boy up for his special Birthday present, and
send this crowd on its way."  Larcher directed. 

"I don't want to be here when they come to."  Dr. Powers insisted. 

"Well, can you do it so they all come around at the same time when you're
gone?" 

"Oh sure, but I'm going to have to ask you to say "One" when it is time." 

Dr. Powers had Roger get dressed and believe that he had thanked everyone
and said good night.  He gave him amnesia for why he was so horny.  Before
sending him upstairs, Larcher insisted that he be given the suggestion that
he could try coming all he wanted in his wife's cunt, but would come to
realize that he can only cum in her rear hole. Then he was awakened and
bounded up the stairs to his waiting bride. 

Dr. Powers started bringing the group back from trance, (Ten).  He had them
remember wishing Roger and Marnie good night, with appropriate "Thank
you's" (Nine).  But, they would not remember anything else from being in
trance, (Eight) nor why they were in a different costume, (Seven).  They
would all feel a need to go home right away, (Five).  They would remember
having a wonderful time, the best they have ever had, (Four).  They would
open their eyes and be fully awake when they heard the bartender's voice
say "One", (Three).  They were now ready to open their eyes, (Two).  And,
he stopped and slipped out the door.  Larcher had been setting up the radio
camera on the dining room table aimed at the living room, with the Watchman
in the kitchen. 

As he was tuning in the room to its best clarity, in walked Brenda, Susan,
and Jeff.  "What's . . .?"  Brenda started to ask. 

"Shhh.  I'll be right back."  Larcher said, as he went through the dining
room peeking into the living room and said, "One," forcefully, and ran back
into the kitchen.  All four heads squeezed in to watch. First Susan, then
Brenda noticed that no one was in their original costume. 

Each couple looked at each other and blushed.  Then they went pale, when
they realized this new person with them was wearing their spouse's costume.
Then general panic set in when they each realized they were wearing someone
else's costume as well.  Everyone was so embarrassed that they quickly
sorted out who they were going home with and started heading for the door.
Barbara and George were last to leave, and the quartet could tell they were
looking around for Susan. 

"Sue you'd better go.  I'll call you tomorrow."  Brenda coached. 

Susan met her parents in the dining room, and was heard to say as her voice
faded, "What is going on . . . ?" 

"So Walter, did you have a hand in this?  Like I need to ask."  Brenda
asked. 

"It was part of your mother's entertainment planned for the evening. That's
all."  He replied.  "Now, why don't the three of us go for some ice cream
while your mother reenacts those boudoir pictures for your dad upstairs,
shall we?"