It was that time of year again for the company picnic.  Roger worked for a
large company and their picnics were huge.  They were usually at an out of
town State Park that allowed the company to reserve the space needed on a
particular day for the occasion.   These were annual camaraderie-building
events and the employee's entire family was invited.  This year Marnie felt
uneasy about going.  It had been rough so far after running into the
Larchers.  Now that Larcher was working at her husband's building, Marnie
really wasn't as enthusiastic about Roger working there as she once was.

"Come on, you and Brenda will have a great time.  Business is up and I
think they are planning this to be a bigger bash than last year.  I get to
make you one of those 'Roger Burgers' you like so much."  He pressured
playfully, giving Marnie a hug and a kiss.

"Well, all right.  But, if I say 'we should go', will you honor that and
leave immediately?  I need you to promise.  I just don't feel as up to it
this year like I have in the past.  I'll go with you to it, but only if
when I say to go, we go."

"That's my gal." Roger said happily, and he gave her another hug and kiss.

On the day of the event, they packed up the usual things for the company
picnic, suits and towels for the lake, baseball mitts and Frisbee for the
games, and plenty of sunscreen.  Roger was like a kid, anticipating all the
adventure the day would bring.  Marnie couldn't shake the anxiety and
foreboding she was feeling about going to this particular company event,
and Brenda was acting bored, until they rolled into the parking lot and she
saw some boys without shirts playing catch with a hardball.

"Please stay where we can see you, Dear.  This is a big place and I
wouldn't want any crazy stuff happening to you like we hear about in the
news."  Marnie said to Brenda, before letting her off on her own.

"Oh Mom.  I can take care of myself.  Bye."  Brenda said as she ran to a
knoll where she could see the boys again.

"Do you think she'll be okay honey?"  Marnie asked Roger concerned.

"What's gotten in to you?  You haven't been this protective of Brenda since
she was a toddler.  Relax, she'll be fine.  One day soon, she'll be out on
her own, and there'll just be you and me.  Let's start today by having our
fun and let her have her fun.  Okay?"  Roger said to cheer her up.

Marnie leaned to her side, hugged Roger's arm and stared off into space.

At the picnic site, Marnie started to relax a bit.  She talked with Roger's
secretary and some of the wives of the other salesmen.  She pitched in and
lost herself in the preparing and setting out of the food for the lunch.
Roger was joking with some of the guys by the barbecue wearing his apron
and chef's hat for the effect.  People of all ages were buzzing about,
going to or coming from swimming, playing volleyball and checking into the
food area for a snack or something to drink, recruiting players for a
softball game that wasn't scheduled until later, and just mingling.  

There was a lot of flirting among people who didn't see each other, except
for this event and the one at Christmas.  With Roger so close, Marnie
retreated from the advances and the temptations to flirt back. By all
appearances, she had become an introverted busybody, with her lack of eye
contact and her fussing with the food.

Marnie was in a bad state at this party.  Due to recent events in her life,
she had become horny all of the time, and her crotch ruled her thinking
sometimes.  Here, at the picnic, there were men and women in their summer
finest, which meant skimpiest in many cases.  Many people were there with
the intention of showing off their efforts throughout the year at the gym,
the fat clinics, and sunbathing.  If she looked around too much, it
intensified her urges.  For her, it was a tightrope walk between being
appropriately sociable and keeping her sexual tiger caged.

A couple of hours into the party, the greatest numbers of people were
hungry from all of the physical activities.  Marnie stood behind a long
table and offered to help anybody with the food they wanted on their
plates, when they had both hands full.  Marnie looked at plates and the
food on the table as much as possible.  She didn't want to field passes,
compliments, or involved questions.  When Brenda came through the line, she
had to put her face down by the food to get a "Hello" from her mother.  

"Could you give me a little of that Jell-O, please?  There's always room
they say."  She asked of her mother, then looked at the lad next to her in
line.

"I'll have what she's having."  The voice next in line said.

Marnie froze in a trance and had a flashback at the sound of the voice.

"Mom.  Hey Mom!  Are you all right?"  Brenda said, trying to snap her out
of it.

When she snapped to, she answered Brenda,  "Oh fine.  Yes fine, Dear."

She looked up at the person in line next to Brenda, then she became pale,
as if she'd seen a ghost.  There was the Larcher kid, Jeff, as snively as
ever, smiling with a shit-eating grin.  

"You remember Jeff, Mom.  He and his dad were the ones that helped us with
the car a while back."

"Yes of course.  Nice to see you again, and thank you so much for your
help."  Marnie said pleasantly for appearances.

"Nice to see you too miss."  Larcher replied.

Marnie watched intently as the two sat down under a tree and ate their
lunch together.  She resolved to trust her intuition better in the future.
She knew this picnic would lead to no good.  Now, her daughter was getting
familiar with Larcher's kid.  If Roger only knew what this company event
could be doing to their family, he probably would have been the first to
decline the invitation.   "Oh god!" Marnie was thinking, "where there is
smoke, there is fire.  The dad must be here too."  She feared.  She
continued to survey the grounds until she grew tired of the vigilance and
let her guard down somewhat, and was brought into a conversation next to
her.

When she looked back at the tree where Brenda and Jeff were sitting, they
were gone.  Leaning up against the tree with arms and legs folded was
Larcher staring back at her.  She grew a little faint and her legs weren't
a hundred percent for a moment.  She started to look back at Roger, but
thought better than to ID her husband to Larcher. 

Larcher beckoned her to him with his index finger.  Marnie put some random
food on a plate and walked it out to him.  "What are you doing here?  This
is a company picnic."  Marnie challenged.

"Nice to see you too, Missy."  Larcher said with false hurt feelings. "You
forget Missy, I work for the building that your husband's company occupies.
I'm moonlighting to provide security to keep each and everyone of you safe
here."  He said in a cutesy way, ending with a pat of his index finger on
her nose.  He looked down at the plate. "You sure aren't concerned about my
health, though.  There is nothing but greasy, sugary and salty foods on
this plate."

"Larcher, I mean Mr. Larcher, please don't play with me or my daughter
here.  Not today, please.  This is an important event for my husband. It's
the annual company picnic for god's sake.  Please."  Marnie begged.

"What ever do you mean?  I don't play with you, I give you what you need.
I bet you need me right now, don't you?"  He said, looking at her
knowingly.

"Can't we just have a truce for today, please."  She pleaded

"You haven't answered me.  You need me right now, don't you?  I've been
watching the way you have been avoiding getting involved at this picnic.
My guess is you are fighting the temptation to take on every man here.  Am
I right?"

Marnie looked down at her fingertips, red with embarrassment, "Mr. Larcher,
please."

"Just as I thought.  So are you shaved for me today?"  There was a pause
with no answer.  "Are you going to tell me the answer or show me the answer
right here."

"Yes, I've kept myself shaved."  She confessed.

"Good.  I'd like to see that bald pussy of yours right now, but I'm going
to try to honor your request and let it pass.  I'd like you to do something
for me, though."  

"What would that be?"  Marnie asked with trepidation.

"What kind of swim suit did you bring?  One piece or two piece?"

"Ah, one piece."

"With your figure, it should always be a two piece.  Well then, I'd like
you to go into that bathroom there and take off your bra and panties, stuff
them in your sneakers and walk your sneakers back out to me here."  Larcher
instructed.

"I can't do that here.  Look, you can see the outline of my bra and panties
through this blouse and shorts as it is."  Marnie protested.

"You ask a big thing of me, which is against my nature, and in return you
refuse a small little thing that is probably more in your nature now than
when we first met.  Now, don't you think you should reconsider?"  He said,
giving her another chance to follow his directions.

"Damn you!"  Marnie said under her breath as she turned toward the bathroom
facilities.

It was a busy place, with all of the people in attendance and so few
stalls.  Marnie waited in line for a stall to open up.  She took off the
underthings and put the sleeveless white blouse and the pale yellow shorts
back on.  She tried to look at herself in the stall before exciting, but
couldn't get the whole picture.  With the women and girls standing in line
for the stalls and mirrors, she thought better than to check herself out in
the mirror before leaving.  There were looks enough just walking out of the
restroom barefoot with her shoes in her hand.

As she walked across the grass to where Larcher was waiting, she
immediately realized how vulnerable she was being barefoot.  Any twig,
pebble or rough piece of litter caused her to flail her arms around for
balance, as her tender feet rejected her full weight on them.  This caused
her large breasts, now unencumbered, to flail about under the blouse as
well.  About twenty feet from Larcher, she stepped on something painful and
she dropped the shoe with the bra tucked most of the way into it.  She had
to scramble to stuff it back in before anyone was the wiser.

As she approached Larcher, he looked pleased with his choice.  "See, it's a
good thing you stay shaved for me, the only dark things that show through
your clothes this way, are your nipples."

Marnie looked down and wanted to drop her shoes and cover her breasts with
her arms, but that would draw more attention to her.  She did realize,
though, in looking at herself, that with the sun moving from directly
overhead to down in the west a bit, meant she would have to stay in the
shade and in front of dark backgrounds.  Anything else and she would not be
able to avoid having her large breasts, fairly firm for her age, on full
display for everyone candlelit through her blouse.

"Can I go now?"  Marnie asked defeated and annoyed.

"That's all for now, except I'd like you to bring me some real food, like
something your husband is cooking up."

Marnie stared back at him with scorn, breathed out deeply, and went back to
the covered food area to fetch Larcher a 'Roger Burger.' Since mere walking
was hazardous to her modesty, she took it slowly and carefully back to the
food table.  She walked over to Roger, and tried to stay behind him to his
side, as she asked him,  "I have a special request for one of your burgers.
Do you have one ready for me?"

"Sure, Snookums.  Here ya go_oooo_what happened to your bra?"  He asked as
he realized the change in her dress immediately.

"Is it that noticeable?"  Marnie asked innocently.  "I was getting this
itchy rash, and I couldn't just go around scratching my breasts here in
front of everyone.  It seems to have been the bra that caused it, because
they were fine shortly after I took it off."  She lied, which she was
getting expert at to cover the tracks Larcher always left on her.

"You poor thing."  He said sympathetically.  "But, I don't see how you are
going to mange to keep my horny friends, much less me, off of you like
this."  He said concerned.  "What else did you bring to wear?"

"I've got a bathing suit, but somehow serving food in a swimsuit seems
worse, don't you think?"  She asked hopefully.

"I suppose.  Please be careful Hun, there seems to have been a lot of
horniness around the office this last month.  Everybody is talking sex,
underground videos, afternoon delights, orgy's in the office, it's a wonder
we do as well as we do with the business, considering. I'm just lucky to
have such a sexy wife with a healthy libido like you."

"I'll be as careful as I can Dear.  I've got to run this over to the
gentleman who requested it."  She said, then tiptoed up to plant a kiss on
his lips.  "Can you keep your eyes out for Brenda, Honey?  I didn't like
the looks of the crowd she was with a little while ago.

"Sure thing."  He said, as he patted and goosed his wife on her beautiful
butt, nearly making her lose the burger for Larcher as she turned to leave.

Marnie carefully returned to Larcher with his order.  

"He is a good cook, you luck out again with this guy."

"Mr. Larcher, please let me put my bra back on.  Some of these people can
make or break my husband's career with this company.  I can't afford to
louse it up for him.  Look at me.  Sure it's amusing to you, maybe
stimulating to the other guys here, but to the wives, it is foul play and
me and my husband will become pariahs when they see me this way."  Marnie
pleaded.

"You know Walter always looks out for you.  I'll tell you what I'm going to
do.  I'm going to introduce you to the man who can make your husband's
career skyrocket.  Come on."  He insisted, holding out his hand.

"No, I can't, not here, not now, not like this."  She protested, as she
tried to pull away from his grasp.

The struggle would only draw attention to her, and the last thing she
wanted was any attention drawn to her at all.  So she reluctantly followed
in Larcher's in tow.  Along the way, she got away with pretending to
scratch her side with her free arm as a way of unobtrusively placing her
arm under her breasts for support. Larcher was walking just a little too
fast, however, for her to maintain the level of decency that she would be
comfortable with.  Plus the physical exertion was raising the perspiration
on her skin a bit.  From the looks of it, Larcher was taking her to one of
the volleyball courts.  This one had a crowd of men around it because the
wives were playing off to see which team would challenge the husbands'
team.

When they reached the game, Larcher had Marnie stand between him and a late
forty or early fifty something balding man, who really seemed to be into
the game.  At a pause in the action, Larcher cleared his throat and said,
"Afternoon Mr. Chester.  This is a great party this year."

"Oh, thanks, yes it is.  Walter, isn't it?"  He replied.

"Yes Sir, Walter Larcher, Sir.  Have you met Marnie here, she's the wife of
Roger in sales."

"Yes, I know him, good man.  Southeast area, I believe.  Glad to meet you.
My, he has good taste.  Where has he been hiding you?  Have you been to one
of these picnics before."

"Oh yes Sir.  I've always enjoyed them."  Marnie said politely.

"I guess they're too big these days for me to get to know everyone's
families. But I sure am glad to meet you.  Oh, Good shot there!  Have you
ever played volleyball before?"  He asked between cheering.

"Not so that I developed any skill at it."  She replied.

"Well, you know these two teams are uneven.  Why don't you walk onto the
team on the left there."  Before she could answer, Mr. Chester had stopped
play to allow Marnie to join in the game.

"No really, I'm not very good.  I don't think I even know all of the
rules."  Marnie tried to decline the invitation.

"Nonsense, everybody can learn and play it before the end of one game.
Here you go on the left front.  Just rotate positions when you are
prompted, hit the ball only once in a row, and have fun."  Mr. Chester
said.

With a push in the low back from Larcher, Marnie was on her way to shocking
the volleyball world in this park.  When it was clear she wasn't going to
be much help on the playing field, the others tried to cover for her.
Marnie would put her hands up to her face as if to protect herself from a
falling rock each time the ball came near her.  When she was rotated to the
middle front, her team called a time-out. They were serious about winning
so they could get their chance at the men's team.  During the time out they
instructed Marnie to stand with her hands over her head about four inches
apart.  Then, just get directly under the ball and push it back up in the
air.  All they wanted from her was to keep it in play so it wouldn't hit
the ground.

So every time the ball was served, until a side was given the point, Marnie
stood under the falling ball and jumped up, pushing it back up into the
air.   Pleased with the success she was having with this simple technique,
she didn't notice that one by one, most of the spectators who were on the
one side with the sun to their backs had gradually moved to the side facing
the sun on the other.  Between the light outlining the shape and size of
her breasts and her perspiration making her shorts and blouse more and more
translucent, she had the crowd cheering for her team, and her successful
shots in particular.

Her team pulled a come from behind victory.  They were jumping, screaming
and hugging.  The other side congratulated them and wished them good luck
against the champion husband team.  Marnie was now fully aware of the
display she was presenting.  She tried to beg out of the championship
match, but the crowd wouldn't have it.  She was part of getting them there
and she needed to finish with them, or so they all argued.

The excitement of the game, the humiliation of being on display, and the
perspiration running down her body started to make her butt crack and bald
pussy visible.  The blouse was starting to get a little clingy too.  So,
Marnie thought it would be best to untuck her shirttails to counteract
whatever she could with the tails lying loose on top of her shorts.  She
couldn't keep her legs together nor could she play with her arms across her
chest and be any help to her team, so she had to bite the bullet and just
do her best to do as instructed to help her team win.  

The women won the first game, before the husbands woke up from their
overconfidence to realize they actually had a battle on their hands.  The
sight of the sweaty bodies of the husbands' across the net with tank tops
and shirts off was getting Marnie wet between the legs, as her pussy juices
mixed with the sweat.  The pale yellow shorts were now showing all of her
cracks and folds when she bent to pick up the ball.  The wives were just as
fascinated with her body and her bald pussy as the men, it seemed, but in
their own way.

Both sides fought hard for the second game and the husbands won, but just
barely.  Marnie couldn't hide a thing from the crowd, so she started trying
to use her assets to her team's advantage in the rubber match.  She
unbuttoned a couple of buttons  at the top of her blouse, so when she was
in the front with her hands on her knees in a ready position, the front row
could look down her blouse to view some cleavage.  When she bent to pick up
the ball, she did so a little slower than necessary, pointing her rear at
the men.  When the game came down to the wire and the score was 13 - 14
husband's side out, the wives went for broke on the husbands' service.
Marnie was at the middle front with her hands ready over her head, when the
wife immediately behind her grabbed her shirttails and pulled her top up,
exposing her full breasts in all their glory to the server just as he was
about to serve.  He ended up sideswiping it out of bounds on his side.  On
the side out for the women, Marnie held her blouse up herself, as the ball
lobbed down to the ground between two awestruck opponents.  

The wives all turned to the center of their team, crouched forward with
their hands in fists, mouths wide open, looks of disbelief on their faces,
and pumped their legs up and down like they were running in place in a wide
stance yelling "Yesss!"  Cheers rang out from the crowd that could be heard
all over the park.  Two teammates took what was left in the water cooler,
laid aside the lid, and poured it over Marnie, who looked like a drowned
rat that couldn't catch its breath. A couple of guys hoisted Marnie up on
their shoulders and started a procession back to the picnic area with
Marnie, the wet heroine, on high, leading the way.  Hands came up from
behind and patted congratulations on her low back and butt.  Occasionally,
a hand would stroke her exposed pussy when they thought they could get away
with it.  Marnie's heart was beating so fast she thought it would pop out
of her chest and flop around on the ground.  She tried to concentrate on
breathing normally as a foundation to calming down.  Everything was
happening so fast, she was totally disoriented.  

When she got in range of Roger being able to see her, she madly pulled at
the material of her blouse to unstick it from her skin.  She couldn't close
her legs to hide her shaved pussy showing through, until they let her down.
When the crowd got to the eating area, they put Marnie on her feet, and
started to fan out, many grabbing a meal they had put off until now.  

Roger led Marnie away from the crowd deeper into the shelter.  What on
earth happened to you?"  He quizzed.

"I got suckered into a volleyball game. When the women beat the men, my
teammates were so excited I was able to help them, they drowned me with
icewater."  Marnie replied, relieved she was able to relate the truth this
time.

"You poor thing.  We've got to get you dry.  Let's go back to the car."
Roger said as he hugged her to transfer his body warmth to her.

Marnie put her hands on his butt and pulled his groin into hers. "What I
really need is for us to sneak into the woods and for you to ravage me.
Now!"

"Marnie, Sweetie, what are you saying?  This is a gathering of the people I
work with.  What if we get caught?"  He worried.

"Honey, either take me in private or take me right here.  I don't care.
I've got to get some relief or I'm going to explode.  Let's go now."  She
said urgently as she grabbed Roger's hand and dragged him away from the
food shelter.

Marnie dragged him to the car.  They got out a blanket.  Then she led him
at a determined pace toward the lake, then along the lake, then back along
the edge of the park, near the volleyball setups, around a baseball
diamond.  Then Marnie stopped, frustrated that there was no place private.
"Here, this way."  She said starting to make her own trail into the woods.
When they were out of sight and almost out of earshot of everyone and
everything going on at the park, Marnie relaxed a bit.   She smiled, slowly
approaching her captive, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him
passionately.  As they kissed, she reached down and put her hand on his
crotch and squeezed and massaged until he was stiffening and undulating his
hips to her touch. Next, she undid his shorts and pulled his underwear down
to his knees. She knelt and put her mouth on his cock and started to lick,
suck and glide her mouth over its length.  When he was as hard as steel,
balls tight up, she stopped, stood up and started to slowly unbutton her
blouse.  Roger quickly stepped out of his pants and removed his shirt. He
groaned as she started to slowly undo her shorts.  Roger quickly unfurled
the blanket on the ground and lay down on his side, propped up on one
elbow, watching and admiring his standing wife doing a slow undulating
seductive dance with her eyes closed.

When she opened her eyes, Roger was extending his hand to her to join him.
With a sultry expression, she slinked forward and knelt down next to him.
As she leaned forward to kiss him, both bodies went into a continuous
smooth motion of intertwining until Roger was on top of her between her
legs and Marnie was in pre-rapture, anticipating the ravaging she was about
to get by her man. 

Roger swept her legs up in his arms and leaned over to kiss her love nest,
something he seldom did, except for special occasions like now. Marnie was
beside herself with lust.  Roger mashed his tongue, his lips, and his nose
all around her nest.  He hummed, sucked, and gently teased with his teeth.
When he reached up and pinched her nipples, she scissored her legs around
his head and arched her butt off of the blanket in an earth shattering
orgasm.  The moment she relaxed her legs enough for him to get his head
out, he plunged his cock into his wife trying to keep her surfing the
orgasmic wave.

Marnie was bucking like a banshee.  Roger's wonderful cock and practiced
motion were not letting her come down from where she was. If she were to
cum again, it would be a new, higher threshold.  "Oh yes!  You're
wonderful.  Do me.  Oh do me good. Oh, you wonderful man."  Marnie
exclaimed in the throes of passion.

Then for no particular reason, she opened her eyes and looked to the
Roger's right rear.  There stood Larcher partially covered by vegetation,
with a Palmcorder.  Marnie started to hit Roger on the right arm.  Roger
thought she wanted him to work harder and he increased his effort.  Marnie
looked at Larcher then got overtaken by her state and tried to cum as fast
as she could.  She was so close, and would be worse off if she didn't get
over this mountain.  Roger was pumping as hard and as fast as he could.  He
was nearing his release.  Marnie was panicking.  "Oh Honey, please don't
stop if you can help it.  I'm so close.  Oh god, you're wonderful."  She
said, blocking out Larcher's presence.  Marnie bucked and squirmed like a
worm on a hook as Roger was starting to stiffen his thrusts.  She arched
her back to take his climax, stiffening herself to endure her release,
forming a human bridge between the two of them off of the ground.  Each
after-thrust of Roger's sent an after-jolt of orgasm to Marnie, till they
lay totally spent next to each other on the ground.

Remembering what she saw, Marnie crunched up to her elbows and looked
around, but there was no trace of anyone around.  Marnie was then haunted
by the nagging conflict between hoping it to have been her imagination and,
her concern that, if so, her imagination might be affecting her moments
with Roger.  The former or the later would mean that she was no longer
successful at keeping the Larchers free from her family.

"Thank you Dear.  You're so good to me.  I Love you very much."  She said
to Roger in an embrace, just before they started to dress and pack up.
"Where is that Brenda, anyway?"  She pondered out loud.

When they got back to the food shelter, there were Marnie's shoes next to
Roger's barbecue tools, apron neatly folded, with his chef's hat sitting up
on top.  Marnie went for the shoes, only to discover that the bra and
panties were gone.  By now she was dry, but her hair and clothing were
disheveled. 

"It's time to go Hun, don't you think?"  Marnie asked hopefully.

"Sure do Sweets.  Let me get my things."  Roger said, as he went to pick up
his cooking gear.

"Where do you suppose Brenda is?"  Marnie asked.

"It's okay.  She left a note.  We'll meet her at the house."  Roger said
unconcerned.

"Really!?  What does it say?"  Marnie asked alarmed.

"Here."  Roger handed it to her.

"Hey Mom and Dad, Jeff Larcher and his dad are taking me for a ride back to
town.  Meet you at home.  Love, Brenda."