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Acquisition 22/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

In the car, the girls commented on their mom's generally bedraggled condition.
Fortunately, 'Aunt Bess' covered up for Pam, saying that they had an extra hard
workout. Also, Bess had let Pam put on an oversized sweatshirt in the car. It
hid the skin tight leotard workout outfit that the girls' mother was wearing.
Bess wanted to keep Pam's dual lifestyles a secret from her family as much as
Pam did. It also added to the conspiratorial nature of their activities. A
secret between lovers, an exciting secret.

Bess dropped the Henderson family women off at their home and waved at Bill as
he was pulling into the driveway from work. Bess smiled to herself as she drove
around the block. "Oh yes, Pam and her nice family. Pam, devoted wife and
mother, who just a few minutes earlier had been sucking on the cocks of two men,
with colored beads jammed up her ass. Pam, her Pet, who made her life so much
fun." Bess reached over and grabbed her purse. Tomorrow she would try out the
little toys Jake had given her for Pet.

Once at home she discovered that her 'retired work crew' had finished most of
the fence. They had left, leaving a note saying that they would finish tomorrow.

In her home, Pam fixed her family a quick meal then ran and took a shower. Later
that night Bill made overtures for sex. Pam's first thought was if making love
with her husband would be all right with Miss Bess. After deciding it would be
OK, Pam had to consciously fight herself from sliding down his body and taking
his tumescent cock in her mouth. She was able to resist the urge, fearing what
her husband might think if she used her newly learned oral skills on him.

Bill was hoping that she would take him in her mouth again, but was afraid to
ask his proper, innocent wife for such an act. The husband and wife-- both
wanting the same thing-- couldn't communicate their desires to each other.

But Pam was pleased, sex in the middle of the week was a very rare occurrence in
the Henderson household and after today's 'workout' the housewife needed the
release. Bill's hardness felt good in her soupy cunt.

On Thursday after school Pam made her way to Bess' house. The three old men were
nailing up the last boards of the privacy fence. When Pam arrived they all made
their way into the enclosure and stood silently watching Pam. For the first time
they were within a few feet of the housewife as she began to strip off her
clothes. The men were strangely silent, but they all were watching her intently.
Pam looked around the enclosure. The fence was 6 feet high and 15 ft square. The
boards were spaced on each side of a runner so air could move through the fence,
but no one could see in from the outside. Pam felt a strange calm. Part of it
was the feeling of homecoming every time she came to Bess' now, but part of it
was knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about her family catching a glimpse
of her 'secret life'.

Because she was so relaxed and the men were behaving, she stripped off her
clothes in a normal fashion. She didn't try to hide or jump through the door.
She simply disrobed and walked with tits jiggling and ass swaying up the steps
and in the door. When the door shut behind her she could hear the men begin to
talk excitedly. She smiled as they described how beautiful and sexy she was.
Bess was right, she did have some kind of power over men, but Bess had the power
over her.

On the table was 'Mr. Friendly'. But peering in the door window were three faces
with big smiles. Taking off her clothes was one thing but... 'Mr. Friendly'...
Pam snatched up the dildo and walked around the corner out of sight. When she
reappeared, the dildo was deep inside of her quim and rubbing her deliciously
with every step. Pam headed for the stairs.

Bess was waiting in her room. She handed Pam the harness that held the dildo,
and without saying a word Bess dropped the robe she was wearing and laid on the
bed. Finally she whispered, "fuck me, Pet," and opened her legs.

Later in the shower, after both women had been on the giving and receiving end
of 'Mr. Friendly', Bess told Pam that she was going to have a small dinner party
the next night. She wanted Pam to help her. It was Friday, and Bill could watch
the kids. After all Bess needed her Pet to do the cooking and serving.

After they had dried each other Bess had Pam sit on her bed. "Look what I
brought from Jake's Pet," Bess exclaimed as she dumped several items from her
purse onto the bed.

In a small pile were the anal beads, two silver metal balls each a little over
an inch in diameter, a black rubber cone about 3 inches long from tip to base, a
black sleep mask and a gold plated thin chain, about a foot long with little
adjustable round eyelets on each end.

"Miss Bess, what are all these thing for?" The housewife asked in a simple and
credulous voice.

"Things for my Pet to enjoy."

"They are for me?" the child in Pam exclaimed.

"Well, Jake has loaned them to both of us Pet." Then she continued, "you know
what the beads are for." Pam blushed remembering the intensity of her orgasm the
day before.

Seeing her Pet color, Bess said, "They were wonderful, weren't they?"

Pam simply nodded her head.

"I'm sure these other things will be just as wonderful. Let's try these metal
balls first. Lay back on the bed Pet and pull your knees up to your chest." Pam
complied with a fluttering in her gut. What was Bess going to do?

With her knees touching her red tipped tits, Pam's vulva became a mound between
her thighs. The flesh around her slit was pushed up and out. The skin tight and
inviting. Bess noticed that little hair stubble was growing out where Pam had
been waxed. She told the exposed housewife that she needed a trim. "When you
take a bath at home use your razor and clean up those little hairs. Use a
make-up mirror, Pet."

Bess ran a finger up and down Pam's slit for a few moments. It quickly became
wet. "Now Pet, Jake told me that these are called Ben Wa' Balls. A woman is
supposed to keep them in her vagina. They roll around inside. They are very
therapeutic I'm told, and much more comfortable than walking around with 'Mr.
Friendly' stuck inside you. With these you can bend and move easily. In fact,
when you bend and move they are supposed to feel good. You can even exercise
with these Pet."

Bess took one of the balls and popped it into her mouth. She wanted to warm the
metal ball and moisten it. Remembering her last gynecological visit, Bess knew
how uncomfortable cold metal felt inside a vagina. She wanted Pam to enjoy this
experience. If what Jake said was true, these things would keep Pam's fuse lit
constantly. Which was just what Bess wanted.

After a few moments Bess took the saliva coated ball out of her mouth and placed
it at the center of the housewife's puffy slit. "Open up Pet, here it comes."
Pam shifted and squirmed slightly as Bess pressed her hand against the ball. It
didn't so much pop in as slide into Pam's pussy. "Ummm" was the only response
from the housewife.

Bess' finger followed the ball into the buttery snatch. She kept pushing until
the ball moved away from her finger tip. Bess could no longer feel the metal
ball, it had slid deep into the recesses of Pam's cunt on its own, as if
swallowed into the void of her sex. Bess was concerned that they might have
trouble getting it out of Pam's cunt. She didn't want to have to go to the
Hospital Emergency Room with Pam. How could you tell a Doctor that your friend
had a steel ball stuck up her pussy? Then again, that certainly would humiliate
Pet wouldn't it?

Then Bess remembered the amazing control Pet had over her vagina muscles, she
figured that Pam could probably expel the balls without too much trouble. She
placed the second ball in her mouth to warm it. This time when placed at the
center of the slit, the ball almost leaped off Bess' finger tips into the
clasping warm wet hole of the housewife. Pam groaned a little. Bess couldn't be
sure but she thought that she heard a muffled click of metal. Almost like the
two spheres bumping into each other deep within the housewife's sweet pussy.

"Ok Pet, put your legs down."

Pam lowered her legs, and immediately a quiet, "ahhh," escaped her lips.

"Stand up, Pet." Bess pulled Pam to her feet. The housewife stood, tits thrust
out, but her thighs were clasped together.

"Spread your legs slightly." Pam moved her feet about 6 inches apart. Bess could
see Pam's stomach muscles tighten as she flexed her vagina to hold the balls.

"A little farther." Pam spread her feet a foot apart. Beads of perspiration
began to pop out on the housewife's forehead as she continued to flex her
internal muscles. "Now take a step forward." Pam's right foot moved forward and
the change in the muscles she was using, released the ball. She could feel it
start to slide down her channel, picking up momentum, then popping through her
pussy lips and landing with a thump between her legs. The other ball remained
lodged deep inside of her.

A weak, sad "Oh," was all the housewife said as she looked from the floor to
Miss Bess.

"Back on the bed, Pet. We will try again."

After several attempts Pam was able to walk gently around the room without
"losing" a ball. The sliding and rubbing of the balls inside her oily snatch
kept Pam wet and on edge. "That's good, Pet."

"I want you to keep the Ben Wa' Balls inside of you all the time now. And I MEAN
ALL the time. At home, at work, shopping, at night in bed, wherever you go."

Pam looked unsure.

"You can take them out when you go to the bathroom, or when I tell you, that's
it. Of course you have to take them out before Bill fucks you Pet. But from now
on no more of that unless you ask me first. UNDERSTAND?"

Pam had confessed to Bess about screwing her husband the night before.

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"Of course most of the time you wear your big cotton panties so, you don't have
to worry about dropping a ball at an embarrassing moment. If that happens, you
will get the balls right back inside you as soon as possible."

"Yes, Miss Bess." Pam was wondering how she would be able to keep her mind on
teaching or anything else with the balls rolling around inside of her.

"Good girl. We will look at these other toys another day. Now Pet, go home and
be back here tomorrow at 6 O'clock. Don't forget to shave that stubble and no
screwing around with your husband tonight."

Pam and Bess walked down stairs. Pam very walked gingerly, keeping her Ben Wa'
balls in place. At the back door Pam finally got the courage to ask the question
that had worried her since hearing of tomorrow's party.

"Miss Bess, when I come to your house I am always naked... Tomorrow..."

"Oh, Pet," Bess said feeling protective of her possession. "First, this is OUR
house."

Pam smiled and felt a belonging to Bess like never before.

Bess smiled at her possession, "Second, no don't worry. When my guests are here
you will be dressed." At least for a while Bess thought. She continued, "Take
your clothes off when you come in tomorrow as usual, but then we will pick out
something nice for you to wear. My guests won't be arriving until 7 O'clock so
we will have time to prepare. I'll get all the food and it should take you no
longer than an hour or so to prepare. We will be having something simple.

Pam went out the door. The fence was finished and Mr. Odom had dragged his
picnic table into a corner of the enclosure. The three men were sitting playing
Gin Rummy.

Pam slowly descended the steps to the patio. She went slow, fearing that a metal
ball might pop out of her, and she didn't want that to happen. Of course her
deliberate movements gave the men ample time to inspect her charms. Pam could
feel their eyes boring into her naked flesh.

She was on the horns of a dilemma. Go slow and the dirty old men could gawk at
her to their hearts content. If she moved fast then the humiliation of her cunt
toys falling out would be unbearable. Pam opted to go slow.

As Pam reached for her panties, Bess appeared at the door. "Pet, you need to
thank Mr. Odom and his friends for building you this fence for privacy. Go over
to them and say thank you." Pam began to bend over slowly to put on her panties.

"DO IT RIGHT NOW!" Bess said in a harsh voice.

Pam shuffled over to the table, and stood with her thighs clamped together. She
stared at the azure blue sky, unable to meet the eyes of the men.

This woman was a piece of art the three men thought. Nice big tits, with nipples
red and hard. And that little bit of pubic hair on the top of her slit. She was
beautiful. The old men had never seen anything like Pam except at a strip club
or in some old 'Playboy' magazine that they all kept hidden from their wrinkly
old wives. But here she was, not more than three feet from them, a naked blond
goddess.

"God, look at her would you," one of the men exclaimed.

"I am, I am," the other replied.

Bess called from the door, "Pet, show them how thankful you are for their hard
work. Show them your pretty pussy. Spread your legs a little."

Pam was mortified. How could she spread her legs? The balls might slip out of
her very wet vagina. It was bad enough standing in front of these men completely
naked. They were her neighbors for God's sake. They knew her husband and her
kids. But here she stood displayed in front of them.

"Go on spread your legs, Mrs. Henderson," the evil Mr. Odom said, parroting
Bess' order.

Pam gently slipped her feet apart a few inches. Another few centimeters of Pam's
labia came into view.

"More," Bess ordered from the door.

God what was she going to do? She had her vagina clamped as tight as she could.
She slipped her feet a few more inches apart. More of her moist crevice appeared
to the delight of the onlookers.

"More."

Pam spread a little wider. Now she could feel the lower ball beginning to slip.
Millimeter by millimeter gravity was pulling it downward. Her juices gathering
in front of it like water being pushed by a window washer's squeegee. Making her
channel even more slick and breaking the friction that held the ball in place.

The men could now see Pam's entire vulva and pussy.

"Man look at that cunt," one man said hoarsely.

The ball continued to slip. Pam's dilemma was maddening what could she do? Her
hands fluttered at her sides. Involuntarily she raised one of her hands to her
soft rounded lower tummy, just above her pubic patch. She pressed the heel of
her hand into the soft flesh as if that might stop the movement. But the moment
of truth was coming no matter how hard she tightened her pussy. Her flexing
caused her wet slit to vibrate and jump.

"Look at her pussy, its alive," one of the men exclaimed.

The ball was now right at the opening. In a moment the men would be able to see
the shinny metal begin to separate her engorged cunt lips and then it would fall
onto the patio for everyone to see. They would see that their neighbor, a church
going wife, mother and teacher had a sex toy jammed up her pussy like a common
slut.

"This can't happen," Pam's mind screamed at her.

In a reflex action Pam slipped her hand down and using her middle finger, she
solved her dilemma. In her mind it was the lesser of two evils. She inserted her
middle finger between her cunt lips and pushed the ball back into her sopping
fuck channel.

"Look, she's fingering herself for us."

"Look at her, she has her finger stuck up inside, playing with herself."

"Jeez, I never thought I'd see something like this."

Pam stood in front of the men, breasts heaving in shame. Her finger stuck in her
pussy. Her face fell in resignation. This was all that she could do after all,
she had no choice. Holding her vagina like a little girl caught doing something
naughty. The old men witness to her humiliation.

Finally, Bess called out, "Get dressed Pet. Go home."

Pam walked away from the men. Her hand holding her vagina closed. She slumped on
the steps, and heard the door shut above her. Wearily she carefully pulled on
her panties. The men watched as she got dressed.

As Pam walked to her house one of the balls slipped out and bounced around
inside of her panties. By the time she got inside it was nestled between the
cheeks of her ass. Pam hiked up her skirt, reached into her panties, slid the
ball deep into her womb, then headed to her car to pick up the girls from
school. At least sitting in the car she wouldn't have to worry.

Acquisition 23/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

That night, after dinner with her family, Pam went to the master bathroom and
removed the Ben Wa Balls. She was still very moist and they slipped out fairly
easily. Then she used the toilet and climbed into a warm relaxing bath. Usually
she showered, but tonight she luxuriated in the hot tub. Remembering Bess'
instruction, Pam shaved her legs while sitting on the side of the tub. Then,
using a make-up mirror to see beneath her, she carefully lathered and shaved
between her legs. Leaving the triangle of pubic hair at the crown of her labia.
As she shaved she noticed that her clit seemed very red. She had never examined
herself very closely and the mirror gave her a new view of her sex organs. Her
clit was so sensitive these days. She dismissed the bright red organ as nothing
unusual. It was probably all of the recent stimulation that caused it to be red
and sensitive. She didn't notice that her red stiff bud was a perfect color
match to her nipples.

After drying herself she followed 'Miss Bess' orders and reinserted the balls.
After having them inside her all afternoon, they felt like old friends as the
balls filled her tight vagina once again. The housewife put on a pair of
panties. She couldn't have an accident during the night. What would Bill think
if they awoke in the morning with metal balls in bed with them.

Fortunately Bill fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He had barely
given Pam a peck on the cheek before he was snoring softly.

Pam laid in bed staring at the ceiling. She was horny and the balls had her wet.
She gently rubbed her thighs back and forth over each other until she achieved a
mild orgasm. "The balls really helped in making me cum," Pam thought as she
finally slipped off to sleep.

The next day seemed to drag for hours for both Bess and Pam.

Bess spent the morning shopping. Picking out some food and wine for dinner.
After lunch she called her guests to confirm that they were coming to dinner.
She would be dining with three gentlemen. The two that she and Pam had danced
with and made out with in the car. Also the gentleman from several weeks ago,
the man who had bought Pam drinks on their first visit to Jake's restaurant and
slipped his business card to Bess.

When Bess had called the men earlier in the week they all remembered the women,
particularly Pam. Each of them asked if the housewife was going to be at the
dinner before they agreed to come. At first Bess was pissed off that the men
were more interested in Pam than her. But, she was used to being rejected and at
least with Pam as bait she would be spending the evening with three handsome
men. If not for Pam, Bess knew that in all likelihood, she would be dining
alone. So she rationalized that the men's interest in Pet was a good thing.

Bess hoped that she would get fucked again tonight. The ride she had taken on
top of Jake earlier in the week had whetted her appetite. She hadn't realized
just how much she had been missing a good stiff man's cock since her divorce.
All three men confirmed the dinner, but each asked again if Pam would be there.

Pam went through her day as usual, but there was a big difference. Or perhaps
what could be better described as two little differences. She found that she was
able to almost forget about the Ben Wa balls at times. But she stayed wet and if
she made a particularly unusual motion the balls would move and rub. Chasing
after pre-schoolers meant that Pam often had to make little jumps, stretches and
bends. And each of those was accompanied by a tingling in her cunt. For much of
the morning Pam stayed calm. But at other times she came close to having little
orgasms. At one point when Pam was staring off into space a little girl asked
"Miss Pam" if she was all right. Snapping herself back from the delicious
feeling in her pussy the teacher said "Yes, honey," and then went on with her
lesson. She did her job, but every time she had a quiet moment her thoughts
immediately turned to sex, her wet pussy, and even the feel of a warm hard penis
in her hand, cunt or... her mouth.

After school, Pam went to the store and purchased the food approved for her
family's meals by Bess. She also picked up some snacks for Bill and the girls to
eat while Pam was serving dinner at Bess'. Bill had agreed to watch the girls
while Pam 'helped' Bess with her dinner party. In fact, Bill commented how glad
he was that their divorced neighbor was starting to socialize. He thought that
his wife had been a wonderful friend and continued to encourage Pam to help
Bess. For Bill, ignorance was bliss.

Bill had jokingly made Pam promise that since she would be out this evening, she
would have to be home to watch the girls on Saturday. He had a golf date with
some of his buddies. That was perfect for Pam. The girls didn't need watching on
Saturday morning or afternoon. They usually played with friends, and were old
enough to 'look out for themselves' during the day. Pam knew she would need an
exercise workout on Saturday anyway, since she was missing one today.

The rest of the day was normal for Pam, except for the constant pressure and
rubbing in her vagina. She stayed in a state of arousal except where her
concentration on some task helped her forget about the Ben Wa balls. She decided
that she would have to ask Bess if it would be OK for her to have sex with her
husband tonight. "God," she thought, "the way I feel I might actually rape poor
Bill when I get the chance."

Pam made dinner early and served her family right at 6:00. Seeing that all was
OK with Bill and the girls, Pam headed over to Bess', saying that she would eat
the food she helped Bess fix for her guests. Pam entered the privacy fence
through a gate and disrobed. Mr. Odom and his friends were nowhere to be seen.
"It's Friday evening," Pam thought, "Even they must have some family obligations
sometimes."

Naked and excited, Pam entered the house. Hearing the door, Bess called for Pam
to come immediately to the kitchen. Bess stood in the middle of the room. Pots
and pans were strewn about, and it was clear that the food was still a long way
from being ready.

"Pet, you need to help me. We have to cook the meal, set the table and I have to
get dressed. It's already after 6:00. Let's get going."

In her usual efficient manner Pam set about getting the meal in the oven and
cleaning up the mess. She got the plates, utensils and glasses out and meekly
asked 'Miss Bess' if she would set the table so she could continue with
preparing the meal. Bess was amazed and pleased at the housewife's control of
the situation. She didn't like responding to Pam in this way, but knew that it
was the only real help she could be. Bess did what Pam requested, but told
herself that she would remind Pet who was in charge later.

With just a few minutes of Pam's efforts, things were coming together for the
dinner. The fact that Pam had been cooking and cleaning Bess' house helped. The
visiting housewife probably knew the kitchen better than the owner. Bess told
Pam that she was going to get dress. It was 6:30.

"Miss Bess, what about me?" Pam asked, looking down at her naked tits.

"I have already laid out some things for you to wear on your bed, Pet." When you
can get away from the kitchen go put them on." Bess started to walk away, then
turned and added, "Oh Pet, take out the Ben Wa balls, and you need to put some
make-up on, understand?"

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"There is not enough time for you to do your nails, so concentrate on your eyes
and lips." Bess hurried up the stairs. About 10 minutes later things in the
kitchen were at the point where nothing else needed to be done until the meal
was ready. It was ten minutes before 7:00 when Pam rushed up the stairs to her
room.

On the bed were the pretty red dress and thigh high black stockings. Red high
heels were on the floor. That was all that was out. Did Pam not want her to wear
any undergarments?" Pam thought in a panic. "Surely she had just forgotten to
put panties and a bra out. No, she had put out the stockings. Bess wanted her
naked under the dress." Pam sat on the bed and contracted her vagina until she
could pull the balls out. They were slick with her secretions and Pam felt an
emptiness. Quickly she pulled on the stockings, then the shoes. Finally she
stood and slipped the dress over her head. It was beautiful with a scoop
neckline and thin shoulder straps. The skirt flared at the hips. The hem fell
well short of her nylon encased knees. Pam began to button the dress up the
back. It wasn't hard for her. "My exercising has made me flexible," Pam thought
with satisfaction, "Only a few weeks ago I would have needed help to get this
dress buttoned up."

Pam looked at herself in the mirror. "Not bad," she thought, "I can get away not
wearing a bra now. But I will have to be careful bending over." The housewife
sat at the make-up table and began combing out her blonde hair. Looking over the
limited cosmetics she had available she knew that the makeup she would be
putting on would not give her the usual Mommy look. The lipstick was bright red
and the eye shadow and mascara were dark. Pam didn't look slutty but the makeup
did make her look sultry. At 7 o'clock Bess stopped at Pam's door and said she
was going downstairs.

While Pam put the finishing touches on her make-up she heard the doorbell ring.
She could hear Bess greeting and several male voices.

As Pam came down the stairs, shoulders back, managing to be graceful in her high
heels, Bess and two men turned to look at her. Immediately Pam blushed as she
realized the two men were the ones that they had spent the evening with the week
before. Bess said, "Pet, you remember Joe and Hank." The doorbell rang again.
Bess opened the door and an older gentleman entered. Pam thought she recognized
him, but Bess immediately solved the mystery by introducing Gerald, the man Pam
had met at Jake's restaurant. With all the players in place, Bess instructed Pam
to finish preparing the meal while she had a drink with her new friends.

Pam retreated to the kitchen, glad to be away from the staring eyes of the three
men. As she took the meal from the oven and prepared to serve, Pam could hear
laughter and joking from the living room. Someone had turned on the stereo and
soft jazz filled the house.

Pam carried a tray with some chips and dip into the living room. The three men
and Bess were standing in a small circle talking. As Pam entered, the
distinguished Gerald asked Bess if he could fix the 'beautiful lady' a drink. It
was obvious that the men had quickly figured out that Bess was in charge.

"Sure," was Bess' reply, "She could use a drink."

The older man fixed a strong drink and, taking the tray from Pam, handed the
glass to the housewife. He put the tray on a table and smoothly snaked his arm
around her waist. He stood next to Pam and made no attempt to hide his efforts
to look down the front of her dress.

"My, My, Gerald," Bess exclaimed, "I expected these horny young men to be after
Pet, but I guess that silver in your hair doesn't mean that you don't appreciate
a good looking woman."

"She is gorgeous," he replied. That comment brought color to Pam's cheeks. Bess
slipped her arms into the arms of the young men she was standing with and
answered, "That's OK, it leaves these young hunks for me."

Everyone except Pam laughed and took sips of their drinks. Pam choked a little
on the strong alcohol, but managed to get down a swallow.

"How is dinner coming, Pet?" Bess asked.

Pam took the question as an opportunity to disengage from Gerald and head to the
kitchen. "I need to get ready to serve." Pam hurried into the kitchen, hearing
comments about her swaying ass from the men.

Pam stayed in the kitchen until Bess came in and asked if dinner was ready.

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"Good, we are going to the table. I want you to serve us."

Pam waited for a minute then began carrying food to the table. There were only
four places set at the table. Pam wouldn't be sitting with Bess and her guests.
"Pet, take care of us like a good little servant."

Pam was actually relieved that she wouldn't have to sit with the men. Playing
servant was a much more comfortable position for her. She felt so awkward around
men.

Pam began to serve each person. Bess was served first and she took the
opportunity to run her hand up and down Pam's back as the housewife leaned over
to put a plate in front of her. This action wasn't lost on the three men. They
correctly assumed that the housewife was fair game for a touch or caress, as she
served them.

Gerald was next, he duplicated Bess' motion but allowed his hand to run all the
way down onto Pam's ass. He couldn't feel any telltale panty seams and smiled to
himself. Then he craned his head back knowing that Pam's dress was short. He was
rewarded with a view of the fleshy bottom of Pam's ass cheeks that peeked just
below the hem of the red skirt and stocking clad legs that stretched towards the
floor.

Pam jumped away from Gerald causing his plate to rattle as it was dropped
slightly.

"Pet, be careful. I expect you to do a good job for me and my guests. Don't make
me have to punish you for being sloppy."

Pam blushed. Talk of her being punished in front of the men was not something
she expected.

"Well, what do you say, Pet?"

Pam blushed even deeper, it was bad enough being called Pet, but now Pam needed
to reply.

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"Good, Pet!" Turning to her guests, Bess said, "I sure that you gentlemen could
tell that Pet and I have a very special relationship."

Hank, wide eyed asked, "Does she do everything you say."

"Well most of the time. You enjoyed your handjob from her the other night,
didn't you?"

"Yeah," Hank replied, "Can you make her do... anything?"

All three men were listening intently. Pam was as well, but she was also leaning
next to Joe putting his plate in front of him.

"As I said, Pet and I have a very special bond, but within reason she knows that
doing what I say is really making her a better person. Haven't I helped you a
lot, Pet?"

"Yes, Miss Bess."

Joe, reached for his glass as Pam was leaning down and purposely rubbed his
forearm back and forth across Pam's chest. Pam jumped again and quickly backed
away.

The last to be served was Hank. Pam carefully approached his chair staying as
far away as possible while placing his plate in front of him. But the young man
reached out and placed his hand on the back of her leg and moved it upward under
the housewife's skirt.

Hank grabbed a handful of ass flesh, causing Pam to jump and drop his plate
several inches. The crockery rattling noisily as it hit the table.

"She did it again," Hank cried, "She did it again. You need to punish her."

Bess hated to be pushed, and simply replied, "Shut up Hank, you would jump too
if somebody grabbed your ass." Gerald and Joe laughed at the man. Pam beamed
with pride as her 'Miss Bess' defended her.

Pam's relief was short lived as Bess growled, "Damn you, Pet, some of Hank's
gravy splashed onto your dress. Come with me to the kitchen so I can clean you
up."

Bess stood and led Pam into the kitchen. There really wasn't much of a mess on
Pam's dress, but Bess decided that she would use this opportunity to humiliate
Pam a little further and prepare her for some training. She spun Pam around and
began unbuttoning the back of the dress. "We need to rinse this off. I won't
have an expensive dress I bought for you getting ruined."

"But, Miss Bess. They are just in the other room. They might see."

"Don't question me. Now lift up your arms." Bess pulled the dress over Pam's
head leaving her wearing only her heels and stockings.

Bess made a small show of placing the dress in the sink and rinsing off the
gravy. What she managed to do was soak the dress and make it unwearable. Then
she turned and said, "Since you are making such a mess, why don't you put on an
apron?" She pulled a frilly white apron from a drawer and thrust it into Pam's
hands.

Wanting to cover her nudity with anything because she feared the men might come
into the kitchen, Pam put her head through the neck strings. Smoothing the
material in front of her, Pam soon discovered that while the apron would cover
her a little, most of her body was left uncovered.

Bess picked up the strings at the waist and tied them behind Pam. The apron had
a small bib that only covered each breast to the nipple. Twin globes of tit hung
out from each side. The apron skirt did not reach the tops of her stockings.
Pam's back and ass were completely exposed as the apron didn't even reach the
sides of her body.

"There, Pet. Now you don't have to worry if you spill something else," Bess said
smugly. Then she left the kitchen saying, "Bring us our desert in ten minutes."

Pam stood in the middle of the kitchen, her exposed body covered with
goosebumps. It wasn't cold, the goosebumps were from the knowledge that soon she
would be naked in front of another group of men. She knew that they would be as
excited as her when they saw her 'new' body.

She touched her wedding ring gently and wondered what her family was doing right
now, just a few hundred feet away. She could hear the men joking and laughing
with Bess in the other room. She smoothed down the frilly apron, then tried to
push both of her tits behind the small bib. It was hopeless. Finally, she heard
Bess call out, "Pet, where are you? We are ready for desert." Pam picked up the
desert tray. It held four bowls of chocolate mousse. Pam stood straight and,
with anticipation of the men's reaction, walked proudly into the dining room.

Acquisition 24/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

Pam entered the dining room. As expected, the comments from the three men began
as soon as she came into view.

"I thought you gentlemen would enjoy Pet more if she were dressed as the kitchen
help rather than a guest," Bess giggled. Pam tried to ignore the comments and
went about serving the desert. Bess of course was served first. Pam placed the
bowl of chocolate mousse in front of her.

"Thank you Pet, you certainly do make the dinner more fun. Too bad your tits
can't hide behind the apron." She reached up and bunched the apron bib between
the swinging breasts of the housewife. They were large enough to keep the
material stuck between them and expose all of the large red-tipped globes. Now
only Pam's pussy was still hidden. The men whistled appreciatively.

"Man, I knew she had some world class tits," Hank commented.

"Yeah, nice ass too," added Joe.

As she placed the remaining bowls in front of the men she had to dodge grasping
hands on her ass, tits and in Hank's case, up under the front of the apron
skirt. They all managed to get quick feels. Despite Pam's embarrassment she
could feel her pussy becoming wetter and wetter with each comment and grab.

As she walked around the table towards the kitchen Gerald reached out and
grabbed the tie at her back. She couldn't move forward, held at the waist. Pam
could feel the bow that Bess had tied coming undone. The bow's knot slipped and
the apron came loose at the waist. Trying to get Pam to turn back around, Gerald
kept pulling on the string. This threw Pam off balance and she started
staggering sideways. The heels, not made for walking sideways, caused her ankles
to buckle under her and Pam, with serving tray flying, landed hard on the floor.
The apron flew up around her head, blinding her, but leaving her entire body
uncovered.

Bess jumped up, worried that Pam might have hurt herself. The three men were
close behind. Between the cloth covering her head and the wind being knocked out
of her lungs, Pam was gasping for breath.

"Pet, are you all right?" Bess asked, concerned. She pulled the apron off of
Pam's head to get her some air. It fluttered to the ground, completely off the
housewife.

The three men quickly surrounded Pam and easily lifted her to her feet, their
hands taking the opportunity to hold her tits, thighs and ass. Pam leaned
unsteadily against the table catching her breath. As she leaned forward on her
elbows her right tit pushed itself into one of the bowls of chocolate mousse.
Pam didn't even notice, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, but Hank did.
He gingerly lifted Pam's other breast and pushed another bowl of desert under
the housewife. The tit made a plopping sound as it hit the sticky chocolate when
he released the breast.

Pam's breath was returning to normal and Bess sighed in relief. "You're Ok,
Pet?"

"Yes, Miss Bess," Pam finally choked out, still leaning on the table.

"Here, take a sip of drink," Hank said, wanting to see the chocolate covered
tits. Pam stood up and took the offered glass. Everyone burst out laughing
breaking the tension in the room.

Pam, finally feeling the cold on her sensitive skin, looked down and saw her
brown covered chest. She squealed in shock. Another round of laughter broke out.
Then Pam smiled and let out a hearty laugh of her own. It was a ridiculous
situation. She was standing naked in a group of fully clothed people with a
sweet chocolate pudding covering her breasts.

"I'm glad you are in the spirit of things, Pet." And everyone laughed again.
Bess picked up a bowl of chocolate and led Pam into the living room. The men
followed like puppy dogs.

Bess directed Pam to sit on the coffee table, then pressed on her shoulders so
the housewife was laying on her back. Pam's legs were on the floor and her
chocolate tits were pointing at the ceiling. Bess turned to her guests and said,
"Gentlemen, I believe that desert is served."

The three men dropped to their knees around the table.

"Miss Bess, what... they shouldn't... wait... Miss Bess, I was just supposed to
serve the meal."

"Pet, you ARE the meal."

All three men looked at Bess expectantly.

"Gentlemen, Pet belongs to me. I don't want you taking any liberties with her
unless I say so." Bess was enjoying her power, not just over Pam, but also over
the three kneeling men. "God, this is great," she thought feeling flushed with
her control, "They will all dance to my tune."

Bess paused, amused with the scenario that she had set up for the men and Pam.
In a level voice that masked her excitement Bess continued, "Did you know that
poor Pet has never had her pussy eaten? All her husband has ever done is kiss
her pubes a few times."

The worldly Gerald chimed in, "I thought you two were... "

Bess laughed, "Oh, we play but neither one of us are dykes. No, we don't eat
each other, but as sweet as she is, I must admit that it has crossed my mind."

"Miss Bess, No... I can't let this... I'm married... "

"Shut up, Pet. I'm tired of hearing that you are married. I told you, when you
are here you are married to me."

Bess reached down and grabbed Pam's left hand. Using her strong fingers she
roughly pulled the rings from Pam's ring finger.

"I'll keep these for a while, to help remind you who you belong to." Pam began
to sob softly. "Now we need to have our desert. Don't we, guys?"

"Yeah, lets have desert," Joe agreed.

"Now, Gerald, I'm sure that an older man like you has eaten a lot of pussy."
Bess scooped two fingers through the bowl of chocolate mousse and rubbed the
dark sticky gelatin onto Pam's cunt. "Get between Pet's legs and show us how
it's done. Hank, Joe, why don't you get yours from those nice titties of hers?"

Three grinning men all leaned over Pam simultaneously. Hank and Joe began to
lick the chocolate covered tits. Each man immediately went for the nipple. The
men's rough tongues removed the desert from the points of Pam's boobs Pam's tits
resembled chocolate scoops with red cherry's on top. After pausing and enjoying
the sight both men dived back down and slavered Pam's breasts with their mouths.

Pam reacted to the tit stimulation by gently arching her back towards the hungry
mouths. The tears of losing her rings and thoughts of Bill were forgotten as the
pleasurable feeling coursed through her chest. Gerald, on his knees between
Pam's legs, grinned at Bess and lowered his face. He tentatively stuck out his
tongue and licked the chocolate covered pubic hair at the top of Pam's wet slit.
Like the scene above, Pam's erect and hard red clit looked like a cherry nestled
in chocolate. Then he 'dove in.' His tongue running up and down the length of
Pam's pussy lips. The labia separating smoothly as the tip of the man's tongue
slid up and down. He didn't jab his tongue into her but worked on cleaning the
chocolate mess up. Once Pam was clean he teased her clit then stuck his tongue
deeply into her juicing quim.

Pam was being worked on by three male mouths. The housewife was writhing in
unabashed sexual stimulation. Two men were nibbling and licking her tits, while
a third greedily sucked her cunt. The diminutive Bess stood above the tableau
and enjoyed the scene. "Soon, very soon," Bess thought, "I'll have Pet doing
everything and anything I say. Anytime, anyplace, with no reservations." She
rolled Pam's rings around in her palm and smiled.

The housewife was building to orgasm. The first one she had ever experienced
with a tongue probing deep in her wet fuck hole. She was a mass of nerve
endings. All of the chocolate had been cleaned from her body, replaced by the
wet saliva of the three men. Sensing that her Pet was close to cumming Bess
shouted, "STOP."

The three men looked up quizzically from the feast that they were enjoying. Pam
continued to squirm on the table top, arching up to find the mouths and tongues
that had abandoned her. "No, finish, please," Pam moaned with unfulfilled need.

Using a harsh tone Bess said, "Pet, you are so greedy. These nice men didn't
come here to take care of your needs. They came to be entertained! Didn't you."

Realizing that their hopes might be answered the men said, "Yes, we need to be
entertained."

Bess pushed the men aside and, grabbing Pam's arms, pulled her to her feet. "By
God, they will all do what I want them to do," Bess thought, feeling powerful.
Bess was a head shorter than Pam and even smaller when compared to the men who
had struggled to their feet next to her. But she was in charge. All three men
were sporting bulges in the front of their pants.

"You guys sit on the couch." They dutifully complied. "Pet, get over here and
bend over, we are going to play 'naked housewife on parade' for them."

Bess produced the elastic tit bands that she sometimes used to try and make
Pet's tits bigger and more prominent. Pam hesitated as she stood in front of
Bess, but was rewarded with a rude pull of her hair to get her bending over at
the waist. Since Pam's ass was towards the men they couldn't see what Bess was
doing, but they got a nice view of Pam's buttocks and cunt lips that were
visible between her legs.

Bess began methodically 'milking' Pam's tits. Pushing and pulling more and more
blood and fluid into them. With a rapid and practiced movement she slipped the
restrictors over the engorged and hanging jugs.

"There you go Pet, now turn around."

The men got their first look at Pam. Seeing her bound and expanded tit flesh
they groaned out loud. While the men gawked at the housewife Bess strapped Pam's
arms behind her, but bent her elbows painfully to the sides so her hands didn't
cover her ass. The housewife in heels and stockings, tits engorged and heavy,
had her shoulders pulled back. In short, she looked like a naked 'Barbie Doll'
to the men.

"Ok, parade up and down in front of the couch. Give the guys some
entertainment."

Bess stood at one end of the couch and smacked Pam on her ass with her hand,
causing the housewife to jump and jiggle. Pam began her sentry like walk back
and forth in front of the men. Each time she reached Bess she was rewarded with
a slap.

"Anybody else like to spank her?"

"Hell yes," was the consensus and a series of palms began to rain down as Pam
walked. She jumped and dodged, causing her tits to move and swing ponderously in
a most erotic display.

Finally Hank couldn't stand it any longer. He unzipped his pants and fished out
a nice hard average cock. Wrapping it in his fist he exclaimed, "Shit, this is
fucking great."

The other two men, seeing Hank's cock, slid away from him on the couch in
obvious homophobic concern.

"Stop that, Hank. I want Pet to entertain you, but the real reason I asked you
all here was to take care of me! I don't want you jacking off."

Joe chimed in, "You mean we can fuck you, Bess?"

"Of course, that why you're here."

He continued nodding towards Pam, "But what about her? I want her."

"Shit, she's an uptight old married lady. She looks good I must admit, but I
will give you a much better ride. Just think of Pet as inspiration for you."

Gerald slapped the beautiful ass as it passed and said, "She inspires me."

"I'll tell you what, Pam has been working on a little project lately, haven't
you Pet."

Pam stopped walking and looked quizzically at Bess. "I don't... understand, Miss
Bess."

"Sure you do Pet. Remember practicing with 'Mr. Friendly'; and Jake and Scotty."

"Oh no, I can't... "

"Shut up Pet, sure you can. These guys will cooperate. You'll get some good
practice and I don't want them to cum in your mouth. I want their sperm for
myself. Just think of it as a practice session and helping me out by getting
them ready for me. You DO WANT to HELP me don't you Pet?"

"What's up, Bess?" Gerald asked.

"Well, I told you that Pet had never been eaten. But believe it or not she is
very inexperienced at blow jobs. She has never given one to her husband." Bess
grinned at the shocked men. "Well, she has licked and kissed his cock a couple
of times, but never a full suction, swallow the meat, drink the cum blow job. So
I've been getting her to practice. Would you guys help us out? Let Pam practice
on you, then you can fuck me all you want. We'll even keep Pam around so you can
be inspired to 'bigger and better' things."

"Shit, I'm ready right now," Hank said, his eyes drinking in the view of Pam's
wet cunt and massive reddening tits.

Gerald, the older gentleman, said, "I don't need these games Bess. If you want
to screw around I'm ready, besides I don't like sloppy seconds."

His comment pleased Bess. A man that wanted her. But Gerald was no dummy. The
young Hank and Joe couldn't think beyond their hard cocks, but he would happily
fuck Bess as much and as often as she wanted. And in doing so be around for an
opportunity with the gorgeous, big titted housewife that would eventually come
his way.

"OK, Gerald, let's get comfortable. But do you mind if we stay here with them? I
don't trust Hank or Joe and I want to protect my property."

"Bess, honey, I'll do you anywhere. I love your strength. And you do need to
take care of your Pet."

Bess smiled and thought, she liked Gerald. He was classy. She wondered what the
older man's cock looked like. Well, she would find out soon enough.

"You boys get off the couch. Gerald and I need a comfortable place. Why don't
you youngsters drop your pants and let Pam see what she is going to practice on?
That will give Gerald and I time to get to know each other better."

Gerald swept Bess up into his arms and guided them both into a reclining
position on the couch. He began to kiss the homely woman hard. But over her
shoulder he was looking at the housewife who, despite looking like a middle-aged
fuck toy, still managed to seem in many ways like a lost little girl. He began
to struggle with Bess' clothes and felt Bess' hands on his zipper.

Hank and Joe shrugged their shoulders and began taking off their pants. Pam
looked frightened, but her pussy was so wet. The spanking and the thought of
finding out what these men's cocks would taste like had her nipples hard and
cunt juicing. Her eyes darted back and forth from the crotch of one man to the
other. Anticipating which hard young (young for her) cocks would appear first.
She involuntarily licked her lips. She found herself wishing that they would
hurry.

Bess called over to Pam, "Practice on those cocks Pet. But they had better not
cum. You are just supposed to practice, I want them primed and ready for me when
Gerald is done."

The thought that this was just practice made Pam feel better. "The men won't cum
so I'm not really being unfaithful to Bill," she justified to herself. "Besides,
in the long run this will help me please Bill more. Plus it will help Bess get
rid of her terrible frustration of not having a regular bed partner."

Pam began to rub her tits. They were starting to ache in the most delicious way
with that mixture of pleasure and pain that Pam was enjoying more and more as
"Miss Bess' worked her. The red nipples felt as if they would burst off the ends
of her enlarged globes of sensitive flesh.

"Ooooo," Pam thought, "They are pushing down their underpants. There, I can see
them. There they are. Two nice cocks coming into view." Pam fell to her knees to
get a better look at the hard prongs.

"Anxious, isn't she?" Hank said to Joe.

Hank's cock, after being self-manipulated, stuck out and slightly up. Parting
his shirt, the last button buttoned caught on a nice slender cock head.

Joe's cock, a little thicker and longer, hung down slightly from its weight. Its
head was wide and dark.

"Ok, darling, you heard Bess," Hank stepped forward his penis bouncing as he
moved. Pam found her face only inches from the impatient Hank's very hard and
throbbing cock. The housewife reached up and tentatively touched the hard shaft
at its midpoint. She could feel the heat emanating from the organ. She examined
it as if it were a foreign object, then used her fingers to pull a stray pubic
hair from the head. Pam leaned her head forward and touched her tongue to the
underside of the shaft. It was exposed because the cock continued to point
upward.

"C'mon, cunt! Suck it," Hank said.

Bess, hearing the words, stopped her efforts of pushing Gerald's pants down and
said, "Shut up Hank, I'm the only one who can call the cunt a 'cunt'."

Pam was both pleased and dismayed at hearing Bess' words. Pleased that Bess had
defended her, but dismayed because Bess thought she was nothing but a 'cunt'.

"Go on, Pet, take him in your mouth," Bess said, as she pushed Gerald's pants
and underwear down past his tight ass.

The brief exchange gave Pam a moment to ask herself what she was doing here.
Naked on her knees holding a strange man's penis, while her family was at home
next door. But when Bess said "Take him in your mouth," she reacted like the
trained toy she was and slipped her warm sweet mouth over the male sex organ.

Hank let out a loud groan. "Oh, baby, you have the sweetest mouth, now practice
sucking that thing." Pam obligingly began to bob her head up and down, wet lips
slipping easily over the ridges. To Pam the cock tasted of soap and the faint
odor of urine. But the feel of it was what captivated her. Soft and hard at the
same time. Smooth and with ridges at the same time. The one constant was its
heat. Like a hot poker in her mouth. Pam giggled at the thought, "It is a hot
poker isn't it?"

Hank pulled his shirt open and directed Pam to cup his balls. She did so
eagerly, hefting their weight in her hand. "They are filled with his sperm," Pam
thought, "I wonder what it would taste like." But Bess had said not to have them
cum. And that wouldn't be fair to Bill, after all her own husband had never cum
in her mouth.

The argument was moot. The excited Hank grasped the back of Pam's head. He had
no self control and felt his jism boiling up from his bowels into his cock. Pam
could feel the cock expanding in her mouth. Having no experience with a cumming
cock in her mouth, the housewife at first thought that she had done something
wrong. But then she felt something scald her tongue. She pulled against Hank's
arms and the flesh weapon popped out of her mouth a second and third burst of
stringy cum hit her on the cheek and chin.

"Oh, my", a shocked Pam exclaimed.

Bess looked up from the couch, She had her small hand wrapped around Gerald's
impressive member and he was pushing her panties down her legs. Her hairy cunt
was rubbing against his stomach as they struggled with the clothes.

"Pet, what the hell did you do?"

"I'm sorry Miss Bess, I didn't mean... " Tears were welling up in Pam's eyes.
Not because a strange man had shot of string of jism into her married mouth, but
because she had let 'Miss Bess' down.

Bess squirmed out from under Gerald. She used the freedom to strip off the rest
of her clothes as she approached the kneeling Pam. "I told you not to make him
cum, Pet. That wilted cock is no good to me now." Pam burst into tears. "I'm
going to give you something to cry about. Now wipe those globs off of your face
and bend over the table."

Pam scraped her hand along her face, collecting Hank's sperm. She looked at Bess
as if to ask, "What do I do with it now?"

"Lick it off your hand, Pet, then 'assume the position'."

Pam could still taste the saltiness of Hank's first blast in her mouth. Now to
make amends to Bess she eagerly began licking her hand. Strings of jism
stretching between her palm and mouth. She did this without reservation. She did
this to show her contrition to Bess, but soon found that the taste and feel of a
man's cum in her mouth was a reward of its own. "Ummmm," she said as she licked
the last dollop of white pearly liquid from her hand.

Pam walked on her knees to the coffee table. Her tits were jiggling, even as
they continued to swell and ache. She leaned forward onto the table, but it was
uncomfortable with her enlarged tits squashed beneath her. She shimmed backwards
and allowed those beautiful big breasts to hang off the end of the table, like
two red torpedoes stretching for the floor. They throbbed with a dull ache and
seemed to have a heat of their own.

Bess produced the familiar Ping-Pong paddle and, naked with muscles flexing for
all to see, drove the flat piece of wood against Pam's white buttocks.

The smack resounded loudly and the men stood in awe.

Gerald had rolled onto his back pushing off all of his clothes and watched the
little woman strike over and over as Pam bawled uncontrollably.

When Gerald saw Pam's ass rise to meet the paddle he discovered that he was so
excited that he was absentmindedly stroking his own cock. Bess saw Gerald's
motion and yelled, "OH, NO you don't! I'm not going to loose another load." The
athletic woman literally jumped over the table onto the couch and planted
herself on Gerald's cock. In one fast motion the older man found his prick
engulfed in Bess' slick pussy. Obviously, paddling Pam had gotten her juices
going.

"God that feels good," Bess moaned as the man's prick stuffed her insides.

Assuming that it was his turn with the housewife Joe stepped up to Pam and
dangled his thick meat in her face, the head rubbing a drop of pre-cum across
her nose. "Time for more practice," he said.

Bess looked over and not pausing in her rise and fall over the prone Gerald,
said, "Don't you let him cum in your mouth, Pet. I'll have need of that stiff
prick in a while."

Pam's eyes moved from Bess to the large cock smacking against her face. Her tits
were really throbbing now and her ass stung from the paddling. Pam felt those
things, but she also felt the slickness of her own juices on her thighs. "UMMM,"
was the noise she made as she opened her pretty mouth and engulfed the head of
another cock. Bill and the girls were no where to be found in the thoughts of
the housewife, as her tongue began its work on the delicious shaft in her mouth.

Acquisition 25/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

Hank watched the activity taking place around him. While he had his share of
women, the scene was incredible. The skinny little Bess was riding the old guy's
cock like a jackhammer. She wasn't much to look at, but she obviously knew how
to use her cunt. Gerald was moaning openly under Bess while he looked at the
couple at the coffee table. Hank followed his eyes to the table. The tits on the
married lady were sexy as hell, all red and hanging under her while her arms
were tied behind her back. Joe, standing at Pam's head, smiled at Hank as he
popped his cock out of Pam's mouth with one hand and presented her with his
hanging testicles with the other. Pam obligingly began to lick his hairy nut
sack. Joe then said to his buddy, "I'm gonna make this last. I'm not busting my
nut in one minute like you did, Hank."

Bess was muttering, "Fuck... fuck... fuck," as her orgasm approached. Pam began
to lick up from Joe's balls. Her tongue traveled up the underside of his cock,
until she was once again able to pop the spongy head into her mouth. She really
enjoyed the feel of the tasty head. The housewife, with only a little practice,
was becoming a good cocksucker. A talent that was born from her realization that
she really enjoyed having a male organ in her mouth. Not wanting to disappoint
Bess again, Pam went slow, gently mouthing the hard penis. Both she and Joe were
happy with the slow leisurely blowjob. The housewife mewed softly as she gently
wrapped her tongue around the fleshy cylinder.

Bess tensed up and experienced a solid orgasm as she labored on top of Gerald.
The older man was easily able to pace himself. His hard cock stayed inside her
as Bess fell forward onto him and relaxed. They both watched the housewife
feasting on her second cock meal of the evening.

Bess, sated for the moment, pulled herself off the hard prong, enjoying the feel
of its length slipping out of her channel. "OK Pet, that's enough. I want to
play some too."

Bess grabbed Pam by the binding on her arms and pulled her to her feet. Once
standing, Pam licked the saliva from her lips and couldn't resist a last longing
glance down at Joe's hard cock. "I wonder what his cum would taste like?" Pam
thought to herself.

"Guys, look at her nice swollen tits," Bess stated, looking satisfied with Pam
for the moment.

Pam's boobs had gotten past the throbbing stage and jutted out in balloon-like
splendor. To Pam, they now had become like separate beings. Objects that just
happened to be attached to her body. She was as enthralled by the taut red
globes as anyone else in the room. Pam's breasts were surreal to herself, and
she gladly pushed them towards each of the men so that they could get a good
look. It was as if the housewife was a child showing off a trophy she had won or
a prized possession.

In a little girl voice Pam said, "Want to feel them?" Pam made this offer
without a word of encouragement.

Bess smiled to herself, "It's finally happening." The cunt was getting caught up
in the eroticism of her actions. The housewife was actually going around to a
bunch of strange men and asking them to play with her tits. And the men obliged
eagerly. First Joe, then Hank fondled and squeezed the twin globes. Pam even
went over to the still reclining Gerald and dangled her protuberances in his
face. He happily licked and sucked on the red hard nipples, causing Pam to
shiver in delight.

"Pet, come upstairs and let's get some of your toys to show them, OK?"

"Sure, Miss Bess," was Pam's enthusiastic and genuine reply. The housewife
hurried up the stairs, giggling and jiggling all the way, with the incredulous
Bess following.

"I'll have to be careful with Pet," Bess thought as she followed the swaying ass
up the stairs, "Right now she would give away everything. I don't want that.
After all, I might want these guys to come back and visit me. Pam is perfect
bait." Bess decided that no matter what else she had Pam do to "entertain" the
men, that she wouldn't have her fuck any of them. No, it wasn't time for that
yet. Have her play and be played with, but Bess decided to hold off that
ultimate act until later. Besides, she wanted Pam to do that with her full
faculties. Not half drunk and giddy like she was now. No, not now. Fucking a
stranger would be the ultimate act in Bess' control over the housewife. It would
happen on Bess' terms, not Pam's. Besides, she didn't want the naive wife and
mother doing something stupid like thinking she was in love with someone because
she screwed him. That wouldn't do at all. When the time was right Pam would
fuck, but she would fuck because it would be what Bess wanted her to do. The
housewife would do it then, knowing that she was betraying everything else in
her life. Betraying everything except Bess. Then, and only then, Bess would own
Pam, body and soul. But right now, they would play.

In Pam's room, Bess opened a drawer and rummaged through the items that Jake had
given them. "OH Pet, let's put some jewelry on you. They'll like that." She held
up the gold chain with the little adjustable eyelet on each end. Then she picked
up the anal beads and laughed, "jewelry for the inside." Finally, Bess picked up
the small rubber cone and a tube of lubricant.

"What's that, Miss Bess?"

"I'll show you later, Pet. Right now let's see if we can get this chain on you."

"I can't help with my arms tied up," Pam giggled.

Bess released the bindings on Pam's arms. The housewife's hands immediately went
to her own tits, hefting then and gently stroking them. "I'm so turned on, Miss
Bess. I'm about to explode."

Bess laughed, "You are a sexy thing tonight. Play with your nipples and make
them hard. We need the little nub tips to stick out." Pam ran her fingers in
concentric circles over her breasts. The circles got smaller and smaller until
she was tickling her red nipples. But their fullness kept the nipples stretched
and no nub appeared despite Pam's best efforts.

"Well, I guess we need deflate those things first." Bess dug her fingers into
Pam's tits and pulled the stretchy bands off. The blood was released and a
feeling of red-hot pin pricks shot across Pam's chest, making her moan and cry.

"OWWWW."

But as Pam cried, she rubbed her thighs together stimulating her pussy. She
continued to rub her tits, trying to alleviate the maddening pain. Bess, seeing
that Pam was in a pain/pleasure zone, pushed apart the slick thighs and plunged
a finger into her soupy cunt. Pam immediately began to orgasm, alternately
moaning in pleasure and pain as the finger plunged rapidly in and out of her
clasping pussy. But the fingering had the desired effect, and the little nubs in
the center of Pam's nipples stood out like pencil erasers.

As Pam came down from her orgasm, Bess smiled and opened the little rings on the
end of the chain. She slipped Pam's nipple nub into the opening, then released
it. The ring closed, grabbing the short red cylinder pinching it. It looked
painful, so she asked, "Does that hurt Pet?"

"No Miss Bess, it just feels like a little pinch on the end of my nipple."

"Good, this is going to look great," and she clipped the other end of the chain
to the other nipple.

Pam stood up on shaky legs to look at herself in the mirror. The gold chain hung
suspended between her breasts. Her pale skin, red nipples and gently swinging
gold chain looked very erotic. "Oh, I'm beautiful, Miss Bess!"

"Yes, you are, Pet. Yes, you are."

The men downstairs began calling for them to come back.

"Let's go show them, Pet."

As expected, the nipple chain was a big hit with the men. Pam proudly stood in
front of them and shook her shoulders, causing her tits to bounce and jump. The
chain was swinging and dancing. It oscillated sexily as Pam's tits swung and
moved. Soon it was back to more touching and feeling. By now, the men's clothes
were strewn around the living room. Pam took in the sight of three hard cocks
and it thrilled the housewife.

Bess had Pam kneel in front of the couch and suck each one of the men for a few
minutes before going to the next. Up and down the line Pam moved on her knees.
She seemed most content with her blonde head resting on a pair of hairy thighs,
gently rolling whichever penis she was sucking in her mouth. Most of the time
the men would run their fingers through her hair or reach down and stroke her
breasts. Hank pulled on the chain once, pinching Pam's nipples harder. This
caused the housewife to groan, but he noted that she seemed to apply more
suction with her mouth when he "yanked the chain" Beth and the men encouraged
Pam, telling her what a good little "cocksucker" she was.

Eventually, the excitement of controlling and watching her Pet perform got to
Bess. She was ready to be fucked again. This time she chose Joe to fulfill her
needs. Again, she wanted to be on top, her dominance unchallenged by any of the
men. She pulled the man to the floor. Her powerful hips were driving up and
down.

Pam continued to alternate between the outstretched thighs of Gerald and Hank.
Pam honed her oral skills on the different looking and different tasting male
organs.

Hank, ever impatient, slipped off the couch and, while holding his hard cock,
approached Pam from the rear. His intentions were clear. As he approached Pam's
upturned ass, he could see her pussy. He pointed his cock head at Pam's cunt and
began to move forward. Bess, seeing what was happening, was able to reach out
and grab Hank's cock inches from its intended target. She squeezed his prick
hard, "Oh, no you don't, you son-of-a-bitch! I didn't tell you that you could
fuck her."

"Oh, c'mon, Bess. She has been sucking our cocks and playing with herself in
front of us. Why can't I stick the slut?"

Pam had stopped sucking Gerald prick and turned her attention to the
conversation.

"Because she's mine. And I don't want her fucked right now. Now come over here
and let me suck that thing. Or you can get dressed and get the hell out of
here!"

Pam felt such a love for Bess at that moment. She smiled and knew that she could
always depend on 'Miss Bess.' The housewife silently vowed to do whatever she
had to, to make her mentor happy.

Deciding quickly that something was better than nothing Hank stepped up to Bess
and she began to ride a hard cock and suck one at the same time. "This is
great," Bess thought. "Two cocks at once." She had never had this experience in
her life. Pam certainly did make things happen.

Just before Bess took Hank's cock into her mouth, the woman looked at Gerald and
said, "Go all the way Gerald, give her a taste." Gerald smiled at his good
fortune. Hank moaned in disappointment and Pam, not exactly sure what was going
on, sucked the older man's bulbous head back into her mouth.

Gerald's patience had paid off. He had a big load of cum for the blonde licking
his cock. Soon his jism would be warming her throat. Pam worked on Gerald's
shaft as if she were worshipping it. With her hands free, she fondled, stroked
and sucked. She used all of the tricks that Jake and Scotty had taught her.
Gerald was a goner. Despite his control, the sight of Pam, the beautiful blonde
housewife, on her knees, paying homage to his cock caused him to lose it. Plus
the once inexperienced woman had really learned what to do with her lips and
tongue.

Gerald grasped the back of Pam's head with his hands. Not hard, but firmly
enough to hold her in place. His thighs and abdomen flexed as his cum came
boiling out.

Pam felt the cock expanding in her mouth, this time she knew what that meant.
For a fleeting moment, she was frightened. Frightened of Bess, frightened of the
man, of what she should do, but mostly frightened because she wanted it to
happen. She wanted to taste the man's juices; she wanted to feel the hot cream
coat her mouth.

Gerald announced in a tight voice, "I'm cumming!"

Bess popped Hank's cock from her mouth and yelled at Pam, "Swallow it, Pet!
Don't spill a drop."

The housewife felt a calm descend upon her as her ovaled mouth continued to suck
the now bursting penis. "Bess wanted me to make him cum," she thought, "and I
want to know what it will be like!" Pam redoubled her efforts. Jabbing her face
down until she could feel the soft cock head at the back of her throat and pubic
hairs tickling the end of her nose.

Then she could feel it. She would not pull away this time. A burst of jism
flooded her mouth. She withdrew the cock halfway so she would have room for
more, and so that the fluid could roll onto her tongue, onto her taste buds. It
was delicious. A special gift from the man. She was the recipient of his seed,
and Pam savored every drop. She held the pulsing cock gently at mid shaft with
her lips. Her tongue danced around the head, finding the little slit on the end.
She enjoyed another pulse of cum as the little hole opened and jism shot out
onto her waiting tongue, now cupped to catch the hot liquid of sex.

Pam's cunt flowed by itself, her juices making her pussy slick. The pulsing cock
in her mouth seemed connected to all of her erogenous zones. Her nipples
tightened and her pussy spasmed.

Gerald finally relaxed and limply fell back into the couch. "Oh God," he
muttered, over and over.

Bess' driving hips and own sucking mouth had both men close. The groans from Pam
and Gerald sent them all over the edge. Bess found herself swallowing a load of
cum while Joe blasted his seed deep in the petite woman's cunt. She also came in
a flurry of sensation and fluid.

Everyone was spent. Bess fell off Joe onto the floor, Hank dropped to his knees
and sat back on his haunches. Gerald's head was thrown back on a cushion, eyes
closed as he enjoyed the post climax feelings. Only Pam stayed active. Kneeling
between his legs. Still holding his now soft cock between her lips. Not wanting
to let it go. She swallowed the cum in little sips. Rolling several globs around
in her mouth before swallowing a little more. Savoring every drop of the
surprisingly sweet nectar.

The party broke up quickly after the mass orgasm. The men dressed and left. Bess
and Pam stood naked in the doorway, kissing them each goodbye. Each man taking
his time for one last touch to Pam's tits or ass. The women were oblivious to
their possible display in the lighted doorway. Pam never gave a thought to her
nakedness; it seemed so natural to her now.

Once the door was shut Bess turned to Pam and said, "You have been bad, Pet.
Time for some punishment."

Pam looked confused at first, then seeing a devilish smile on Bess' face, she
grinned back and immediately draped herself over the arm of the couch. Only now
she kept her legs spread wide, displaying her entire ass and cunt in the most
lascivious way. Pam smiled back over her shoulder at Bess as she approached with
the paddle.

"Pet, you showed those men your tits and your pussy. Is that anyway for a
married woman to act?" SMACK

With a giggle, Pam responded "No, Miss Bess."

"Do you like being naked in front of strange men?" With this statement, Bess
even laughed a little. SMACK

"Yes, Miss Bess... if you want me to."

"Pet, you made Gerald cum in your mouth." SMACK

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"Do you think you should be swallowing men's cum?" SMACK

"OWWWW. If you want me to, Miss Bess."

"Did it taste good, Pet?" SMACK

"Yes, Miss Bess. It was delicious."

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

"Does your ass hurt, Pet?" SMACK

"OWWWWW, Yessss, Miss Bess."

"Are you hot, Pet?" This time Bess stroked Pam's exposed asshole and labia with
her hand.

"Yessss."

Bess plunged a finger, then two, then three into Pam's soaked pussy. Spinning
her hand around, she thrust her thumb in the exposed asshole to the knuckle.
Pam's body jumped and jerked.

"You forgot to say, 'Miss Bess'."

Bess played with Pam's exposed cunt and asshole for some time. Pam had several
orgasms dancing on the end of Bess' fingers. Finally, with her index finger
buried deep in Pam's asshole and the housewife whimpering in uncontrolled
stimulation, Bess tossed the small black rubber cone on the couch in front of
Pam's face.

"Lick it and get it nice and wet, Pet," Bess demanded.

Pam licked the cone. The rubber tasted sour and made Pam gag slightly.

"Pet, this is called a butt plug. See how the cone gets bigger, then has an
indentation all around the base? The pointed end slips into you and the
indentation holds it firm."

Pam still didn't understand, but continued to lick the black rubber.

"We know how sensitive you are back here," Bess said twisting her finger.

Pam whimpered. Bess picked up the plug and withdrew her finger from Pam's open
asshole. Quickly Bess coated the wet cone with a liberal amount of KY jelly from
the tube she had brought down from the bedroom. Gently Bess guided the tip of
the cone between the slightly open sphincter. Not realizing that Bess had
substituted the butt plug for her finger, Pam wiggled her buttocks; she was
enjoying the stimulation.

Bess pressed a little more of the plug into Pam. Now the diameter of the cone at
Pam's anal entrance was about the same as the finger that had been there. Pam
still wiggled in simulated enjoyment. Bess pressed a little more in. The
diameter now was about half again as big as the finger. Pam stopped wiggling;
she knew something was different.

"Hold still, Pet, don't move."

Bess pressed. Pam's anus opened to twice the size of the finger. Almost an inch
across.

"Owwww, that hurts. What are you doing?" Pam complained.

"SHHHH Pet, relax yourself."

Bess felt Pam go limp on the arm of the couch. She pressed further. The plug was
now about three quarters of the way in and Pam's asshole was stretched to a
diameter of one and a half inches.

"I'm so open, Miss Bess. What are you... ? Argggg... " Pam began to whimper.
More pressure and the opening expanded to almost two inches, then the butt plug
seated itself. The sphincter slipped into the grove at the base, holding Pam's
asshole at an inch and a half in diameter.

"Owww, oww, owww," Pam cried. But Bess knew the solution. She reached under Pam
again and began to run her fingers up and down Pet's slit. Strumming the red
clit with one finger and dipping another into Pam's cunt. The invading butt plug
momentarily forgotten, Pam reacted to being played with and rocked her pelvis
against Bess' hand.

It didn't take long for Pam to cum all over Bess' fingers. By then the butt plug
was forgotten by the housewife. It only seemed like another stimulation and a
fullness in her ass.

Bess pulled Pam to her feet and the housewife discovered that the feeling of
something jammed up her ass wasn't entirely unpleasant. Of course, the butt plug
was somewhat flexible. The fact that it was only a few inches long and designed
for 'extended wear' helped.

"Well I guess its time for you to go home, Pet. Thank you for helping with my
party. It sure was a success. I feel just wonderful now. All those handsome men.
It was delicious."

Pam looked at Bess with sad eyes. She didn't want to go. She was in a sexual
zone. A place she had never been before-- no shame, no embarrassment-- just
wonderful hedonistic feelings. Walking back across those yards to her husband
and children seemed foreign to her at the moment. Pam knew once she left Bess'
house she would have to face herself. Face what she had done tonight... and face
her family as the nice sweet chaste wife and mother. Thank God that she hadn't
betrayed Bill. If one of the men had wanted to fuck her, Pam might have let him.
But Bess had protected her. Bess had taken care of her. And in a moment of
'love' and gratitude, Pam threw herself at Bess' feet and told her that she was
hers.

Bess picked up Pam and kissed her cheek. "You need to go home, Pet."

She walked arm in arm with the housewife to the back door.

"Pet, I love you too. But I want you take care of your responsibilities. I'll
always be with you in many ways." Bess handed Pam the Ben Wa balls. "Keep your
holes filled for me. I own them. I own you. Come back tomorrow morning for a
workout, and then we will get some sun behind our new fence. We both need work
on our tans."

Bess opened the door and smiled brightly, "It was a fun evening."

Acquisition 26/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

Pam dressed in her mommy clothes on the patio and headed across the yards to her
home. Her steps were short and choppy. The presence of the butt plug was making
itself felt. She was also trying to shift gears from the frenzied sexual
exhibitionism of the last few hours to her shy wife and doting mom persona. "Was
she still that person?" Pam asked herself. She had displayed herself in the most
wanton way tonight. She had sucked men's cocks into her mouth and she had
swallowed a man's cum. She would never have done those things before. She would
never have done those things if Bess hadn't ordered her. But she couldn't deny
that she had enjoyed them. The men had called her a cunt, and talked about her
body as if she were a piece of meat with no value except as a sex toy. And she
had felt things that she had never felt before.

In Pam's dress pocket were the Ben Wa balls. She walked slowly, disjointed
images rolling through her mind. Cocks and cooking, dishes and dildos, kids and
cunts all jumbled together. She entered her home quietly, suddenly realizing
that that she must be giving off a tell- tale odor and looked a mess. She hadn't
even wiped off the make up she had put on.

She met her husband as he entered the kitchen. "I thought I heard you come in.
How was the dinner?"

"Fine," Pam answered quietly.

Bill continued, "I didn't think you would stay for the whole thing, it's 10
o'clock. The girls are in their room and I'm going to hit the bed myself. We
have an 8:00 tee time, that means I'll have to get up at 6:30."

"Yeah, I'm tired too. The kitchen at Bess' was hot." She hoped the lie would
explain her bedraggled appearance.

"Hey you have something on your cheek," Bill noticed. He pulled his handkerchief
from his pocket and licked the corner. Then he stepped up to his wife and dabbed
at her cheek.

"Just a little spot of something white and crusty," he said.

Pam' panicked on the inside. "My God, what if he can tell? I should have cleaned
up before I came home, but Bess rushed me out so fast."

Pam willed herself to answer calmly. "Oh, it must be the special sauce that Bess
had on the desert. It splattered and got everywhere, I guess I missed a spot."

Bill finished cleaning the dried cum from her face and put his handkerchief back
in his pocket.

"There, all clean, honey," and he kissed the cheek he had just wiped.

He hadn't noticed anything wrong, "Thank God," the housewife thought. Then she
continued out loud, "Bill, I'm a mess, I need to hit the shower." Pam headed
upstairs as fast as she could. In the bathroom she noticed that she didn't have
her rings. Bess still had them. "God, I hope Bill doesn't notice." It would be
OK. She could tell Bill that she took them off while preparing the meal and
forgot to put them back on. She sometimes did that at home.

Pam climbed into a hot shower. As she scrubbed herself clean, she couldn't scrub
away the guilt she felt about lying to Bill. She would have to get that
handkerchief out of his pants and wash it.

But as she ran her soapy hands over her body Pam soon forgot the guilt and even
laughed to herself about the lie, "a desert sauce!" Then she sensuously stroked
her legs with the washcloth.

Once she was scrubbed clean Pam wrapped a bathrobe around herself and picked up
her clothes to put in the hamper. She heard the Ben Wa balls click together in
the pocket of her discarded dress.

She couldn't help herself. In just moments she dropped the robe and was sitting
naked on the toilet. Using one hand to hold herself open and the other to slip
the steel balls into her cunt. She shivered as she stood and slipped on a pair
of panties. Staring in the mirror she caressed her breasts. "God, I'm horny all
the time these days," Pam said out loud to her reflection. Since being on Bess'
diet she had always felt hungry and empty. But now, for some reason, the
fullness in her ass and cunt from the balls and plug filled not only her holes,
but the emptiness that had been gnawing at her for weeks.

Pam and Bill slept soundly, but early in the morning Pam woke and looked at her
husband who was sleeping peacefully. Her pussy and ass were on fire. She wasn't
used to being so completely filled for such lengths of time and never her ass.
The butt plug would take some getting used to, she decided. Despite the presence
of the foreign objects, she was highly aroused. Her attention fell to the only
object it could in this situation, her slumbering husband. Pam gently pulled
back the sheet covering his body. She could see some skin at the fly flap of his
pajama bottoms. Bill had a morning semi-erection. Pam was drawn to it. Before
she could stop herself, her hand was spreading open his fly and exposing his
cock to the morning light. Bill stirred momentarily before settling back, still
asleep. Pam gently used a finger to pry the semi-hard cock out of the fly. She
licked her lips unconsciously, and thought how nice it would be to take his warm
prick into her mouth. But Bill stirred again. Pam quickly turned away, feigning
sleep as her husband roused himself and headed into the bathroom. She wished she
could show Bill all of the wonderful things she had learned over the past few
months, but he would never understand. His knowledge of her was as a chaste wife
and mother; and his lack of sexual awareness was beginning to frustrate the
'new' Pam to no end.

Pam struggled out of bed and put on her bathrobe. As she moved, both her ass and
cunt became moist making the objects inside of her more comfortable and soothing
the dryness that had occurred overnight.

She headed for the kitchen to prepare Bill's breakfast. She did this more out of
her continued guilt rather than a desire to please him. Soon Bill was off for
his golf day and Pam was preparing her kids breakfast. They were bundles of
energy in the morning and her bundles of joy. She enjoyed the early morning with
them, eating breakfast and talking. Then they were off on their bikes to visit
friends on Saturday morning.

As the kids were leaving the phone rang. it was Bess instructing her to "get
over here for a workout." She also said that they would do some late morning,
early afternoon tanning since it was going to be a warm sunny day.

Pam quickly dressed in shorts and a pullover shirt. She left her panties on, but
didn't bother with a bra. Pam wrote the girls a note, telling them to make
themselves a sandwich when they got home at lunch. She added, "XXX's and OOO's
Love, Mom. PS I will be at Bess' house."

Pam headed across the grass with an excited gate, not even the butt plug slowing
her down. The grass was still moist with the morning dew, and the new day held
promise. Pam felt a comfort as she stripped off her clothes on the patio. Bess
had left the back door open with only the screen door shut. The air was cool and
sweet.

Inside Pam found her rings on the table, but no 'Mr. Friendly.' She left the
rings where they were, deciding to put them on later. She called out to Bess and
headed to the basement when she heard her reply, "Get down here to exercise."

Once there she asked Bess if she could go to the bathroom. Her butt plug hadn't
been out since last night and simply put she needed to take a shit.

Bess said, "Yes, and leave it out when you are finished, but keep the balls in.
I think that exercising with something nestled inside your pussy will be
enjoyable for you."

After returning from the bathroom Pam felt like her sphincter was open and was
concerned that she might soil herself during the strenuous workout. Bess had her
bend over and inspected Pam's asshole, even slipping a finger into the sphincter
opening to check for tightness. She declared that it was fine and to start
working out. But Pam's feeling of openness remained, although she didn't have
any accidents.

The exercise routine went quickly even with the additional weight that Bess had
Pam use. Her muscles were well defined now, but still with a feminine roundness
that was very sexy. After the work out Bess took Pam's weekly measurements and
to the delight of both women, Pam had made it to every goal-- except for the
increase in breast size. Her chest was larger but not quite the 38 inch D-cup
Bess wanted. "I'll have to think of another way to firm up and increase the size
of your tits, Pet. The exercising and breast binding just aren't doing enough.

Pam looked crestfallen. She had made all of her goals, why wouldn't her breasts
respond?

Bess hugged her. "It's OK. I'm really proud of you, you have worked hard and
your body has gotten into great shape. Let's relax on the patio and catch some
sun."

They walked up the stairs. "Pet you get the lounge chairs in the garage, I'm
going to fix us some iced tea."

The two women were soon struggling with the chairs on the patio. They were dusty
and needed oiling. But as luck would have it Bess' retired handymen showed up at
just the right time.

Mr. Odom and his buddies knocked on the patio gate. Pam froze for a moment
fearing that it might be her daughters, and was actually relieved when Bess
opened the gate and ushered the three old men into the enclosure.

"Look who is here, Pet! I'll bet these three strong men can fix our lounge
chairs."

The three men were quiet for a moment as they faced two naked women.

"Holy shit, would you look at that!" One of the men exclaimed.

"Two naked broads in my neighborhood," Mr. Odom laughed, "Who would have
believed it?" Then he continued with a smirk, "Hello Bess, good to SEE YOU. And
a special hello to you Mrs. Henderson. I saw your husband and kids leave
earlier, so you must have some time to yourself this morning."

Pam left her hands at her sides, not bothering to try and cover up, "Yes, Mr.
Odom. I just want to work on my tan," Pam shot back, irritated with the man's
arrogance. "What did he do, spy on everything that went on in the neighborhood?"
Pam thought.

"Hey Clyde, enough of the chit-chat," responded Bess. "Can you guys fix these
chairs? If you can't then we are just going inside and the show is over."

The three men stumbled all over themselves trying to get the folding lounge
chairs. They quickly discovered that they needed some oil and a wrench to
tighten some bolts. Clyde dispatched one of the men to his garage for what they
needed. The old man covered the distance between Bess' patio and Mr. Odom's
garage in record time. He was soon back inside the gate, puffing hard. "I hope
the old goat doesn't have a heart attack," Bess thought.

Pam and Bess stood next to each other in the sun watching the men work. At one
point the housewife reached down and took Bess' hand in hers. Bess reacted. She
wasn't sure if her response was to exert control or out of love, but she raised
the hand to her lips and kissed it. Pam beamed an innocent and genuine smile
back at Bess. An unspoken communication flashed between Bess and her possession.
Now Bess knew that it was an action of servitude for Pam and control for her.
She raised her face towards the warm sun and smiled, feeling the energy course
through her lithe body.

The lounge chairs were soon ready. The men had even hosed them off, so they were
nice and clean for the female flesh.

After adjusting the chairs so that they were flat and orienting them to the sun,
Bess laid down on her stomach. Her legs, tight ass and well defined back clearly
her best feature. They were exposed. Out of some sense of wanting to hide as
much of her nudity as possible, Pam also began to lay face down. Bess
immediately said, "No Pet, lay on your back. Let's get some color on your
front."

Pam reluctantly reversed herself so that her pussy and tits were exposed to the
Sun and to the gawking men. Pam rested her head and closed her eyes trying to
block out the three dirty old men and to imagine that she was just her with
Bess.

She heard the shuffling of feet. The men took their seats at the picnic table.
They soon began playing rummy. She could hear them talk about the game. Their
card game discussion was interspersed with observations about the two women's
bodies. Most of it about Pam's tits or pussy, but occasionally they would remark
about what a nice athletic ass Bess had. Pam was actually able to block it out
and enjoy the sun on her body. She had never sunned in the nude and found the
heat on her breasts and loins intense and stimulating. She knew that she was wet
and could feel the moisture flowing around the Ben Wa balls that she had grown
so accustomed to. After 15 minutes the men became bored with the whole thing,
and Mr. Odom said, "All the two of you are going to do is lay there."

"Hey Clyde," responded Bess, "You're getting to look at the two most beautiful
bodies in this part of town. What the hell are you complaining about?"

"Bess you have a nice ass and all. You know we all like looking at that married
bitch you got under your thumb, but after awhile it gets boring."

"Tell you what Clyde. Who ever wins the next hand can put some lotion on my
'nice ass' and back. How about that?"

"That sounds good to me. Let's play, boys."

There was silence for the next few minutes as the men focused all their
attention to winning the card game.

Harold won. With Clyde and Frank cheering him on, he approached Bess' chair. She
looked up at him and smiled. Then tossed him a plastic bottle of sun lotion.
"Cover me good, old man. I don't want to burn."

Harold happily squeezed out some lotion on Bess' back and began to rub it in. It
was clear that he was reticent about touching her buttocks. Finally when he had
rubbed her back much more than necessary, Bess reached behind her and placed one
of his hands on her firm muscular ass. "Don't be shy, you have got to do my ass
and thighs or I will burn." Harold rubbed his oily hands across Bess buttocks,
then squeezed out another dollop of lotion. Now he began kneading the firm
slender ass in earnest and Bess responded by telling him how good it felt. This
spurred Harold onto greater effort and was soon rubbing any part of Bess that
was exposed. An altogether delightful experience for the horny athlete.

Clyde finally spoke up again. "How about if the winner of the next hand gets to
grease up Mrs. Henderson?"

Bess cocked her head and looked over at Pam. "Good idea Clyde, I wouldn't want
those tender titties to burn."

Clyde laughed, "No, we wouldn't want that. Get back over here Harold and let's
play. Wipe your hands off. I don't want my cards to get oily."

Soon the three men were playing an intense game.

Mr. Clyde Odom won.

"Hot damn, OK! what do you want greased first, Mrs. Henderson, your tits or your
sweet little pussy?"

Pam had been silent during this entire exchange and looked sadly over at Bess.
Bess stared right back and said, "Just lay there, Pet and let him have his
jollies. He won't hurt you and besides, you do need to put some lotion on that
pale skin of yours. Understand?!"

"Yes Miss Bess." Pam closed her eyes and tried to relax. "Why would Bess allow
this horrid man to play with her body?" Pam asked herself. Well it didn't
matter, that is what Bess wanted, and she wanted to please Bess.

Odom picked up the bottle of lotion. Rather than squeeze it onto Pam's body he
put liberal amounts of the oil onto his hands. Then he kneeled down next to
Pam's lounge chair. "Fun time, Mrs. Henderson, I've been looking at these two
babies a long time. I knew I'd get my hands on them someday." With that Odom
grabbed each of Pam's tits and began running his gnarly liver-spotted hands over
the tight, tingling globes of the housewife.

Despite her revulsion at the arrogant old man touching her, Pam couldn't stop
her nipples from getting hard. They usually stayed hard these days, but laying
in the warm sunlight had relaxed them. Now they puckered up again and stabbed at
Odom's "Nice little hard buds on your tits, Mrs. Henderson," the old man
commented. The other two men got up from the table and stood around Pam's chair
to get a better look at the resilient tit flesh as it oozed between Clyde's
fingers.

"Shit, look at that!"

"Man, Clyde is a lucky SOB, feeling her up like that."

Harold observed, "Fellas, look at her pussy, she is all wet between her legs. I
can see her pussy juice from here."

As Clyde continued manipulating Pam's tits, the housewife's hips began to
involuntarily rotate. Bess had made her so sensitive of her own body and
sexuality, as well as keeping her constantly stimulated but unfulfilled, that
even the touch of a dirty old man could arouse Pam. Bess looked over and said,
"Clyde, don't be greedy. Let the other boys play some."

The other two men cheered and knelt down, squirting oil from Pam's neck to her
feet.

Bess knew that Pam was ready. Pam would fuck whomever she wanted. Now all she
had to do was decide who the lucky man would be. It sure wasn't going to be one
of these old farts.

Bess looked back over at Pam. She was writhing on the lounge chair, her breath
coming in sharp gasps. Six hands were running all over her body, stimulating her
beyond belief.

Harold asked Bess, "Can we finger her?"

Bess sat up. She didn't want Pam getting off, she wanted to keep her on edge.
Besides, she might want to have the three men help her around the house some
more. She was sure that the promise of slipping a finger into Pam would have
them running to do her bidding.

"No, damn it. You can touch her all you want, but no sticking anything, and I
mean anything, into my Pet. Understand?!!!"

The men grumbled that they understood and went back to stroking, pinching and
caressing the blonde housewife. Pam's body was now so active that the men had to
hold her to keep her from falling off the lounger.

That is when Bess and the men heard two adolescent girls voices on the other
side of the fence calling, "Mommy, Mommy are you here?"

Pam didn't hear anything except the sound of her hot blood rushing through her
body.

*****

"Oh Shit," Bess exclaimed!

Bess jumped up from the chair. "That's her kids," she whispered in a tight
whisper. "Get her inside the house. NOW!"

Bess looked around the enclosed patio. She grabbed Pam's clothes and headed to
the back door. The three men literally picked up the prone housewife and
followed Bess inside the house. Bess could hear the fence gate on the patio
opening as she closed the house door behind the men. Bess led the men up the
stairs. About halfway up the old men had to put Pam down. The housewife
staggered the rest of the way up to the Master bedroom. Bess ordered her into
the shower to wash the suntan oil from her body. She then told Mr. Odom and his
buddies to go downstairs and watch for Mrs. Henderson's girls.

Bess hurried into the shower with her Pet and quickly rinsed herself off. She
didn't have nearly as much oil to remove. The three men had managed to run their
greasy hands over an incredible amount of Pam's body leaving the telltale
slickness on her skin.

Bess jumped out of the shower and threw on some clothes. She left Pam's clothes
on the bed, calling to her Pet that "this one time only" she could get dressed
while in the house. "And leave the Ben Wa balls in, Pet," Bess called out as she
left the room to see what mischief the three men were getting into.

As Bess rushed down the stairs, she found the three old men standing at the
front door talking with Pam's daughters. They had apparently walked around to
the front of the house when nobody answered the back door.

Seeing Bess the girls called out, "Where is Mom, Aunt Bess?"

Bess shooed the men away from the door and said, "Your Mom is taking a shower,
we got really sweaty exercising." Then she turned to Clyde, "Mr. Odom, thank you
and your friends for helping me with the lawn furniture. You have been very kind
and I will make sure that you get a SPECIAL reward for helping and keeping our
secret."

Bess ushered the three men out of the open door. Clyde eyed Bess hard then said,
"I hope it is a real SPECIAL treat!" The three men left and Aunt Bess waved the
girls to the couch and tuned in the TV to Saturday morning cartoons. "Let me get
you guys a cola and we will wait for your Mom."

On the way to the kitchen, Bess slipped several porno videos from the top of the
TV into a cabinet with doors. "Wouldn't want the girls to see what their Mom and
Aunt Bess like to watch together," Bess thought as she got two soda pops from
the kitchen.

Bess and the girls were sitting on the couch laughing at the plight of the
coyote chasing the roadrunner. Pam finally came down the stairs. Her blonde hair
was still damp and she was dressed in the shorts and pullover. The way her tits
bounced under the shirt, Bess could tell that she didn't have a bra on. But of
course, there were not any bras in the house for Pam to wear anyway and she
hadn't worn one over today.

"Come watch Roadrunner with us, Mommy," Pam's youngest exclaimed.

"No, lets go shopping and get a burger for lunch," Bess said to the girls.

The older girl was clearly interested in shopping.

Pam finally spoke, "I thought you girls were playing with friends today."

"Well Susan and Gail got in trouble and are grounded, so we came home. How was
your workout, Mom?"

Bess jumped in; "Your Mom is getting in great shape girls. In fact, that's why I
want to go shopping. She needs a couple of new outfits."

"Oh, lets go. It will be fun to look at clothes," Pam's older daughter
exclaimed.

"Can we go to McDonald's for lunch?" the younger daughter offered, indicating
how different things were important to maturing young ladies.

Bess drove to the Mall. Four women were going shopping. Bess caught Pam keeping
her arms folded over her chest hiding her unfettered boobs. Finally, as they
were walking into the Mall's main entrance Bess leaned over and whispered, "Put
your arms down, Pam. I want to see how many stares your bouncing tits get."

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"Just Bess. The girls are here and you are Pam, not Pet. Anyway the girls won't
notice that you are not wearing a bra, they are too busy looking in all the
stores."

It was silent for a moment. Then Bess laughed, "the girls may not notice, but
that man by the bookstore is about to trip over his tongue. I'll bet he's
getting a hard-on watching you jiggle."

Pam could feel her pussy moisten at the thought of a strange cock getting hard
because of her. "God, what is happening to me?" the housewife asked herself, "My
girls are here with me and all I can think about is sex."

The girls had moved well ahead of the two women, so Bess quickly reached up and
pinched one of Pam's nipples. Both nipples responded and little bumps formed on
the front of Pam's shirt. If somebody wasn't sure if she was braless before, now
there was no doubt.

The two women followed the girls at a distance. Pam received many stares. Bess
laughed when one woman had to yell at her husband to, "Stop looking at that
woman and pay attention to our packages."

Bess called to the girls and steered Pam into a popular mall store that carried
clothes for young women.

"Let's buy the girls an outfit Pam, my treat," Bess offered.

"I don't know, Bess, the girls don't usually wear clothes this trendy."

But Pam's older daughter whined, "Come on Mom, please? All the kids wear clothes
from here."

Pam was overruled as usual and, with trepidation, Pam soon found herself pulling
various outfits off the rack for the girls to try on. Bess' and the girls'
enthusiasm was infectious and Pam began to enjoy the shopping with "the girls."

The girls came in and out of the dressing room showing their clothes to Ohhs and
Ahhs of Aunt Bess and Mom.

At one point while the girls were in the dressing room Bess pulled a skirt and
tube top from a rack and handed them to Pam. "I want you to try these on."

"Bess, I can't wear clothes designed for teenagers. They wouldn't look right or
even fit."

"Nonsense Pam, this is a wrap-around skirt. You can adjust the waist and this
top is very stretchy. Go try them on now." The softy in Pam's ear she hissed,
"Now, Pet!"

Pam felt weak and out of control, the rock music playing in the store suddenly
seemed overwhelming. Like a robot, Pam moved woodenly towards an open dressing
room clutching the skirt and top. One of the sales clerks looked quizzically at
Bess. She smiled evilly and said, "My friend thinks she is still a teenager."
The clerk just rolled her eyes.

Bess followed Pam to the dressing room standing outside the door. The store was
full of teenagers. Most looked around 17 years old. Across a rack of clothes
from the dressing room Pam entered was a group of four kids. Two boys and two
girls. They were laughing and flirting with each other.

Bess waited a few moments, giving Pam enough time to be in the middle of
changing, and then she firmly grasped the handle on the dressing room door and
opened it fully. A startled Pam gasped as she looked up. The housewife was
bending at the waist pulling the skirt up her thighs. She was topless, having
taken off her shirt. Her heavy tits hung enticingly in her half bend. Of course,
the four teenagers couldn't help but stare at Pam. The boys nudged each other
with their elbows and the girls giggled aloud.

Pam couldn't step out into the store naked to close the door. She spun quickly,
turning her back to the opening, only to be faced by a mirrored wall and the
reflected sight of the pointing teenagers. The mirrors surrounded her and her
own nakedness was reflected back, not only to herself, but also to the youthful
crowd that was now gathering outside the dressing room. She grabbed the first
article of clothing she saw. The stretchy tube top. Pam quickly stepped into the
top and pulled it up her body. The top got hung up on the skirt that was still
around her thighs. It took Pam several more seconds of pulling and bending. Her
actions caused her tits to jump and bounce. When the top reached her breasts, it
took more struggling and pulling to finally cover herself. The top, designed for
teenagers, hardly contained her massive breasts. All in all, she had provided
quite a show for the young store patrons. And most of her panty-covered ass was
still hanging over the waistband of the skirt.

Bess let the door slowly swing shut.

Bess met the girls. They had just exited their dressing room and were now
excitedly clutching their favorite clothes selections. She walked with them to
the sales counter and pulled out her credit card. Aunt Bess enjoyed buying
things for the girls. She was also enjoying the close relationship she was
developing with them. If she could embarrass their Mom while she got closer to
them, then that was even better. After all, Bess was taking over more and more
of Pam's life, why not these sweet girls as well? She loved Pam and the girls,
but really enjoyed manipulating, humiliating and controlling Pam most of all.

The two adolescents gushed their thanks and praise on Bess as she bought them
their selections. It was several minutes before the girls even realized their
Mom wasn't around. Pam finally joined them. She slunk up, trying to hide. She
had put her own clothes back on, but had not escaped the eye of the boys who had
enjoyed her nakedness. Several comments were made by the teenage males about
Pam's big tits as the four exited the store. Fortunately, the comments were lost
on the girls, who were excitedly telling their distracted Mom about their
purchases and how wonderful Aunt Bess was.

The four continued down the mall. Again the girls raced ahead to a music store
and Pam got her share of stares as she bounced along, encouraged to keep her
shoulders back and tits out by Bess.

As the girls went into the record store Bess steered Pam into the adjacent
jewelry store. "Let's look in here Pam," Bess said with a mischievous grin.

Pam and Bess perused the beautiful displays of gold, silver and diamonds. Pam
kept glancing towards the music store to make sure her kids were OK. Bess said,
"Don't worry about them, they are perfectly safe, you overprotect, Pam. Now lets
look at these pretty gold rings." Bess waved at a salesperson and was
immediately assisted as she looked through a collection of women's gold signet
rings. Bess asked to have Pam's ring finger sized. The shocked Pam found herself
with a sizing ring on the finger her wedding rings were conspicuously still
absent from. "I have to remember to put them back on when we get back to Bess',"
Pam thought to herself.

"Go check on the girls, Pam," Bess said. A relieved Pam left the store, leaving
Bess and the sales woman in a discussion over the ring display case. Pam found
her daughters and watched as they sorted through some rock CD's. Bess was soon
at their side saying brightly, "Did somebody want to go to McDonald's for
lunch?"

The morning ended with a fun lunch in the fast food play area, then back to
Bess' house. Pam and the girls soon went home. Pam remembered to pick her rings
up off the table. Bill got home soon after and told Pam in great detail about
his round of golf. Pam was less than interested and kept shifting in her seat
during his story. "I'm going to have to change my panties," she was thinking as
Bill droned on. "These balls are keeping me so wet I know that my panties must
be soaked." In her mind she was visualizing the Ben Wa balls turning into golf
balls and her husband trying to putt them into her gapping pussy as she lay
naked on the 18th green at the Country Club.

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