The following is a parody, and is not associated in any way with any television series or its characters.
Peggy shuffled over to the door, her hand not leaving her pussy. Looking through the window, she could see it was Marcy.
"OK everybody, it's Marcy."
Peggy opened the door as everyone, including Kelly who still had a mouthful of Al, to see Peggy take Marcy by the arm and pull her inside, fearing that Marcy might turn tail and head back home.
Marcy regained her balance, almost falling off those 4" pumps and looked up to see Al getting a blow job from his 20 year old daughter. She had never seen Al naked, but was impressed with his size, and what appeared to be a surprisingly tight ass for a man of his age.
And then there was Peggy. The one who tricked her into coming over dressed as she was, fingering her clit as she told Marcy to go over and make herself comfortable. Marcy walked towards the sofa and saw her husband on the sofa with a 19 year old, his hand firmly wrapped around Bud's 10" cock. God, this was turning her on more than she could have thought it would.
She feigned anger by putting her hands on her hips and saying, "Jefferson, what's the meaning of this, you spineless pretty boy? I married you so that you would service me!"
Jefferson didn't give her a chance to continue. He reluctantly let loose of Bud's fine prick and moved over to Marcy, pulling the overcoat from her, letting everyone see her in that skimpy maid's outfit.
"You're dressed perfectly for us. I'm tired of always taking the orders. Jefferson undress; Jefferson, get it hard for me; Jefferson, lick my pussy; Jefferson, strip for my mother. Well, now it's my turn, or should I say our turn. As our maid tonight, you'll do just as we wish. And NO complaints! Do you understand?"
Marcy had never seen Jefferson so assertive, and actually liked it. She could feel her pussy getting moist, thinking of the room full of naked people she would get to satisfy.
"Yes, Jefferson. Anything you say, dear. "How may I serve you?" Marcy asked as she curtsied before him."
"Well, for starters you can get up on that coffee table and show off that costume for everyone. I'm sure they'll appreciate how you look in it", said Jefferson.
Stepping up onto the coffee table, she felt everyone's eyes watch her, and especially the hem of her short skirt. She knew that they would be able to see that she was not wearing any panties.
She was right, it did not go unnoticed. Peggy walked over to her and said, "Marcy, did you not wear any panties because you wanted me to see. You thought I was here alone, didn't you?" asked Peggy. "Well, that's exciting to think that you wanted me to see, and probably lick that pussy of yours. Is that what you wanted, Marcy?" Peg asked as she slowly ran her hand up the inside of Marcy's nylon covered leg.