Several weeks went by with no contact from Susan or her boyfriend Peter. Once again, life seemed to return to normal. It struck me that this seemed to be a recurring cycle that our 'new' sexual lives had developed into – a period of total sexual wantonness and deviance followed by a semblance of normalcy. This time, though, as we spent more time with the kids at the park, at their games, and getting homework done, I was developing more of a chill as to whether this charade would continue and whether our other lives would affect them.
I had allowed myself to be blackmailed into sexual slavery and I knew it was only a matter of time until they called upon me – us – again. When it happened it was quick and without any warning.
We were all at home finishing a family dinner after my son's baseball game. There was a knock at the door and our daughter ran to answer it. She came back to the dining room followed by both Susan and Peter. They had entered our lives directly.
"Hi, Mary, I just thought we'd stop by. Are these your kids? We haven't met . . . I'm Susan, and this is my boyfriend, Peter. We're friends of your folks." Our kids shyly introduced themselves to our unexpected visitors and then left the dining room to for their rooms and homework. As soon as the kids were out of earshot I lit into Susan.
"I can't believe that you would come to our house. In front of our kids! It's bad enough what you made me do at your house!"
"Calm down, Mary. I told you that was just the beginning, and I meant it. I'm sorry, Phil, we haven't all been introduced, I'm Susan and this is Peter," she said with an edge to her voice, "We spent the day fucking your wife the other day."
"She told me. What do you want now?" Phil asked quietly.
"Well, Phil, why don't you take Peter out to your garage and show him all of your guy stuff. You know, tools and things . . . " I glanced over at Peter and he had a smirk on his face. "Come on, Phil, show me the way." Phil stood up, looked at me and led Peter out to our garage.
After they left, I turned to Susan. "So, what the fuck do you want with us now?" Without saying a word Susan walked over to me and slipped her hand into my blouse, and slowly slip her hand into my bra. Susan slowly caressed my breast, her fingers lightly coaxing my nipple into arousal.
"Well," she said, "I think that Peter is going to have your husband suck his cock. Me, I don't know. I am a little short on cash, so I think I'm going to have you turn some tricks for me."
"WHAT!" I exclaimed. "No way!"
"Susan, Susan, you need to get with the program. You are mine. Ours. You will do anything we tell you to do." She pushed me back against the wall and kissed me fully on the lips. Her tongue entered my mouth and I found myself responding to her, kissing her back. I felt myself moistening as I let her have control of me. She pulled away, smiled, and turned toward the door to the garage.
"Let's go check on the guys." She walked to the door that led into the garage with me following closely.
Peter was standing with his back against the workbench and he pants were down around his knees. Phil was kneeling at Peter's waist and was busy working his mouth over Peter's erection. Peter's cock glistened with Phil's saliva.
"Boy, if your kids could see this, huh, Mary?" Susan nudged me with a snicker. "I think your husband is a real cock slut."
"Honey, he gives head almost as well as you do," Peter said to Susan. He reached down, put both hands on the back of Phil's head and forced his cock deeper into my husband's throat. I could hear Phil gag momentarily as he adjusted to Peter's length.
"Mary, I think you need to tongue Peter's asshole for him while your husband is sucking his cock," Susan said, pushing me toward the two men. I shuddered, and without a word knelt down beside Peter. Phil was ministering to Peter's cock with his eyes closed. He seemed to be getting into this a little too quickly. He briefly opened his eyes and we made contact before Peter shifted away from the bench to give me access to his ass.
His cheeks were sweaty from his sexual arousal. I hoped that he was clean, but it really didn't matter; I was going to do this anyway. I slid my tongue up between Peter's cheeks, tasting his musky scent. I couldn't hit my target, so I reached up with my hands to spread his cheeks open. He groaned as my tongue made contact with his brown hole.
FLASH! Suddenly the garage lit up as Susan took a picture. I pulled away from Peter's ass just in time to have another flash hit me in the face as Susan took another picture. It just continued and we got caught up even deeper.
"Just a couple more shots for posterity, guys," Susan said. "What a great picture of a husband and wife! I'm going to go into the house and keep the kids occupied. We wouldn't want them walking out here, now would we?"
"Susan! You better not do anything – " I started.
"Mary! What do you think I am? A pervert? I'm not interested in kids, don't worry. Now go back to sucking Peter's asshole." After she left, I snaked my tongue back between Peter's ass cheeks and began running my tongue around his rim again. I found myself becoming very aroused as I tongued this man's asshole, being forced and used as I was. I reached between Peter's legs and found Phil's free hand and gripped it. Judging from the motion that had started with Peter's body, Phil's other hand was jacking Peter's cock, working him toward an orgasm.
Phil moved his hand up my arm to my body and down to the waist band of my pants. He worked open the button with his hand and slowly worked the zipper down. I shifted, spreading my knees to give him the access I so desperately craved. His hand slid into my panties, through my pubic hair and made contact with my clitoris. I moaned and rubbed myself against his digit.
I had been lightly tracing circles with my tongue around Peter's anus, but with Phil's finger methodically working my clit in fast, jabbing movements, I began to attack his opening more fervently. I had never tongued anyone's asshole like I was right then and as I worked it, I felt the ring of muscle loosening as it relaxed.
I suddenly came against Phil's finger, spasming repeatedly. My sexual heat took me to a new level of depravity. I slid my tongue into Peter's hole slightly deeper, disgusted with what I was doing to this man, but becoming even more sexually aroused as well. I could feel through the increased flexing of his muscles that Phil's mouth was bringing Peter closer to an orgasm. Without warning, his anal ring tightened against my tongue and I felt his body flex as he came.
I pulled out from between Peter's butt cheeks and swung around to watch as Peter's cock pulsed repeatedly, spewing shot after shot of semen into Phil's mouth.
"Don't swallow it! Not yet!" Peter gasped. He held Phils head in place for a moment and then slowly released it.
"Now, how about sharing my come with your wife, Phil? Go on, give her a big kiss. She' already tasted it, but she shouldn't be left out this time." Phil moved toward me and our faces touched. Some of Peter's come had dribbled out of the corner of Phil's mouth and I flicked it with my tongue before kissing him fully on the lips. Our tongue intertwined and Phil pushed the full load of Peter's come into my mouth with a moan. We swirled it around and passed it between us before pursing our lips and breaking the kiss to swallow the load.
Phil and I stood up and got ourselves together. As Peter buckled his pants, the garage door opened and Susan came back out.
"The kids are fine and almost done with their homework. Peter, why don't you and Phil hang out here while Mary and I go out and do some errands?" She asked.
"What do you mean, 'errands?'" Phil asked her. He was starting to come back to reality.
"'Errands,' Phil. Well, really, I'm going to go use Mary some more. I'll probably have her suck some cocks, maybe fuck a couple of guys, take some more pictures, you know, that sort of thing," Mary laughed with a smirk in her tone. "After the kids are asleep for the night Peter can probably fuck your ass, too!"
With little fanfare, Susan and I left the house and got into the vehicle she was driving. It was a panel van and looked like it had been used as a workman's truck for awhile. After getting in, I looked in the back and saw that it had a mattress and blankets lying on the floor. I looked over at Susan as we started to drive off.