My mother-in-law had just been admitted to hospital, so my wife, Penny, and I had to rush over and sit around doing nothing while the doctors did their stuff. My wife was not happy for two reasons; she was, naturally, worried about her mother and, probably worse in her books, she had to hire Wendy as our baby-sitter. Because we didn't know exactly how long we'd be, I told Wendy to tentatively mark us as being out to midnight. I'd ring her and let her know if we were going to be longer.
You're probably wondering why my wife objected to hiring Wendy as the emergency baby-sitter. It's not that she was bad with the kids. In fact, I thought she did an excellent job. Wendy was nineteen, very pretty, quite willing to help out at short notice, this occasion being an example, and as far as I could tell always polite and friendly.
My wife can't stand her. The Doctor Fell syndrome, I suppose.
To take her mind off her mother, I asked Penny just what she had against Wendy.
Her first comment was what I call female typical.
"You wouldn't understand. You're a man."
After that she elaborated a little.
"I think she's a little bitch," groused Penny. "I'm sure she goes through my things when we're out and I also think she's been using my make-up."
Never having noticed anything out of the ordinary when Wendy sat for us, I did the sensible thing. I said nothing and nodded sagely, obviously conceding to the superior knowledge and wisdom of my wife.
Arriving in the hospital we were dispatched to the waiting room, where we met up with Penny's father and sister, both anxiously waiting. A minor correction. Her sister was anxiously waiting. Her father was reading and looking a little bored.
I let the two women chat and fret and joined my father-in-law in reading the magazines. I actually managed to find one that was only two years old.
Eventually a doctor came out and broke the good news. It was only an allergic reaction to some prawns she'd eaten earlier. They were keeping her overnight, but she was fine.
My father-in-law just grunted while the two girls rushed off to console their mother. As soon as they'd left the room my father-in-law confided in me.
"Told the doctor that's what it would be," he groused. "I took her to a restaurant tonight and I had prawns mornay. Agnes insisted on trying some, even though she's allergic to them. I told her this would happen."
I smiled in sympathy, and we waited for the girls to come back. When they arrived, the old man wandered off to see his wife, Penny's sister sat down to wait for him to return and Penny and I headed home. Not bad really, we were going to be home by ten.
We arrived home and let ourselves in, calling for Wendy. The TV was on and I naturally assumed that she was in there. While Penny headed to our bedroom, I wandered in to the front room to pay Wendy and drive her home. She wasn't there. An outraged shriek from my wife warned me of trouble brewing.
Moving quickly to the bedroom I found a red-faced Wendy confronting an outraged Penny. Looking at the pair of them, I found myself having to admit that Wendy really did have a much nicer figure than Penny. Especially when all Wendy was wearing was a miniscule lacy bra and matching bikini panties.
I knew that undies set. I'd bought it for Penny, and she loved it. She tended to wear them when we went out to a restaurant or a show, a subtle way of hinting that after dinner delights were on the menu.
Now Wendy had apparently been going through Penny's things, found them, and couldn't resist trying them on. It was just her bad luck that we had arrived home a couple of hours earlier than expected.
Penny was furious, telling Wendy just what she thought of her snooping. Seeing me standing at the door, probably looking amused, she stiffened.
"Right," Penny snapped. "You like my stuff. I'll make sure you get your fill of it. Now, take off those things."
Wendy glanced at me and didn't move. I was about to do the polite thing and back out but Penny would have none of it.
"You stay right there, Tom," she snapped, "and you. Take. Off. Those. Things."
Face really burning now, Wendy stripped off the undies, standing naked and defiant. Too proud, I noticed, to try to cover herself.
"Now get on the bed," snapped Penny, and to my surprise Wendy did so without a peep, just sitting on it and looking at Penny nervously.
"You want to try my thing?" said Penny. "Fine. You can try out my Tom."
"Tom," she said, turning to me, "I want you to spread that little bitch's legs and give her the hardest fuck she's ever had in her life."
"Penny," I said warningly.
She interrupted.
"Don't you Penny me. I told you what the little bitch was like. I said that she went through my things, and when we get home, what do I find? OK. They were my bed fun set. She was wearing them, so now she has to supply the bed fun. And you're going to have to buy me a new set, because I won't be wearing those again."
That last bit hurt. That was an expensive set, and I'd be expected to pay just as much for the new ones. Ah, well. At least I'd have a little immediate fun.
Wendy watched as I started to strip, looking from me to Penny and then back.
"What do you think you're going to do?" she demanded.
I shrugged. "Like Penny said, you want to try her things you might as well try them all."
I was naked and erect, and Wendy was looking at me in shock.
"You can't really mean to try and rape me," she protested.
