What Just Happened, part 11
This is the 11
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installment in an ongoing story, in which our hero, Ed, got really sick during the pandemic, then woke up to find two evangelical church ladies knocking on his door. Without understanding fully what was going on, he quickly learned they thought anything he told or asked of them of a sexual nature was perfectly normal. Since then he's fucked a barista in a coffee shop while her boss hung around, then ass fucked a redhead who had just accepted a proposal in a park, with bystanders wandering around, before going on to various other perverted adventures. Trying to figure out how to monetize his unique ability Ed went to his ex-boss' house to make friends with through that ancient ritual of bonding, spitroasting his wife. Turns out that was a great way to make friends with the boss. In this installment, Ed goes to the Edmonds house for a cookout.
I'm not sure how I got my power other than it happened when I got so sick I thought I was going to die. Over the past few weeks, I'd experimented with it enough that I was getting pretty confident I understood how it worked. This evening, as I pulled up at my boss' house, I realized I was going to put that understanding to the test. There were a number of cars parked in his long driveway and I could see several of his neighbors walking around to the back of the house.
I parked and walked around back myself, not a bit surprised to see there were at least a couple of dozen people out back. They were mostly older couples, like the Edmonds, with a handful of people in their 30s sprinkled around. I was a bit disappointed not to see the younger Edmonds around—especially Shelby, whose tight little 20-year-old body had been a lot of fun to play around with. But it made sense they wouldn't be interested in hanging with their parents, so I'd just have to make do.
I walked over to a cooler and grabbed a beer, popping the top with a bottle opener that had been left on top of the cooler. Glancing around, I saw there were women of varying levels of attractiveness, from pretty fucking hot to absolutely not. As my gaze wandered, a couple in their forties walked by, and the woman was definitely on the hotter side. She was a dyed blonde with a big rack and on a whim I reached out and casually grabbed one of her tits.
They stopped and she smiled at me as she said hello with the sort of overly white smile the wealthy often have. I was giving her tit some healthy squeezing with the hand not holding a beer as she cocked her head at me and said, "I'm Sheila," and held out her hand to shake.
I sat my beer down so I could shake her hand without letting go of her tit as her husband said, "And I'm Ron."
I shook their hands in turn and said, "I'm Ed. I work with Tom." Then to Sheila, "go ahead and take your top and bra off."
Her hands immediately went to her top to unbutton it as she said, "Of course." Then as she slipped out of her top, exposing a nice lace bra, she said, "so you're a tech writer or something?"
I picked my beer back up and motioned with the bottle as I said, "Yup."
As Sheila undid her bra so she could take it off, I said to Ron, "What do you do Ron?"
He was smiling pleasantly as he said, "Well, I'm an engineer by training, but I'm a team lead for ITS—we do tech service out on the base."
His wife was now bare breasted and uncertainly holding her top and bra. She had nice tits, big C cups or small Ds, without a hint of sag even though she was probably in her late 30s or early 40s. I reached out and gave her tit a hard squeeze and said, "go ahead and put your top and bra on that table—you can get them on your way out of the party. Your tits are fake aren't they?"
She nodded, wincing only slightly when I gave one of her nipples a hard twist. "Yes, Ron got them for me for my 30
th
birthday."
I slapped one of her tits hard enough to leave a red mark and said, "Well that was nice of him." Then to Ron, "And you get a big titted wife out of the deal, so all win, right?"
There were quite a few people wandering and milling around, but they all ignored us, acting as if nothing odd was happening, thanks to my power. Ron said, "Oh yeah, they're nice."
I said to Sheila, "Go ahead and strip out of the rest of your clothes." She immediately started unbuttoning her shorts as I then went on, "So, are you two faithful to one another?"
They both chuckled as Sheila pushed down her shorts. Ron said, "Well, mostly I guess. I travel a few times a year, and I usually sleep around when I'm on the road, but nothing serious."
Sheila got her shorts off, then pushed her French-cut panties down to reveal a nicely shaved box, as she responded: "I've got a fuckbuddy on the side, one of the neighborhood boys."
Ron asked, curiously, "Do you mean Ray?"
Sheila responded, "Oh no, that was just a one off thing. It's Darren."
Ron nodded. "That makes sense, he's a big boy so he probably has a big cock."
Sheila chuckled and said, "He certainly does."
I was already starting to look around the party, not wanting to get too bogged down with the first people I talked to, so I said to Sheila: "It really turns you on to be naked, and you'll do anything anyone asks you to do. Go ahead and blow Ron. When you're done, wander the party and ask people if they want you to service them."
She smiled as she dropped to her knees and said, "Sure thing."
I looked around as I said loudly. "Hey everyone—Sheila here will do anything sexual anyone asks, so if any of you want to use her in any way, feel free."
A few people turned curiously to look, finally noticing as Sheila started to blow her husband in plain sight of the crowd. As for me, I decided it was time to go say hello to the host.
As I wandered toward Tom I took my time, tweaking the occasional nipple and telling a couple of ladies to get rid of their tops, for no real reason other than it was just plain fun. I have to admit, the feeling of power that came with my ability was incredible. In some ways it was better than all the sex I could get.
As I got to Tom, he was talking to an older man who was probably in his mid sixties. Where Tom was tall and built like the football player he'd been in college, this guy was short and ugle, no more than about 5'6", with a prominent gut and more hair growing out of his ears than on top of his head.