*Special note of thanks to happy2bhubby for co-authoring my virginal voyage into the wonderful world of literotica.
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Prologue: After years of marriage, a 33 year old innocent housewife is about to embark on a journey of forced sexual exploration, that will forever change her way of looking at herself and the world that surrounds her.
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Fancy lived what she and all her friends viewed as "The Idealic Life". Her children and her husband dwelt in a home of large proportions that had ample room for all to play and live. Her days were full of chasing kids and cleaning house. When the day was over, her family dinners were always well prepared and set upon the family dinning room table. The bills were all paid, but Fancy and Thomas were not what most people would consider rich. In fact their budget was tight enough that extra-spending expeditions were out of the question.
The rigors of her life had done well to sculpt this fine brazen beauty into an image of pure delight. Of course there was enough money to afford Fancy a full-time membership at the local gym, and she went there religiously to maintain her hard and curvaceous five-foot figure. She recently changed her hair color to blond. This change served well to emphasize and highlight subtle sexy details of her face, and made her look and feel at least 10 years younger.
All was perfect in this happy family and no vices existed, save one tiny indiscretion. Because money was just a little tight, Fancy found at times that some of the little niceties she wanted for her children were just outside her financial reach. Upon these moments of weakness, Fancy would occasionally 'lift' the unobtainable precious goodies. This is where her troubles began.
It was a rainy spring, that fateful day. Fancy found herself compelled, to 'lift' a pair of children's shoes. Having been in a hurry, she missed removing the tiny anti-theft tag that was buried in the toe of the little shoe. Then, when she exited the store, the buzzer sounded and the security guard was notified
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Tracking her all the way to the mini-van, before accosting and securing the bewildered Fancy and her stolen shoes, the security guard finally caught her.
"It was an accident I swear! Please don't let my husband find out, he will be furious! Is there anyway we can work this out?" She pleaded to the officer as she flashed him her sexiest smile.
"Well ma'am, you are going to have to go to the courthouse right now, and you will probably have to post bail. I personally don't care if your husband finds out anything, or not. But you will have to find a way to come up with the bail money or you won't be going home."
Fortunately Fancy did not have the children with her that day and had time to think up a plan to cover her tracks. But like most ill forsaken plans, hers only appeared to provide the perfect cover. After being booked and finger printed, and while the initial police report was still being written, Fancy took her opportunity to make her one phone call.
Ring--ring--ring "Hello?" Answered a sassy voice.
"Hello, Stacie, look I have a really big favor to ask." Fancy couldn't believe how nervous she was. Surely, after all she'd done for her over the years; she could count on her niece to help her in this time of need.
"What is it this time?" Stacie impatiently inquired as if Fancy was always asking for favors. However, it was only on a very rare occasion that Fancy would ask anything of her nieces, Stacie and Ashley. And if she did, it was always something that was easily manageable, like baby-sitting or picking up something at the grocery store. She always paid and tipped them for their troubles, making sure to show her sincere appreciation.
Both of the girls were delicious nubile beauties, and both possessed a wicked streak at least a mile wide. The older sister, Stacie, was in her 1st year of college, and the younger, Ashley, had just graduated from high school. Stacie was a tall, statuesque woman with long brown hair that came half way down her back. Her eyes were a deep mysterious shade of brown that matched her hair color. Stacie normally wore tight shirts, which accented her 35C breasts. Ashley was just a little shorter than Stacie with shorter, blonde hair. Ashley had piercing blue eyes and a model's lithe figure.
Ashley had once boasted to Fancy that she could get any cock in the world hard, just by bending over and sticking her tight ass up into the air, and since Fancy had actually seen Ashley in action, she didn't doubt her for a minute. On more than one occasion, Fancy had watched while Ashley openly teased her own husband. The young vixen loved to brush her chest up against him, or bend over in front of him, just a little longer than what would be considered appropriate. Fancy was always disappointed to see the growing bulge in her husband's pants that accompanied the sick smile plastered across his face.
Fancy often wished that her ass was as firm and hard, and that her legs were as long and shapely as those of her two sexy nieces.
She realized that she wasn't 18 anymore, and though her lush mature figure, had turned men's heads at least a time or two over the years, her own husband had become ignorantly disinterested, and despite her best intentions she couldn't do anything about it. She knew she had to get out and cover her dirty little deed before anyone else found out.
"Look, this is serious, I got caught shoplifting, stinking kids shoes, and I need you and Ashley to get $500 from my checking account, and get me out of here before Thomas finds out! Can you do it? I will be eternally grateful." Fancy tearfully begged.
"Let me see what I can do." Stacie murmured, as if she was really bothered by the panic stricken mom's predicament.
Stacie immediately called her sister Ashley and told her the dirty little secret and they laughed an evil laugh together as they thought about how to make the most of their aunt's misfortune.
"You know we really have a lot of leverage here, and if we play our cards right, we could really have some fun. But what to do, what to do?" Stacie hissed.
"I've got it Stacie." Ashley nearly exploded. "You know how we wanted Fancy to take us to spring break last year and she chickened out at the last minute?"
"Yeeeaaas." Stacie hissed again.
"Well, this year we're going in style!" Stacie and Ashley continued to plot their evil plan, not only to use their aunt to get to Florida, but to further tighten their grip and eventual ownership of the unwary wife and mother.
The two girls dressed for the visit to the jailhouse like a couple of street walking whores, and off they went adorned in tight black leather mini skirts, fuck-me-pump shoes and halter tops that barely covered their bra-less titties. Having a huge exhibitionist streak, it didn't bother the girls at all that the criminals and police alike eyed them hungrily as they strutted by. They did however, act, and make facial expressions, that accused all onlookers of being perverts and male chauvinists.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Ashley would spit at a passerby who dared gawk at her. But then she would bend over and pretend to adjust the strap of her heels, knowing that her thonged bare ass was fully exposed.
"We're here to bail out that little tramp, Fancy Hewit." Stacie barked at the Clerks Office. "But before we do we want to get a copy of the police report, understand?"
