Chapter 13

Momma surprised us at the door in her new black nightie -- but not as much as we surprised her, I think. She was wicked embarrassed -- and Frieda was wicked about teasing her, "Nice outfit, Mrs. H!"

As if she wasn't embarrassed enough, Jack pulled the rug right out from under her! "Vera is no longer married; she became a concubine this morning." Frieda misunderstood, thinking she was Jack's, but Jack explained that she was Daddy's. Then Frieda asked me if I'd brought my nightie in -- and, of course, I hadn't. Jack sent me off to get it -- but before I could get out the door, Frieda did it again!

"I don't have one," she announced, adding, "Guess I'll have to go naked!" I gasped and eyed her -- and of course she was all happy because she'd gotten everyone's goat...

Jack cleared his throat and said, "I've, uh, taken on Frieda..."

Daddy grinned and said, "My condolences."

Jack sent me on out then. When I came back, Frieda was naked and Momma was looking uncomfortable, standing there looking at Frieda and Jack with her hands behind her back. Jack told me, "Go dress as your mother is. Take Frieda. If you can't find anything for her to wear, she can stay naked, but I'm looking for basically this standard." He waved at Momma.

So we headed upstairs. Dressing me was easy; we already knew what Jack wanted me to wear. But Frieda and I are NOT the same size or shape and it was an immediate problem, since all I had was the stuff we'd bought earlier in the day. Frieda thought it was great fun, of course, but I was unhappy; anything I had would look like a tent on her and make Momma and I look like elephants! All I had that looked halfway decent was a translucent cover-up designed to be worn with something else translucent, which would then be opaque in combination. It looked like a circus tent on Frieda, but it was the best I could do, so we headed downstairs.

That didn't last long; Frieda being Frieda, she worked the thing around and stuck her boobs out the armholes! That triggered another round of embarrassment; Jack gave up and had Frieda get out of the thing, then turned to me and told me to get out of mine! I was horrified! "Jack! That's my DADDY!"

Jack didn't correct me -- DADDY did! "Beth!" he snapped, "Do as you're told, Young Lady!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing -- and Momma couldn't, either! But there was no question that I was expected to do it, so I did -- and no sooner was it off than Daddy turned to Momma and said, "Vera..." in a tone of voice that made it VERY clear what he wanted! Momma gave him a look, but Daddy wasn't taking any crap and he had Jack there to back him up, so she did as she was told. Jack motioned Frieda and I to sit on the arms of his chair and Momma settled against Daddy -- who reached up and started playing with her boobie, right there in front of all of us! I was freaking a little when Jack, as calm as you please, turned to Daddy and said, "So, what's on television?"

After that, it was a game, I think -- or maybe a training session. Daddy and Jack could get away with murder -- and they acted like they did, all the time! Jack would pull one of us into his lap to kiss and fondle and embarrass -- except, of course, Frieda REFUSED to be embarrassed -- then he would trade off and mess with the other one. While I was on Jack's lap, I was pretty much occupied, but when Frieda was, I was at loose ends -- which meant I spent time watching Daddy molest Momma. Both Daddy and Jack pretended that their primary occupation was watching TV, but the rest of us didn't; Momma tended to be looking back when I would look her way. It was strange... I mean, okay, Momma and Daddy had a sex life -- I'm living proof, and I'm one of four, after all -- but you tend to think of your parents as asexual, like they'd performed their function when you were born and it was all over. Parents -- Momma, anyway -- tended to reinforce this. But there I sat, watching Daddy fondle Momma -- and Momma looked back, and despite trying not to, she got visibly hot and bothered! Daddy pulled her across his lap and I saw his hand lift Momma's thigh, and I watched his fingers as he started rubbing her pussy -- and Momma blushed almost purple, but she started rubbing Daddy's zipper and her nostrils flared and she started breathing hard... It was HOT!

Frieda was shameless; she wanted Jack's cock in her in the worst way -- I could hear her begging him for it in whispers. Jack would chuckle and kept on teasing her. When he got her white-hot, he put her back on the chair arm and dragged me down...

I can't tell you what we did, exactly; we just seemed to merge. I would want something to be touched and Jack's hand would be there -- he seemed to have seven or eight. I kissed everything I could find; I couldn't get enough of his smell or his taste or the texture of his skin and the flow of his muscles. I got soaking wet and could smell my own arousal -- and Frieda's -- and Momma's, too! About the time I thought I was going to die from the urgency and arousal, Jack pushed me out of his lap and said, "Time to go upstairs, I think..."

Frieda went, "Yeah, Baby!" and started tugging one of his hands; I found that I had the other and I started tugging too! Jack fought us enough to stop and say, "Good night, sir," to Daddy, then he allowed us to drag him upstairs.

Frieda squatted like a frog and started working on Jack's shoes before I even got the bedroom door closed; Jack just chuckled and cooperated. We got him out of his clothes, and he took charge, arranging us on our hands and knees side by side on the bed. He rubbed our pussies for a few moments, but I was soaked and Frieda was making squishy noises, so it didn't last long...

Frieda got it first; I didn't see it going in, but I saw the look on her face. Apparently, her hymen wasn't a problem at all, because she didn't even flinch -- but her eyes got HUGE! Well, I'd been there, recently... Jack stuck his thumb in my vagina and rubbed my love button with his fingers while he pumped in and out of Frieda, who was LOUD about telling us how it felt, "Omigawd! Fuck! FUCK! JEEZUS! YES! YES!" She threw herself back at Jack energetically; obviously, she wasn't hurting any!

She didn't last long, either! In no time, she threw her head back and screamed "AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" and went nuts, hammering herself back at Jack, and then she collapsed, moaning. Jack pulled his thumb out of me and I was about to protest when he replaced it with something bigger and softer and a LOT longer... Jack didn't go nuts on me the way he did on Frieda; instead, he took his time, setting a nice, easy pace and caressing my sides and kissing me in the middle of the back. We weren't galloping anywhere -- or maybe we were -- but it was a lope, not the Kentucky Derby. It was beautiful; going faster would have damped things, but Jack had things tuned so that I could feel every vein and ridge on his sweet shaft as it slid into my depths. My puss did its job, too, clutching him as he made to withdraw so that we both got every sensation.

I don't think I lasted as long as Frieda did before the stars came out. When I came back to Earth, someone was pushing my hair out of my face and caressing my cheek -- and Jack was still moving in me. I opened my eyes and discovered Frieda there, grinning from ear to ear, her eyes shining, "Sweetie, that was SOOO HOT!! Omigawd!" Then she leaned in to kiss me. I was in no condition to argue, so I let it happen; Jack didn't seem to mind, anyway, since he chuckled and continued to caress my back and sides with one hand while controlling my hips with the other, alternating them from time to time. Frieda reached under me and started pinching and rolling my nipple and it wasn't very long before I surged over the peak again!

After that, Jack stepped things up some -- and Frieda stepped things up, too, sliding under me to suck my right nipple while playing with my left. Her position put one of her nipples in reach, so I started sucking it, too. Then Jack started panting and blowing and pounding me hard and his cock pulsed and I felt the flood splash on my cervix -- and sparks flew everywhere as my puss clenched and pulsed and I lost ALL control...

I think I screamed. I KNOW I passed out...

I drifted back to consciousness lying on my side with Jack pressed against my back. Frieda was mumbling, "Jeez, Jack! How big are your balls, anyway? Beth's whole pussy is white!"

Jack snorted, "Get your head out of her crotch and come up here and join the sandwich -- it's time to go to sleep!"

"Front or back?" Frieda asked.

"Pick a spot."

"Next time, I get the middle," Frieda grunted as she spooned up in front of me.

"If I let you," Jack retorted -- but he reached out and collected one of her boobs and she backed in tight against me and giggled. I wrapped an arm around her at belly level and she covered my hand with hers; I was too wasted to even think about talking, but Frieda murmured, "Thanks, Sweetie."

Just as I was drifting off, there was a distant wail of "OMIGAWD! FUCK!! FUCK!!" Daddy must have found Momma's hot button... Frieda snorted and giggled and Jack chuckled, but I was too comfortable and too lethargic; I just drifted on out.

Beth snores a little. Okay, this wasn't big news -- I'd shared a bed with her before. And, yeah, okay, my tongue knew its way around her twat, and vice-versa. She'd almost gotten wrapped around the axle when I started kissing her and playing with her hooters, but a look at Jack said he was open-minded -- and she was too far gone to do anything but enjoy it during her fuck, anyway. Man, that was shit hot! But she was out like a light in like, ten seconds, and making rumbles in my ear -- and Jack was squeezing my left hooter... "Ummm, Jack, Sweetheart -- you don't think...?" I murmured.

"You aren't sore?" Jack queried. "We went at it like we were killing rats..."

"No, Sweetie, I'm fine -- and thank you for a kickass cherry-busting party! -- but it was kinda short, you know?" Jack had been GREAT! Once upon a time, I'd had a LOT of anal sex and learned to enjoy it thoroughly, but having a cock in the socket it was designed for was new and different -- and better! Of course, it had been so long since I'd had one ANYWHERE that it was all a distant memory, more or less, but I'd had a lot of orgasms in my time, one way or another, and the one Jack had given me had been the bomb! I'd gone totally nuts on his dork and damn near passed out when I popped -- but then he was gone and doing Beth...

"Some of us have to work for a living," Jack grumbled -- but his heart wasn't in it. "I don't want to disturb Beth, either -- but I think we should talk..."

"Downstairs?" I offered.

"Yeah. Be careful." Jack waited until I'd wormed out of Beth's grip before backing away from her ass.

I stood there, naked, with cum rolling down my left leg. "Like this?"

"Go get a washrag, but, yeah, like that," Jack nodded. He pulled on his underwear, but we both knew I didn't rate -- and why. I padded off to the bathroom for that washrag and wiped the excess from his semen deposit off my twat, then rinsed it and took it downstairs with me for the second round.

But it wasn't gonna be that simple; duh, I should have known better. When I got downstairs, Jack was sitting on the couch. He pulled me into his lap and started absently farting around with my right hooter, but said, "So tell me about Ray's..."

I wanted to play dumb, but I stiffened. Trying to ride it out, I asked innocently, "What about it?"

"Come on, Frieda," Jack chided, "the ribs aren't THAT good. You went there looking for something -- and I think I know what that something was..."

I sighed and hung my head. "Troy and Tony were supposed to notice us about six months ago, I think."

Jack grunted. "You didn't have all the game pieces."

"No, I guess not," I agreed, "but I didn't know that."

"Tell me," Jack said softly.

I sighed. "The night they did that girl was the first time I'd been in. I sat there and the sounds were... so familiar..." Jack didn't say anything, so after a moment, I staggered on, "It took me back -- she was acting a little balky and whiney but she wasn't going anywhere, and they were all, 'You like this, don't you? Come on, admit it. You might as well hang with us, anyway, your boyfriend just walked out and left you...' I guess I should have put it together then, but I didn't. They get off on making the guy back down and abandon his date, don't they?"

Jack nodded. "Uh huh. They ignored you until you had a date to run off; it's all part of the way they get their jollies. They humiliate the guy and isolate the girl, then act like they're taking her in because she's been abandoned -- and make her think it is her own fault..." He cuddled me for a minute. "So how was it familiar?"

I sighed, gathering myself. "It was like an evening with Stepdaddy and Uncle Bart. Early on, Uncle Bart was just cool; he was laid off and Mommy and Stepdaddy needed a babysitter, so he did it. We got on like gangbusters, playing and wrestling and doing slap and tickle. It was all super clean for a while, but we slipped slowly down the slope. It was little stuff, and then it was a little more -- Uncle Bart never pressed, either -- I didn't do anything I didn't want to and Uncle Bart never even asked. We got into him diddling my clit and rubbing my twat, then we moved on to him licking me out -- I got my first cum from Uncle Bart. Sucking his dick was my idea, you know? Even now, if you ask me if he manipulated me, I don't think I can honestly answer yes..."

I paused for a second, remembering. "Stepdaddy was another matter." Then I shut up again.

After a minute, Jack nudged me. "I still haven't heard..."

"Yeah. Sorry. I was... remembering." Uncle Bart was the fun part... "I did something stupid one day, and Stepdaddy caught us. I was never an asset to Stepdaddy, you know? I cost money... He pried what we were doing out of Uncle Bart and from then on, that was what made me a paying proposition with Stepdaddy -- but he wasn't EVEN nice about it. He was brutal and demanding and abusive; I was a cunt, slut, twat, whore -- you get the idea. Sex with Uncle Bart was fun -- but sex with Stepdaddy sucked, so Uncle Bart had to spend time with me, rationalizing and cajoling and making the ugly things Stepdaddy did right. When blowjobs weren't enough, it was Uncle Bart who said I owed Stepdaddy and talked about what a brave girl I was and how much he and Stepdaddy valued me while Stepdaddy shoved his cock up my poop chute and called me a slut..."

I sighed. "That's what I remembered; being unhappy and whining and petulant while Uncle Bart explained patiently that I needed to be loyal to Stepdaddy and do what he said -- and I liked it, anyway, didn't I? Sure I did! And the bad part was that I did, too -- with Uncle Bart, who was considerate and gentle and didn't call me nasty names... That was what was familiar." I looked up at Jack through tear-blurred eyes. "Have you ever done something stupid, or risky, or a little dangerous -- or maybe even just downright wrong -- but you did it anyway because you felt... compelled? Driven, maybe? What Troy and Tony did to that girl -- that was sex, for me, you know? The whole enchilada. I had this yearning... It was ugly and degrading and humiliating and I wanted it, BAD!"

Jack cuddled me for a moment, and then said, "So you went back. But you took Beth..."

I couldn't look at him. THIS was my biggest shame! "Yes..." I admitted it. "I wanted Beth with me. Beth is... weak... biddable. Troy and Tony would have rolled right over her, especially with me there to help. They'd have coddled her and worked on her and rationalized what they were doing to her and they'd have been sweetly reasonable -- and they'd have fucked her and made her suck their cocks, and when it was all over, she'd have known sex the way I know sex..." I shook my head. "That's messed up, I know -- but in a way, we would have been closer, you know? Sisters... She would know what I was and she would have been there, and we could go out together and get as deep in the muck as it took to find someone -- probably someone bad -- who would stoop to fuck us..."

"You would have betrayed her," Jack said quietly.

I rolled myself up in a ball. "I know. Every time we went there, I hoped it would happen -- and every time we came away whole, I thanked God I hadn't had to do it. But I couldn't stop, you know? I never wanted to hurt her, but she wasn't gonna GET sex any other way -- and it's the only way I know how! I needed it so bad -- it was easy to rationalize it, easy to say to myself that I was doing her a favor..." After that, I couldn't talk; it reached up and slapped me in the face and I cried and cried... Jack was done with me -- and he would forbid Beth to even TALK to me -- and they would be gone on Saturday...

But Jack just rubbed my back and tucked me against him and let me drip huge puddles of tears on his hairy chest. After a while, I was cried out; I still couldn't look at him, but I unclenched some. Jack lay back on the couch and pulled me atop him and I tucked my wet face in his neck... And we both went to sleep.

That Wednesday evening seemed like my worst nightmare, especially at the beginning. Ollie wouldn't talk to me about his plans for a second concubine, but his face told me that he had them. I was going to have to suck it up...

He made me stay in the black babydoll -- without panties. I prayed that no one would come home, but they did, of course -- and they brought little Frieda with them! It seemed like they set up a round-robin schedule to humiliate me -- first Oliver wouldn't let me wear anything decent, then Frieda had to comment on it, then Jack had to tell her I wasn't even Oliver's wife any more... Then it was "Don't hide yourself!" and "If she put her hands behind her back..." God, it went on and on! And Frieda didn't help a bit! She INSISTED upon going naked -- which meant Beth had to -- which meant I had to, too!

The boys sat there in the living room, Ollie on the couch and Jack in the chair, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was going on while they fondled us, bringing home the point that the Confederacy was a man's world, and women were their play toys...

Jack dictated 'bedtime' -- and Ollie let him. The girls were somewhat embarrassing about it -- both in a hurry, tugging Jack toward the stairs. When they reached the top, Ollie gave me a little push and a nod of the head, dictating our departure from the living room also. It was another 'I'm the boss now' announcement -- another go at rubbing my nose in my stupidity. Theoretically, I don't think I had a choice, but if I said I didn't want to go... Well, what? Ollie would leave me? There was something lacking in THAT solution... I collected the shreds of my pride and headed up the stairs toward our bedroom.

Once there, we started out slowly. The kids were making some noise, and I have to admit that it contributed to my arousal. Ollie didn't offer oral sex -- but he fingered me and sucked my nipples and we'd already gotten off to a decent start downstairs, so I was wet and receptive.

Then he rolled me up on my hands and knees to take me doggie. We don't DO doggie -- I don't like it. It's about being used -- you don't face each other and you fuck like, well, dogs. But what I wanted wasn't on the menu -- and might not be for some time... Ollie knew he was killing it for me, so he bent over and whispered, "Masturbate," as he entered me. Normally, I wouldn't be caught dead doing THAT, either, but I was a little pissed, and in my mind if I had to masturbate to get off, Ollie wasn't doing his job -- something that I, at some point, would be able to confront him with.

I know -- I didn't get it. I'd had my nose rubbed in the fact that it was all about him all night -- and nothing had stuck.

What I didn't know was that Ollie had something up his sleeve -- and he waited until we were going good to spring it. I was starting to get a buzz despite myself when Ollie slid his thumb along the crack of my ass to my bud and started rubbing it.

Now, we don't do anal, either -- it's just... nasty! But we were going to do ALL the things we didn't do in one act, apparently -- whether I liked it or not! The problem was, well, I was starting to like parts of it!

Ollie didn't try to jam his thumb up my ass, he teased it -- and it felt good. Masturbation felt good -- especially with his cock sliding in and out of me. "You don't like this, I imagine," he puffed -- and then he gave my ass a little smack! Oh, it wasn't serious -- just a surprise -- but I clenched up, and things got better. I put my head on the forearm of the hand I was using to support me and watched him -- and he telegraphed another swat and I clenched up and he grinned at me. He did it several times -- and either I flinched, or he swatted me. When I relaxed, I realized that I was relaxing everywhere; my asshole was gaping open to accept his thumb and he was rubbing the inner surface of the ring with it! Then he would swat me -- or I would just flinch -- and my ring would clamp on his thumb... My thighs started shaking, and I suddenly realized that Ollie was going to get what he wanted -- and I was going to get what I wanted, too! My stomach started to quake and Ollie rubbed my ass and I tightened up, clamping around his thumb to the first knuckle -- and lightning flashed and thunder roared and I know I screamed SOMETHING...

I was already past the peak when Ollie started splashing spunk in my tunnel -- but that was okay, I could actually feel it better. Ollie pushed me over on my side and stuck his gooey cock into the crack of my ass and said, "See? You can do these things. You even enjoy them..."

I wanted to argue, but knew it was a total waste of time; my body had betrayed me. From here on out, we would do sex Ollie's way -- whatever way Ollie's way happened to be that night. It just wasn't worth ruining the afterglow of a seriously good orgasm... We'd had two week's worth of sex in a single day -- and I'd enjoyed it immensely, and we were DEFINITELY out of our rut, so maybe -- just maybe -- it was all worth it.

Ollie went to sleep then, undoubtedly pleased with himself. I waited until he was snoring softly and then got up and went to the bathroom to pee and drain his excess goo from my vagina. As I came out of the bathroom, I heard something, so I tiptoed up the hall. Beth was in bed alone, sleeping every bit as soundly as her father. The noise was louder, though, so I followed it to the stairs and halfway down them before I had a vantage point that let me see the couch.

Frieda was crying. There was no guessing why, but she was emitting heart-rending sobs while Jack held her. Somehow I doubted he'd hurt her at all, she was clinging to him; whatever the problem was, it was probably external to what they were doing. Jack was comforting Frieda over something; had he decided not to take her? Was she bemoaning the loss of her virginity? No, not that last, anyway -- I was certain she had been happy to part with her maidenhead. Something else, then; maybe it would come out. In the meantime, I vowed to attempt to ensure that the pair of them returned to Beth's bed, at some point...

The opportunity came at about two-thirty when Ollie got up to pee, awakening me. I went to the stairwell, and sure enough, they were crashed on the couch. Tiptoeing downstairs, I touched Jack on the shoulder -- but I think he was awake before I got to him. "You should go back upstairs," I whispered.

"Yeah." Jack basically rolled Frieda into a ball and sat up, then picked her up. It was impressive, actually -- he didn't look like he could do that. I turned toward the stairs and asked him as we headed up, "What happened?"

"We were exorcising some demons from her past," Jack whispered back. "Little Frieda isn't as simple a character as she seems." I have to admit -- I had never seen any evidence that Frieda had any depth to her at all... Maybe I wasn't looking; she was just Beth's little friend. Come to think of it, there HAD been that wake up call she gave me the night before... I helped Jack settle her behind Beth in bed; Jack thanked me in a whisper and spooned up behind her.

I went back to bed, backed up against Ollie, and took one of his hands and deliberately ran it up under that black nightie and put it on my left tit. We don't do that, either -- cuddle up tight and spoon -- probably because we've been married too long. But I needed the cuddle; I needed his touch and the sense of security it conveyed. Ollie came through, too; sound asleep, he still cupped and squeezed my tit and his cock stiffened against my ass. It was a validation -- a badly needed one.

I couldn't get back to sleep right away, so I pondered the events of the day I lost my freedom. While things were happening, I felt chagrined, embarrassed, humiliated, powerless, used and abused. Looking back over the day, though, I wondered if I wasn't overreacting. I'd been made to wander around naked in public -- but how public is your living room? How horrible is being fondled when it's by your husband and the other two women present were also naked and being fondled? The sex hadn't gone my way or been under my control -- and despite that lack of any control on my part, despite Ollie's seeming indifference and the advantage he took of his control, the sex had been really, REALLY good! Taken objectively, Ollie's tactics in pursuing his sudden ascendancy had gotten us out of a rut!

Of course, that line of thought backed into the OTHER problem; I no longer had a grip on Ollie. And he was going to be bringing another woman into our relationship -- a situation that, well, scared me to death, frankly! I was no longer a wife; I was property -- DISPOSABLE property. I had no legal protections; our relationship was now at will -- OLLIE's will. Ollie was comfortable with me -- comfortable with our old, lost relationship. Could I hold it together in the face of the changed situation and the pending threats? I didn't know -- and it scared me badly! I needed that hand -- that and the stiff evidence of Ollie's continued interest in me that pressed against my ass; it was a comfort and an anchor in an uncertain time. It took me nearly two hours to fall asleep...