Retirement

Amy stepped back from the table.

"Douglass," Grant said.

Douglass stepped behind Amy and began unzipping her dress.

"Stop that!" she wriggled.

"Amy, be still," Allen told her.

"But Allen! He's --"

"Be still!"

Amy stood still, while Douglass unzipped her dress all the way and eased it down the front off her shoulders.

"Allen! He's going to expose my slip!"

Douglass groped her ass through the dress, and Amy wriggled again, accidentally letting the dress slip to her waist.

"Allen! Make them stop now!"

"Amy, hush."

"Douglass, finish the job."

Douglass pushed the dress down past Amy's waist, leaving her standing there in her white silk slip and panties.

"Look at her nipples through the slip," Ginger remarked. "Oh, you can tell she is really liking this!"

She knew that the blonde was right. Why?! Why was she so thrilled by all of this? She had never been turned on by anything like this before!

"Aaalllleeeenn!" she wailed, writhing. "Make them stop!"

"Honey, we're just setting some limits for you to respect."

"But, Allen ...."

"Take off your slip, little girl," Grant ordered.

"Allen! Please! Make them stop this!"

"Do it, Amy."

"But, Allen --"

"Do it."

She couldn't do this, she thought as her hands reached for the edges of the slip. What was wrong with Allen? How could he be acting this way?! She pulled the slip up over her breasts and heard someone give a wolf whistle. Ooooohhh, why? Why were her nipples so hard?! What was happening to her?! She pulled the slip the rest of the way over her head and stood there in just her panties.

"Allen," she said, trying to focus past the thrill in her stomach at standing naked in front of this group of people, "Allen, this has to stop."

"You're right, dear."

"I'm right?!"

"Yes. You need to stop whining every time someone gives you an instruction and just obey."

"Allen!"

"It's for your own good, honey."

"Allen!"

"Take off the panties, cunt," Grant instructed her.

"Allen!!! I'm your wife!!"

"Please," Allen said gently, "Take off your panties, cunt."

"Allen, baby," she said, hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband. She turned around and stuck her ass out. "We are mature, adult people." She shook her ass slowly from side to side, easing the panties down over her buttocks. "We can't be doing things like this!!!"

"Look at her panties," Ginger said, pointing. "You can see from here that they're soaking wet."

Amy let the panties fall down her legs to the floor, then stepped out of them. She slowly turned around, holding her hands in front of her pussy.

"Hands out to the sides," Grant said.

Amy watched Allen as her arms rose up, parallel to the ground. She watched the blonde tramp on his lap take his hand and cup her breast with it.

"Legs apart," she heard Grant say.

She slid her legs wide apart, watching as Douglass's wife eased herself down to Allen's lap and unzipped his trousers.

"Douglass."

"Yes, sir."

"Oooooooooaaaaaaaannnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhh," a moan forced its way through Amy's mouth as she felt Douglass flick her clitoris. "Make ... make him stop!" she begged, holding her position, legs wide apart, arms held away from her sides. "Ooooowwwiieeee! Make him stop!"

"Now that's a dignified little slut," Grant said. "Why are you doing this? Why are you listening to us?"

"I doooon't knoooow!" she whined, wriggling, but still holding her position as Douglass lightly fingered her clit.

"You've always lusted after me, Amy. Ever since you were a little girl."

"No!" she gasped. "That's not true."

"I would never let you act out your fantasies with me, though. And I almost regret it now. You have turned out to be such a ... frigid bitch. And it's all my fault."

"No! I never -- oooooahnnnnggghh" she moaned as Douglass fingered her just a little faster. "Nooooooo! I never ... unnnngggh ... I never ... ooohhhhannngh ... I never fantastized about yooooouuuuu!!!!"

"Admit it, Amy."

"No, I -- no -- oooooooaaaaaaannnnnngggghhhhh! No, I -- Ohmygod, fuck me, Grant. Fuck me now! Come stick your big fucking cock up my cunt!!! Come fuck me now! Now!!!"

"Amy, how dignified you're being?!"

"Oh, pleeeeaaaase! Come fuck me! Pleeeeease! I'll suck it! Yeah, I'll take it in my mouth and suck it soooooo good for you! If you'll just come fuck me!! Please!"

"Show me how well you can suck on Douglass."

"Pleeeeeaaaaase," she whined as she sank to her knees and unzipped Douglass. "I'll do it! I'll do it for you!!" she said, looking at Grant and nodding. "I'll give Douglass head. I'll take his whole goddam prick in my throat. But you come fuck me while I do! Please!!" She wrapped her lips around Douglass's erection, trying to maintain eye contact with Grant as she did so, then shook her ass enticingly at Grant.

She brought her mouth off Douglass's cock with a popping sound "See?" she said, smiling nastily. "I did it! I did it for you! Come fuck me, please, Grant!" And she lowered her head back onto Douglass's erection.

Grant unzipped his pants and let them drop, then walked up and placed a hand on Amy's buttocks. She squealed happily past the cock in her mouth. Douglass handed him a jar of petroleum jelly, and he greased up his pecker.

Grant rubbed his cock up and down her ass cheeks, and she made cooing sounds despite the fact that her mouth was full.

"Hold her head, Douglass."

Douglass obeyed.

"Don't worry, Douglass, she's programmed not to bite."

"I know, sir," he smiled.

Grant placed his prick at Amy's anus, and she stiffened, but Douglass held her head at his cock. Grant pushed his cock up her asshole.

"Mmmmmmpphhhhgggllmmmmphph!!!" she moaned, muffled by Douglass's erection. Why?! Why was she cumming?! How could she? This was dirty, filthy, anal sex with a slimy sonofabitch bastard!

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! she writhed.

Her clenching anal muscles caused Grant to cum. "Shame," he remarked. "Guess I didn't last too long that time. But then too, the little prick-tease has been showing off, trying to get me hard all evening." He pulled out of her ass, and her butt sank down to the ground. "Oooohh," she sighed as Douglass let her pull her mouth from his cock. "Oh, Daddy made Amy cum!"

Douglass jerked himself a few times, then ejaculated over Amy's face and hair. She caught it all and turned around to face Grant, smiling nastilly.

"You did good, little slut."

"Mmmmmmmm, Amy happy, Grant-Daddy."

"That's my girl. Now, when Ginger gets done with your husband, she's going to give you her dildo. You know what to do with it, don't you?"

"Mmmmm, yes, Daddy."

"That's my girl."

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It was ten thirty in the evening, and Daphne was lying in bed, trying to read, but finding herself unable to concentrate. Davy was in bed -- he had a long day tomorrow, preparing for finals. Daddy was still out, probably screwing someone -- probably one of her friends, she thought bleakly.

She couldn't seem to put her finger on exactly what was bothering her tonight, but she felt terribly bleak.

Perhaps some milk would help, she thought. She laid her book on her nightstand and walked over to the closet. She automatically ignored her bedroom shoes -- they seemed to be wearing corns on her feet lately -- and put on her red high-heeled shoes instead. Then she took a carrot out of the bowl she had on the nightstand and headed for the kitchen.

As she passed Davy's room, she glanced in at him sleeping. Her boy was growing up. Thank God he wasn't turning out like Daddy, she thought as she stuck the tip of the carrot in her mouth and ran her tongue around it.

She walked down the stairs, but stopped in the living room. She found herself picking up the phone and dialing her husband's number at work.

"Hello?" a voice asked after several rings.

"Clark."

"Daphne? Are you all right? Nothing's wrong is it?"

"No, nothing's wrong. It's just -- yes, there is something wrong, Clark. You're not here."

"I'm sorry, dear. I told you, I'd need to work late tonight."

"But you're always working late anymore."

"It won't be for much longer, Daphne. This new account is just taking so many extra hours. But I should be wrapping up the initial phase soon, and then we'll have more time to spend together."

"Do you promise, Clark?"

"I promise."

"Because I'm missing you. I'm -- I don't know. Things are strange. I'm lonely without you. Please come home."

"I will. I promise. As soon as I get this project at a maintenance level. We'll take a vacation -- just you and me. How does that sound?"

"Right now that sounds like heaven, Clark! Soon. Let's do it very soon!"

"You've got it, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Clark. Thanks. When do you think you'll be getting home tonight?"

"In a few hours. I'll just nap on the couch again so I don't wake you."

"You won't wake me. Please come to bed when you get home. I miss you."

"I miss you too, sweetheart. And you're sweet, but I'll probably just sleep on the couch. I won't want to disturb your sleep."

"Okay," she said, her voice disappointed. She began to rub her lower lip with the carrot.

"Okay. I'll be home in a few hours, then, and we'll start making plans for that vacation soon. Good night."

"Good night."

Clark hung up, and Daphne stood with the receiver at her ear for several seconds, then also hung up.

She wandered back up to her bedroom. She didn't feel like a glass of milk anymore.

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"Hurry up, lad," Grant called to Davy upstairs.

"Daddy, I still don't like this. He has his finals tomorrow."

"It's just one final, Daffy. He exempted himself out of the others with those fantastic grades of his. A true Blaine, he is."

"That doesn't change the fact that he has a final tomorrow."

"He's studied for two weeks. Any more studying tonight won't help. He'll ace it. Trust me. I just want to reward him for the classes he got A's in and promise him a present when he aces the one he *does* have to take."

"Ready, Grandpa," David said, coming down the stairs two at a time.

"Great! We'll see you later tonight, Daffy." He winked at her. "Now, you be a good girl and don't do anything naughty while we're gone."

"Don't worry about me. Just don't *you* get *him* into trouble, Daddy."

"Yes, ma'am," Grant grinned, leading David out the door.

Daphne watched them drive off, then sat down to watch some television. Lately, she was having difficulty keeping her attention focussed enough for reading. Watching TV was something she could do mindlessly. In fact, she soon drifted off to sleep on the sofa, until she was awakened by the doorbell.

Shaking her head to clear the sleep out of it, she walked over to answer the door.

Amy smiled at her. "Hi!" she said, stepping inside with two full paper bags. "I've been shopping, and you just wait until you see what I bought! Come on, let's go up to the bedroom, and I'll try them on for you."

Daphne fixed them two colas while Amy went up to begin changing. "I brought you up a soda," she called into the master bedroom's adjacent bathroom as she sat on the bed.

"Good. I'll be right out," Amy called back.

Daphne became more depressed as she drank from her soda. Amy seemed to have her life all together. She, on the other hand, hadn't even slept with her husband in weeks.

"How do you like it?" Amy asked, stepping out. She had on a sheer, powder blue nightie and similar panties. "What do you think?" she asked, spinning around.

"You look ... you look ... wonderful." She brought her hands up to cover her face.

"Daphne, what's wrong?" Amy asked, stepping up to her and setting a hand on her shoulder.

"I don't ... I don't know, Amy. My life just seems ... I just don't know."

"Easy, easy," she soothed, sitting down beside Daphne and pulling her head to her breast. "It's okay. Everything is going to be just fine."

"But I -- it's just so hard to --"

"Huussshhh." She rocked Daphne's cheek back and forth across her breast. "Hush, baby. It's all going to work out fine."

"Do you think?"

"Yes, yes, now hush."

Daphne wrapped her arms around her friend and let herself be held for a while. Maybe everything would work out. Maybe she was just in the dark before dawn. Maybe.

She was starting to actually feel better when she suddenly became aware how erect Amy's nipples were -- they were poking out through the sheer material better than a quarter inch. "Uhm," Daphne said, pulling herself away. "Thank you. I *do* feel better."

"That's my baby," Amy said, brushing a strand of hair back out of Daphne's face. Daphne glanced down and could see Amy's nipples poking out the sheer fabric of the nightie.

"Hey, I got you a gift!" Amy said.

"Really?"

"Here," she said, pushing the other paper bag to Daphne.

Daphne opened it up and pulled out another blue nightie. "This -- this is the same as yours."

"Yeah, I thought you'd look good in it. You can be my little pet," she chuckled.

"I don't ...."

"Oh, go try it on. Or you'll hurt my feelings."

"I ... uhm ...."

"Go on!"

"O-okay." She took the bag with her to the bathroom.

"How's the old *fart* doing?" Amy asked from the bedroom.

Daphne sighed. "Daddy is getting worse. He's more arrogant than ever. I -- hey, there's no panties with this nightie."

"I know. I didn't think you'd need them." Daphne looked up to see Amy standing in the bathroom doorway, the door pushed open. "We *are* old friends, after all. Wow, do you look cute in that nightie!"

"Thank ... thank you."

Amy could see Daphne's pussy clearly through the fabric. "Hey, you forgot your high heels."

"Oh, you're right." Daphne bent over to put them on, but immediately felt Amy's gaze on her ass. She looked over her shoulder, and, sure enough, her friend was staring at her behind.

Amy realized she was caught and moved her gaze to meet Daphne's eyes, then grinned. "You have a cute butt, girlfriend! I can see why you get your way with men all the time."

Daphne blushed bright red and sat on the toilet seat to finish putting her shoes on.

Amy led her back to the bedroom and goosed her on the rear. "Yessir, a bitchin' little ass."

"Uhm, Amy, I --"

"You just sit down on the bed there and relax. I know you're feeling depressed, and Amy is going to take good care of her little Daffy."

"Amy --"

"Ssshhh." She walked around behind Daphne, then began massaging her shoulders. "Doesn't this feel good?"

"Yes, but --"

"No buts. You just relax. Tonight is your night."

The massage did feel good. Daphne shut her eyes and felt the tension start to release out of her shoulders. Amy removed her hands from Daphne's shoulders for a moment, but then put them back and continued the massage.

"Mmmmmm, you're right. That *does* feel good."

"I knew it would. I know just how to make you feel good."

"You sure do. In fact --" Daphne opened her eyes and looked around to speak to her friend, but gasped. "Amy! Where's your nightie?! You -- you're naked!"

"Just my boobs. I still have my panties on. See?"

"You can't -- this isn't --"

Amy shut her up with a kiss.

Daphne broke away and jumped up, snatching a carrot from the bowl on the nightstand and sticking it into her mouth. She stood there stiffly, her eyes wide. After a moment, she pulled the carrot back out. "This isn't -- we can't --"

"Easy, darling. I'm going easy with you, aren't I? Why, I didn't even stick my tongue in your mouth just now."

Daphne's eyes grew wider, then she stuck the carrot back in her mouth and began running her tongue around it furiously.

"There, there," Amy said, walking around to her. "Everything's going to be all right. Just leave everything up to Amy-dear."

She put her hands on Daphne's shoulders, and Daphne allowed herself to be pushed back down to sit on the bed.

"Now you just lean back," Amy said, pushing Daphne into a reclining position. "There, comfy?"

Daphne just stared at her, tonguing her carrot.

"Now, I'm going to take this," Amy said, pulling the carrot out of Daphne's mouth.

"Wait--"

"And I'm going to show you something much better to do with it."

"But--"

"Hush. Lie still. Now slide this leg over here. And, there," she said, running the carrot along the insides of Daphne's thighs. "I'm glad you're pantiless. You have a pretty little pussy."

"Amy, please!"

"Mmmmmm, and this will feel real good." She ran the tip of the carrot up Daphne's gash.

"Oh!"

"Yeah, Amy will take care of her little Daffy."

"Oh!"

"And then ...." She slowly pushed the carrot into Daphne's cunt.

"Ah ... oh ... ah ...."

"And out again."

"Ohsweetgeez ... fuck ... oh! ...."

"And in ...."

"Aaaaahhhh! OH! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Daphne squeezed her legs together and began crying out in orgasm.

"Wow!" Amy said when Daphne subsided a little. "That was quick. How long have you been without?"

"I ... uhm ... there's been a lot of work at Clark's office," she said, her whole body blushing red again.

Amy pulled the carrot out of Daphne's pussy and stuck the glistening end into her own mouth. "Mmmmm, you've got sweet juices. Want to taste?"

Daphne openend her mouth. Amy touched Daphne's tongue with the tip of the carrot, and Daphne wrapped her lips around the vegetable and sucked.

Amy smiled and pulled it out of her mouth.

"I love you," Daphne sighed.

"And I love my little Daffy-Bear. Now you need to use those lips for something more productive than a carrot tip," she said, spreading her knees apart.

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"So what restaurant are we going to tonight, Grandpa?"

"Chez Milsford."

"I haven't heard of that one."

Grant signalled to make a left hand turn. "It isn't a restaurant. A friend is preparing dinner for us tonight."

"Milsford? Miss Milsford is cooking us dinner?"

"Bingo."

"But, Grandpa, why would she do that? I mean, she's Mom's friend, not ours."

"Davy, do you remember when I got Caroline out of her bikini that day?"

David shook his head enthusiastically. "Boy, do I."

"A lot of women just want a man to tell them what to do. They need that to make them happy, and that's all it takes to make them happy -- the opportunity to serve their man."

"But how, Grandpa? I mean, I gotten to necking a few times, but I always strike out when I push it much farther. You just seem to ... I don't know. It just seems so easy for you."

"That's because I have a sixth sense about these ladies, Davy. I can tell which ones are ripe and ready to bloom. I'll teach you some day. Anyway, this Caroline was just so ripe she was ready to fall off the vine. I just satisfied her by giving her a few orders, and she was delighted to obey."

"You're really something, Grandpa."

Grant raised his chin and puffed his chest out. "Well, thank you, Grandson. You make me proud too."

They drove a few more minutes, then pulled into Sarah Milsford's driveway. Grant led David to the front door, then opened it with a key.

"Hi, honey, I'm home!" he called.

"Where'd you get the key, Grandpa?"

"I asked pretty miss schoolteacher for it, of course."

"And she gave you one?"

Grant just held the key up for David to see.

"Grant, no. This is absurd," Sarah said, coming out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand and wearing a beautiful black evening dress.

"How's my little tart?" Grand asked loudly, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

"Phltt! Stop that!" she said, pulling back. "This is all just out of the question. You will need to take David and leave! I won't put up with this."

"But, dear, you've already prepared a sumptuous feast for us."

Sarah looked down at the spatula in her hand, then back up at Grant. "Well, it will just have to go to waste. I will not put up with this."

"Has Caroline arrived yet?"