Spring Break Hostage

*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. 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?"

"Yes ma'am." The female secretary replied politely.

The two girls had to wait for at least an hour while the court prepared and released their aunt into their custody. While they waited they took every chance they had to tease and pester the men that filed before them. Twice the secretary had to politely request for them to hush as they giggled and squinted at the troglodytes that ogled and winked their way.

They also took advantage of the time by writing a letter explaining to Fancy exactly what would be required of her, if she didn't want the information about her incarceration to 'get out'.

When Fancy finally appeared, she was looking very ragged, tired, worried, and barely even noticed the scantily clad condition of her slutty little nieces.

"Thank God you guys came, I don't know what I would have done without you." Fancy said sincerely and thankfully.

"I know what you would have done." Ashley snapped before continuing, "You would have called that asshole husband of yours and had to listen to his lectures from now till doomsday, that's what you would have done."

"You're probably right." Fancy solemnly confessed, as she attempted to straighten her wrinkled and smelly clothes. "You didn't bring me a change of clothes by any chance, did you?"

"As a matter of fact we did, sweety." Stacie said, winking at her sister.

"Oh thank you, I smell like a dam cigarette factory, and Thomas would be sure to pepper me with a million questions if I came home in this condition."

As they climbed into the mini-van, Ashley guided Fancy into the back. She then handed her a paper bag, with a change of clothes. "Oh, and you better read this letter while your changing." Ashley suggested, as Fancy climbed rearward to change.

Their letter described, in great detail, how the girls wanted to disguise their trip to spring break as a college drama competition. It also stated clearly that Fancy was to dress and act like a horny co-ed slut for the entire trip. She was to write a letter, of her own, to her husband explaining that she would be taking the girls to the drama competition and would be incommunicado for at least a week. As proof of her willingness to cooperate she was to don the skimpy little outfit inside the paper bag and be wearing it when she presented her husband with her letter explaining her soon to be absence.

"Oh my God, you two are incorrigible!" Fancy stammered. "What are you going to do if I don't agree to all this nonsense?"

Not wanting Fancy to see their demonic grins, the two girls kept looking straight ahead when she queried them. Ashley simply held up her copy of the initial arrest record and snapped it in her fingers. Fancy grimaced, and pondered her predicament, realizing that Ashley was right about how Thomas would ride her to the hilt if he ever found out about her being caught shoplifting; it might even destroy their marriage.

Fancy had never worn clothes as skimpy as the outfit the girls had brought for her. It just wasn't proper for a mother and wife to dress in such a manner. She struggled woefully to try to make it cover as much of her private parts as possible. Of course the girls giggled uncontrollably, as they watched Fancy first strip naked, and then wrestle with her skimpy clothes.

Despite the other girls taunting, Fancy had taken on the appearance of a female sexual goddess. Her breasts were uncomfortably squeezed together behind a wide mesh knitted halter that clearly showed the outline of her round and voluptuous tits, allowing the dark color of her aureole to be identified. The micro-mini skirt refused to cover the bottom portion of her tight; sculpted ass cheeks, and permitted them to gaily peek out and around the hidden hot pink thong.

With a trembling hand, Fancy wrote the letter to her husband indicating that she would be taking the girls to Florida, and that she would be unavailable for about a week. Fancy also had to admit to herself that she was jealous of theway her nieces were always able to have hot fun while she had to stay home and take care of herhouse, children and husband.

Fancy's Letter

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My Dearest Thomas,

Stacie and Ashley are in desperate need of my help. They have an opportunity to win money for college and you know that my brother doesn't have the ability to help them out financially. They've been invited to participate in a national drama contest in which they can earn partial to full college scholarships.

They've been practicing night and day for weeks now. I've been helping them practice and must say that they've got a really good shot at winning. But they have no way of getting to the competition.

My no good brother won't help them out, so I have to step in. These are good girls and they deserve an opportunity to better their lives. I know that it will put a hardship on you, but I have already promised them that I would drive them to the contest. I will be leaving next Friday and will get back in about a week, or so depending on how good they do.

I will miss you and the kids terribly, but this could be a blessing in disguise. You haven't been showing much interest in our marriage or me for quite some time now. Maybe some time apart is just what we need to remind us of how we used to feel about each other.

Please don't be too mad at me. I love you and truly hope that when I get back you will be waiting for me with open arms and an open heart.

Your loving wife - Fancy

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Stacie and Ashley overtly snickered and gawked at Fancy's embarrassing attempt to slip out of the van with her modesty intact. Then they made her practice walking (more like strutting) in a circle, in the three-car garage, before she was allowed to go into the house. The 3-inch heels the girls made her wear further accentuated Fancy's wiggle as her ass swayed back and forth. The heels also served to push her shapely ass up, and out, exposing it at the bottom edge of the micro-mini. Knowing she had no choice, her curvaceous legs found their strength and straightened, pointing all attention upward toward her crotch.

"Look at that slut, do you think she might be a prostitute?" Ashley teased menacingly and accusingly, as Fancy quickly mastered her newly acquired 3-inch spikes.

"I don't know Ashley, why don't you ask her?"

"Cough, cough, uurrruum ma'am do you do women, too?" Ashley inquired.

"How much for a sucky fucky?" Stacie cruelly added.

Fancy tried to ignore their comments, but she wasn't having much luck.

Ashley then reached over and lifted her aunt's short skirt before slapping her bare butt cheek with her open hand. "I said, how much for a 'sucky fucky' slut?"

I don't know what I am going to do about you two?" Fancy sighed.

"When I tell you to do something you do it immediately, without pause or hesitation!" Ashley scolded her aunt as she forcefully slammed her hand down on her aunt's exposed butt cheek.

"Smack!"

"Ohhh, that hurts." Fancy exclaimed before Ashley rained down another vicious blow to the other vulnerable cheek.

"Smack!"

Something about the fierceness in Ashley's eyes told Fancy that her niece wasn't kidding around. She strained her neck back wards to look at her upturned ass and was shocked to see two red hand prints emblazoned across her exposed bottom.

"Thomas is going to see these red marks on my bottom Ashley, what am I going to tell him?" Fancy wined,as she tenderly rubbed, and repeatedly lifted her skirt to view the solid red handprints scalded into her bottom.

"That is definitely 'your problem' sister."

Suddenly the door to the house flew open, and Thomas stood there with his jaw hanging to the ground, while he stared at his beautiful wife who was standing there looking like a full blown tramp.

"What the hell is going on here? Get you're a-a-ass in the house this minute!" Thomas barked and ordered like an old grouch.

"Here, this is for you." Fancy snipped as she embarrassingly handed him his letter and whisked away as fast as her feet could take her.

"What the Hell?" Thomas marveled, as he watched her walk away with fire engine red ass cheeks pumping up and down for any and all to see.

Leaving her husband the responsibility of returning the nieces to their home, Fancy quickly retired to the bathroom to take a long hot bath. While the room filled with steam, and prior to removing any of her sexy clothing, she applied her silkiest body cream to soothe her still sore bottom. Rubbing gently, she remembered and pondered the ferocious assault and all of the attention and pressure that the two girls had applied to make her look so naughty.

It was a shame they were so harsh with her, she really loved them and would gladly do anything for them, if she only could. Wiping the fogged mirror, Fancy turned and took another look at her reflection, and was actually quite impressed and couldn't help but give her own ass a little slap. She was surprised at just how sexily her butt jiggled and she couldn't help squeezing and smacking it again.

Hearing the garage close, Fancy knew she finally had the house to herself and resumed playing peek-a-boo with her own bottom, and before long, found herself with her fingers buried deeply in her dripping pussy. It was simply impossible for her to ignore the sexual attraction and excitement her nieces brought out in her. As she flicked her clitoris, she imagined, just for a second, that Stacie and Ashley were fighting over who would get to lick it first. Then thinking as naughty as she possibly could, while shoving two fingers up both her butt and pussy at the same time, Fancy imagined both girls playing with her at the same time.

"I've got to stop this." Fancy stated to herself, as she regained her composure, and resisted the mounting climax building deep within her loins.

After pulling herself from her near climax, Fancy's guilt and shame, combined with her fear of being caught and humiliated by her husband, sent her confidence spiraling downward. The sheer impossibility of being able to disappear to Florida for a week, and her husband never finding out what they really did, loomed before her. Slowly and painfully Fancy sank into a dark void, confused and torn between her choices.

"What if I just come clean, endure the insults I'm sure to receive, and forget about trying to take the girls to Spring Break. The trip with Stace and Ash might have been fun, but could it possibly be worth all this fricking stress?" Fancy stated to herself.

But if she didn't take the girls, she would be disappointing the very ones, who came to her rescue, just when she needed them the most. Plus she promised to take them the previous year, and let them down, right at the last minute. She would simply just have to do the "right" thing! Having sunk to the bottom of her hopeless well, Fancy prepared herself to spill the beans, and dressed once again, as the perfect suburban wife, and went to the kitchen to make Mexican food for dinner. She could hardly imagine feeling any worse and Mexican food was always fun, and maybe, she thought, that would make her and Thomas both feel a little bit better about everything.

Her timing was perfect, and just as she laid the last dish on the table, she heard the sound of the garage door opening, signaling the return of her husband. She readied herself to hear the lecture about how he was put out, by having to take the girls home. Fancy was surprised though, when Thomas came in looking smugly happy and smiled nicely as if nothing had happened. He still possessed that overbearing, know-it-all, disposition, but he somehow seemed content. Without a word he kissed her on the cheek, as he passed by, and went to wash his hands, before returning to the table. There they sat, mostly silent, clinging silverware and glasses as they devoured their tacos and beans and rice.

"About this afternoon..." Fancy opened her mouth to speak.

"Oh, don't worry Hon, the girls explained everything." Thomas said quite coolly.

"They did?" Fancy gasped, failing to hide her panic.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm glad your trying to help them practice for their drama class!"

"And you don't mind what I was wearing?"

"Well you did look like a sleazy stripper, or something, but as long as nobody sees you except for the girls, and as long as your just helping them with the play, I guess it's OK."