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Tale of a Bored Housewife, Parts Five and Six
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
CHAPTER V
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I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze. Saturday afternoon
when I got home, I immediately took off the clothes Gloria had sent me
away in, and threw them into the garbage in the garage. I tried to
sleep. Although I had not slept in a day and a half, I was still to
upset. I wandered around the house, but couldn't seem to sit down.
About 6:30 I ran some water for a bath. As I lay there I began to
relax. When I moved I realized how sore I was. I think it was than that
the shock wore off and the full import of what had happened hit me. I
had been raped, not just raped but gang-raped. Not by strangers in some
alley, but by friends, and neighbors, less than two blocks from my home.
Not knowing where to turn, or what to do I moved from the tub to my bed
and eventually drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a funk. It was a cold
clear day and I forced myself to clean up around the house, etc. in
preparation for my families return from Tom's parents. I thought about
friday night. That was the first time I had had sex with anyone other
than my husband. I was ashamed to admit it but the worst part was the
humiliation. The sex with the men had been degrading but ..............
When Tom and the kids got there I tried to act cheerful and welcome them
back. Karen immediately stated that she was going to run over to see
Pete. I lost control. I yelled at her, told her that she was not going
anywhere. Everyone stared at me, Karen looked shocked but said nothing.
Tom took me aside and asked me if I was allright. I said yes, there was
nothing wrong. He went over to Karen and told her to wait until after
dinner to leave. While she was gone I was scared silly. What would she
find out over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or Chris knew
what had happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know what to think.
The next few days went slowly. Tom repeatedly asked me what was
wrong but I could not tell him. He could never understand. I know I was
acting strangely but could not help myself. We tried to make love
several times. Each time Tom would try to approach me I kept thinking
about that Friday night. The one time we did make love I remember
comparing his lovemaking to Craig's brutal intercourse. I didn't enjoy
Tom that night at all. It was so cold so dispassionate, I think Tom
finally got the message. 10 days later, about 7:00 one night I came down
stairs and heard people talking in the living room. "What happened last
weekend, she hasn't been the same since?" There was an edge on Tom's
voice when he spoke. "She seemed all right Friday night when she left".
That was Dave speaking, Gloria spoke up. "Steve and Marie Daniels left
with her, they were going to drop her off since it was pretty late. I
talked to Marie last week and she didn't mention anything". "Why don't
we all get together Saturday? Maybe she's just depressed and a little
get together will cheer her up." Tom agreed that that might be a good
idea. Gloria mentioned that she would try and invite a few other people
and would talk to Tom later in the week to set it up. I realized that if
someone saw me standing here they would notice that I had been
eavesdropping. I went on down into the living room. Gloria and Dave
were there with Tom. Gloria smiled warmly and mentioned that since she
hadn't heard from me in a while they thought they would stop by. I
mumbled hello, and sat next to Tom. We sat and talked for about 45
minutes. Everything seemed so, so...normal. After they left I wondered
if that night had really happened. I wanted to forget and they acted as
if nothing had changed.
I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adament. Saturday
morning came and I saw that I had no choice. I pretended to be sick, and
that was not far from the truth but the kids were eager to leave and Tom
seemed intent on dragging me there. I put on some jeans and a blouse and
we left to walk over there. As we walked down the street I took stock of
my family. Tom was 36, a fairly successful attorney and his practice was
just beginning to come into its own. After some hard years it looked
like he was in the process of becoming one of the most prominent local
attorneys. He was 5'10", 175 lbs and stayed in great shape. I was
extremely proud of him. When I married him I had misgivings. He was a
wonderful person, extremely dependable and I knew he could take care of
me but he was a little to staid, to damn dependable. I realized as I
looked at him that I had made the right choice. I cared for him deeply
and he was a wonderful husband and father. I looked at Karen my 14 year
old. She was a sophmore in high school, well behaved and normally easy
to handle. Many of my friends envied me because Karen and I seemed to
have so few problems. Her figure had been developing faster than I
wanted to see though, I worried about her. She went out with Pete,
Gloria's 16 year old and I felt that he was to wild for her. Scott my 12
year old was skinny as a beanpole, a little awkward but he was moving out
of the awkward stage and I was quite proud of him. Linda our youngest
was 11, she was a little monster, I loved her dearly though, she was my
favorite. Tom accused me of spoiling her. All in all I was extremely
proud of my family.
I looked up and saw that we had almost reached Gloria's house. I was
a little nervous but Tom had told me that we could leave after a little
if I still didn't feel better. If he only knew!!! Dave met us at the
door. Behind him stood Mona who had been Karen and Scott's 5th grade
teacher. I heard voices in the living room and I saw Phil, Gloria's
brother and a young women I didn't know. While Dave introduced me to
Phil and his date (Denise) Mona took Tom off to the side and they
appeared to be engaged in an earnest discussion. The kids disappeared
upstairs. I realized that I was the only woman not wearing a skirt or a
dress. Gloria came out of the kitchen, welcomed us and asked if Mona or
I could give her a hand in the kitchen for a moment. Mona grabbed my
hand and almost dragged me into the kitchen. Once there she placed her
hand over my mouth while Gloria picked up a cup of some bright red sauce
and splashed it on my white blouse. Gloria spoke loudly, "I'm terribly
sorry". She went on for a moment while Mona relaxed her grip but kept a
hand on my arm and quietly said. "Co-operate with me Joan and today will
be fairly easy for you." Before I could answer Mona pulled me out of the
kitchen, I tried to look embarrassed, not scared. I knew somehow that
that was how they wanted me to act while Gloria announced how clumsy she
was. Mona offered to take me home to change clothes, while Gloria
continued to act sympathetic and apologize. The show was clearly for
Tom's benefit. I understood from the pressure of Mona's fingers that I
was to accept her offer. I did.
CHAPTER VI
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She drove me the 2 blocks to my home silently. I asked her what was
going on, for a moment I was outraged but when she offered to take me
back and allow Gloria to tell Tom what I had really done 2 weeks earlier
I became a little scared (terrified) and went along with her. She pulled
up into my driveway, I got out and begain walking towards the back door.
She stopped me. "When you enter a home alone you will use the back door,
when you are with someone else, you will ensure that they at least use
the front".
I looked at her to ask what in the world but thought better of it. She
went up the stairs and straight into my bedroom. I watched her as she went
through my closet. She was tall about 5'8", blonde hair, blue eyes, single
and about 31 or 32 years old. She had a good body and as I remembered she
had always liked to flaunt it. She was wearing a long black skirt, but it
was slit to mid thigh. I had seen when we had walked into Gloria's home that
Tom had noticed her. I had felt a tinge of jealousy.
After going through my closet for a moment she turned to me and told me
to get out all my skirts, pumps or heels, tan or flesh covered panty hose,
and sweaters. She would choose what I was to wear. I complied with her
demand. As I bent down to get out my shoes I bumped into her. She grabbed
my hair and slapped my twice across the face. She didn't hit me hard but I
was shocked. Tears rolled down my face. "Hurry up, if we don't get back in
a few minutes Gloria will be getting out the picture album she created for
you last week and showing Tom and your kids what a good show you put on."
After I had lain everything out she picked out 2 pair of shoes, plain black
pumps and plain white ones, several pair of panty hose and a sweater. She
made me try on several skirts. Finally she made me put on the black pumps,
panty hose, a knee length black skirt and a red turtle neck. She put several
skirts, the white pumps and some panty hose into a shopping bag. As she
turned to go almost as an afterthought she told me to show her what kind of
sweaters Karen had. She picked out a sweater that I had given Karen for her
birthday, a beautiful white angora sweater. She placed that in her shopping
bag and we left.
When we got back they were all sitting down to dinner. Gloria sat Tom
down at one table and Mona quickly grabbed the empty seat to his right. I
felt Phil's hand guide me to a seat at the other table. I looked over at
Tom, he smiled at me and started to say something. Right about then Mona
placed her hand on his arm and he turned to talk to her. I sat down between
Phil and Denise. I wasn't very hungry. I picked at my food. Phil tried to
make small talk and so did Denise. About halfway through the dinner I felt
Phil's hand on my leg. He started at the knee and slid his hand between my
skirt and leg. While smiling at my daughter and asking her about a party she
had gone to with Pete he fondled my thigh up to my panties. We both acted as
if nothing was happening. Denise looked at him and in a very sotto voice,
told him to "leave her alone,......for now" they both laughed at that and
after that they pretty much ignored me.
After dinner Gloria grabbed me and guided me into the kitchen. I could
hear Tom talking to Phil and Mona just outside the door. She told me that
Dave had something to show me. He came up from the basement and motioned for
me to follow him down. I went down behind him, upstairs I could hear the
voices of the others. He took me to the corner where I had spent the night 2
weeks earlier. There was a blanket covering one wall. He removed it,
underneath there were dozens of pictures. They were all of me, in the
various stages of undress that I had been forced to parade around in that
night. In the center there was a large color photo of me, topless, on my
knees, with my left hand around an erect penis, no more than 3 inches from my
face. Cum was dripping off my face and hand. My wedding ring could be
clearly seen underneath. It looked as if I was smiling. Next to that one
there was a shot of me wearing panties, pantyhose, black heels, and nothing
else. I was kneeling in the living room while 6 or 7 people sat on the
couches ignoring me. "Joan if you will cooperate today we won't show these
pictures to Tom. If at any time you cause any trouble though, he will get
the same tour that you received." Numbly I turned away. I started to cry.
"If he sees something is wrong, we will have to assume you are not
cooperating. I will leave you alone here for a few moments but we will be
expecting you upstairs." He smiled at me, and reached down and raised my
skirt. He looked at my legs for a moment, as if to show me that he had that
power. He dropped my skirt and left the basement without speaking again.
After several minutes I turned and walked up the stairs.
(continued)
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