COUPLES THERAPY - Part 4

Thank you all for returning to the spectacular that is this new story after a significant unintended hiatus.  You have my deepest apologies for that.  We are continuing to explore a couple of scammers as they try and take down a celebrity relationship guru.  As you will recall things escalated even further last time with more adventures of Mitchell and Megan. This story does contain a small scene of Male Bisex and PEGGING, just so you know. That said…let’s rejoin them without any more Faff and see what they’re up to now.

Part 4 - Problems

  Something had come between Mitchell and Megan.  Thankfully for both of them it was the slender physique of their new friend Jenny, who was also Doctor Grant Grantham’s (PhD) secretary.  

  Right now she was on all fours with her face positioned between Megan’s legs, her tongue gliding up her sloppy cunt as she tasted both Megan’s juices and the cum leaking out of her pussy.  Meanwhile behind her Mitchell was ramming his cock in and out of the young woman’s deliciously tight twat.  

  Mitchell gripped Jenny’s asscheeks as he ploughed into her before leaning forward getting skin to skin with the filthy administrator, his chest pressing against her back as he watched her jaw move while her tongue pierced Megan’s delicious quim. 

  Part of Mitchell wished it was his face between Megan’s thighs, his tongue sliding up her tasty flaps, even though he was in an ideal position to see Jenny going down on Megan and her reaction to Jenny’s tongue as she placed her hands gently on the side of her face her legs spread wide to give her the best possible access.

  Mitchell could feel his balls tightening and his dick twitching as Jenny moaned into Megan’s pussy, causing her to sigh back in delight, the three of them undulating against each other as if Mitchell’s thrusts were reverberating upwards, going through all three of them.  Mitchell reached around to grab Jenny’s boob, squeezing it in his hand, his fingers sliding around the nipple, tightening on it, applying the merest of pressures.

  “Ho, fucking Hell!” Jenny muffled into Megan’s slit, as she groaned throatily into her private space,  her lips clamping round Megan’s bean and humming against it like a human vibrator.   Mitchell couldn’t take it any more as his cock splurged it’s hot sticky mess deep into Jenny, feeling her push her ass cheeks back against him to get all of that steamy spunk going all the way inside her.

  “Oh, YEAH!” Mitchell roared as gripped Jenny’s hips and just held her in place as his eyes locked with Megan’s as her lips pursed and she gripped Jenny’s head, clamping it onto her delicious fanny as she threw her had back in ecstasy, her nipples pointing up to the ceiling like bullets as she convulsed onto the young woman’s mouth.

   “Sweet fucking mercy!  NNNGGHHH!” Megan groaned aloud, before begging Megan to stop.  All three slumping on the bed spent after their exhausting efforts.  Mitchell looked up the bed as Jenny crawled up Megan’s body and led against Mitchell’s possible girlfriend, the two of them locking eyes before Jenny lowered her face, her lips brushing against Megan’s softly as she opened her mouth waiting for Jenny to press with more urgency but instead she teased Megan, pulling her mouth away each time before swooping back in, till Jenny smiled and moved her head down, her lips meeting Megan’s, mashing down hard causing Megan to sigh in delight and Mitchell’s cock to twitch back to life.

  “Here we go again,” thought Mitchell and scooted back up the bed to join the naked female twosome, making out as though teenagers discovering kissing for the first time.

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  Mitchell and Megan were sat quietly in reception, holding hands, their postures relaxed, and their facade struggling to be maintained.  Every time Mitchell looked at Jenny he could imagine running his hand up her cleft, between her wet pussy lips as she dove face-first into Megan’s oozing snatch, the sounds of her slobbering all over her cunt, her face wet with Megan’s juices as she waggles herself against his fingers, his cock straining in delight.

  Jenny looked up at the two of them, memories of her sat on their sofa, naked, as Megan opened up Jenny’s legs and smiled up at her, Jenny’s stomach fluttering as she knew what was coming next as Megan moved forward on her hands and knees and moved her mouth onto Jenny’s delicious twat.  Jenny watching as Megan moved her tongue inside her before twirling it round her clit and sucking the swollen protuberance into her mouth, as Jenny moved her face to see Mitchell’s swollen end bouncing excitedly in front of her like a dog wagging its tail.  Jenny closed her eyes as she recalled just moving her head forward and swallowing and sucking on the red knob in her mouth.

  Megan merely sat serenely.  Images of her being side-by-side with Jenny as she felt her lover’s tongue slide between her legs, her fingers gripping into her cheeks as she pressed her mouth firmly against her cleft, her face moving from side to side as she devoured her pussy, slobbering as the juices coated her mouth and chin, as Megan remembered how hard it was to concentrate on the delicate and delicious slit in front of her, the two of them probing each other with their tongues as the occasional involuntary twitch of the hips let the other person know they had hit a good spot.  They remained like this for ten minutes, their warm breasts pressing against the other persons stomach muscles, a delightful sensation in itself as they munched on each other, the wet sounds of their cunnilingus tempered every so often by a sigh, whimper or throaty groan as Mitchell  rubbed the length of his meat as he stood at the foot of the bed, licking his lips, eager to join the two of them and pleasure the two of them and himself.

  “Hi.  Come on in,” Dr Grant Grantham PhD stated from his office door, breaking all three from their private and intimate fantasies as they memory-fucked each other.  Megan and Mitchell got up and adjusted themselves before heading in with Jenny, uncrossing and recrossing her legs before slipping a hand down in between to savour the moment as the door closed and she had to try and focus on her work.

  “Please…sit,” Dr Grant Grantham stated as he made his way back around his desk to put a visible barrier between them and his patients.  Masking his up and coming erection once the fake couple started talking.  “Now, please…if you are ready to, can you tell me about your time in the sensory deprivation room?”

  Mitchell and Megan looked at each other anxiously as they remembered their time in the room and the sensations therein.  Even though they had experienced dogging and group sex the room had been a totally foreign experience, unlike anything they’d gone through so far.

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  Mitchell and Megan stood, nervously, together yet alone in the locker room, eying the storage containers with fear and suspicion as they considered just what they were about to step into.  Mitchell started the undressing process first, raising his eyebrows at Megan in a “what can you do?” way.

  Megan followed Mitchell’s lead, removing her outfit and placing it with his in a locker, the two of them taking just a beat to eye each other’s nakedness, Mitchell’s eyes detecting the giveaway perkiness of Megan’s nipples as she detected his increasingly bulging member.

  “I’m not sure about those,” Mitchell remarked as he moved his weight from foot-to-foot.

  “We can’t quit now.  We said we’d con him to get double our money back, and we have to follow the process for that,” Megan reminded him.  “It’s the long con”.

  Mitchell eyed Megan up and down for a moment.  In that split second he felt like saying“fuck the process, lets me and you just be boyfriend and girlfriend and sack this lark off”. It was the briefest of thoughts, but he worried that Megan didn’t like him enough to agree, that the money was her motivator, and the rejection would hurt.  It was this that kept his mouth shut as he walked from the locker room to the door.

  “Here goes nothing,” Mitchell smirked at Megan as they entered a darkened smaller room, barely fitting the two of them inside.  From the next room the beat of dance music pulsed through the walls, before the other door opened and they entered the room.

  Mitchell held Megan’s hand firmly as they progressed nervously forward.  The darkness meaning the two of them entered surreptitiously, sliding their feet forward, withdrawing if their skin met anyone else’s.  Mitchell reached out and his hand made contact with glutes, thrusting inside a hopefully willing partner, the speed and rhythm indicating whoever was doing the pumping they were clearly near the end of their sexual journey, it was then under the music that Mitchell heard their partner moaning and mouthing encouragement, competing with the pounding bass of the music.

  “FUCK, YEAH!  HARDER!  HARDER!  FUCKING DO ME!” the female voice cried out loudly as the glutes powered on, the unseen cock ploughing the person in front of them.  Mitchell moved his hand away and muttered a barely audible sorry, before moving further through the crowd, his hand still gripping Megan’s.

  Megan inched forward as much as she dared, trying hard to stay close to Mitchell, till two soft hands from behind moved over her hips and held fast at the tops of her thighs, either side of her pussy.  As the figure presses against her she could two breasts pressing into her back and a soft mound squashing her ass cheeks as a finger on the right hand drew down between her moist pussy lips.

  “Eurgh,” Megan moaned as she moved her head slowly back, the woman behind her responded to this by moving a finger inside her and pressing her mouth against her ear.

  “This your first time in here?” the mysterious nymph breathed into Megan’s ear as she swirled the finger, knuckle-deep, inside her, her palm pressing firmly against Megan’s clit as she nibbled on Megan’s earlobe.

  “Urgh, YES!” Megan shouted into the darkness so she could hear her, her arm now raised and tight as she held onto Mitchell’s hand, a mixture of nervous excitement and pure terror.  Before Megan had time to process the mix of emotions a new situation developed as two more boobs pressed into her own and a new set of soft hands began caressing Megan’s globes as the figure behind began moving her finger in and out of Megan’s pussy.

   “M-M-M-Mitchell…” Megan breathed timidly as she felt the new stranger’s nose rub against hers as her mouth breathed into Megan’s before pressing forward onto Megan’s lips, mashing together in a moist, blissful harmony as Megan felt herself getting wetter by the minute as the girl behind began nibbling the back of her neck, causing her to reach behind her and move her fingers between her legs, her digits proving her entrance and discovering her own mutual excitement in her sweaty fleshy cavern.

  “Hmmm, HMMMM!” Megan breathed in delight before the kisses went from open mouthed to full tongue, as Megan reached around the woman in front of her and pulled her body into hers, their boobs mushing together in a squishily, sexy way as Megan closed her eyes, even though in the darkness cocooning them, it was completely unnecessary.

  Mitchell felt his arm go tight like a dog walker suddenly finding the animal walked had stopped.  Cautiously he moved back, his left hand now moving up the length of Megan’s left arm as his hand held hers moving out from the shoulder down to her breasts and then meeting a larger rounder object in front.  Mitchell was just about to apologise before he felt this new woman’s hand reach down and gently grip his hardening shaft, moving her hand up and down his fleshy stick.

  “I…er…” Mitchell spoke, as he moved his hand around the woman, enjoying the feel of her rounded ass cheek in the total blackness as he tried to move his hand round the back of Megan only to find another woman there, her naked torso pressing fiercely into Megan’s back as Mitchell’s hand moved around to her backside, all four of them somehow melding together into one unified horny creature.

  The two women shuffled sideways, forcing Mitchell to move backwards till they collided with something solid and stumbled onto a sofa, the women keeping hold of Megan keeping as she fell whilst Mitchell tumbled with them but detached as he hit the fake leather surface (he imagined it made cleaning easier).

  The two faceless and shapeless females continued pleasuring Megan as she now moved her heavily-tongued kisses between them, wanting to taste more than saliva on there now, her fingers moving front and back into the tight slits either side of her as one of them pressed on her tiny hub, and the other slid their middle finger out of her, Megan’s breathing becoming ever more heavy with each touch received and given as both arms brushed against the naked boobs as she moved her hands.  She was in the strangest of heavens right now with her legs splayed in the darkness.

  Mitchell decided to get in on the action and moved to the side of the female to Megan’s left, letting his cock brush against her thigh, holding firm in case she brushed him away.  When she didn’t he let his left hand wander over her thighs, sliding towards her knee and making the return journey down the inner thigh, meeting Megan’s as she circled the unknown woman’s bean, and so inserted his finger into her snatch before moving his head down to take her left nipple into his mouth.

  “Ooh-ooh, okay,” she breathed as Mitchell’s breath on her nipple turned into his warm mouth on there, his tongue rotating around the rough yet sensitive skin.  Mitchell could feel her legs tremble from all her parts being pleasured at the same time.  The blackness surrounding them seemed to amplify every sensation as her grip found his cock again, firmly strolling her hand down his length, Mitchell assisting his cock’s journey by moving his hips to get the most out of her moves.

  The four of them remained locked like that, their hands and mouths seeking and receiving pleasure like some sort of sexual dominoes that had all fallen on top of each other and decided that mutual masturbation was the best way forward while they were down together, before the woman to the right moved between Megan’s legs, and the unknown woman tugged on Mitchell’s cock to get his fleshy love-stick between her thighs.

Mitchell slid between the woman’s legs as next to him another female pressed her face against Megan’s leaky snatch, feasting on the juices as she slid her tongue up through the lips and over her bean like she was licking a lolly with the flat of her tongue working wonders for Megan due to just how aroused she already was.  Meanwhile Mitchell positioned his cockhead at the silhouetted female’s gaping slit before an unexpected intrusion met his face.

    Around his mouth he could feel someone rubbing their knob against his lips.  Mitchell’s eyes went wide with shock and as he turned to chastise the person on the end of that tool, the end moved inside Mitchell’s mouth as he attempted to voice his disapproval.  Mitchell couldn’t believe it.  He was neither gay nor homophobic but he certainly didn’t want to suck someone unknown person’s dick.  Mitchell slapped it away and lurched forward, burying his rod in the unknown woman’s twat and taking her nipple in his mouth to get the taste away.

  Megan meanwhile was lost in her own pleasure as the woman’s tongue was sending rivulets of delight through her body as the darkness meant she was oblivious to the pain and pleasure that Mitchell was experiencing as rutted against the young woman whilst massaging both boobs and sucking on the left one, somewhat petrified of moving back up and getting another dick in his mouth.

  Mitchell grabbed her thighs and used them in a wheelbarrow-esque way to gain traction for his thrust as he used the sex to try and finish as quickly as possible and get out of there as the joy had quickly turned into a nightmare, her soft skin and warm flesh was intoxicating as he shifted position and moved his mouth to her right teat, sucking the crinkly yet sensitive skin into his mouth, all the while feeling on edge that someone was gonna grip his backside and try and rail him from behind.

  “Just finish, just cum, just finish, just cum,” Mitchell chanted as barely a whisper to himself as he slammed into the mystery woman’s pussy, wanting to finish, wanting to get out, wanting safety, as Megan next to him bit her finger as the hidden girl in front of her slipped a finger inside her as she suckled her nub into her mouth.  Megan had no idea who she was or what she looked like but she was sending her places she’d never been before, places she wanted to visit with Lara and Jenny and maybe the two of them together as she slid her own fingers through the nymph’s hair, holding her head in place next to her gash, gyrating against her mouth, yelling into the air between moans and sighs as her tongue and mouth in unison licked her pussy as if it was a gourmet frozen yoghurt.

  Mitchell finally felt his balls tingle and as he did he pulled out of the woman’s warm, wet self and came all over her stomach, causing her to cry out in shock as the warm, sticky mix splashed against her skin.  Mitchell kept low and crawled to the other side of Megan, moving his mouth to her ear.

  “I’ve got to get out of here,” he whispered, as loudly as he dared.

  “Huh, what why?” Megan asked back, her moment being somewhat interrupted by Mitchell’s concerns.

  “I’ll tell you later.  Just need to get out.  You coming?” Mitchell pressed, his panic and fear obvious from his voice and tone.

  “Er…yeah, yeah, sure,” Megan responded, disconnecting herself from her concealed lover as she and Mitchell headed for the infrared dot above the exit, and headed back out into the light.

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  “So, yeah.  That was it,” Megan concluded.  Mitchell and Megan just stared at Doctor Grant Grantham PhD, who remained still, legs crossed, fingers steepled together in front of him as just nodded silently, doing all he could to not whip his raging hard-on out and start masturbating furiously in front of them upon hearing that incredible sexual story.

  “Keep it together, Grant.  Keep it together,” Grant thought, before selecting his words carefully.

  “So, how did this make you feel, Megan?” Grant asked, knowing the answer before it was spoken.

  “Good…I guess,” Megan nodded at Mitchell and Grant.  The Doctor knew by his expression that Mitchell’s answer was gonna be anything but that, by his expression, the furrowed brow and perused lips giving everything away.

  “And you, Mitchell.  How did this make YOU feel?” Doctor Grant asked on his best voice of fake sincerity.

  “Well…not great to be honest,” Mitchell began, his eyes darting around the room.

  “Please…continue,” Grant pressed, giggling inside at the torment he was putting him through, delighting in the man’s obvious discomfort.

  “I guess…you know…the sex was good.  No denying that…but…you know…I almost wound up sucking some guy’s dick.  That’s not my thing,” Mitchell explained with Megan grabbing his hand and holding it protectively as he spoke, surprising Mitchell who looked round at her and smiled appreciatively.

   “Mmmm.  And have you addressed your latent homophobia before, Mitchell?” Doctor Grant asked, his insides almost giddy in delight at Mitchell’s torment.

  “What do you mean, homophobic?  I’m not homophobic,” Mitchell replied, defensively.  Megan gripping Mitchell’s agitated hand with both of hers now.  This angle of attack was proving fruitful for Grant and he started to continue along it.

  “It seems to me that the homophobia is a part of your natural hesitance to let yourself be vulnerable,” Doctor Grant vocalised, watching in glee as Mitchell flinched slightly.  The homophobia thing was bullshit of course, just a way to try and find a genuine sore point within his psyche.

  “I…I don’t know if that’s…” Mitchell started, before Megan spoke up.

  “You can be distant sometimes”.

  Mitchell turned to face Megan and stared at her as if she and Grant were ganging up on him.  At this point Grant decided to present the killer point, a path he loved going down with patients, a well-worn route he used to show his irritating male patients whom the alpha was in this doctor/patient scenario.  He found it increasingly difficult to mask the joy he felt inside every time he got to this moment, but the next eight words were the ones he always loved when he got to them.

  “Have the two of you heard of pegging?” Doctor Grant asked.  Mitchell shook his head, bewildered, but Megan nodded, fearfully for her other half.  Doctor Grant Grantham was going to enjoy explaining the next bit of “therapy”.

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  Doctor Grant Grantham PhD had his laptop open, his office door locked and his cock in his hand.  He was gripping his stiffness firmly as he watched the action on screen.  It was a video of him and his secretary on his marital bed.

  Grant’s eyes were fixated on the screen as he filmed his purple helmet press against his secretary’s ass.  This was his secret fetish.  He’d known this since he was in his teenage years and seen his first porn movie at a friend’s house.  Now he could act those out with abandon with both his wife and his mistress, both willing to let him fuck them there to keep on his good side.

  

  On-screen Grant was smearing his end with large amounts of lube, his hand sliding it along his shaft before adding it to his fingers and sticking it inside Jenny’s back passage, drawing a semi-pained, semi-pleasured moan from her as she quivered as Dr Grant Grantham eased one greased-up finger, then another inside her, before removing both and easing his cock into her.

  “Is that okay, Jenny?” Grant asked his secretary as she held her position on all fours in front of him whilst he methodically entered his engorged rod between her ass cheeks.

  “Uh-huh,” Jenny responded.  Like Grant cared if she was having a good time or not.  He eased his hips back so that only his bulbous end was inside, then pushed himself back in, building up a repetitive rhythm as her sphincter gripped his tool.

  “Play with your clit,” Grant instructed in the video as he now had momentum going.  He knew Jenny’s butt being wrapped around him like this would mean he wouldn’t last long.  Grant grabbed her hips as he sensed her move her hand back, moving it over her nub and rotating her hand over it as he slid up her lubed-up tube, grinning at the pleasure he was getting and the discomfort he was causing, mixed with a certain amount of immoral pleasure.  “You liking that now?”

  “Mmmm,” Jenny moaned as Grant upped the tempo, gripping her skinny hips as he watched her naked form tremble at every thrust, sense her fingers stimulating her bean as her breasts jiggered from each powerful move he was sending through her.  At this rate he’d…

  “Grant, what are you doing?  Why is the door locked?” Marjorie asked, interrupting his masturbation session.  Grant stuffed his member back inside his pants and slammed his laptop shut, before standing up in a fury.

  “I’M WORKING, DAMMIT!” Grant barked at his loyal and faithful wife, before heading for the door and opening it, his sense of rage unconcealable. “WHAT?”

  “Your agent, Lorimer Forsythe is here to see you!” Marjorie intoned back, the venom in her voice, obvious and deliberate.  Grant brushed it aside as opened the door and headed out.  He had no idea what it was that Lorimer wanted that couldn’t have been done with either a phone call or an email, but Dr Grant Grantham PhD knew that his flamboyant agent dislike to make house calls when he had good news.  Grant made his way to the front room, only for his balding, ginger agent to open his arms wide before exhaling…

  “DOCTOR GRANT GRANTHAM PHD, MY FAVOURITE CLIENT!” before reaching around Grant to give him a huge bear hug.

  “You say that to all your clients, Lorimer,” Grant reminded him.

  “Yeah, but in your case…I mean it,” Lorimer replied, before slapping Grant heartily on the back.  “COME!  We have much to discuss!”

  And the two men entered the front room, Grant wondering what good news Lorimer had and completely oblivious to the fact that his laptop was only closed and not shut down.

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  Mitchell and Megan looked at the strap-on which was around Megan’s waist with trepidation.  What the Hell was this meant to prove?  The aim of this seemed dubious at best, downright problematic at worst.  For Mitchell to open up emotionally to Megan he had to be physically opened up by her?  Megan was dubious about the idea and Mitchell was feeling considerably perturbed.

  “So…how shall we…” Megan began, unsure of how to proceed.

  “Well, I guess you’ll have to…you know…lube me up…” Mitchell replied, as politely as he could.

  “Have you…” Megan continued, unsure how to broach the concerns she held about the sanitariness of Mitchell’s most private part.

  “As well as I could have, in the shower earlier,” Mitchell explained, becoming suddenly aware that he was managing to finish Megan’s queries, before she got there.  Did that have some meaning?  He didn’t know, and right now he wasn’t for caring.  He bent over tried to relax as much as he was able.  “You might want to wear gloves though.  There are…”

  “Some on the side.  Yeah, I noticed.  Thank you,” Megan responded, gratuitously, sliding the clinical, polyurethane, blue gloves on her fingers before dipping two into cold tub of lube, easing it down both fingers to try and warm it up.  Megan looked over at Mitchell bent over on all fours in a very vulnerable position, feeling sympathy and yet smugness at the same time.

  “Now you get how we feel,” Megan thought before she placed a hand on Mitchell’s back that made him start , before she pressed an icy lubed up finger next to his star, feeling him tense as she did so.

  “Tensing’s only gonna make this worse,” Megan pointed out.  She felt Mitchell relax a little, but still not in a sufficient way.  She searched for the right thing to say to make things easier.

  “Just think of the money”.

  With that Mitchell took a deep yoga-type breath in and then loosened himself up as he let his sphincter unclench enough for Megan to get a finger worked inside, back and forth to a point where he was relatively loose.

  “How’s that?” Megan queried as she probed him with her finger.

  “Uh-huh,” was all Mitchell could muster as a response as she then switched to two fingers with more difficulty.

  “Try and relax,” Megan coaxed to try and get him to loosen up some more.  It worked as he managed to relax his general posture so he was no longer as tense all over his body as Megan eased the two fingers in and out of Mitchell’s behind.

  “Think of the money, think of the money, think of the money,” Mitchell whispered as the fingers worked in and out of him with a little more fervour.  Mitchell had his eyes closed in acceptance rather than enjoyment as Megan’s plastic covered fingers plopped out of him.  He knew what was coming next.  Mitchell wanted to tell her to wait, but that would just make it worse, the best thing to do was get on with it.

  Megan scooted onto the bed and moved behind Mitchell, placing the heavily-lubed, skinny plastic device against his back passage.  They’d opted for the smallest and slimmest one they could and ordered it online, same-day delivery.  The two of them speculated earlier the jokes at the Amazoko depot about this being an urgent purchase seemed less funny now.

  Megan slipped the plastic device inside Mitchell’s anus, the device being enveloped by Mitchell’s unwilling skin.  She held position like that for a minute before scootering forward a centimetre more, allowing the plastic phallus to continue its unwanted journey into Mitchell’s bowels.

  “How we doing, Mitch?” Megan asked as she remained motionless in a position she was wholly unfamiliar with.

  “Somehow, it’s worse when you’re just still like that,” Mitchell advised, feeling only discomfort.

  “Okay, I’ll try moving in and out then,” Megan continued, to try and cheer him up, churning her hips forward and back as she tried to be as gentle as possible.  “How’s this?” she asked as she began to fuck Mitchell as softly as she could up the arse.

  “Well…I think you’ve cured my latent homophobia,” Mitchell remarked with a cheery tone to his voice which lifted Megan’s spirits as she was worried he’d hate her for this.

  “Really?” Megan queried as she continued to move the plastic phallus in and out of Mitchell’s back passage.

  “OF COURSE FUCKING NOT!” Mitchell barked back to her, an angry laugh in his voice.  “Now GET that FUCKING thing out of me!” he continued.  Megan eased the still erect implement out of Mitchell who slumped down on the bed, showing not even a small amount of enjoyment at the exercise.  Megan decided to try and chart him up.

  “That’s why it’s funny, what you said.  Because this IS a fucking thing,” Megan chuckled, unable to hold in her laugh.  Mitchell turned and looked at her, her dark locks bouncing, just like her natural full boobs, as she laughed at His predicament.  “I’m…I’m sorry, but what you said, it was funny”.

  Mitchell growled, anomalistically, and pulled Megan onto the bed, whilst still growling angrily, as he yanked on the straps around her waist and tossed it across the room with an almighty clatter.  Megan was starting to feel fearful as Mitchell still growled at her.

  “Fucking thing?  FUCKING THING?!  I’ll show YOU a FUCKING thing!” Mitchell yelled as he held Megan’s legs wide apart, his teeth showing as the growl changed into more of a throaty bellow.

  “Wait, please…please don’t…” Megan begged as Mitchell tumbled forward and held himself just above her body, his girth pressing gently against her quim.

  “…Would you LIKE that?” Mitchell whispered, his face inches from Megan’s a grin on his face as he fully hardened himself for entry.

  “Yes, please,” Megan replied, inviting him inside as Mitchell lurched forward and their bodies became one.

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  Mitchell and Megan had elected to spend an afternoon with their favourite couple, Bryn and Lara, quietly hoping the four of them would get some ‘alone’ time.  However it was not to be as they had three other people with them this afternoon.  Another couple that Bryn and Lara had met in the waiting room, Keri and Connor, an attractive, well-to-do couple in their mid-thirties having some difficulties, both athletic, him with a short dark haircut and hers being only slightly longer but a similar colour, and their best friend, Joel, a somewhat lumbering but sweet guy, who’d asked if he could tag along, somewhat unexpectedly.

  The seven of them had spent the day chilling out back, drinking wine and getting steadily more chilled, with the conversation turning from mildly flirtatious, to far more flirtatious to downright filthy, till they all decided to head back inside and play one of their naughty card games.

  Lara and Bryn asked Keri and Connor to go first and the first card was describe their favourite position and demonstrate if possible.  Keri took the initiative and got on all fours and had Connor simulate sex with her whilst both were fully clothed, with Connor going from gripping her hips and slamming his groin against her to slapping her arse cheeks in between thrusts, whilst they both grunted moaned and yelled dirtily and enthusiastically at each other, before calmly sitting back down, but not before sharing a knowing look between themselves and Mitchell and Megan.

  “Wooh!  That was hot!” Joel exclaimed, pulling on his collar to indicate just how steamy he thought the action was.

  “Glad we’re keeping you entertained, mate,” Connor quipped back, getting laughs from everyone.

  When Lara picked the next card and read she had to reveal the amount of lovers she’d had or remove her dress Joel chuckled.  “Can’t wait to hear how many this is”.

  Lara looked around at her hubby before standing up and removing her dress, revealing a matching pair of red underwear beneath her outfit.   Joel’s eyes nearly fell out of his head as he looked from Mitchell and Megan to Connor and Keri to see if either of those couples were shocked, and while they both played the game of acting nonchalant and unfazed by Lara’s strip, inside they were doing emotional and sexual backflips.

  When Mitchell and Megan were faced with the task of kissing the people they found the most attractive other than their spouses and to reveal an item of their clothing, Joel’s eyes bulged so far it looked like he was on Mars at the end of TOTAL RECALL.  Mitchell approached Keri, apologising for the intrusion before she welcomed him, the two of them kissing deeply with Keri grabbing his length from underneath his trousers and Mitchell massaging her boobs, before pulling his shirt over his head abd she removed her dress, revealing a lacy set of black underwear that Joel attempted not to stare at.

  “Who are you gonna pick, Megan?” Lara asked suggestively, clearly hoping she would be the target, as all the men seemed to straighten in their seats, becoming a little more upright and erect, before Megan crawled on all fours over to Keri and, with her hands either side of her face, ground her pussy against her waist like an experienced belly dancer as they kissed passionately, their hands in each others hair as they left their mouths open so everyone could see their tongues jousting in front of them, Megan eventually moving her hands down between Keri’s thighs as she opened her dress and mailed her mushy tits.

  As they broke apart, Megan stood and let her dress fall to the floor, whereas Keri

Remained seated and in a move that surprised everyone, removed her delicate black knickers to reveal her dark landing strip atop her moist slit.

  All three couples now were continuing with their nonchalance as Joel’s eyes flicked between all three women whilst he tried hard to make it look he wasn’t staring at any of them.

  After this things only get heavier with each person getting steadily more naked till all seven of them were cavorting together in Bryn and Lara’s front room with Eventually Mitchell and Joel spit-roasting Keri, as she has Mitchell ploughing into her from behind whilst sucking on Joel’s prick.

  “Ugh, God.  You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Keri confessed, as naked Joel looked down and smiled at his best friend’s wife before she continued to deep throat him, as Mitchell made Keri’s cheeks ripple as he pummelled her snatch, gripping her hips, controlling his moves into this total stranger only a few hours prior.

  Mitchell looked over to what Megan was up to and grinned as his dick slicked inside Keri’s juicy love-box.  Megan and Lara were facing each other kissing, their fingers over each other’s mounds as the boobs jiggled joyfully from the fucking they were each receiving from Bryn and Connor.

  Bryn was behind Megan, slamming his hips and his pole inside her as he gripped her waist, his shaved head shiny in sweat as he gritted his teeth from the exertions as the sloppy noise of their vigorous actions echoing around the room along with the pleasured moans of Megan and Lara.  Behind Lara Connor rammed his staff into her, her legs wobbling from every movement as Connor grunted in fury as he ploughed into her, the four of them locked together, just like Mitchell, Keri and Joel, the seven of them fucking in abandon whilst watching each other simultaneously, each of them knowing that whoever came first world trigger everyone else’s response…obviously, it was always gonna be the newbie.

  “Oh fuck, Keri.  You carry on like that and you’re gonna make me cum,” Joel confessed, as Keri took his fleshy rod from between her lips and started jerking him off in front of her open mouth, eventually causing him to bust his load all over her face, the white, semi-translucent gunk, getting caught up on her cheeks, her hair, in her mouth, before it stopped pulsing and so she began sucking on it again.

  Seeing his best friend cum from getting a blow-job from his wife set-off Connor who stiffened as he shot his load into Lara, cream pie-ing the woman who’d become one of their swinging partners, as both Lara and Megan started to build to their crescendo, their eyes locked together as their orgasms built in each of them, both trying to get the other off as quickly as possible, not out of competitiveness, but out of affection for each other.  Lara cracked first as Megan moved her hand softer and yet more quickly, catching Lara in that delicious sweet spot for stimulating her nub, her legs involuntarily pressing together slightly to try and get Megan to hold back, but opened enough still for her hand to move and finish her off.

  “Oh shit, Megan.  I fucking LOVE having you over,” Lara sighed as Megan’s fingers became even quicker.

  “And I love FUCKING you while I’m over,” Megan chided back as Lara’s fingers moved slower and pressed firmer, just the way Megan liked it.  Lara fixed her gaze on Megan as her lip trembled, she loved bringing her off, the way her eyes rolled back in their sockets, triggering her head to loll back in delight as she’d cum on her fingers, her nips pointing out like bullets from her perfect titties, and right now she was practically there.

  “HO FUCK, LARA!  OH FUDGE!” Megan cried, her back arching as Bryn grabbed onto her flapping boobs as he kept smashing his pole inside her, her body tightening around as she came like a train thanks to his wife’s busy fingers till it became more than he could take, his cock bursting forth, flooding Megan’s insides with his cum as he rocked back himself, spent, leaving only Keri and Mitchell now going.

  “Cum inside me, Mitchell.  I want to feel you spurt into me,” Keri grinned as Mitchell felt his staff becoming ever more sensitive and his mixture moving down as he rammed into Keri’s fabulous cunt, her short hair hardly moving as he gripped her shoulders holding her in place.  Everyone around the two of them were breathing in a relaxed manner, their own bodies winding down from the exertions as they watched Keri and Mitchell getting lost in their fucking till eventually Mitchell could hold it in no longer.

  “That’s it, THAT’S IT.  Take it, Keri.  Take it all,” Mitchell breathed as he stopped moving and held her solid next to him, his prick screaming its hot liquid into her, Keri gurgling in delight at the feel of it, as they both collapsed to the ground.

  “Well I don’t know about you guys…” Mitchell began.  “But, I think Keri won that game,” he concluded, causing everyone to laugh and applaud the young woman

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  “Well…that was fun,” Keri pointed out as they were all led there naked in a state of semi-arousal.

  

  “It sure helps de-stress,” Mitchell jested as everyone smiled in response.

  “Is this what you guys were doing when you said you were doing yoga?” Joel asked as he pawed at his dick, trying to wake it for round two.

  “Sometimes.  Sometimes we DO

just do yoga as well,” Lara advised with a dainty hand gesture, indicating their yoga stretches.

  “Really?” Joel queried incredulously, his own hands gesturing at all the naked flesh in front of him.

  “No.  Not really.  It’s mainly fucking,” Megan answered, all three women giggling at that comment as Keri, Megan and Lara all nodded, with the men finally having it confirmed what their other halves were doing in their “yoga” sessions.  “Lara certainly likes using her strap-on in those sessions”.

  “Always thought you guys sweated way too much for yoga,” Bryn quipped, stroking his wife’s hair.

  “Makes sense.  Thought you were walking funny earlier,” Joel joked to Bryn.  Most people laughed at that except Bryn and Lara.  Mitchell and Megan ceased chuckling immediately as they observed Lara grabbing Bryn’s hand and squeezing, with Keri and Connor picking up on this as well.

  It was clear Bryn was sore from that comment, and as he shifted uneasily it almost appeared that his pain was more than metaphorical.  Megan looked at Lara and raised her eyebrows quizzically and she shook her head as if to try and stop the conversation but Megan was having none of it.

  “Lara, can I trouble you outside for a mo,” Megan probed, only for Lara to shake her head more before Megan got up and pointed to the kitchen.  The two women coming to some agreement and swiftly darting to the heart of the house.

  “What was that about?” Joel asked, unknowing, but Mitchell looked at Bryn and he back at Mitchell and some understanding passed between them, with a glance at Keri and Connor further cementing their understanding.

  “Just…er…stay here a minute,” Keri instructed Joel as the four others remaining all got up and followed after Lara and Megan.

  “It’s not like I can go anywhere else,” Joel joked, before pulling on his semi-stiffy a few more times.

  The kitchen was quickly full of naked people but the mood was somewhat sombre.  Bryn and Mitchell glanced between Lara and Megan and it was obvious what they’d been talking about.

  “It’s not just you, honey,” Lara said to Bryn.  Bryn glanced at Mitchell who immediately understood and nodded once.

  “I…I can’t…why?” Bryn muttered, trying to comprehend what they’d purpose was to humiliate him like that.

  “Believe me, I’ll be sure to ask him next time I see him,” Mitchell informed his friend.

  “Are you guys talking about what I THINK you’re talking about?” Keri asked, grabbing her other half’s hand as she did so.

  “You guys, TOO?” Lara clarified as they both nodded.  All the men looked thoroughly defeated, knowing they’d all been pegged by this pathetic individual, seemingly for his own perverse amusement.

  “That’s it.  I’m going to his office now!” Mitchell stated, heading to the door.

  “He won’t be there.  It’s Sunday, remember?” Megan informed him, stopping him where he stood.  “You should go tomorrow, at the end of the day, when he’s no patients,” Megan offered as a solution.  Mitchell nodded and walked back over to the kitchen table as all six of them started to talk to try and work out a plan of action for the next day.

  

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  “Is he in?” Mitchell asked, as he and Megan marched forcefully up to Jenny who was sat with a puzzled but worried expression on her face.

  “Is he in?  Why do you need an appointment?” Jenny asked, opening up her files to get Doctor Grant Grantham’s (PhD) schedule on-screen.

  “I don’t want an appointment I want answers!” barked Mitchell, his rage exploding within his chest as he stood in front of Jenny.  She’d dealt with angry patients before now, but she never had such a personal connection to them before. 

  “He’s…yes,” Jenny admitted.  Mitchell and Megan stomped over to Dr Grant’s door.

  “Wait!” Megan stated, causing Mitchell to turn and stare at her in surprise.  “He might have patients in there,” she explained.  Mitchell pulled a face and knocked hard on the door.

  “Enter,” Doctor Grant intoned from behind the door.  He’d quickly shoved his tool back into his pants after he heard Mitchell shouting from the reception area.  Mitchell stormed in with Megan powering into the office behind him.  Doctor Grant steepled his fingers to make sure they couldn’t detect them shaking.  “How can I help you?”

  “Is this just a game to you?” Mitchell demanded, as he placed his fists against the Doctor’s desk.

  “Is what a game?” Doctor Grant responded, unsure as to what he’d been found out about at this point in his varied shenanigans.  Best not to admit to anything in case he admitted to the wrong thing.

  “You know what.  The pegging was something you’ve been getting all your patients to do,” Megan clarified, as she stepped forward besides Mitchell, showing the Doctor what a team they were.

  

  “Aaaaaah,” Doctor Grant thought, although he showed no outward sign of acknowledgment, keeping his face as emotionless as Data’s in the Next Generation.

  “I can assure you, not all of my patients have been instructed to do this.  It is something I recommend for those with severe trust issues only,” Doctor Grant stated, calmly as he kept his fingers firmly pressed together.

  “Well, we’ve had it!  We want our money back, and if we don’t get it…” Mitchell began before the bad Doctor cut his words off from under him.

  “You’ll do what?!” Doctor Grant spat.  “Nothing is what you’ll do and you know why?  Because I can make your lives Hell.  I have hours and hours of footage of the two of you fucking and carrying out all sorts of perverted shit…it would be a shame if there was a hack and they were…leaked,” Doctor Grant explained, his fingers now pressed together in rage at being threatened on his own office.

  “Those videos weren’t for therapy at all…they were for blackmail,” Megan breathed, the words tumbling out of her in surprise.  She was shocked that neither her nor Mitchell had worked out that they were the ones being scammed by the Doctor, providing him with the tools to hold them hostage and preventing them from ever asking for their money back.

  

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.  I’m NOT blackmailing anyone,” bluffed Doctor Grant.  He was not about to give away that these videos were also for his own personal enjoyment, but they didn’t know that.  “Now unless you have anything else you want to discuss I suggest you get out and don’t come back!”

  Mitchell was furious.  He had planned his scam perfectly only to be beaten by a better scammer.  He knew there was something he never liked about Doctor Grant Grantham PhD but he could never figure it out…until now.  Part of him still wanted to smack the smug off Doctor Grant, to trash his office, to smash his computer but that would do little good.  All of the videos of himself and Megan was no doubt stored on the cloud.  All he could bring himself to do was point at the Doctor and glower before heading for the door, however when he reached it he realised that Megan was still standing at the desk, staring at the Doctor.  Mitchell was about to call her over before she spoke and prevented that.

  “This is NOT over,” Megan spoke, calmly, exactly, precisely.  The words chilled Doctor Grant who felt like saying something mocking about how scared he was but thought best not to because he was scared.  He found himself somewhat petrified of her, but he didn’t want to show it.  Instead he conjured up the best and flattest response he could.

  “You know your way out,” Doctor Grant replied as calmly as he was able, his eyes staying on Megan as she calmly walked back to Mitchell and the two of them headed outside.  As soon as the door clicked shut Doctor Grant drew his head back and let out an enormous sigh of relief.

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  “How could you be part of this?” Megan asked Jenny, who stared back at Megan with a puzzled look on her face.

  “Part of what?” Jenny asked.  She was not about to open her mouth and give herself away, she was smarter than that, but right now she was confused about which bit she was supposed to be part of.  Megan started to tear up as she gazed back at her friend and sometimes lover.  She couldn’t believe she’d trusted her to be betrayed like this.  Megan turned to leave and Mitchell without a glance back headed out with her.

  Jenny stared transfixed at where they’d stood wondering just what she should do before she darted out of her chair and jogged after the two of them.

  “WAIT!  WAIT!” yelled Jenny, as her two newest, yet closest friends stopped and glared at her in betrayal.  “Part of what?  I don’t know what you’re talking about”.

  “Doctor Grant’s anal obsession?” Megan replied, accusatorially.  Jenny’s expression faded as she worried it was her anal sex with the Doctor.  “How he’s forcing his male patients to be sodomised by their partners with strap-on dildo’s,” Megan concluded, allaying Jenny’s fears but causing her eyes to go as wide as satellite dishes.

  “He’s WHAT?” Jenny asked again, barely believing, but at the same time, thoroughly believing everything they were saying.  “Honestly, I had no idea.  You’re my friends, I’d never supporting him hurting you, you’ve got to believe me”.

  “Prove it!” Mitchell stated, doing so in a way that sounded more like an order.

  “Okay, fine.  How?” Jenny challenged, her arms crossed, defiantly.

  “Er…good question,” Mitchell replied, running out of steam at the wrong point.

  “There’s a meeting tonight at Lara and Bryn’s.  Can you get us the names of anyone else he’s done this too…please?” Megan pleaded with Jenny starting to nod even before the request was made.

  “I swear to you, you can count on me,” Jenny responded, her lips taut at the end, knowing that she was not only standing against her boss, but with her friends.

  “The meetings at 9.  Please do all you can, but be careful,” Megan remarked, before giving Jenny a huge bear-hug, catching the younger woman off guard, before she hugged Megan back.

  “You can count on me, I’ll be there.  And don’t worry about the info.  I’ll find a way to get it to you,” Jenny promised, before letting Megan go and marching back into the office with a renewed sense of purpose.

  

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  Marjorie was led on the bed, her favourite white, silk negiligee clinging to her curves, her hair cascading across the pillows like raging rapids as she plunged her favourite toy in and out of her snatch.  She’d taken the day off work due to a migraine, but the ache wasn’t in her head but between her legs.  Marjorie gyrated steadily against the battery-powered people-pleaser she was moving in and out of her sopping snatch as she held her eyes tightly closed and let her imagination soar towards her favourite fantasy.

  Marjorie was approaching Jenny, her husband’s slutty secretary who looked like she was always ready to be bent over and fucked.

  “Is Grant in?” Marjorie asked.

  “No.  He’s gone to a meeting with some TV execs,” Jenny advised, not looking Marjorie’s way but moving her hair behind her ear.  A sure sign she liked her.  Marjorie moved behind Jenny and slipped her hand on her shoulders.

  “You’re so tense,” Marjorie noted as Jenny let out a sigh.  “I’ll give you a rub, I’m very good, but first, make me a coffee”.

Marjorie stepped back and watched as Jenny pushed her seat back to carry out her instructions but as soon as she did, Marjorie pounced, pulling Jenny’s body to her and moving her mouth on hers as she gripped the back of her head with her other hand, her tongue moving out, forcing its way into Jenny’s mouth as she moaned in surprise at the shock seduction.

  “Mmmmph!” Jenny exclaimed in surprise as Marjorie gripped her tightly at the back and head and pressed herself against her, at first her body was rigid in shock before she relaxed and allowed herself to become pliant on Marjorie’s firm grasp, her body becoming limp as Marjorie forced her back onto her desk, flinging anything in her way off there.

  “What’s Grant going to say about that?”

Jenny asked, before biting her lip seductively.

  “Fuck him,” Marjorie growled as the plastic device ground and twirled inside her.  “Fuck him!”

  Marjorie grabbed onto Jenny’s skirt, placed her fingers under it and her lace panties and yanked them forcefully over her hips and down her legs, leaving her bottomless with only her white blouse on.  Jenny looked up at Marjorie and started unbuttoning her top in response.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Marjorie breathed as the vibrations echoed upward through her internal walls and onto her clit.  Often she found her clit got SO sensitive she couldn’t even place a toy directly on it, so she needed to have it either inside or off-centre, and right now, inside was doing the job, twisting away in her girly place, cascading waves of delight upwards through her.

  Marjorie unbuttoned her own dress from the front, revealing her favourite pink bra and knickers set before she spread the slender assistant’s thighs and moved her face between them, inhaling the delicious odour from the young girl’s oozing twat.  Marjorie licked her lips as the moisture caught the light, the little succulent drops seeming to draw her mouth ever closer till…

  “HO!  OH!  Ooooooh!” Jenny purred as she moved a hand through her hair in joyful surprise at the feeling of Marjorie’s mouth on her cunt, the tongue moving up through her lower lips, causing her legs to first weaken then stiffen in delight as she moved her hips up to receive Marjorie’s mouth better.

  Marjorie moved Jenny’s legs further apart then moved them either side of her mound and stretched her pussy out further.  It was only a slender line, even spread, but Marjorie knew it would enhance her tongue work as she moved up through the folds and spun the tip around her bean.

  “Oh God, yeah,” Marjorie breathed as she too two fingers either side of her nub and pushed them further back, making them even more sensitive as she replayed her favourite fantasy she’d never told anyone else about.

  Marjorie stepped back and unfastened her bra and stepped out of the panties that always made her feel her most womanly.  She walked around the table to the end where Jenny’s face was stationed and placed one knee on the exposed flat and moved onto the table above Jenny’s body, inching her pussy down towards her face till it was hovering just above it, inviting the younger woman to move her mouth ever closer, and closer, so Jenny could feel the aroma of her quim filling her nostrils,intoxicating her, making her want to stick her tongue out and taste what was in front of her, till that desire became compulsion and she moved her face ever closer to Marjorie’s sloppy pussy till…

  “Oh God, Jenny.  That’s it!  Fucking taste it, Jenny!” Marjorie spat in clenched teeth as the tingling started to build to a throbbing crescendo.  Marjorie’s upper class hang-ups to sex always meant she had to virtually work through her issues just to achieve orgasm, but eyes closed, on her bed, fantasising about a woman whom she had the coldest and most formal of relationships was her go to in order to beat her repressions.  Marjorie had liked Jenny since she’d met her but knew she had to remain frosty with her, but there was nothing more she wanted, deep inside her subconscious, to bury her face in Jenny’s cunt as she pleasured Marjorie back with her tongue and mouth.

  Marjorie could see the image of the two of them on the desk, the wet sounds of tongues and mouths and lips and lips combining and moving against each other, sighing turning to moaning, turning to fingers, turning to probing as hips moved ever upward to try to attain more pleasure until…until…

  “OH FUCKING YES!” Marjorie screamed.  Most of the time these days this was how she orgasmed, alone, plastic-fantastic (the name she gave her favourite toy) moving inside her.  Marjorie moved the device out of her and let it fall to the bed, still buzzing and gyrating on it as her nether regions became overwhelmed with sensation, her breath now laboured as she’d run a marathon with her own desires.

  Marjorie reached down and switched off her always-enthusiastic, automatic partner and began to head for the shower to wash her guilt away, before she realised she was hungry, or thirsty…or both, and headed down to the kitchen.  As she headed down the stairs she glimpsed at the expensively framed portraits of her and her husband.  In all the pictures Marjorie was grinning merrily whilst Grant had a stock TV smile which never reached his eyes.

  She’d always noticed that about the pictures but considering how he was being with her compared to how he was with his agent previously, that smile now seemed troubling.  Grant’s mood had not improved even when Lorimer advised him he was wanted for a new show.  He was still being a prick.

“I’M WORKING,” he’d screamed.  Working on what?  Marjorie’s eyes moved to Grant’s office door.  Yes, Grant always locked it, but, as with every room in the house she had a spare key.

  “No good can come of this,” Marjorie’s internal angel on her shoulder remarked.  Marjorie however still had enough remnants of the devil with her after her session and so she went to the utility drawer in the kitchen and, after a few minutes fishing around, found what she was looking for…a shiny, slender key.  For a beat she stared at the metal nestling dangerously on her palm, before gripping it and heading to his door.

  She gave the barely used item a few pulls and turns before it made the connection and CLUNKED the latch back.

  “It’s an older code, sir, but it checks out,” Marjorie whispered to herself.  She was one of those people who “knew things” but would never make out she “knew things” in order to seem cool.  There on Grant’s desk was his laptop.  Had he switched everything down or was there evidence of his “I’M WORKING” on it?  Only one way to find out.

  Marjorie sat down at Grant’s desk and opened up the top of the range device.  She bought it, as she bought everything to help her husband.  The password screen displayed, indicating that it had been left on and just switched to screen lock mode.  This was somewhat problematic but not entirely.  Most devices only let you do three tries at a time but thankfully her hubby used the same passwords for everything.  Marjorie typed…

ClobberHog

Password incorrect

  “Nuts,” thought Marjorie.  She altered her tack and tried again.

ClobberHog1

Welcome Grant.

  “Yes!” Marjorie cheered internally.  That was easy enough.  The screen changed and she was confronted by a paused video shot of what Grant had previously been watching whilst he screamed “I’M WORKING!”

  “Working?  Wanking was what he was doing!” Marjorie thought as she tried to comprehend the still scene in front of her.  It was a guy, buried hip deep in some young woman’s ass.  It was then she noticed it and her stomach flipped inside her as if her cruise liner had just hit a significant wave.

  On the man’s thumb as a mole, large enough to be noticeable on a video like this, just beneath the nail.  The guy whose cock was buried in some woman’s ass was Grant, her husband.  Her lip trembled in betrayal but she sucked her pain back in.  In life she’d been taught to be better than this.  She needed to send this file to herself and start divorce proceedings, obviously.  The pre-nup she’d had Grant would kick in and she’d be left with all the money and houses due to his infidelity, all she had to do was send the video to herself, there was no reason to press on play on this video…absolutely no reason she could think of.

  She pressed play.

  “You love it up the ass don’t you, you dirty botch?” Grant asked as he was now thrusting so hard the girls cheeks rippled from each movement inside.  Instinctively Marjorie crossed her legs and her hand went over her mound, partly in protection, partly in arousal.

  “Y…y…yes,” the gentle voice came back.  Marjorie could see the young woman was playing with her bean from the movement of her arm.  The voice seemed…it couldn’t be…no.

  “Say you love it up the ass!” Grant raged as he moved one hand onto her shoulders pulling her back against his stiffy as it ploughed her most private place.

  “I…I love it…up the ass,” Jenny whimpered.  By the time Jenny had replied the second time she didn’t even need to hear her voice.  She could tell it was her from the bobbed haircut as the two of them rutted on…her bed?  HER bed?!  This depravity had happened in HER house?  Forget divorce…this had gone way beyond that as Marjorie didn’t just need closure, she needed revenge and, as she heard Grant grunt and watched as he came in Jenny’s arse, then filmed his ooze dripping out of her, Marjorie knew exactly what she wanted to do…but she couldn’t do it alone, and as she watched Jenny slump down on the duvet cover her parents bought her as a wedding present…she knew exactly who she’d use to help her.

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  There was a relative buzz throughout Bryn and Lara’s living room as the five of twenty-three couples, victims of Doctor Grant Grantham PhD’s pegging fixation, had gathered to discuss a plan of action to bring him down.

  The fury that followed the realisation that the men had been had by Doctor Grant was significant, but not significant enough for certain people to want to come forward.  Male sexual assault, like any other, was no laughing matter, but the fact that this was so organised and, because they seemed to willingly engage in this, meant that just over a fifth of the known couples affected did not want to press things further, happy to just leave therapy and consider it an irritating loss overall.

  The three couples who’d met previously had been joined by Franco and Frida and Glen and Nina.  They’d all been exposed to the “latent-homophobia treatment” for virtually no known reason.  Franco was a swarthy, rugged Italian for whom the latent homophobia smear was even more galling as his brother was gay.  Frida matched Franco in terms of looks with long, black, straight hair and an hour glass shape.

  By comparison Glen and Nina were surprising in their normality.  They were a couple of forty something individuals who were slightly overweight, somewhat normal looking compared to the others gathered.  They seemed like a couple less drawn to sexual deviancy and more likely to be holding cake fairs at the local church with him balding and a couple of stone overweight and Nina still holding onto baby weight that never shifted.  However as Mitchell and Megan chatted with them it became obvious they were good people and their charm just drew people to them.

  “I think they’re the kind of people you’re laughing so much with, you forget when it was you all became naked,” Mitchell joked to Megan afterward.

  “But we’d have a fun evening after though,” Megan quipped back with a raised eyebrow.  It was then that Bryn tapped on his glass and once everyone had stopped talking looked at his wife to speak.

  “First of all, thank you all for coming.  As you all know we are here to work out what to do about the sadistic Doctor Grant Grantham PhD,” Lara started strongly, a ripple of agreeing voices echoing through those gathered.

  “We all love our other halves and what Grant is doing is blatantly wrong,” Lara continued, to stronger voices this time, shouting agreement, passionately, into the group as their sense of outrage became more palpable.

  “But, he has incriminating data on all of us, data we probably agreed to give him as part of the small print on the forms we signed,” Franco shouted, pointing out what everyone knew and feared.  If they tried to act, chances were that Doctor Grant would retaliate and ruin their lives.

  “Look, we do find ourselves in a tricky spot, but the best way for us to get through this is together,” Bryn pointed out, taking some of the flak and worry away from his wife.  “We now know what Doctor Grant’s angle is thanks to Mitchell and Megan”.

  Everyone else turned to face the two of them with a mixture of gratitude and suspicion, the two of them could feel the unsettling hostility in the gazes towards them.

  “How did they find out?” Franco asked, his suspicions melding with his fears over what could occur, causing more suspicious looks on the two of them.

  “It’s…a long story,” Megan offered as an excuse that neither Franco or Frida or Glen or Nina were buying.

  “We found out because some of us have become…closer over the last few months,” Lara explained, with a variety of suggestive facial expressions and hand gestures.

  “You’re…swingers?” Nina checked, disbelieving that such a thing could be the case.

  “Yes.  Yes we are,” Bryn clarified.  “And we are because a certain Doctor prescribed this as therapy.  Look, raise your hand if your “treatment” by this perverted whack job was to perform a variety of sexual perversions?”

  Everyone in the room looked around then raised a hand, slowly, sheepishly, embarrassed.  Mitchell and Megan wondered just what mucky filth Doctor Grant Grantham PhD had them doing.

  “We’ve all had to do things, things we didn’t want to do, some of which we may even have enjoyed, but that’s not an excuse,” Bryn offered as a balm to the other four couples in the room.   “But if we are honest with each other I KNOW we can all beat him”.

  Mitchell and Megan squirmed in the spot hearing Bryn’s words.  Their entire play had been dishonesty with Grant, with Jenny, with Keri and Connor and of course, Lara and Bryn.  Megan and Mitchell were feeling like the murderer in the telltale heart, hearing it beat beneath the floorboards as everyone else around heard no sound.

  “Honesty is indeed the best policy,” Mitchell interjected, nodding whilst looking shiftily at Megan, the two of them trying to avoid the gazes of everyone else in the room.

   “What do you mean?” Lara asked.  Her eyes furtively flicking between Mitchell and Megan as she waited for answers from the two of them.  They looked at each other nervously before speaking up again.

  “Well…we may not have been…entirely truthful about our relationship…status,” Megan offered as a solution, only to be met with confusion and murmurs from everyone else in the room.

  “Wait-a-minute, wait-a-minute!” Bryn interjected.  “Are you telling us you’re NOT a couple?” He continued, before sharing an aggravated expression wit his wife at what both of them looked at as a serious betrayal by them.  Mitchell and Megan shared a look, they knew they had to come clean some more to the assembled couples.  Mitchell opened his mouth but no words came out, as if he were a broken ventriloquist’s dummy.

  “We weren’t at first,” Megan interrupted, saving Mitchell from speaking.  “But we’ve become one as time has gone on,” Megan explained, grabbing Mitchell’s hand.  “At least…I hope we are?”

  Mitchell looked at Megan and smiled.  He’d worried that their time together was coming to an end as the scam drew to a close.  He was aware of just how much time and energy she’d put into the scheme but was terrified that’s all this was…a money-making scheme.  This was the first time she’d made it in any way official and his heart was spinning upon hearing that.

  “Yeah, no yeah, for sure.  Yes, yes.  I’ve been thinking we should sack this off and just enjoy ourselves from this point on, so…yeah,” Mitchell beamed as he gazed into Megan’s eyes, before looking out and seeing the stern looks from Bryn and Lara and everyone else that remained.  “Obviously whilst still enjoying all the fun with you guys”.

  A murmur went through the four couples as they considered whether the two scammers in front of them could be trusted.  What Megan and Mitchell were asking was a lot, especially after the dishonesty they’d used to get close to these people initially and Mitchell could see they needed to do a lot more work to win them over, but before he could speak a new sound broke through the air.

  “RIIIIING!  RIIIIING!”

  The doorbell clattered through the house with the sound of an old telephone.  Everyone looked at each other, uncertainty collating over the faces of everyone before Bryn went to answer the door, with Mitchell, Megan and Lara all looking down the hallway to see who was calling unexpectedly at this late hour.  Bryn opened the door and the diminutive figure of Jenny was stood, her hands crossed in front of her as she stared sheepishly up at Bryn’s bald head.

  “I…er…brought a friend?” Jenny meekly announced, pushing her bobbed hair behind her ear as she hung her head low.  “Sorry”.

  From behind Jenny another female figure moved forward, a classy, statuesque lady who carried herself with the assuredness of someone from inherited wealth, for whom class was something she was surrounded by and immersed in from the day she was born.

  “We need to talk,” Marjorie Grantham said to a bewildered Bryn as Megan, Mitchell and the others looked on, wondering who she was, and what the Hell she wanted.

End of Part 4

  And that’s it for now.  Hope it was worth the wait as we move towards the story’s climax…and hopefully, yours too.

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