So, we’re finally here at the end, and what an end it promises to be.  Thank you all for reading the chapters up to this point. I hope you enjoy the finale, but be warned: this episode features pegging. I know some people might be put off by that, hence me mentioning it.

Part 5 - Payback.

  “Sorry…who are you?” Bryn asked Marjorie Grantham, the wife of Doctor Grant Grantham PhD, the therapist who’d instructed the wives and girlfriends peg their male patients as a sign of control and dominance. Still, to Bryn, she was just a tall, statuesque blonde in her late thirties standing confidently in front of Jenny, who now almost appeared like her slave.

 “I’m Mrs Marjorie Grantham, and I believe we have a mutual acquaintance to exact revenge on.  May I come in?” Marjorie enquired, so forcefully that it was doubtful anyone would ever tell her no, and Bryn was no exception, willingly stepping aside and letting her enter his house, her long blonde locks bouncing like she was on a catwalk with her summer dress flowing around her as if a fan was blowing on her, pulling all eyes towards her.  As she reached the front room she placed her hands on her hips and stared out at all the faces gazing back at her.

  “Hello.  It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Marjorie stated, extremely formally, giving no hint in her voice that she was enjoying meeting them.

  “Why are you here?” Megan asked, taking the lead before anyone else had a chance to.

  “My husband, your…therapist…” Marjorie waved indicating who the ‘your’ was.  “Has been cheating on me with his secretary.  Isn’t this true?”

  Marjorie turned to face Jenny whose head was low, but her eyes were up, and all she could do was nod meekly.  Whilst most of the men watched the two women and picked up on her rage, Megan and Lara spotted something more, perhaps something more akin to…jealousy, maybe.

  “So,” Megan countered.  Marjorie eyed Megan suspiciously.  She’d come here to offer assistance and was being met with hostility.  Megan continued.  “You coming here and saying you want to bring him down because he’s a philanderer doesn’t wash.  How do we know you’re on the level?”

  A murmur of agreement went through everyone there as they all considered the validity of what Megan was saying.  

  “All right.  What do you want to know?” Marjorie asked, her hands on her hips, shaking her hair out so it tumbled like a mane.

  “How did you find out he was sleeping with her?” Lara pressed, directly.  Her browed stare demanded answers.

  “His laptop.  He likes to video his sessions and then play them back for his own…amusement,” Marjorie answered with a venomous sneer.

  “What made you look there?” Mitchell queried, suddenly wary about his own privacy.

  “He was weird earlier in the week about me disturbing him.  He just seemed…off,” Marjorie explained, crossing her arms at the memory of him shouting at her “I’M WORKING!” in that ridiculously aggressive way.

  “It’s not enough,” Bryn said, flatly, his face expressionless as he weighed up Marjorie who was the same height as him.    She looked crestfallen momentarily before her natural confidence kicked back in.

  “And why not?” Marjorie virtually demanded of Bryn, wondering what exactly she’d need to do to get them on her side.

  “We’ve all experienced your husband’s cruelty and manipulations,” Mitchell explained.  “I wouldn’t put it past him to send you to find out what we’re doing to bring him down”.

  “I can assure you I WANT to bring him down and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that to you,” Marjorie responded defiantly.  

  “Whatever it takes?” Megan sniggered, deliberately trying to provoke a reaction out of Marjorie.  She eyed Marjorie with a combination of mistrust and desire, her buxom shape raising questions about whether she was entirely natural or surgically enhanced, and there was only one way to find out.

  “I’ll do whatever it takes!” Marjorie repeated back.  “Our marriage is over, but I want my revenge”.

  “As do we.  Your husband turned us into hardened swingers, performing sex acts we never imagined we’d do, many we will NEVER do again.  You’re gonna have to go a Hell of a way to convince us you’re on our side,” Lara explained, letting Marjorie know exactly what she had to overcome to regain their trust.

  “You’ve become swingers?  We’ve not done anything like that?” Glen chirped up, his wife Nina nodding enthusiastically next to him as she gripped his arm.

  “You haven’t?” Megan asked, confused as to what exactly they’d gone through apart from Nina being coerced to peg her husband.

  “Well, no,” Nina replied, looking about the room as if she couldn’t believe that the seemingly normal people they were speaking to for the last hour had actually been fucking each other as well.

  “Have you been asked to perform ANY sexual tasks you were unsure of?” Megan pressed, seeking to glean more info out of the relatively normal-looking couple.

  “We had sex outdoors,” Nina replied, licking her lips as she did so.

  “You also wore no knickers to that restaurant and had to expose your muff to some of the other patrons there,” Glen reminded his wife who nodded quietly in agreement.  Their treatment being nowhere near the extremes of other couples.  Megan knew that Keri and Connor were swingers as they’d had sex with her and Mitchell with Bryn and Lara, which just left Franco and Frida, the swarthy Mediterranean-looking couple.

  “Have you done similar or worse?” Megan asked, sounding half-enquiring, half-interrogating.

  “Worse,” Franco replied, as Frida gripped his arm fiercely, her face drawn and eyes down.  It was plain to see that their adventures had left scars and not been fun for either of them.  For as little as Glen and Nina had been tormented, it felt like Franco and Frida had taken up the slack on the Doctor’s cruelty.  Megan felt her blood flame red with anger at the sadistic bastard’s punitive treatment and had to get some form of cathartic pleasure back from his other half, now erect and implacable in the middle of the room.

  “Strip,” Megan ordered Marjorie.  Marjorie was stunned at that request, she had expected monetary demands, maybe property, maybe valuable items to be offered, after all, it was what people did in her world, but debasing herself by losing her clothing was not how she thought it would go, after all, that was so vulgar.  All she could do was remain motionless in shock.

  “I guess you’re not prepared to do whatever it takes then, are you?” 

 Megan’s angry jibe was too much for Marjorie.  She may have been shocked but nobody…NOBODY was gonna make out she was not a woman of her word.  With her eyes locked on Megan, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground, her black lacy panties now seeming to be an over-the-top, ostentatious choice, she then unbuttoned her blouse and let that fall to the floor, her black bra holding in her sizeable breasts that were all natural and all hers.  For a moment the only sound that could be heard was the lusty breathing of the gathered couples and one lone woman eyeing Marjorie from her fern-green shoes to the top of her head, moving over every curve as they made the trip.

  “Happy now?” Marjorie asked, defiantly, shaking her head and letting her hair frolic down her back.

  “No.  I said strip.  I meant all of it,” Megan advised as she crossed her arms.  For the briefest of seconds Marjorie considered just picking her clothes up and walking right out, but then she remembered what her husband had been up to, the vengeance she desired, and to do that, she needed the help of as many of the people who hated Dr Grant Grantham as much as she did.  With that she reached behind and, with a quick flick of her wrist, unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor, enjoying the inhales and exhales as eleven set of eyes ogled her tits, encouraged her to remove her panties in quick fashion, drawing more deep breaths as she stood there legs astride, hands on hips, displaying her nakedness to everyone.

  “Happy NOW?” Marjorie repeated, confident her humiliation was what Megan wanted.  Megan’s stare did not move as she moved her hand to her dress and began to undo the buttons, each one making a satisfying PLIP sound until she opened it up and let it tumble off her shoulders, her hands darting around her back to release her pink cup-holders before shimmying out of her unflattering pink pants.  Everyone in the room observed silently, knowing what was about to happen and just waiting for the inevitable.

  Marjorie remained motionless somewhat stunned.  She’d fantasised about lady-love for some time, hoping it might happen some day, especially with her husband’s lithe secretary, but not ever expecting some day would come about…but here it was.  Before Marjorie could compose herself Megan moved the four steps forward, swiftly slid her hand behind Marjorie’s head and pressed her lips against hers as her other hand moved around her back and pulled her close, their tits pressing together, the heat from both bodies combining and warming them both more as Marjorie closed her eyes and allowed herself to be caught up in the moment as Megan darted her tongue forward and Marjorie opened her mouth and welcomed it in, sighing submissively as she did so.  

  Jenny watched the two of them with hungry eyes.  Her lust/love for Megan has been discussed between them at length, but Marjorie now added an interesting layer to the conversation.  She glanced furtively around the room and could see people getting twitchy, moving hands over genitals, rubbing themselves, grinding their thighs together as wanton lust took over.  She could wait no longer.  She hurriedly discarded her clothes, the jeans, boots, top and t-shirt were rapidly flicked off with the underwear going on each step till she pressed herself against Marjorie’s back, her hair tickling Jenny’s breasts in a delightful way.

  The shock of her body pressing against her stunned Marjorie who released herself from Megan’s kiss and she turned to see Jenny’s expectant features looking back at her, biting her lip, teasingly.  Marjorie’s “some day” had arrived, except she was no longer fearing it as she leaned her head back and, with her left hand, pulled Jenny’s face to hers and dove in with her own tongue, lashing it against Jenny’s as she felt Megan’s kisses, warm and wet, move down her neck, sliding down her feeders and attach themselves to her left teat as her other hand teased the right. 

  Lara was now wasting no time as she pulled Mitchell and Bryn either side of her and started tugging at their clothes, making it clear where she wanted the night to go.  Once they got the idea she shimmied out of her black cardigan and black dress, holding her arms in the air, letting the guys take her underwear off as they all watched Jenny and Marjorie lock lips with increasing passion as Megan lowered herself to her knees and moved her mouth over Marjorie’s steadily lubricating slit.

  Marjorie’s eyes went wide as she felt Megan’s tongue slide through her flaps, her legs clenching instinctively before she relaxed and opened her thighs more to give her better access, twisting more at the wrist so she could enjoy Jenny’s body even more as she moved her middle finger inside her gash to explore the younger woman.  All three of them moaning in delight, almost oblivious to the stares and the action going on around them.

  By now Lara was sharing her kisses either side of her with both Mitchell and Bryn as both men ran their hands all over Lara’s lean torso, Mitchell moving his hand over her ivory orbs whilst Bryn moved his fingers over her landing strip and into her mounting wetness.

  Elsewhere Keri and Connor had made efforts to make Franco and Frida feel right at home.  The Italian-looking couple were in stark contrast to the mousy brown hair of Keri and Connor, but it just made the image of the two mixed couples making out contrast even more, as Keri and Connor were naked in front of the new couple, tenderly removing their outfits as they caressed them seductively between intense kisses.

  By contrast, Glen and Nina were still fully dressed, stunned looks upon their faces as the room around them descended into debauchery.  Megan moving a hand up to Marjorie’s pussy, sluicing her fingers in and out as she held onto Jenny, using the naked secretary for balance and kisses as she held her firmly and kissed her fully, whilst the two of them used their space hands to fondle each other's tits.

  Lara had now joined Megan on her knees between Mitchell and Bryn, gripping Mitchell’s prick between her fingers whilst sucking on Bryn’s cock, her head bobbing frantically as she then switched her attention to the man who wasn’t her husband.  

  Finally Glen and Nina turned to the foursome as Connor and Frida sixty-nined on their sides, Frida deliberately moving her mouth slowly up and down Connor’s pole, taking her time to enjoy the taste of his meat as the hot flesh filled her face, as he slurped fast and delicately across her gash, taking the time to get to know her flavour and how it differed from his wife’s.

  Franco and Keri meanwhile were instead seated, naked, with Franco fingering Keri, her legs splayed wide as she sat on his lap.  Meanwhile, she was reaching down and stroking his cock, rising up between her legs as they kissed, oblivious to the sights and sounds of the room around them.

  “Well…this is new,” Nina remarked, unsure how to proceed as she felt herself getting progressively more aroused.

  “Wanna fool around?” Glen asked, as his tool started to get steadily firmer in his pants.

  “Er…sure?” Nina responded, hesitantly.  They were both surrounded by what they both regarded as beautiful people and felt slightly out of place.  The two of them made their way over to a quieter patch of floor and sat down against the wall, Glen hitching up his wife’s skirt as she unzipped Glen’s fly, pulling out his whopping 8-inch cock that was rapidly becoming engorged from her touch and the scene around them.

  By now a new group had formed in the centre of the room as Lara had replaced Jenny and Megan as the object of Marjorie’s lesbian desire as the two women kissed as though their tongues were trying to entwine, their hands between each other’s legs as they remained standing but trembling from their mutual explorations as their fingers probed each other’s bean, lips and slit, savouring touching another new person’s bits as the thrill of the new overtook them both.

  Meanwhile, Mitchell had made his way over to Megan and was exploring her body as if it was their first time together, her hand was yanking his cock ever so slowly, no longer just concerned with the delights of a quick debauched fuck or the joy of twisted group sex, this was them exploring the living part of their relationship.  In Megan’s hand, she would feel the heat from Mitchell’s length between her fingers as it heated up her hand as they leaned against the wall.

  Mitchell, for his part, had his hands exploring his girl’s boobs, his fingers devouring the sensation of the milk-filled, fleshy feeders in his hands, as they warmed from her arousal.  He could already sense just how much the temperature in her boobs had increased as her nipples got larger and larger.  Mitchell wondered just how hot her pussy was getting as they were both getting turned on by the sounds of sex around them.

  Elsewhere the mutual twosome of Franco-Keri and Connor and Frida had transformed into a threesome and one as Keri was in between her partner and Franco, Connor’s inflated monster, thickly filling her mouth as she was being pummelled back and forth by Franco’s long rod, their three bodies already glistening with sweat as they grunted and sighed together, Connor constantly pushing Keri’s hair back so he could see her face.

  Sat next to the action, watching it as if it was taking place on a cinema screen was Frida, her legs splayed apart, two fingers fiddling her clit as the two from the other hand sluiced in and out of her sloppy cunt, the juices now all around her fleshy minge as she yearned to be in Keri’s place, wanting to feel a length between her lips as another cock filled her from behind.  She closed her eyes for a moment to let the desire wash over her, before letting her vision fill with the delicious scene before her.

  Jenny had moved over to Bryn, her pale skin contrasting Bryn’s Mediterranean look, the two of them rhythmically moving together as she began to ride him sweatily, grinding herself against his cock as he gripped her traps, forcing her body against his as they stared aggressively at each other the lust ripping through them as Jenny wanted to be filled and Bryn needed as warm, wet pussy wrapped around his length. Bryn groaned throatily as he pressed Jenny down hard against his hips, his dick splurting his cum deep inside the slender secretary who gripped his shoulders as her own orgasm took over.

The sound of Bryn and Jenny’s climax seemed to act like a trigger pulsing through everyone gathered as sounds of build-up and cries of delight split the room, like a cum-soaked nuke spreading out from Bryn and Jenny and cascading though Grant’s gathered enemies as Mitchell’s cock exploded between Megan’s fingers, Lara crying out as Marjorie’s digits worked her gash with a previously undiscovered skill as the proud and ever competitive Marjorie took it upon herself to master sex with another woman on her first go.

  After the sighs and moans has abated, the heavy breathing settled and the stains and juices solidified on skin Megan sat upright and looked over to Marjorie who was still led naked on the floor with Lara, legs wide open her arms above her head in a pose of submission and yet continued wantoness, as if something inside her has been awakened that could not simply be switched off.  Megan recalled how she felt as she and Mitchell had started this journey, and envied Marjorie a little for getting to enjoy that now.

  “So…you have a plan to get revenge on Doctor Grant Grantham?” Megan hurled across the room to Marjorie.  Megan expected her to get up and become animated after hearing her comment, but instead, she merely stretched a leg out before replying.

  “Uh-huh,” Marjorie muttered, still coming down from the highs that she had experienced.  

  “What is it?” Megan pressed, leaning back on her hands, opening her body up to the group as people started to move from the floor to seated positions, sensing that the time for work to take down Doctor Grant had returned.  

  “Well…he fucked up our marriage.  I want to fuck him up,” Marjorie responded, as she hoisted herself up onto her right elbow.  Megan eased her way across the floor so she was right in front of the woman whose juices were still covering her mouth.  

  “I’m listening,” Megan replied, and smiled at Marjorie as she explained exactly what it was she wanted to do.

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  It was an emergency call-out.

  Dr Grant Grantham PhD would get them on occasion, even as a humble couples therapist.  When they did occur he’d just send them to the office and charge them for the call-out and double the usual rate for the session, triple on Sundays.

  The couple in question was Glen and Nina Frederickson, who’d been referred to him through a friend of a friend.  This meant he’d been somewhat careful about being too vindictive with his therapy, but when the opportunity came for him to bring out the pegging treatment…well, it would have been rude not to wouldn’t it?

  Now the couple had requested this nighttime emergency session over an argument that had brought Nina to tears.  Christ, it was a chore dealing with this shit, BUT, the extra fees were welcome as independent spending cash separate from his wife’s inherited wealth.

  He unlocked the outer door and made his way inside, unlocking the reception door and finally unlocking his office door.

  “Good evening Doctor Grant.  Do take a seat,” Megan instructed.

  Behind the Doctor’s desk were Megan, Mitchell and Jenny.  All three of them were looking through his open laptop and playing what sounded like a bondage session he had instructed Franco and Frida to undertake.

  “Firstly, get out of my office, you’re trespassing.  And secondly, Jenny, you’re fired,” Doctor Grant advised the three people.  His tone confident and at ease.  They may have thrown him slightly by being here without him expecting that, but this was his office.  He was never gonna be threatened in his own domain.

  “I already quit,” Jenny replied, triumphantly.  “The emails are in your inbox. I got a new job as a personal assistant,” she informed him, haughtily.

  “And we aren’t going anywhere…because we’re not trespassing,” Mitchell chimed up, placing a gentle hand on his partner’s shoulder.  Doctor Grant removed his phone from his pocket getting ready to call the police when a light went on behind him causing him to start.  As his eyes adjusted to the figure in the shadows he was stunned to see it was his own lovely wife.

  “Marjorie…what…wh…what are you doing here?” Grant stuttered as he looked between his patients, his secretary and his wife.  This combination was not a good one for him.  All of the money from the marriage was tied together in a pre-nup and his extramarital activities could jeopardise all of that…IF they had been discovered.  He’d have to fish like his life depended on it to find out just what she knew.

  “We’re through, Grant.  I want you OUT of my house,” Marjorie demanded with quiet authority.  Grant stood his ground.  All he could try and do was bluff his way out of this situation, thankfully he was an expert at bullshit and even as the fear seemed to gather around the edge of his vision he still tried to remain calm and in control.

  “If we get divorced, I’m getting at least half of OUR fortune.  I’m gonna take everything I can,” Dr Grant replied, a smarmy grin dancing across his facial features in a way that made him seem even more punchable than usual.

  “On that we agree,” Marjorie concurred, before finishing her sentence with one simple word.  

  “Now”.

  Doctor Grant Grantham PhD turned and watched, confused, as a tall guy he’d never even met before plunged a syringe into his butt cheek and pressed the plunger.

  “OW!  What the hell?!  What the Hell are you thinking, Marjorie?  This ain’t the movies, it’s not like you can inject a sedative and knock someone out straight away.  I’ll be home before that kicks in,” Grant sneered at Marjorie, quickly making his way out of the office, stomping past Jenny’s desk, before his right leg gave way.  

  Grant gripped the desk and tried to stand, only for his left leg to lose the ability to support him too.  Grant tried to focus on the door but it quickly fell out of focus as did his grip as he collapsed to the floor, his muscles seizing as his muscles completely relaxed.  He tried to look about his reception area as a sense of blind panic took over.  This area was meant to be HIS safe space, HIS sanctuary, HIS fortress of solitude.  As Marjorie came into view and bent down to look at Grant a single thought went through his head.

  “What have I done to deserve this?”

  It was then that a mask was placed around his face, and as he breathed in the fumes he knew his consciousness was gonna slip from him.

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  Grant’s eyes opened reluctantly, awkwardly as consciousness resumed and he was able to take in his surroundings.  It was the gym area of his home, however the equipment had been moved to one side and all of the mats laid out in the middle of the lavish space, twenty by ten metres.

  Grant tried to move but found his arms were reluctant to do so and as he tried to twist his body found his legs uncooperative also.  It was then he realised that he was bound, suspended in the air, arms and legs wide, splayed by the cable crossover machine.  Grant pulled his left arm, and whilst there was a little give, it remained stubbornly locked in place, as his eyes roved over the machinery and his torso he quickly surmised that as well as being completely bound…he was also naked.

  The door to the gym then opened and Marjorie strode in, dominant, foreboding and always utterly intimidating.  Behind her Megan walked, an air of quiet confidence behind her, as if she were the power behind the throne.  Mitchell and Jenny followed up behind that twosome with more patients and others he was not familiar with.  As his head spun he tried to make the best of his position and stretch himself up to his maximum height…as much as he could in that position.

  “You won’t get away with this,” Grant mustered as confidently as he could as he pulled against the restraints, gaining no traction as he did so.  Marjorie merely stared back at him, intractable as she glared at the man who’d shared her life and wealth for the last few years, who’d set himself up using her privilege and yet had also betrayed her at every turn.  She considered her words carefully before she continued.

  “No, Grant.  It’s you who won’t get away with this.  I’m taking my money, your patients, and their money away from you and giving it back to them,” Marjorie began, her words causing Grant palpitations as the thought of being without the wealth, privilege and power trembled down through him.  “But first, I’m going to provide you with…let’s just say a bit of karmic revenge”.

  “Karmic revenge…what…what are you…” Grant began before Marjorie pulled Megan close to her, their breasts pressing squashingly against each other as the two of them licked their lips whilst gazing lustily into each other’s eyes and slowly but deliberately moved their faces ever closer…and kissed, their lips moving softly, firmly against each other, their mouths then opening as their tongues pressed tastily together, lines of saliva connecting them as they’d occasionally pull apart before moving back in, their hands beginning to explore each other as Megan tugged at Marjorie’s blouse as Majorie dipped her fingers into Megan’s jean’s waistband, moving them from hips to ass and then resting them there.

  Grant could feel himself solidifying at the display in front of him.  He’d seen Marjorie in every kind of lingerie imaginable, from teddies and body stockings to latex corsets, yet she and Megan kissing somehow eclipsed all of that as his cock strained for release, the two women starting to slowly undo buttons and peel away layers.  

  Marjorie slipped her hands to the front of Megan’s jeans and flicked the button open, sliding the front zip down before easing the waistband to her hips, exposing her red lacy thong, causing Grant to salivate as he saw the way the Red stood out against Megan’s tanned skin.  Meanwhile, Megan was popping the buttons of Marjorie’s blouse whilst the two women continued to taste each other, their lips sliding greedily, hungrily, against each other.

  Once the last button fell Marjorie’s blouse gave up the ghost, the two halves opening to the sides revealing a black lacy bra barely holding her stacked breasts in place, although Megan quickly helped by grabbing hold of them before frantically rummaging around Marjorie’s back and releasing them as Marjorie shrugged off both her bra and blouse, yanking Megan’s top above her head and pressing herself against the slightly smaller woman, the boobs mashing together, squishing out at the sides as Marjorie’s hands moved the band of Megan’s jeans ever downward past her hips, and Megan unzipped Marjorie’s skirt.

  The throb in Doctor Grant’s cock was now becoming unbearable.  It was an ache that any other time he would have reached down to relieve…but now he couldn’t.  When he tried to move the weights from the machine held him permanently in check.  All he could do was thrust comically forward and back in the hope that the friction from the air would relieve him…but that was having far less of an effect than the scene playing out in front of him.

  Marjorie and Megan were now standing only feet away from him, both topless, eyes closed as they continued to smooch, so into each other it was as if there was no-one else in the room, their hands moving beneath each other’s underwear as they eased mutual fingers on both their slits, their mouths opening to exhale delight into the person opposite, their hips writhing against the digit moving along their nub. 

  Megan reached her other hand up and squeezed Marjorie’s right boob, running her thumb around the nipple, playfully flicking it, causing the flesh to jiggle beneath her fingertips.  Grant just wanted to loosen his restraints and join them, realising he could have done this YEARS before had he not been so selfish, so twisted, so conniving.  Marjorie moved her face away from Megan and arched her head back, Megan responded instinctively by moving her kisses to her neck, nibbling at the hot flesh before the two women detached themselves and removed their remaining underwear, standing and facing Grant directly.

  The show-stopping had given Grant pause to notice what he hadn’t done before now.  That the rest of the room was also undulating towards a state of undress and rampant unbridled sex.  

  Everywhere Grant looked people had shed tops and bottoms with more bras being unhooked and discarded by the second.  Mitchell and Bryn had sandwiched Jenny between them, down to her black panties and bra as the two men ran their hands over her body as she yanked on their two cocks, seemingly enjoying being the centre of attention, licking her lips as she gazed down at the prize within her fingertips.

  Further back Frida and Lara were almost back to back on their knees as they pleasured Joel and Franco respectively.  Frida methodically moved her mouth down Joel’s length, taking as much of him as she could in her mouth before easing back, locking her lips around his rod as he felt every sensuous movement, all the while and oblivious to what was going on behind her Lara moved her mouth over Franco’s cock much quicker, using her lubed-up palms to masturbate Franco at the same time as her mouth went to work on his pole.

  Grant had been so caught up in the sights in the rest of the room that he’d stopped paying attention to where Megan was, not noticing that she’d moved out of his sight and was now behind him.  Marjorie leaned forward and whispered into Doctor Grant’s ear, interrupting the scenarios playing out in front of him.

  “We all know what you like, Grant,” Marjorie advised him.  Thoughts flicked through Grant’s mind as he considered all the perverted things he was into and exactly what Marjorie could be referring to, a mild sense of panic washing over him.

  “I…I…what…what are going to do…please…” Grant pleaded as he moved ever more against the restraints, that still gave ever so little as he pulled with all his strength.

  “I’m not gonna do anything…just yet,” Marjorie confessed before walking over to Keri and Connor as he stood without his shirt, kissing his wife who was just wearing a blouse, bottomless, the two of them turning to meet Marjorie before the three of them started to exchange kisses before Marjorie pulled off Kerri’s blouse, revealing her braless form to the rest of the room.  Being restrained was becoming an incredible torture for Grant, almost sending him cross-eyed with lust as he ogled his patients cavorting like some kind of perverted Renaissance painting.  It was then that he suddenly realised he could not see Megan…as he felt a woman’s hand move across his hip.

  “Hello, Grant.  I’ve been looking forward to this,” Megan breathed into his ear.  Grant felt himself clench involuntarily as he felt something cold and very wet pressed up against his crack.  He loved anal, sure, but only for himself being the giver or the observer…definitely not the receiver, he thought.  

  It was then he felt it…A cold sensation pressing on his crack…A cold wet feeling.  A cold wet…plastic feeling, pushing against his back passage.  He tried to clench his self but as he did he spied Marjorie, on her knees in front of Connor, her hands gripping his ass cheeks as she furiously pumped her mouth up and down his prick, swirling her head to create the most delicious movement for him, whilst Keri was on her knees, her face pressed against Marjorie’s pussy, eyes closed as she tasted Grant’s statuesque blonde wife, their boobs hanging beneath them as Keri was also using her fingers against Marjorie’s slit

  Grant’s cock was bobbing so hard, his eyes feasting on the sex in front of him that he couldn’t help but unclench and as he did so Megan pushed her hips forward and entered him.  

  “You might find relaxing to be…therapeutic,” Megan exhaled as she moved her hips further, sliding ever more into Grant.  Tears were already coming as he felt himself stretched as never before.  When he was having sex with people himself, his cock feeling thick up his wife or mistresses back passage all he could think was how wonderful it felt, his length lubed up to the max as he plowed into their forbidden space, now however, on the receiving end, he found that all he could do was clench, his bodily instincts pushing hard against the invading phallus, making the pain feel more antagonistic…but, in spite of that dreadfulness and against his own wants…he was also…enjoying the sensation.

  His rod, already at full mast seemed to engorge even more as the artificial probe filled his insides.  Doctor Grant Grantham PhD had to blink the tears away in order to fully witness the orgy unfolding in front of him as his wife Marjorie had shifted position, her legs splayed wide with Kerri between them still, feasting on Marjorie’s delicious quim, her head shaking violently side to side as she slurped on her gooey pussy nectar.  Meanwhile Connor had been joined by Mitchell either side of Marjorie’s head as she slipped her tongue along Connor’s length as her hand moved furtively up and down Mitchell’s prick before flitting her attention the other way, all connected and oblivious till the portly shape of Glen moved behind Kerri and stroked her behind, his 8 inch whopper heavy and solid dangling heavily in front of him.  Glen waited patiently before Kerri looked back, stared for a moment at his face before glancing down to his member and guffawing loudly at his offering, before looking back at him with an affirmative wink and a cheeky wiggle of her behind.

  Glen smiled back at Kerri’s thirsty response and eased his engorged knob between her lips, causing her to tremble in anticipation, before he began to feed his cock to her hungry snatch, inching himself in as she bit her bottom lip in pleasure as her developing mom-bod was getting thoroughly filled from behind by Glen’s dad-bod although his tool resembled that of a younger man.

  Dr Grant Grantham PhD was not having a similar experience as Megan rode him from behind, moving uneasily in and out of his back passage, his face grimacing in pain as his dick bobbed in pleasure.

  Nina was helping Jenny pleasure Bryn who was now led on the wooden floor with both women orally fixated on his stiffy.  Bryn’s shaved head sporting an eyes-closed grin as Nina sucked greedily on his pole whilst Jenny rubbed her tongue up and down his pole.

  Further back and Frida and Lara were on all fours being ploughed from behind by Joel and Franco, all four of them moving furiously in sweaty union as the slapping of hips and arse-cheeks echoed around the gym as the two men powered into the willing women in front of them, their faces gurning out their lustful expressions as they undulated together.

  Behind Dr Grant Grantham he felt a pop as the plastic probe got moved from his behind as Megan relinquished her anal responsibilities.  Dr Grant breathed a heavy sigh of relief as his sphincter finally relaxed, his torment seemingly over.

  “I wouldn’t relax yet, hun,” Marjorie whispered in his ear, causing Grant to lift his head in fear as Marjorie pulled tight the straps around her waist, adding more juice to the artificial attachment, before moving around the back of him and slooshing the fake fucker back inside Grant, causing his mind to whirr at the humiliation whilst his knob seemed to become even more bloated from the stimulation to his prostate.  

  As Jenny moved over to Mitchell and Connor, sauntering naked in front of Grant whilst Nina aimed Bryn’s cock towards her moist twat, Grant began to understand the length of the sexual payback the women were gonna inflict on him.  He knew it was gonna be a long night, as his mind whirred out of control at the multitude of sensations and he passed out.

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  Grant opened his eyes again.

  He’d been flitting in and out of consciousness as the evening had progressed with the assembled party combining in a huge variety of combinations.  At one point all the women were in a daisy chain with the men around them holding court with their throbbing erections in hand, something that Grant was unable to do.  Now however the mood had become more solemn, and whilst everyone was still naked, they were all hunched around Jenny who was sat in a chair typing into a laptop.

  “What are…what are you doing?” Grant asked as the room spun, or his eyes did.  He wasn’t sure which?

  “What I’m doing is relieving you of your ill-got gain,” Jenny stated.  

  “What…that’s…that’s my money,” Dr Grant breathed as his grogginess abated.  Sexual torture he could endure being passed out, having his bank account emptied was a different matter.

  “You’re giving double the money back to all the people you tormented for your own perverted amusement, darling,” Marjorie advised, hands on her naked hips.  It was a weird sight.  All of these people stood around a laptop still naked trying to find where Grant hid his money.

  “You’ll…never find it,” Grant chuckled.  Gleefully mocking his sordid scheme’s victims as they tried to find what he kept so well hidden.  His secret money stash, kept far from Marjorie in case his infidelity and misdeeds were ever discovered.

  “Marjorie might not but I can,” Jenny informed him as her fingers danced across the laptop.  “All of those coffees and teas and fucking protein shakes you asked for, when you acted like I wasn’t there or not paying attention…I was”.

  Grant went white at hearing this and pulled with a fury against his restraints trying desperately to get to the assembled throng to yank the laptop out of Jenny’s hands, and this time the weights did move, Grant’s legs stationing him in place as he reached forward with all his strength, the stacks of weight on both side moving substantially upward until it inevitably pulled him back.

  “Here it is,” Jenny replied with glee.  “The Banko du Caribbean de Securities.  Sounds legit”.

  Marjorie moved back around as Jenny’s digits danced over the keyboard until they stopped with a “huh?”

  “Heh, heh, heh,” Doctor Grant sniggered.  It’s two-stage protected.  You won’t get in”.

  “First stage, fingerprint,” Jenny read aloud.  They all looked over at the comical figure of Grant who then clenched his fists in defiance.  

  “We won’t need it,” replied Marjorie. “Grant’s too lazy to clean his laptop.  Just get some tape from the kitchen drawer and we’ll be in”.

  Megan scootered off down out of the room, her boobs jiggling Merrily as she went, everyone stood around awkwardly whilst they waited for her return.

  “Have you got it?!” Marjorie shouted, only to have Megan appear in the doorway, tape in hand.

  “Of course.  If you want something found, send a woman,” Megan replied dryly as the men looked around wounded but then nodded in acknowledgement.  They took off a part of the tape and covered the laptop pad with it, gave it a few presses before the already imprinted fingerprint adhered to the first stage of security, giving a cheery ping.

  “The next step is password protection,” Jenny informed the crowd.  

  “What about PASSWORD?” Joel suggested, unhelpfully.  

  “No,” Marjorie advised, staring at Dr Grant Grantham’s grinning features.  “He wouldn’t be that lax.  He’d make it something hackers couldn’t guess”.

  “Damn right.  Your heist ends here,” Grant chirped back, happy that his random blurb would be uncrackable.  No dates of birth or kids' names here. His random squiggle with no connection to anything tangible would render his money unstealable.  His marriage might be over but his wealth would continue to be his.

  “It’ll be some random shit.  We’ll never get it,” Jenny reflected as she looked at the demanding blinking box.  “These things have three tries then they’re locked”.

  Marjorie stared long and hard at her husband as he maintained a steady stare whilst she tried to fathom just what he would put.  Whilst the security would be tight the truth was that Grant was and always had been lazy.  He always had a limited number of random words and blurbs he’d use, it was just a case of picking the right one.

  “Claptrunk?” Marjorie queried.  Grant laughed.

  “It’s all come down to this has it?  Heh heh heh,” Grant sniggered.  Marjorie considered the others he used.

  “Thunderboings?” Marjorie checked.  Grant shrugged, grinning widely as she clearly was off the mark.

  “Splonkadonk?” Marjorie suggested and Grant’s lip twitched.  A subtle almost perfectly hidden reaction, but a reaction nonetheless.  “Try SplonkaDonk.  Capital S, Capital D”.

  Jenny typed in only to be met with instructions advising her that the format was wrong.

  “Okay, try Splonk@donk, same caps but this time with an @ sign for the a,” Marjorie advised.  Again the machine instructed them that the password was not the right format.

  “I could have just let the computer come up with a password.  That would be the safest thing to do,” Grant mocked his soon-to-be ex-wife.  Marjorie smirked right back at her comically trussed-up hubby.  A random display of letters numbers and dashes would indeed be the safest, but Grant wouldn’t want that. He’d want to think he was smarter than a computer, and this was clearly a deflection on his part.

“Splonk@Donk1000? NO! Splonk@donk1001,” Marjorie suggested.

“That’s not it!” Grant called out, clearly rattled as to just how well Marjorie knew her wayward husband.

“We’re in,” Jenny chimed, with a cheer from the assorted gathering.

“Like we discussed, Jenny dear. Everyone here gets double their money back…no…let’s make it TRIPLE their money back,” Marjorie stated, watching as Grant pulled again at his restraints, desperate to keep hold of his hard-earned hidden cash.

“We should celebrate,” Lara suggested.

“How?” Jenny asked, before Lara bent down to kiss the slim PA, one hand instantly moving to her boobs. Grant felt himself growing cold inside as he watched people start to pair off again, his insides becoming even colder however as Kerri walked up to him grabbing the strapping device and attached it around her waist.

“Let’s see how you like it shall we?” Kerri cooed as she moved behind Dr Grant Grantham PhD, his mind swirling in “no”, but his rapidly increasing boner saying “yes”.

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  “Do you not feel a bit bad?” Megan asked as her hand gripped Mitchell’s cock, her hand slowly moving up and down his length, whilst his fingers explored her moist cleft.

  “For?” Mitchell asked as he nibbled on his girlfriend’s neck, the other hand massaging her ass cheek.

  “Well, he lost everything…but he did fix our relationship, hoo, Hoo, HOO!” Megan exclaimed as Mitchell shifted position so his prick was nearer Megan’s face between her legs, his tongue gliding over her swollen hood before moving to the juicy folds beneath.

  “He was a fraud.  A blackmailing conman.  He got what he deserved”. Marjorie chimed in before moving her head back between Jenny’s legs.  The two of them feasting on the lusty goo between their thighs, their tongues swirled, flicked and tasted each other as they lay on their sides, their hips flicking involuntarily as the sensations rippled through them as they sighed orgasmically into each other.

  “I just think the police investigation into his blackmail scheme was a bit much,” Megan breathed before taking three quick pulls on Mitchell’s pole before taking him deep inside her mouth.

  “To my mind…that was the worst bit…Ugh!  What do you think…huh…Kerri?” Bryn asked as he ploughed into Kerri holding her hips, bucking her mouth forward onto Joel’s cock.

  “Yeah, I think Megan’s gone soft, now she’s in love,” Lara chided in playful sarcasm as she bounced merrily on Connor’s engorged meat, her body heading sweatily towards their mutual orgasm.  Megan removed her lips from Mitchell’s pulsating fleshy tool as it bounced yearningly near her face and looked out at the calvacade of naked fleshy delight and pondered those humorous remarks before replying…

  “Well let’s be honest, these days, that’s the only soft thing around here”.

THE END.

  And that’s it.  Took an age to get this one down but hopefully it was worth it.

  Next, it’s a much quicker one.  LIVE THE FORCE LONG AND MAY YOU PROSPER