With_lust
04-02-2014, 06:01 PM
I wrote this in 2000. Posted it at Erotic Stories under the name Unkind_cut. I'll post Part II and III under this one.
The Mummy
by With_lust
Copyright 2000 all rights reserved
“Honey, I’m home!” Bob threw his jacket on a chair and put his head in the fridge. “What’s all
this shit?” All he could see was beer cases and wine bottles.
“Where the hell have you been?” Janice was wrapped in a pink towel and was in the first stages of getting ready for a big night. “You know I’m having a party tonight and you get home now!”
“What party? He looked in the fridge and made out a shrimp platter and another that held wrapped cold cuts. “Oh oh!”
“Yes.. oh oh!”
“So that’s why they all kept saying, see you tonight.” He looked over from the spotless kitchen into the dining room and saw nothing out of place. He was sure the same could be said for the parlor. “What’s the problem, you've done a marvelous job as always, go back and get ready and I’ll do what needs to be done here.” He smiled knowing what needed to be done was opening himself a beer.
“It’s a costume party...” She let that sink in till his jaw dropped a little. “You forgot to get your costume didn't you, you bastard!” What a fucking idiot she thought. How anybody could do what he did and forget the simplest things all the time.
“Shit, I’m sorry Honey.” Bob was trying to play down the joy at being the only one who wouldn’t be dressed like a fool. “Honest, Honey, If I could I’d do anything to make it up to you!”
“Right! Lucky for you I got you a costume.” She turned and headed for the stairs to get to their bedroom.
Bob followed with a sigh, no beer yet. “So who’s coming?”
“Everybody!”
He watched her full hips sway in the towel. “What are you going to be again?”
“Cleopatra!”
The laugh escaped before he realized. “Honey I think you look great but Cleopatra come on!”
She turned on the stairs her towel fell open showing full breasts and a belly that pointed to a coming child. “You fucking bastard you come home late you... you don’t give a damn about my party. You don’t give a damn about me!” She turned and raced up the stairs.
“I’m sorry it’s just that in your condition...” Keep your mouth shut, finally worked it’s way to the top of his thought queue. Oh God, made it next then, this party is going to be hell.
He got to the bedroom Janice was at her ebony makeup table, “Your costume is on the bed!” She picked up the Nile blue eye shadow.
He look about and saw nothing but a box of depends. “What? Oh come now Janice I know I’ve been an idiot but I’m not going as a baby!”
A frustrated growl escaped her as she caught his eyes in makeup mirror. “That’s for underneath you won’t be able to get out of your costume easily and It might just save me further embarrassment at your hands.” She glared as he stood there, “Put! Them! On!”
“Shit,” was almost inaudible as he removed his clothes. Within two minutes his naked form was ripping into the box and fastening the adult diapers. “Okay now where is this costume?
The blue shade that extended a little passed the sides of the lids scrunched as she looked and openly laughed at him. “In the plastic bag.” She watched him root around tossing ace bandages on the quilt.
“I give... What costume!”
“You’re going as the Mummy. It was all I could think of at the last minute.” She started making a broad electric green line that went from her eye almost to her hair. “Oh and put on those plastic pants too, I don’t know how good those diapers are.”
A thick black eyeliner went under the green straight and thick from the corner of her eye. She smiled at herself knowing she was going to look so hot. “Hurry up start wrapping your legs and chest I’ll get the stuff you can’t”
Bob began wrapping the elastic bandages around his ankle. He got up to his and Knee and used the tiny hooks in the metal tabs to hold it. Janice finished her eyes and picked up the lipstick pencil. She pinched lightly at her lips to bring them out a little more then she started tracing the line. Bob wondered if the first bandage was too tight but figured he’d better not be seen fiddling with it now. The second started where the first left of and traveled three quarters of the way up thigh. Janice fill in the lips with the pencil and then picked up the gloss.
Bob started on the other leg noticing that the tension was already making him warm and uncomfortable. “God this is silly!” The cloth wrapped quickly up the leg and was joined by another till his legs covered from ankle to the plastic panties.
Janice went to the closet and pulled out small box containing her costume. “Well you could have been Marc Antony if you went to the costume shop with me.” The bottom was a full panty of blue with sequined peacock feathers and enameled scarabs. It hugged her form as she pulled it up over her thighs. The top of it rested just below the showing belly. She wrapped a see through turquoise patterned skirt, that hung down to her heels. It flared open in the front given a perfect view of her legs and the front of the costume. She fasten a golden cord around the skirt to keep it in place.
Bob started to wrap his chest. He held the cloth under the arm till he could catch it around his back and wrap the front. He was too busy to notice Janice putting on the top. She fastened the bra above her belly and pulled the cups to the front while she bent forward getting them in position. He arms slipped in the to straps in turn and she looked in the mirror at the peacock eyes covering her nipples. She knew it didn’t fit as well as when she picked it out. Her breast were struggling to stay ahead of her belly. They were losing but not without a fight. She saw how large they looked and how deep the cleavage was and knew she’d be the hit of the party.
“You've got to be kidding, Jan I love you but cover up!”
“Fucking bastard is that all you have to say!”
“You look hot as hell to me but the other guys don’t want to see that paunch hanging out.” He continued wrapping. “Christ, all the ladies will be laughing.”
She wasn't going to cry, “You! All you do is try to spoil this for me. Well it isn’t going to happen. All the guys are going to notice me.” She placed a golden serpent tiara on her head. Didn't even notice my hair extensions, she thought as she looked at herself. Love me? He can’t even bear to touch me anymore! Well, they’ll want me even if he doesn’t.
She put on some golden sandals that cross laced up the calves. Then she warmed a few drops of perfume in her palms. Rubbing them together then she moved them seductively up her thighs. One across her belly, the other on the breasts and they both finished upon her neck under the straight black hair the touched her shoulders.
She got up and turned to look at Bob just finishing the parts he could get to. Janice quickly went and began doing his shoulders. Then she wrapped his arms.
“You smell wonderful honey but I’d wish you’d put that wrap higher and cover your belly. You know you’re showing now and well I don’t want to call you fat, but all the guys are going to be there.”
“Tuck your thumbs in!” She was boiling now. She wrapped the elastic around each hand burying the fingers in cloth. She kept moving tightly up one arm then the other. "Come on sit up! That’s it.” The bandage covered the flesh at the top of his and went around his whole chest and other arm. Each wrap moving down till his elbows were pinned at his side.
“Honey how am I going to drink?” The forearms waggled a little.
She turned them till the wrists were together and wrapped them tightly across his chest. “Mummies don’t drink!”
“Oh come on is this cause I called you fat? Honest Honey you’re hardly showing, pleasingly plump at most.”
Janice looked about and saw it. Bob’s gym bag lying where he dropped it. Still full of his sweaty things no doubt. She opened it and rummaged about with one and pulled out a little canister. She found what she needed inside. “Go on tell me how fat I am? Tell me what an embarrassment I am?”
“Okay Fatso you win. Every man here will want to fuc-“ The racket ball slipped between his lips before he knew. The taste made him want to gag.
“Mummies don’t talk either!” She quickly wrapped up his head and folded the last swath so it covered his nose but not the nostrils or the eyes. Bob had a thin strip to look out on the world. All the sounds he made died in the rubber and bandages. A muffled mumble was the most Jan could hear. “Stand up so I can cover your diaper.”
“emmmmmmm ummmmm!”
“Okay but all the guests will see those plastic panties!” She laughed.
Bob could hear her muffled voice and with his wife’s help. She began the process and wrapped him from his waist down to knees. He could step an inch at a time.
She walked him to the stairs and quickly realized the only way down was a tumble. “Shit, here’s a car. Well I’ll need help getting you down. Hmmm. Can’t leave you here.” She slowly walked him back to the closet and backed him in. “This way if you fall there are three walls to catch you!”
“mmrrrrmmammmamrrr!” Bob shook his body an inch or two then tried to follow Jan out.
“Bob you never did know when to shut up!” She took an extension cord and slipped it about his wrists. She crossed the cord and then bringing both ends through the torso and elbows she tied off the cord with a bow. The ends were then tied to the heavy hanger bar. “That will keep you from getting into trouble. I’ll be back when I can find some guys who’ll bring you down.”
She hurried off and Bob stood staring out of the closet. The drool was already becoming a problem and he quickly learned to gulp down the rubbery fluid.
Janice soon found herself too busy to return as a large group of guests arrived. “Hi! Thank you for coming!” Was echoed time and again as they were coming in bunches. Janice was overwhelmed directing them to various parts of the house. The music started blasting as the house and then the patio filled with costumed guests.
She laughed as she greeted Pete at the door. He wore black Spanish boots, the backs stopping at the upper calves while the leather protected the front of his thighs. She looked at the tight breeches and noticed a rather large lump in the crotch. A broad purple sash covered his waist. He wore a black silk shirt with a wide collar. His natural curly locks went past his shoulder and he topped it off with a broad sea faring hat. A skull and crossbones was embroidered in the upturned brim. In place of an eye patch a floppy disk was strapped to his eye.
“Oh Cleo Baby, you are hot!” His good eye ran up and down her form.
“Okay Pete I give up what are you?”
The big grin as he had been dying for someone to ask, “Why a software pirate of course!” After the laughs died, “And what about you Jan? Cleopatra of course? But she never looked half as good!”
“Oh you flatterer! Bob thinks I’m fat.”
“Well with all do respect Bob’s an idiot sometimes!” Pete stepped passed her and looked at the cleavage and the smooth belly. “God there is something about a pregnant woman that drives me nuts. Damn you’re hot!”
She grinned at the compliment. “Well hot or not why don’t you get a beer!”
“Rather get a drink, you need anything?”
“Pepsi thank you, head down to the bar downstairs.”
“Jimmy my man! What the hell are you?” They looked at the sight coming up the walk and laughed. He wore a World War One doughboy helmet. Draped in plastic down his whole body. Blow up condoms were taped at all points round the plastic.
“French Tickler of course!”
“Ha, Get down to the bar before my neighbors see you!” She laughed, “God, that’s great though!”.
Bob was getting anxious. How long had he been here? At least five songs. He listened to the pounding rhythm and winced. What bastard was over driving my system? Probably that little prick Jimmy. He could hear a buzz of voices and occasional shouts but other than the house rattling to the beat nothing else got through. He was getting tired standing and the bandages started him sweating. The drool was building and he swallowed again. Could he get used to the ball? The hell with this, he thought as he tried to lurch forward an inch. The bar was solid and so were the attachment points. He would just have to wait till she came for him.
Janice left the door, anyone coming now would need no greeter. She laid out the shrimp platter and began to mingle. Must keep the party going was the thought however unnecessary. She was lost in the compliments at how great the house looked. And more at how great she looked. All the people wanting to know about the baby, and feel it kick. The touch of friendly loving hands, all these supposed strangers, caring more than her husband.
She saw all the marvelous costumes. Ted the Boss, well, his was a thrown together cowboy outfit. He was talking to some woman in a bee suit. No a wasp, Jan was jealous of her figure. Large breasts covered by the black leotard. Almost as big as hers were getting. Black and yellow striped hot pants. The wasp had a head with compound eyes made of cheap sunglass lenses. So many creative people.
A question brought back her husbands predicament! “So Janice where is Bob? Haven’t seen him all night.”
The mention of his name snapped jealousy to anger as all the things he said came back to her multiplied. “Oh you know Bob!”
“Yeah when he gets wrapped up in something you can shift him.”
“That’s so true, I’ll see if I can tear him away from what he is doing.”
She still needed help to get him down. Better find one of the guys. Where’s Pete with my soda? She moved down the stairs to the bar in the cellar. It was hidden from the stairs by some incomplete paneling. She could hear the game on the TV and Pete and Jim, plus a few others. The dance music dimly made it this far.
“Any body seen Bob?” from a voice she didn’t recognize.
“Screw Bob, anybody see his wife? Damn is she hot!” That must have come from the Tickler.
Pete voice, “Damn straight, and it’s all wasted! Bob says he can’t bear to touch her. It’s like he’s repulsed by what’s happening to that body.”
“Really? You've got to be kidding?”
“No shit! When I talked to him about the party a few days ago, asking about his costume. He started going on about Jan and how embarrassing she’d look. The guys got a real problem when he ain’t programming.”
She hid the burn, and after the words, "fucking bastard," slipped as a hiss from the red lips she shouted. “Where’s my Pepsi you thieving Pirate?” She stepped round the partition and saw the French Tickler leaning against the small bar and the rest lounging in stools.
“Shit! Oh sorry Jan, I mean Queen Cleo!” He handed her the glass.
Jan’s tongue flicked out grabbing the straw before the gloss was imprinted on the plastic. A long draw as they all stared at each other. She broke lip to straw contact. “Oh Pete, I have something that needs to be moved could you help me out?”
“Sure lead the way!” Her glass hit the bar and Pete stayed far enough back on the stairs to be eye level with her bottom. The lump in pants was straightening down the leg. They climbed the next flight and she still was unsure of what was to come. She led him in the bedroom and halfway from bed to closet he made his move. Janice turned back from the closet and before she could say a thing Pete was kissing her lips. She melted in his arms.
Bob almost cried as someone finally came into the room. He would soon be free. He screamed as he saw his wife being kissed but the sound barely came to his own ears.
She met his tongue and they danced swaying their bodies together to the rhythms coming through the floor. She couldn’t believe it as he dropped to his knee and started kissing her belly. A hand tangled in his hair as she stared straight into the shadows in the closet. His hat fell.
“You don’t think I’m fat?”
“God! You’re gorgeous!” came from below her breasts. She thought she heard a muffled shout from the closet but only she was listening.
Bob stopped his struggles as he saw the figure drop to her belly and begin worshipping her. He could see her staring at him, dark eyes looking straight at him. He read her lips and heard a muffled “Fat!” but not an answer. This can’t be happening! He shouted, “No!” but it was lost to all ears but his.
“Oh Baby you don’t know how I needed to hear that, but-”
The panties were pulled down roughly as she gasped and the tongue that had played upon her belly plunged deep into her sex. One touch and her last thought was lost, as her eyes closed. She bit her lip gently and moaned as the tongue found her hidden places. She recovered enough to open her eyes and look into the darkness that held her husband. She smiled and it hit her. The first pulse so long missed. It flowed like a static shock catching her by surprise.
Pete couldn't believe how she tasted. A different scent than the women he knew. The power of her transformation had him in her spell. He struggled to release his hardness. He felt the reward as she tensed and then a new flow came to his taste buds. He was free, free to take her in her own bedroom.
Tears dropped to the elastic stretched across his face. The drool increased as he swallowed hard. He had no thoughts but disgust and rage. Who could want her and how could she? He forced the air from his lungs, another impotent scream.
She felt him rise kissing her all the way back up till she felt his tongue again with hers. She gasped as she realized the cock was tapping her belly. She moved her head to the side and stared into the darkness. She stepped out of the panties as he walked her back to the bed. She sat back and looked at the flesh rising hard and long from under the black silk shirt. She had to have it. She needed to be touched by someone who wanted her! She fell back and brought her legs up. They spread invitingly.
Arms clad in black silk moved along the feminine thighs forcing Jan back into the mattress as his prick danced, looking for her entrance. It slid along her open lips as he made a humping motion. She placed a hand on top and the next thrust slid into her pussy lips. She moaned loudly but only two perhaps three could hear it above the music.
Pete thrust hard in her wetness. Getting deeper with every thrust. He was too excited and knew he wouldn’t last. Such pleasure couldn’t be allow to die in the instant of one spasm.
Janice couldn't believe how good it felt to be filled again. By someone who wanted her unconditionally. The pressure of her thighs pressing the sides of her belly as the pirate took her. She was ready to cum so fast had it been that long?
Pete shoved it in deep pinning her body deep into the bed. “Tell me we’ll do it again!”
“Ffffuck meee! Come on!” She tried to hump but had no leverage.
“Promise me! I’ll get to fuck you again.” His weight held her, “I’ve got to have you again!”
She shut her eyes and moaned, “fa-uck meee!”
“I want to fuck you when you are totally full!”
She could barely think what that meant when she shouted, “Yes!”
“Yes what? Promise I can fuck you anytime I want!” He gave her two long strokes and heard her shout.
“Yes fuck me! I promise! Uuggh! You can fuck me... ugh anytime! Just fuck me now!”
Pete stroked out and back in with a fury. She bounced to meet every thrust. Jan moaned and shook with her orgasm.
Bob couldn’t believe the words from his wife. He didn’t get them all but, “fuck me.” was all he needed. He watched this man fucking her. Peter! It was Peter that bastard humping her like an animal!
Pete moved his hips to the rhythm they both needed. Shocking her with each thrust. He was too close, “Cum for me, Jan!” Pete buried himself deep and then shot, grunting into her.
She screamed, writhing as she felt the passion burst into her. Finally they both fell off the orgasmic edge. They lay together a moment and with a kiss. “I’d better get down first so Bob won’t suspect anything!”
She divided her gaze from the shadow to the pirate pulling his pants up. He left the room and she pulled her legs up letting all his sperm flow deep inside her. She gave her husband a wide open view of her freshly fucked cunt and laughed.
She got up and slowly put her costume bottom back on. Unsteadily She moved slowly to the closet still not recovered as an after shock pulsed in her. She could see his eyes in the dark. “Well it looks like someone isn’t repulsed by me.” Janice felt around Bob’s crotch. Nothing out of the ordinary. “Well I hope you heard it all.” She smiled as she wiped a tear away from his lower lid. “You can’t even hide your disgust and fuck me like I need it. Even if you could get it up for me you’ll get hung up on a project. Well I need to be fucked!”
“memmereegghh!”
“Yeah right! Well maybe I better see if anyone else can stand my wretched presence. Hang in there Honey!” And in a deep laughably feminine accent, “I’ll be Bach!”
The Mummy
by With_lust
Copyright 2000 all rights reserved
“Honey, I’m home!” Bob threw his jacket on a chair and put his head in the fridge. “What’s all
this shit?” All he could see was beer cases and wine bottles.
“Where the hell have you been?” Janice was wrapped in a pink towel and was in the first stages of getting ready for a big night. “You know I’m having a party tonight and you get home now!”
“What party? He looked in the fridge and made out a shrimp platter and another that held wrapped cold cuts. “Oh oh!”
“Yes.. oh oh!”
“So that’s why they all kept saying, see you tonight.” He looked over from the spotless kitchen into the dining room and saw nothing out of place. He was sure the same could be said for the parlor. “What’s the problem, you've done a marvelous job as always, go back and get ready and I’ll do what needs to be done here.” He smiled knowing what needed to be done was opening himself a beer.
“It’s a costume party...” She let that sink in till his jaw dropped a little. “You forgot to get your costume didn't you, you bastard!” What a fucking idiot she thought. How anybody could do what he did and forget the simplest things all the time.
“Shit, I’m sorry Honey.” Bob was trying to play down the joy at being the only one who wouldn’t be dressed like a fool. “Honest, Honey, If I could I’d do anything to make it up to you!”
“Right! Lucky for you I got you a costume.” She turned and headed for the stairs to get to their bedroom.
Bob followed with a sigh, no beer yet. “So who’s coming?”
“Everybody!”
He watched her full hips sway in the towel. “What are you going to be again?”
“Cleopatra!”
The laugh escaped before he realized. “Honey I think you look great but Cleopatra come on!”
She turned on the stairs her towel fell open showing full breasts and a belly that pointed to a coming child. “You fucking bastard you come home late you... you don’t give a damn about my party. You don’t give a damn about me!” She turned and raced up the stairs.
“I’m sorry it’s just that in your condition...” Keep your mouth shut, finally worked it’s way to the top of his thought queue. Oh God, made it next then, this party is going to be hell.
He got to the bedroom Janice was at her ebony makeup table, “Your costume is on the bed!” She picked up the Nile blue eye shadow.
He look about and saw nothing but a box of depends. “What? Oh come now Janice I know I’ve been an idiot but I’m not going as a baby!”
A frustrated growl escaped her as she caught his eyes in makeup mirror. “That’s for underneath you won’t be able to get out of your costume easily and It might just save me further embarrassment at your hands.” She glared as he stood there, “Put! Them! On!”
“Shit,” was almost inaudible as he removed his clothes. Within two minutes his naked form was ripping into the box and fastening the adult diapers. “Okay now where is this costume?
The blue shade that extended a little passed the sides of the lids scrunched as she looked and openly laughed at him. “In the plastic bag.” She watched him root around tossing ace bandages on the quilt.
“I give... What costume!”
“You’re going as the Mummy. It was all I could think of at the last minute.” She started making a broad electric green line that went from her eye almost to her hair. “Oh and put on those plastic pants too, I don’t know how good those diapers are.”
A thick black eyeliner went under the green straight and thick from the corner of her eye. She smiled at herself knowing she was going to look so hot. “Hurry up start wrapping your legs and chest I’ll get the stuff you can’t”
Bob began wrapping the elastic bandages around his ankle. He got up to his and Knee and used the tiny hooks in the metal tabs to hold it. Janice finished her eyes and picked up the lipstick pencil. She pinched lightly at her lips to bring them out a little more then she started tracing the line. Bob wondered if the first bandage was too tight but figured he’d better not be seen fiddling with it now. The second started where the first left of and traveled three quarters of the way up thigh. Janice fill in the lips with the pencil and then picked up the gloss.
Bob started on the other leg noticing that the tension was already making him warm and uncomfortable. “God this is silly!” The cloth wrapped quickly up the leg and was joined by another till his legs covered from ankle to the plastic panties.
Janice went to the closet and pulled out small box containing her costume. “Well you could have been Marc Antony if you went to the costume shop with me.” The bottom was a full panty of blue with sequined peacock feathers and enameled scarabs. It hugged her form as she pulled it up over her thighs. The top of it rested just below the showing belly. She wrapped a see through turquoise patterned skirt, that hung down to her heels. It flared open in the front given a perfect view of her legs and the front of the costume. She fasten a golden cord around the skirt to keep it in place.
Bob started to wrap his chest. He held the cloth under the arm till he could catch it around his back and wrap the front. He was too busy to notice Janice putting on the top. She fastened the bra above her belly and pulled the cups to the front while she bent forward getting them in position. He arms slipped in the to straps in turn and she looked in the mirror at the peacock eyes covering her nipples. She knew it didn’t fit as well as when she picked it out. Her breast were struggling to stay ahead of her belly. They were losing but not without a fight. She saw how large they looked and how deep the cleavage was and knew she’d be the hit of the party.
“You've got to be kidding, Jan I love you but cover up!”
“Fucking bastard is that all you have to say!”
“You look hot as hell to me but the other guys don’t want to see that paunch hanging out.” He continued wrapping. “Christ, all the ladies will be laughing.”
She wasn't going to cry, “You! All you do is try to spoil this for me. Well it isn’t going to happen. All the guys are going to notice me.” She placed a golden serpent tiara on her head. Didn't even notice my hair extensions, she thought as she looked at herself. Love me? He can’t even bear to touch me anymore! Well, they’ll want me even if he doesn’t.
She put on some golden sandals that cross laced up the calves. Then she warmed a few drops of perfume in her palms. Rubbing them together then she moved them seductively up her thighs. One across her belly, the other on the breasts and they both finished upon her neck under the straight black hair the touched her shoulders.
She got up and turned to look at Bob just finishing the parts he could get to. Janice quickly went and began doing his shoulders. Then she wrapped his arms.
“You smell wonderful honey but I’d wish you’d put that wrap higher and cover your belly. You know you’re showing now and well I don’t want to call you fat, but all the guys are going to be there.”
“Tuck your thumbs in!” She was boiling now. She wrapped the elastic around each hand burying the fingers in cloth. She kept moving tightly up one arm then the other. "Come on sit up! That’s it.” The bandage covered the flesh at the top of his and went around his whole chest and other arm. Each wrap moving down till his elbows were pinned at his side.
“Honey how am I going to drink?” The forearms waggled a little.
She turned them till the wrists were together and wrapped them tightly across his chest. “Mummies don’t drink!”
“Oh come on is this cause I called you fat? Honest Honey you’re hardly showing, pleasingly plump at most.”
Janice looked about and saw it. Bob’s gym bag lying where he dropped it. Still full of his sweaty things no doubt. She opened it and rummaged about with one and pulled out a little canister. She found what she needed inside. “Go on tell me how fat I am? Tell me what an embarrassment I am?”
“Okay Fatso you win. Every man here will want to fuc-“ The racket ball slipped between his lips before he knew. The taste made him want to gag.
“Mummies don’t talk either!” She quickly wrapped up his head and folded the last swath so it covered his nose but not the nostrils or the eyes. Bob had a thin strip to look out on the world. All the sounds he made died in the rubber and bandages. A muffled mumble was the most Jan could hear. “Stand up so I can cover your diaper.”
“emmmmmmm ummmmm!”
“Okay but all the guests will see those plastic panties!” She laughed.
Bob could hear her muffled voice and with his wife’s help. She began the process and wrapped him from his waist down to knees. He could step an inch at a time.
She walked him to the stairs and quickly realized the only way down was a tumble. “Shit, here’s a car. Well I’ll need help getting you down. Hmmm. Can’t leave you here.” She slowly walked him back to the closet and backed him in. “This way if you fall there are three walls to catch you!”
“mmrrrrmmammmamrrr!” Bob shook his body an inch or two then tried to follow Jan out.
“Bob you never did know when to shut up!” She took an extension cord and slipped it about his wrists. She crossed the cord and then bringing both ends through the torso and elbows she tied off the cord with a bow. The ends were then tied to the heavy hanger bar. “That will keep you from getting into trouble. I’ll be back when I can find some guys who’ll bring you down.”
She hurried off and Bob stood staring out of the closet. The drool was already becoming a problem and he quickly learned to gulp down the rubbery fluid.
Janice soon found herself too busy to return as a large group of guests arrived. “Hi! Thank you for coming!” Was echoed time and again as they were coming in bunches. Janice was overwhelmed directing them to various parts of the house. The music started blasting as the house and then the patio filled with costumed guests.
She laughed as she greeted Pete at the door. He wore black Spanish boots, the backs stopping at the upper calves while the leather protected the front of his thighs. She looked at the tight breeches and noticed a rather large lump in the crotch. A broad purple sash covered his waist. He wore a black silk shirt with a wide collar. His natural curly locks went past his shoulder and he topped it off with a broad sea faring hat. A skull and crossbones was embroidered in the upturned brim. In place of an eye patch a floppy disk was strapped to his eye.
“Oh Cleo Baby, you are hot!” His good eye ran up and down her form.
“Okay Pete I give up what are you?”
The big grin as he had been dying for someone to ask, “Why a software pirate of course!” After the laughs died, “And what about you Jan? Cleopatra of course? But she never looked half as good!”
“Oh you flatterer! Bob thinks I’m fat.”
“Well with all do respect Bob’s an idiot sometimes!” Pete stepped passed her and looked at the cleavage and the smooth belly. “God there is something about a pregnant woman that drives me nuts. Damn you’re hot!”
She grinned at the compliment. “Well hot or not why don’t you get a beer!”
“Rather get a drink, you need anything?”
“Pepsi thank you, head down to the bar downstairs.”
“Jimmy my man! What the hell are you?” They looked at the sight coming up the walk and laughed. He wore a World War One doughboy helmet. Draped in plastic down his whole body. Blow up condoms were taped at all points round the plastic.
“French Tickler of course!”
“Ha, Get down to the bar before my neighbors see you!” She laughed, “God, that’s great though!”.
Bob was getting anxious. How long had he been here? At least five songs. He listened to the pounding rhythm and winced. What bastard was over driving my system? Probably that little prick Jimmy. He could hear a buzz of voices and occasional shouts but other than the house rattling to the beat nothing else got through. He was getting tired standing and the bandages started him sweating. The drool was building and he swallowed again. Could he get used to the ball? The hell with this, he thought as he tried to lurch forward an inch. The bar was solid and so were the attachment points. He would just have to wait till she came for him.
Janice left the door, anyone coming now would need no greeter. She laid out the shrimp platter and began to mingle. Must keep the party going was the thought however unnecessary. She was lost in the compliments at how great the house looked. And more at how great she looked. All the people wanting to know about the baby, and feel it kick. The touch of friendly loving hands, all these supposed strangers, caring more than her husband.
She saw all the marvelous costumes. Ted the Boss, well, his was a thrown together cowboy outfit. He was talking to some woman in a bee suit. No a wasp, Jan was jealous of her figure. Large breasts covered by the black leotard. Almost as big as hers were getting. Black and yellow striped hot pants. The wasp had a head with compound eyes made of cheap sunglass lenses. So many creative people.
A question brought back her husbands predicament! “So Janice where is Bob? Haven’t seen him all night.”
The mention of his name snapped jealousy to anger as all the things he said came back to her multiplied. “Oh you know Bob!”
“Yeah when he gets wrapped up in something you can shift him.”
“That’s so true, I’ll see if I can tear him away from what he is doing.”
She still needed help to get him down. Better find one of the guys. Where’s Pete with my soda? She moved down the stairs to the bar in the cellar. It was hidden from the stairs by some incomplete paneling. She could hear the game on the TV and Pete and Jim, plus a few others. The dance music dimly made it this far.
“Any body seen Bob?” from a voice she didn’t recognize.
“Screw Bob, anybody see his wife? Damn is she hot!” That must have come from the Tickler.
Pete voice, “Damn straight, and it’s all wasted! Bob says he can’t bear to touch her. It’s like he’s repulsed by what’s happening to that body.”
“Really? You've got to be kidding?”
“No shit! When I talked to him about the party a few days ago, asking about his costume. He started going on about Jan and how embarrassing she’d look. The guys got a real problem when he ain’t programming.”
She hid the burn, and after the words, "fucking bastard," slipped as a hiss from the red lips she shouted. “Where’s my Pepsi you thieving Pirate?” She stepped round the partition and saw the French Tickler leaning against the small bar and the rest lounging in stools.
“Shit! Oh sorry Jan, I mean Queen Cleo!” He handed her the glass.
Jan’s tongue flicked out grabbing the straw before the gloss was imprinted on the plastic. A long draw as they all stared at each other. She broke lip to straw contact. “Oh Pete, I have something that needs to be moved could you help me out?”
“Sure lead the way!” Her glass hit the bar and Pete stayed far enough back on the stairs to be eye level with her bottom. The lump in pants was straightening down the leg. They climbed the next flight and she still was unsure of what was to come. She led him in the bedroom and halfway from bed to closet he made his move. Janice turned back from the closet and before she could say a thing Pete was kissing her lips. She melted in his arms.
Bob almost cried as someone finally came into the room. He would soon be free. He screamed as he saw his wife being kissed but the sound barely came to his own ears.
She met his tongue and they danced swaying their bodies together to the rhythms coming through the floor. She couldn’t believe it as he dropped to his knee and started kissing her belly. A hand tangled in his hair as she stared straight into the shadows in the closet. His hat fell.
“You don’t think I’m fat?”
“God! You’re gorgeous!” came from below her breasts. She thought she heard a muffled shout from the closet but only she was listening.
Bob stopped his struggles as he saw the figure drop to her belly and begin worshipping her. He could see her staring at him, dark eyes looking straight at him. He read her lips and heard a muffled “Fat!” but not an answer. This can’t be happening! He shouted, “No!” but it was lost to all ears but his.
“Oh Baby you don’t know how I needed to hear that, but-”
The panties were pulled down roughly as she gasped and the tongue that had played upon her belly plunged deep into her sex. One touch and her last thought was lost, as her eyes closed. She bit her lip gently and moaned as the tongue found her hidden places. She recovered enough to open her eyes and look into the darkness that held her husband. She smiled and it hit her. The first pulse so long missed. It flowed like a static shock catching her by surprise.
Pete couldn't believe how she tasted. A different scent than the women he knew. The power of her transformation had him in her spell. He struggled to release his hardness. He felt the reward as she tensed and then a new flow came to his taste buds. He was free, free to take her in her own bedroom.
Tears dropped to the elastic stretched across his face. The drool increased as he swallowed hard. He had no thoughts but disgust and rage. Who could want her and how could she? He forced the air from his lungs, another impotent scream.
She felt him rise kissing her all the way back up till she felt his tongue again with hers. She gasped as she realized the cock was tapping her belly. She moved her head to the side and stared into the darkness. She stepped out of the panties as he walked her back to the bed. She sat back and looked at the flesh rising hard and long from under the black silk shirt. She had to have it. She needed to be touched by someone who wanted her! She fell back and brought her legs up. They spread invitingly.
Arms clad in black silk moved along the feminine thighs forcing Jan back into the mattress as his prick danced, looking for her entrance. It slid along her open lips as he made a humping motion. She placed a hand on top and the next thrust slid into her pussy lips. She moaned loudly but only two perhaps three could hear it above the music.
Pete thrust hard in her wetness. Getting deeper with every thrust. He was too excited and knew he wouldn’t last. Such pleasure couldn’t be allow to die in the instant of one spasm.
Janice couldn't believe how good it felt to be filled again. By someone who wanted her unconditionally. The pressure of her thighs pressing the sides of her belly as the pirate took her. She was ready to cum so fast had it been that long?
Pete shoved it in deep pinning her body deep into the bed. “Tell me we’ll do it again!”
“Ffffuck meee! Come on!” She tried to hump but had no leverage.
“Promise me! I’ll get to fuck you again.” His weight held her, “I’ve got to have you again!”
She shut her eyes and moaned, “fa-uck meee!”
“I want to fuck you when you are totally full!”
She could barely think what that meant when she shouted, “Yes!”
“Yes what? Promise I can fuck you anytime I want!” He gave her two long strokes and heard her shout.
“Yes fuck me! I promise! Uuggh! You can fuck me... ugh anytime! Just fuck me now!”
Pete stroked out and back in with a fury. She bounced to meet every thrust. Jan moaned and shook with her orgasm.
Bob couldn’t believe the words from his wife. He didn’t get them all but, “fuck me.” was all he needed. He watched this man fucking her. Peter! It was Peter that bastard humping her like an animal!
Pete moved his hips to the rhythm they both needed. Shocking her with each thrust. He was too close, “Cum for me, Jan!” Pete buried himself deep and then shot, grunting into her.
She screamed, writhing as she felt the passion burst into her. Finally they both fell off the orgasmic edge. They lay together a moment and with a kiss. “I’d better get down first so Bob won’t suspect anything!”
She divided her gaze from the shadow to the pirate pulling his pants up. He left the room and she pulled her legs up letting all his sperm flow deep inside her. She gave her husband a wide open view of her freshly fucked cunt and laughed.
She got up and slowly put her costume bottom back on. Unsteadily She moved slowly to the closet still not recovered as an after shock pulsed in her. She could see his eyes in the dark. “Well it looks like someone isn’t repulsed by me.” Janice felt around Bob’s crotch. Nothing out of the ordinary. “Well I hope you heard it all.” She smiled as she wiped a tear away from his lower lid. “You can’t even hide your disgust and fuck me like I need it. Even if you could get it up for me you’ll get hung up on a project. Well I need to be fucked!”
“memmereegghh!”
“Yeah right! Well maybe I better see if anyone else can stand my wretched presence. Hang in there Honey!” And in a deep laughably feminine accent, “I’ll be Bach!”