Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Drunk/Drugged, Cheating, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Bestiality, Exhibitionism,

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - She is a bored housewife that gets enslaved by her friends and taken advantage of.

It was a warm September afternoon. Here I was, a mid-thirties, suburban housewife walking down the quiet, suburban street I lived on, on the way to Gloria's house. It was fairly windy, a gust whipped up and I had to reach down to hold my skirt. I suppose my modesty wasn't really in jeopardy but the skirt was considerably shorter than what I was accustomed to wearing. Having looked at myself in the mirror before leaving home, I noticed that the bustline of the dress certainly accentuated my 36C breasts and the skirt flaired enough to emphasize my narrow waist and lush hips.

Gloria had asked me to assist her with a party she was throwing for her husband Dave's boss. He had just started a new job she really wanted to impress him. Part of his new responsibilities included entertaining customers. She was originally going to hire several college girls to serve food and drinks but she suggested that maybe I would want to help and in return she would forget the $65.00 I had borrowed earlier that month. I readily agreed, the party sounded like fun. Gloria thought about renting maids uniforms for us but decided against it, she then asked us both to wear matching skirts and blouses. She had called me earlier in the week and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over to her place to try the skirt on. I was uncomfortable with how short it was but she laughed it off, reminding me that I was about 20 years behind the times. I didn't want to appear too prudish, I didn't know any of these people and wouldn't be the only one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what many other women were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to admit the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked skirt, white blouse, red scarf, black high heels and suntan panty hose. It may have looked all right but it wasn't designed to protect me from the November gusts I shivered and hurried along the sidewalk.

Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going to snow. We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather for a moment, until she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to begin preparations for the evening. Gloria was busy on the phone so I did most of the straightening up, setting up the buffet, etc. About 5:00, a pretty young girl came to the door wearing the same outfit I was in. We introduced each other; Paula was to help me serve. She seemed nice, pert, maybe a little impertinent but friendly enough and I had to admit in that outfit with her figure, she looked smashing. She told me she was a 19 year old student at a nearby JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris, Gloria's kids, 16 and 14 respectively. They were going to their own party that night, so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were actually the reason for my friendship with Gloria; Chris was my 15 year old daughter Karen's best friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had always scared me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but what could I do?

Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the guests had just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to early forties, they were quite well dressed. There were about 25 people in all, including Paula and I. I was introduced to most of the guests and was flattered by the interest all took in me although a little uncomfortable. The women were less friendly, maybe even condescending. It seems that Gloria had mentioned something about me to most of them. I was involved in putting away the guests' coats and serving drinks. At one point I walked by the kitchen and heard Gloria on the phone. Something caught my attention and I froze, listening to the conversation..."36 years old, married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green eyes, brown hair, has no idea what's going on. This bitch has never even thought about anyone other than her husband." At that the party on the other end must have said something, for Gloria was silent. I was dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me?? About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there. She looked startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit Joan this is personal I'd appreciate it if"... I turned and went back into the living room; the incident seemed strange but I really didn't think it was important, I could confront her later. I didn't think she really had been talking about me.

I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a fireplace in the center. They had used furniture to divide it into two "rooms"; a family room and a more formal living room. I went to the buffet table set up in the adjoining dining room and started helping Paula serve. Occasionally one of us would carry around a tray of drinks. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable, out of place. There was an air of excitement in the room but whenever I got near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversation it seemed to die; sudden pauses, pregnant silences etc. This happened several times and I was wondering what was going on. Paula seemed to fit right in though. When she brought around a tray I saw her laughing with the main group. One of the men put his arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just met. Several of them including Paula looked over in my direction as if appraising me, then Paula returned and offered to relieve me for a while. This went on until about 9:30.

Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to meet". He introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Gloria's brother. Both men seemed seriously interested in my life, my family, job etc. and were really probing me for details. This seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the alienation I had been feeling up to this point. I took a glass of wine and began to loosen up.

About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back into the living room, saying "it's time folks". Everyone seemed quite excited at this and I wondered, "what in the world"... I was on my 2nd glass of wine, (I never drink), and slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took it out of my hands, took my arm firmly and guided me to the living room. The chairs and couches had been rearranged in a semi circle in front of the fireplace. In the center a long low coffee table had been placed. The guests were seated or standing around the table. Phil guided me to the front, I was confused but held his arm. Gloria stood in front of the table facing everyone.

"This is something I have been looking forward to for a while. Joan has been interested in Indian rights for some time. She doesn't know it but tonight she is going to help collect money for the cause". There was a general outbreak of laughter at that. I decided that I would prefer to be standing in the back and started to move but found my arms suddenly grabbed. I froze. "Bring her up here", Gloria commanded. Paula and Jan (a friend of mine who had just convinced me to join the church's Garden Club) each took one arm and pulled me up on the coffee table, I resisted but not toohard, not knowing what was coming. I was turned so that I faced the group, my arms still held, and my hair wrapped around Paula's hand, she forced my head so I had to face the group.

Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be too bad we're just going to auction off some clothing". The room erupted with laughter. I was numb, too shocked to scream. Gloria stood next to the table "what do I hear for her scarf?"; some one offered $1.00, another $2.00, the bidding went up to $5.00. At that time Gloria accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping the scarf from around my neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around my face. The scarf was forced down my throat and with my arms held I couldn't get it out. People started to sit down, they all appeared to know what was going to happen. "Next up, her blouse", There was some cursory bidding, Gloria backed up close to the table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick her. That was a mistake. Phil and Craig grabbed both legs. They each took hold of an ankle. In addition they rubbed their hands up and down my thighs and up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other guests. I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape.

After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won the bidding and took it off himself. They bent me over a little so that his face was level with mine. He reached out and ripped my blouse down the front, he jerked my arms out, I tried to cover up but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged. I relaxed and they straightened me back up. I was held there, up on the table with just my bra on. I went blank for a moment, the only other man who had ever seen me like this was Tom... I never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever happen. Paula fingered a gold chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant. Tom had given it to me for our 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for $5.00. It was ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and ripping my neck. Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my wedding band could be examined, "she won't be needing that tonight". It went for a few dollars. I was still kind of in shock, I was sobbing but was still unbelieving. These things really don't happen. Again Gloria stepped up. She reached out and snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I hear for this fine Maiden Form Brassiere?"... The other guests all laughed at her sarcasm, they talked among themselves but most of the attention was riveted on me. The bidding went on. My bra was sold for $20.00. Gloria didn't make any move to remove it though, I was shaking like a leaf, what next? "Whoever correctly guesses what size this item of clothing is shall have the privilege of removing it, however an incorrect guess costs $5.00". She reached back and looked at the tag and laughed, "not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?". I was turned and poked by several guys "so they could have a fightin' chance of guessing right". Several people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife Marie said "36D", and Gloria smiled..."we have a winner". Marie "graciously allowed" Steve to remove the bra. He took his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the delight of the crowd for about five minutes. I had lost control by then, sobbing hysterically. Finally He removed it, and his hands. I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's with them, now it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and twisted to pose for these people, my hair practically ripped out of my head to force me to look into the cameras. Paula reached down, still holding one arm and ripped my skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped. They didn't bother with the formality of auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a frenzy. I passed out.

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