Nicole swatted her husband's hand from her ass as she stood proactively on the stool. These drapes where hard enough to hang straight without him becoming distracted with her firm trimmed rear.

"Carl stop it," she said frustrated but allowing her self a satisfied smile.

They'd been married five years but she still felt the eagerness in his hands. Both their jobs had gone from strength to strength and now this new big home in the suburbs was a dream come true. As she turned and her handsome blonde husband lifted her down to the floor she finished her thoughts vocally.

"And now all we need is a nursery."

"No problem," he answered with a big grin and charming wink, "I'll start straight away."

She looked at him confused. " On making a nursery?"

He pulled her closer as she giggled replying in a playful caveman grunt.

"No me make baby first."

"Steady there vice president," she laughed pushing herself away in mock refusal, Carl adding a correction to her title. "You mean deputy vice president honey; deputy."

She waved her hand in dismissal, "Oh does it matter?"

Carl smiled at her convenient lack of memory adding; "yeah it matters. It matters about 60k a year."

His beautiful wife was not listening, already onto her next job, unpacking boxes. There were many rooms of them and she hadn't time to waste.

As she knelt working he admired her slim framed body with curly blonde ringlet hair. She always appeared to be made from porcelain her shapely legs and delicate hands as pale as her linen skirt and top. She wore the slightest of lip-gloss her expressive big blue eyes so mesmerising. At 33 she was easily a match for any Hollywood red carpet babe as far as he was concerned.

They'd been in their home only a few days. It was in a picture perfect street. Imposing white panelled houses with movie style picket fences. The lawns were manicured to perfection and in the tree lined street you could hear the hiss of sprinklers and the occasional hum of a big expensive SUV. Carl had found the people welcoming and was already on nodding terms with the guy over the road.

Carl gave a wave from the window the man waving back as he cleaned his gleaming Italian sports car.

"Stop sucking up to the neighbours," Nicole quipped as she pulled him back to his chores, "he's never going to let you drive it."

Unexpectedly there was the chime of her new doorbell and her eyes widened looking at Carl for guidance. She wasn't used to the idea of visitors.

"Well? Go have a look," he said shrugging his shoulders. "You're not in the city now."

Nicole opened her door to find a smiling couple standing on the front porch.

The woman was holding a bottle of wine the man a gift-wrapped box. Nicole didn't get time to speak before the woman reached out to grip her hand shaking it warmly.

"Oh hello darling I'm Madison; I live four houses up," and she pointed to where a dark Winnebago sat on another immaculate drive. However Nicole could see the jet-black vehicle had slipped onto the front lawn its wheels tearing chucks in two railway line scars.

Nicole cocked her head, smiling, a little confused by the erratic parking and Madison shrugged her shoulders." I know! Mr B is such an awful driver." She then gave a quick wave to the car enthusiast over the road; who in turn raised his head to look then returned to his washing.

"Mr B?" Nicole asked thankful she had an opportunity to speak at last. Then the other visitors spoke.

"She means me my dear; we're the Buggerman's. And this excited creature is my wife."

He held out the ribbon-encased box." We wanted to give you a welcoming present."

Then added, "Its Nicole isn't it?"

Nicole smiled and nodded taking hold of the gift. She could hear something rattling inside and was about to say thank you when Madison stepped through the door and seeing Carl in the other room rushed to say hello. Mr B followed behind smiling at the startled Nicole who could only offer the invitation to enter after the event.

"Oh thank you er yes come in... please do."

She put her gift on a kitchen surface and shook the man's hand.

"And your name is... ?"

The man looked a little surprise by her question then saw Carl approaching.

"Mr Buggerman." He said shaking her husband warmly Nicole feeling her temper rising a little. Carl grinned and nodded looking back at his sexy wife, giving her a "calm yourself" stare.

Nicole was just about to ask the question again when suddenly Madison shrieked in theatrical delight.

"The house is beautiful, absolutely beautiful!" At which point the perplexed couple beamed back in pride at their unexpected guests.

Mrs B wasted no time in sitting on the luxurious leather coach patting the fabric telling Carl to join her; meanwhile Mr B was already popping the cork on the bottle.

"Do we have some glasses my dear?" He asked to Nicole as she struggled to keep up with the pace of events.

"What? Oh yes no problem."

By the time Nicole had return with four tall glasses of champagne Carl and the Buggerman's were laughing and talking animatedly. She sat herself down smiling at their new neighbours now able to get a good look at them.

Madison was maybe mid forties. It was hard to tell exactly as her features were tightly defined her figure well toned. It looked like she went to the gym every day. Only the slight crows feet around her eyes told her she was probably ten years older than her firm body might suggest. She had oil black bobbed hair and rosy red lips. As she smiled her eyes flared with thick massacred lashes. It occurred to Nicole that on reflection she was quite pretty.

Madison raised her glass and the crystal of each chimed together as they copied her action.

"A toast to your new home." She shouted triumphantly.

Everyone drank and Nicole realised that the unpacking could wait. This couple were so enthusiastic; interested in everything they had to say. Mr B nodded intently hanging on Nicole's every word about their jobs, old home etc, etc. He was also mid aged but lean with a narrow beaky face. They both had refined accents and held themselves with a confident pose. Nicole had to admit they seemed an odd match in looks; but in politeness and charm they were definitely soul mates.

As the wine bottle emptied Madison put a hand on Carls knee. Nicole's handsome man seemed to shrink a little in his chair then wiped his blonde brow looking a little uneasy. His uncomfortably close guest in the black dress and boots was explaining their arrival.

"I just said to Mr B didn't I dear? When we saw you viewing the house we thought if they ever move in we should definitely pay them a visit."

Mr B nodded finishing his drink, "that right dear we certainly did."

Madison continued her hand still on Carls knee her eyes open wide like an excited child. "We thought you looked like such a nice sexy couple."

Nicole nearly spat her last mouthful of wine on her brand new carpet and she burst into giggles. She thought her reaction was odd not what she might normally do. But in this case these pair were comical and the drink had already gone straight to her head.

"Well, splutter! Er thank you," she giggled again; a little red faced. "I'm not sure that's my first reactions on seeing new people but... thanks."

She then looked over at her husband with a sharp stare her composure returning a little. That hand on his knee was really starting to piss her off. Carl seemed to be frozen in his seat the woman's fingers like a giant tarantula edging up towards his torso.

Madison winked at Carl her hand moving higher her well boned striking good looks appearing to mesmerise him. Nicole knew she should protest but struggled to think what to say. She then quite un expectantly made a slight moan realising her knees were now weak and her head was beginning to feel like the inside of a hot air balloon.

"What's wrong with me?" She thought, and then groaned again as the drink filled her veins. She felt very disorientated and warm like a blanket was shrouding her. She didn't get drunk that easily these days, did she?

Mr B stood up placing his empty glass next to the rest.

"Just relax Nicole don't try to move too suddenly or you'll collapse."

He headed for the kitchen without any more explanation adding." Now where's that little gift of ours?"

Madison's hand was nearing Carl's crotch as he also put his hand to his head the room seeming to throb in from the walls in rhythm to his heartbeat.

"I'm not feeling to good I think I need..."

"Was the drink a little strong for you too?" Madison asked sympathetically then she looked back to Nicole the blonde beauty still trying to extract her self from a seated position.

"Now what did Mr B say silly girl?" She chastised playfully.

Nicole's hand slipped and she rested back on her butt. Getting up had suddenly turned into an Olympic event.

"A concoction of barbiturates and Viagra," Madison explained. Then licked her lips.

"But like anything, drink it enough times and you develop a resistance."

Mr B returned to the room holding the ribbon box in one hand feeling his crotch with the other.

"Some resistance," he laughed adjusting his cast iron erection as it tried to escape his pants.

Mrs Buggerman looked back at the intoxicated Carl opening his knees putting her hand on his jean zipper. His cock was bulging trying to unfurl inside the fabric the sensation painful but his body unable to shift his weight to release it. He felt limp everywhere else like all the bones had been sucked out of him and his arms could bend like rubber.

His words were now just a dribble of spit as the wave of drugs overcame him.

"I see your feeling the effects of the Viagra too," Madison said. Then giving Nicole a sexy knowing wink over her shoulder she began fiddling with his zipper adding; "let me help you with that trapped monster my dear."

Nicole made a silent gasp her lips open but incapable of getting the words out. The view was ridiculous and obscene. Her husband so broad and strong, rocking like a street drunk the dirty bitch eagerly opening his jeans cooing in delight at what she found.

His cock shot upright and proud like a rocket. She could see the effects of the Viagra on the normally potent man. His veins were bulging the cock rigid as possible his foreskin drawn back in a painful yawn as his skin tightened to the limit.

The talon fingers of Madison were caressing the bulbous head forming a fist, gently wanking down his shaft.

In only a matter of minutes the couple had been plunged into a shocking crazy half-life. It was mid afternoon kids playing on the street the sun beaming through gaps in the drapes. But in this room the walls felt as black and as claustrophobic as a pit.

Mr B put his hand on Nicole's shoulder and for the first time since meeting she felt sternness in his actions as he pushed her down against the backrest.

"Sit and watch," he said calmly then placed the box on the coffee table and slowly undid the ribbon.

Across from her Madison slowly ever so slowly held her husbands cock. Nicole could see it throbbing in her grip her hand teasing back his foreskin Carl groaning but unable or unwilling to move

"Oh Carl," She groaned, Nicole wanting him to help her, and stop letting that witch touch him.

The waif housewife felt like her vision was turning to a white tunnel then opening then closing. She realised she was drugged but felt confused like it was a dream. The beak nosed man was slowly opening the box then he turned it on its head the items dropping onto the coffee table almost in slow motion. The thuds of impact deadened by her dulled senses.

There was a tube of Vaseline and fat black banana shaped dildo with hip straps

As it hit the table with a long heavy thud Madison giggled in delight.

There was also a strange leather bridle and reins with 4 inches wide metal ring;

and finally a pair of handcuffs.

"This is for your mouth," Mr B said holding up the mouth O-bit and bridle. His wife reached for the cuffs, "and these are for your husband," she explained

Madison studied the disoriented man still holding his rod like a plane joystick.

"He's very well drugged but lets not risk it. We don't want him to spoil the fun, do we dear?"

With that Mr B pushed the still useless groaning man forward in his seat pulling his normally strong arms behind his back clicking on the cuffs. Madison pushed his chest back and Carls head snapped on the backrest his eyes rolling, another groan from his mouth.

Nicole shook her head refusing to believe the scene. Her husband like a rag doll this pair of smiling invaders man handling him into a trussed complaint position. The sexy housewife tried to move again but it was like a dream, unseen hands pinning her down.

Her mind was in panic. "Oh heavens what's happening?"

Mr and Mrs Buggerman could now focus on Nicole. She was still half reclined on the settee her knees turned in skirt riding up. Her blouse was loose and she shook her head slowly as if drunk while the couple first ripped open her blouse pulling it from her shoulders, then tugged her tight skirt down to her ankles then off over her heeled sandals.

Nicole was near useless at resisting her limbs like jelly her thoughts the most solid thing she had.

"Oh God they're stripping me! In front of CARL!"

The couple worked quickly and dominantly.

"That's it my dear lets see how lovely you are."

Carl watched his sexy partner. The couple were delighted stroking her long waxed legs feeling along firm thighs to her hourglass waist. Her hair was cascading onto slim slightly freckled shoulders. Her white bra and briefs looked flimsy and venerable as the couples hands pinned her arms, opened her thighs, tugged her head back in exploration.

"Oh yes; Nicole what a fine filly you are."

He could see the ugly beaked nose man with his pawing fingers roaming over her body his lips licking his admiration evident. The woman too had blazing carnal eyes and she kept looking back at Carl clearly enjoying the fact he was watching the show.

"You're wife is sooo hot isn't she?"

"Please no" Nicole mumbled feeling slightly less groggy the world hardening a little at the corners of her vision. "Carl, doooo something!"

The couple hooked their fingers inside her briefs ripping them away. Nicole pleading back at her husband; her eyes showing disgust at his titanic erection. "Carl HELP ME!"

But her husband just looked back with a drowsy, detached expression.

He tired to move but it was pointless, he wanted to tell her he couldn't control himself or his cock but he realised hopelessly that even if he could get the words out she might not believe him.

Then her bra was unhooked as Nicole tried to take control and fight back.

Mrs B slapped her across the face and the sexy blonde only felt half the impact her senses numb. Her small firm tits stood out her rib cage showing a little as she thrust her chest trying to lift herself away from the fiends.

"Behave," demanded Madison forcing her back in the settee.

Nicole's was pinned her figure diminutive but firm her body like a polished alabaster statue; ultra white and flawless. Mrs B then gave a satisfied smile.

"Now honey open those thighs wide for my husband."

The naked woman shook her head but it wasn't a request. It was a statement of fact as the crazy couple gripped her beautiful legs making her spread for examination.

"Oh God Please noooo!"

Mr B's head dived between her thighs his nose like a pecking bird his tongue licking down her slit as his wife helped him open Nicole to an embarrassing dominated angle.

"That right honey show my husband how hospitable you are."

Carl wanted to scream seeing the balding head of the man between his wife's thighs. Nicole's back was arched her chest thrusting up as if in torment. Her position looked sexy as hell high heeled sandals and those long legs allowing her to keep her feet firmly on the floor; her hands gripping the fabric in relief her mouth open in horror as slurping noises filled the room.

Mr Bs tongue curled around the opening pink lips of her sweet hole his nose rubbing her bud his hands cupping under her lifting her ass, pushing her sex around his delving muscle making her swallow him inside.

She shook her head repeating no over and over but her hands felt like lead and she had to sit there, legs apart like a complaint whore. Her face turned to Carl but his eyes said it all. Madison was on her knees in front of him pushing his thighs apart her head taking long deep slurps on his drug induced cock. The sensation was fantastic and his eyes rolled as he groaned in embarrassment, both for himself and his wife.

It was mid afternoon in their bright fresh home and the couple seemed to be in a world of fantasy. Two neighbours down between their legs pleasuring them intently, expertly even, both Nicole and Carl ashamed by their own groans, and disgusted by their partner's similar noises.

The Buggerman's concentrated on their jobs taking their time to lick and fondle neither speaking, both intent on making their unwilling friends enjoy the attentions.

The curly blonde Nicole bucked a little in her seat Mr B's mouth like a vacuum nozzle drawing her insides from her. His tongue licked her flesh rim, his nose tapping her clit. Mrs B's tongue was like an eel curling around Carl's bell head, her talon fingers gripping his balls. Her sucking action like she was siphoning gas from a cars tank.

Mr Buggerman decided to move things along. He pushed back then stood rolling Nicole onto her tummy making her knell on the settee.

The stunning woman felt ashamed of how easily the man controlled her. Like she was his toy, his life size fantasy doll.