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Cheryl heaved a sigh of relief. She bent to put her bottoms back on, as Eddie went out the front door. When she looked up, both of the men left wore similar sly smiles. "Ok, guys, you had your fun with me, ha ha," she said, as she tucked the card in her bikini's waistband.

"Are you looking for this?" the bald man teased, holding up her bikini top. She saw that the other one held her robe and shirt behind his back.

"Very funny guys, giv'em back," she said, nervously, as the men began to circle her. "C'mon, guys, quit it!"

The two men, teasing, tossed her bikini top back and forth over her head just out of her reach. She bounced between the two of them, like a topless pinball. Because of their size, she felt so helpless. To make matters worse, they were also taking every opportunity to pinch her ass or cop a quick feel.

The bald man finally turned and started walking through the house, holding the scrap of cloth over his head. Cheryl slowly followed, her hands clutching her breasts. Her ass was also receiving playful slaps from the other man as he herded her along. She was thankful that the house was otherwise empty. She saw the bright light of day and figured, with some relief, that she was finally being led out to the pool area.

Cheryl stepped out onto the patio. The bright sun temporarily blinded her, and its heat hit her like a fist. When her eyes focused, she saw the blonde nearby sitting in a pool chair, wearing only a small Confederate flag bikini. There was an empty chair next to her.

Cheryl wanted to sit down, but she wanted her top back, too. She saw the bald man waving it in the air, standing by a small pool house. Sighing at this juvenile game, she walked towards the pool house. But she stopped suddenly, as she realized she was acting like a rat following the scent of cheese, and she didn't want to be trapped like one.

"Looks like I'm going to be sunbathing topless," she said, and then she stuck her tongue out, in the bald man's direction.

As she started to turn around, the man who was following her scooped her up off her feet and carried her squirming body into the pool house. She cried out to the blonde for help, but only heard a giggle, as the pool house door slammed shut. Cheryl was tossed onto an old wicker love seat. She got up quickly and tried to run to the door, but just bounced off the bald man and fell to the rubber matted floor.

"Please, guys, don't hurt me," Cheryl pleaded.

The men turned to each other and shared an evil laugh. The bald man turned back to Cheryl with a sly smile. "Didn't you hear what Eddie said? No one will hurt you here."

"Then let me out of here!" Cheryl cried out.

"But didn't you also hear him say 'take care of her, guys?'"

"C'mon, guys, let me go!" Cheryl pleaded, as she shifted back over to the love seat.

"Oh, we will," the bald man chuckled, while he tapped on the front of his pants. "But first you're gunna have to 'finish what you started.' Eddie also said that. Remember?"

When he moved his hand, Cheryl gasped, seeing that his pants were definitely "happy."

"No way!" Cheryl cried, as the men crept forward. "I'm marr...." She reflexively covered her mouth with her hand, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly pushing papers didn't seem that bad. But they didn't seem to notice.

"Talking time is over. Time to use them sultry red lips for a better purpose," the bald man sneered. He pulled her off the love seat and onto her knees. "Don't say you never dun this before."

She tried to scamper away, but the bald man grabbed her ponytail. When she looked up, the other man had already dropped his pants and was pulling his cock out of his boxers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure looking in one of the windows (and it had blonde hair).

Cheryl tried to move out of the way of the advancing cock, but the bald man was controlling her head. She felt a hand on her breast and it quickly went for a nipple twister. She let out a squeal. It was the opportunity the man standing in front of her was looking for, and he quickly stuffed his semi hard cock into her open mouth. She gagged, as the bald man began pushing her head back and forth on his partner's cock.

She gasped (for air), when they finally gave her second to breathe. She also gasped (in surprise) when she saw another face in the window. Recognizing Jack's slick black hair, her mind was racing. She took the cock back in her mouth. This time the bald man didn't need to push and pull; now she slurped on the cock, freely.

("Was this Jack's plan all along?" she thought. "To seduce the blonde.") She felt the bald man's hands wrap around her breasts, and this time he caressed them. It reminded her that she had never been with two men before, except in her dreams. Her husband's face suddenly flashed before her mind's eye, and she stopped sucking. But the big goon just grabbed her ears and started fucking her face.

("Geez, what choice do I have?" she thought.) She started sucking again to try to stop the gagging face fuck. Her quick excuse to herself: She was undercover, and with Jack and her target, Maria, watching, she figured she wasn't in any real danger...if she just cooperated, anyway.

She hoped Jack knew what he was doing. And she also hoped her husband would understand.... Besides, though she'd never admit it, sucking cock while being pawed at -with an audience watching -was starting to really turn her on. And when she felt a hand slip into the front of her bikini bottoms a couple of minutes later, she wondered if the hand's owner would know. His quick laughter was the answer.

"Man, this bitch is good to go," the bald man said, pulling on her hair. "Here, have a taste." His slimy fingers slipped into her mouth, and after a slow start, she licked them with real enthusiasm. Although it had been a while, it wasn't the first time she had tasted her own pussy juice.

("If they want to freak me out, they're gunna have to try harder than that," she thought with a smirk.) She didn't even get flustered when, a few minutes later, the goon in her mouth started cumming; she had used the interval to prepare for the inevitable. It also brought back some "backseat" memories, from her teenaged years.

The bald man pulled back on her hair again. She opened her mouth gratefully when she saw a silver flask in his hand. But she gagged and shuddered, as the flask's contents burned her throat. ("Cheap men, cheap whiskey," she thought.) Still, when she saw the bald man unzipping his fly, she hoped he had more whiskey in that flask. She had a feeling she was going to need it.

It was much, much later when Cheryl stumbled out of the pool house. The sun was considerably lower in the sky. She scrambled into the pool, not even pausing to take off her shoes. Submerging briefly, she ran her hands over her tender flesh. A lone water chair floated by, and she climbed on top of it. It was a struggle; her whole body ached. Once aboard, she finally relaxed, letting the cool water wash over her lower body. It was soothing.

She paddled until she could see the pool house where she had been for quite a while. She wondered just how long it had been. She could see that there seemed to be movement from inside. The big goon slowly walked out the door and offered a wave. She just shook her head, remembering that he shot off in her mouth and then still came back for more. The bald guy followed. He just smiled. She knew it was a satisfied one, since he had enjoyed both her mouth and her pussy. He seemed get a charge out of switching back and forth between the two.

Two more of the guys walked out and never even looked her way. Cheryl laughed. She felt they might be a little more than just friends, although they still had their fun with her. When one fucked, one got sucked. But Cheryl felt like they were showing off for each other and the other men and that she was just their prop.

Cheryl could see one more figure in the pool house, and she knew who it was. She remembered the look on Jack's face when he walked into the pool house: pure lust. He had watched her with four men, and he wanted to be number five. Yet he announced that he wasn't there for a blowjob, and he wasn't there for a shot at her cumdripping pussy. Cheryl shivered, just like she did earlier in the pool house when he said he wanted to fuck her ass. It wasn't exactly a first for her, but it was a first with a cock the size of Jack's.

Cheryl splashed some water on her face, as it burned again. And not from the setting sun. There were some things that puzzled her. She tried to work out the questions that danced in her head. Like when Jack first walked in, why didn't anyone seemed surprised? Why did she let Jack join in, especially after he announced his intentions?

Where did the lubricant come from? Where did Jack learn to use his fingers like that, to open her asshole? Why wasn't she more scared when she felt Jack's impressive cock knocking on her backdoor? Was that the most powerful orgasm she's ever had? Was it the mixture of pleasure and pain? Or was it because everyone was watching? And when he was through, why did she have to suck off the bald guy and the goon one more time?

Cheryl splashed some pool water into her mouth and spit it out, wondering why she didn't do more of that earlier. She thought about the blonde, next. Why did the girl come inside the pool house and stand in the corner when Jack was butt fucking her? But why did she leave so soon and miss Jack's cum shot?

A naked Jack walking out of the pool house and into the pool interrupted her thoughts. He swam over to her. "Enjoying the water?"

Cheryl nodded with a smile, although she felt awkward.

"That's good baby, but this isn't the place we should be hanging around in, if you know what I mean."

Cheryl did. She quickly flopped off the chair, and they made their way out of the pool. There were no towels around and Cheryl couldn't find her pool bag. Jack was dressing in the pool house, and Cheryl really didn't want to go near it, but she finally made her way over.

"Jack, I can't find my stuff. Where are my clothes?" she said, standing in the doorway and primly averting her eyes.

"No clue, anything important in your bag?"

Cheryl thought about it. "Nothing really, just a towel, some sun block...."

"Alright, then, forget it," Jack said, interrupting. "Here, take this." He unbuttoned his shirt and passed it to her. She cringed, because she was wet, and the white shirt immediately turned transparent, but it was the best she was going to get. Jack carried most of his clothes in a bundle as they hurried back through the house towards the front door.

"Hey, here it is," Jack said, scooping up her pool bag from the foyer floor. Cheryl, though more confused than ever, didn't linger.

Jack opened the passenger door and helped her in. Dropping the bag at her feet, he circled around to the driver's side, jumped in, and took off with a roar. Curiously, the front gate was open.

"Jack, what the heck just happened? I mean... is the blonde coming over later? But forget that, why did you let those guys do that to me? Was there a screw-up?"

"Ah, well, interesting word," he said with a laugh. "No, I think things went swimmingly!"

"Funny, Jack," Cheryl sneered.

"Ok, we have some drive time, I guess I can tell you now." He turned off the car's radio. "Well, you see, it goes like this. It's a small world sometimes, where people know people and their kinks."

"Jack, don't talk like you're trying to bullshit a jury," she snapped. "I just want to know what the fuck's going on."

"Ok, ok, I guess you'll find out everything anyway," he said, pointing at her bag between her feet. "Look in the bag."

Cheryl opened the bag and saw some anonymous videotapes had been added to her stuff. "What are those?"

"Tapes... surveillance tapes. That's what we came after, after all."

"What?"

"Yeah, that's what this was all about."

"Huh?"

"You see Cheryl, some things are easily explained...and some not."

"I object!"

"Sorry, Cheryl. So, ah, here are the facts. Mr. Carrasso would never talk to me. I'm defending his rival, after all. He'd like to see him rot in jail, but he wouldn't testify to do it. That's not his style. And his daughter would never admit to sleeping with Porrello, period. She knows it would kill her father if he knew. I think that's kind of why she did it. And that sex tape. It doesn't exist anymore -and neither does the informant who saw it."

"Wait, slow down.... Murder...? How do you know all of this?"

"It's my job."

"Don't be a smart-ass!"

"Sorry.... Well, I grew up around here. I know these people. And I wasn't always a lawyer.... Besides, it wasn't murder...just a permanent vacation."

"Oh, that's much better. But I'm still a little confused.... What's up with the tapes?"

"You are."

"What?"

"Yeah, they're tapes of your little performance today, although I'm not sure 'little' is the right word."

"Stick to the explaining, please," Cheryl said, noticing his eyes slide downward to her wet chest.

"Well, the house and the pool house was wired. Honestly, I think it's to keep an eye on his daughter."

"His daughter?"

"Ah hum, yeah, she is strictly off-limits. The last guy who even touched her hair got his dick chopped off."

"That's why you guys never.... Oh my!"

"Yep, as much as I'd have liked to. Me and every guy in there...."

"So you guys settled for me."

"Oh, there was no 'settling' there, believe me. I wouldn't have gone through all of that just to 'settle.'"

"Gee thanks, I think. But what was this really about then? Did you just want to see me suck cock and get fucked? Or get gang-banged? You surely didn't do this just so you could fuck me.... And why did it have to be in the ass? And why the fuck are you laughing?"

"Sorry, but I must say, I enjoyed myself.... And I know you'll never admit to liking it, so I won't even ask, but I know you did, too."

"Oh yeah," Cheryl groaned, but deep down, she had a feeling he was right. "So now you have the tapes for proof. Is that it?"

"Sort of."

"Explain."

"Well, I have the tapes, and on our way back to my place I'm going to stop at a trusted friend's house, and he's going to do some editing."

"What's to stop me from destroying the tapes right now?"

"Nothing, go for it, if you want," Jack said, deciding to tell her the whole truth now. "The tapes aren't for me, anyway."

"Oh, yeah, then who?"

Jack chuckled. "The one person who would probably enjoy seeing them the most."

"What, you gunna show'em to our boss?"

"Not even close, although he played his part well. Think again."

"Jack, stop teasing me. I'm tired."

"I'll bet you are...but I hope you have enough energy for some more."

"More?"

"Yeah, back at my place. You know I promised you a threesome."

"Only if we couldn't get her to talk.... But... wait... you just said she was off-limits."

"Oh, Carrasso's daughter is, that much is true. But it's not with her."

"Look, who says I'm going to do it anyway? Even though I still don't know what the fuck you are talking about.... Lawyers!"

"Oh, I think you will, when you see him -and her, for that matter."

"Her?"

"You see, truth be told, this isn't even about Carrasso's daughter... you'll soon be eating my girlfriend's pussy."

"Yeah, right! Girlfriend? Wait, I thought you two split." He just smirked. "Fuck you Jack! Don't be fooled by my actions today. I did it 'cause I thought it was, well, something I had to do for the case -and like I had a choice. But I'm not a whore. I'm not having sex with you and your ugly ho."

Jack laughed. "You didn't think she was ugly when you saw her."

"Yeah, when was that?"

"Today."

Cheryl scrunched her face. "Huh?"

"Yep, you can't tell me she isn't hot -especially in that Confederate flag bikini."

"But I'm still not having sex with you and her."

"You're right, you're not!"

"What?"

"You're having sex with my girlfriend and the main person behind this whole day: your husband."

"Huh? My husband?"

"Yep."

"Wait a fucking minute!" Cheryl screamed. "If your girlfriend was there.... Oh you asshole!" she punched him in the shoulder, and the car swerved.

"Easy, don't get us killed here."

"I can't believe you guys. That wasn't even Carrasso's house was it?"

"Nope, close though, two doors down. Just rented it for the day from that short guy in the slick black suit for the price of one naked woman."

"And the big men?"

"Just some guys I use to play high school ball with. They used to block for me, although we never did anything like THAT in high school."

"Oh, you ass," Cheryl said with another punch. "And here I was thinking...."

"Yeah, all an illusion."

"And the tapes are for my husband aren't they?"

"Now you're getting it. He said he likes to watch. Although, I personally don't get it. I mean, if I had a woman like you, I would keep her all to myself."

"Uh huh, but you will share your woman with us?"

"That part of the plan doesn't really thrill me, just like when my buds threw a curve at me and made ME strip in the foyer.... Assholes! That wasn't supposed to happen, but I can't wait to see the tape of your search, if your hubby lets me. And don't get mad at your husband, the three way wasn't really his idea, either. Although he didn't fight it too hard."

"I bet!"

"The idea was Kimberly Ann's... that's my woman's real name. Let's just say... um... she has a thing for three-ways. It'll be her, you, and for the first time another man... your hubby... but it's a one-time deal. That's the only way she would agree to the whole thing, when the three of us talked it over at last year's Christmas party. But she didn't have blonde hair back then."

"So you guys have been planning this for... like six months. Oh, that rat-bastard husband of mine! He even said this morning that he didn't remember you."

"He said that was the hardest part... keeping secrets from you. But now you know."

"Oh my god, even the boss knows!" Cheryl gasped, as she remembered her meeting with Griswald.

"Calm down, he doesn't know shit, as usual," Jack said, with a chuckle. "All I'll tell him is that we went to Carrasso's today... which we did, sort of, and he refused to meet with us...which is what he did when I phoned last week for a meeting."

"But still..." Cheryl whined.

"So this is between the four of us. Oh, and my guys know nothing more than that they were helping fulfill a soccer mom's fantasy. But I think you fulfilled some of theirs as well. A couple of 'em are married, too. So they won't talk."

"God, I'm so embarrassed."

"Yeah, well, that will wear off."

"You sound so sure."

"If your fantasy was, say, to wear a diaper and drink cow's milk right from the cow, while a midget tickled you, THAT you could be embarrassed about."

"Shut up!" Cheryl said, with a giggle.

"Really now.... Once in your life, you wanted to know what it was like to be controlled by a group of men. I don't see a problem with that."

"But Jack, I see a small problem," Cheryl said, a small smile forming on her lips.

"What's that?"

"What if I liked it so much that I want to do it again?"

Jack smiled. "Well, all you have to is whistle. Just put your lips together and blow...."

The End