Desperate Measures

The Arrangement

For weeks, George had been living with the realization that he and Carol's financial situation was growing worse by the day. Bills were piling up faster than they could pay them, the credit cards were nearly maxed out, and each month seemed to end with even less money in the bank than the one before.

George had spent the better part of the last three days rehearsing ways to bring up their worsening finances with his wife Carol, finally abandoning refining the message when he realized there was no sugarcoating it.

Up to this point George had been procrastinating, hoping some miracle would happen preventing him from telling Carol how bad things really were.

But money problems rarely solve themselves, no matter how long you wait.

Their kitchen renovation that was supposed to increase the value of their home had instead turned into a long, expensive disappointing lesson, complete with delays, subcontractors who vanished without explanation, and skyrocketing expenses that grew larger by the day.

One by one, the credit cards had gone from "almost no balance" to being "maxed out,".

The mailbox had become a thing George dreaded. Each day it held another envelope, and each envelope seemed to carry a little more proof that the money was running out.

George had procrastinated long enough. It was time to come clean and tell Carol how bad things had become.

They sat together while the rain fell steadily outside. Carol was barefoot and wore one of George's shirts. She rolled a wine glass between her palms. George sat across from her, looking down at the unpaid invoices and collection notices scattered over the table. The bills seemed to spread farther each time he looked at them. Neither of them spoke. The bills on the table said it all.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The bills lay between them on the table, and it seemed there was nothing left to say that the papers had not already said.

Finally, Carol set the wine glass down and moved her chair closer to George at the dining room table.

"Okay, honey," she said quietly. "Out with it. How bad is it?"

"Well, another contractor's disappeared," he said quietly. "The bank won't give us any more time, and the credit cards are full." He looked down at the papers spread across the table. "That's it, Carol. We're broke."

That sounded even worse when he said those words out loud.

Carol stood and leaned against the table looking at the stack of unpaid bills and past-dues without a sound.

"The mortgage payment next month will drain what's left in our bank account," he continued. "After that..." George shook his head slowly. "I honestly don't know."

Carol had a worried expression on her face.

George glanced again at the stack of overdue bills on the table, as though there might be some mistake hidden among them, some number he had failed to see. But the papers stayed where they were.

"There is... one other option," he said at last. The words came slowly, as if each one cost him something. "And I hate that things have gotten bad enough for me to even think about it."

George fell silent. He kept his eyes on the papers. Outside, the rain beat steadily against the windows. His hands were folded on the table, but Carol could see the tension in them. It seemed to take all he had just to say the thing aloud.

"Well... Are you going to tell me what the option is," Carol said softly, "or just leave me sitting here in suspense?"

Before George could answer, Carol narrowed her eyes.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with your rich, morally questionable college friends Daniel and Greg, would it?"

George let out a breath and looked away. For a moment he seemed to study the rain on the window, as if the answer might be written there.

After a short pause, he nodded.

"Yeah," he said.

Carol closed her eyes and shook her head once.

"Of course it does."

George said nothing.

"The same Daniel and Greg who think every problem in life can be solved with enough money and a complete lack of shame?"

"That's them."

Carol gave a tired laugh. "I'm almost afraid to ask."

George stared down at the bills again. He turned one of the envelopes over with his thumb.

"You probably should be," he said.

"I ran into them at lunch last week and in the conversation I confessed how bad things had gotten for us financially."

"Greg called me yesterday. He and Daniel said they could help us."

"Let me get this straight, you told them about our finances?" she asked, clearly disturbed by the idea.

George nodded once.

"They made us an offer, honey," George said carefully. "Enough money to wipe out every debt we've got. Enough to keep the house. Maybe enough to start over."

A shadow crossed Carol's face.

"What's the catch?"

George drew a slow breath and looked at her.

"It involves Daniel and Greg."

She stared at him.

"Go on."

He hesitated.

"They want you to spend an evening with them at their villa," he said quietly. "And it isn't meant to be a social visit."

Carol blinked at him. For a moment she looked as if she had not heard the words correctly.

"What?"

George said nothing.

"Oh my God," she said at last. "You cannot possibly be serious."

George lowered his eyes.

"I told them no."

Carol pushed back from the table a little, staring at him in disbelief.

"Then why are we even talking about it?"

George glanced at the pile of bills. The envelopes were creased and worn from being handled too many times.

"Because we're out of options," he said.

The words hung in the room.

Carol looked at the bills, then back at George. What she saw in his face was exhaustion.

"You actually sat there and listened to their proposal?"

"I listened because they were offering a way out," George said. "Not because I liked what they were saying."

Neither of them spoke for a while. The rain kept falling, and the stack of unpaid notices sat between them on the table like something alive.

Carol fixed him with a long, incredulous stare. "All right," she said at last. "What, exactly, are they asking from me?"

"They want you to spend an evening at their villa," he said. "And to be completely clear, Greg says they're offering money for you to have sex with them--it's not a misunderstanding or implied arrangement, that's exactly what they're asking."

Carol continued to look at George, as if this was some kind of joke.

When George said nothing, the color drained from her face.

"They actually asked you that?"

George nodded.

Carol leaned back in her chair and stared at the rain-streaked window. For a moment neither of them spoke. The sound of the rain seemed louder now.

"And they thought that was acceptable?"

"I don't know what they thought," George said quietly. "I only know what they offered."

Carol gave a short, disbelieving laugh. "Twenty years without seeing us, and this is what they come up with."

George looked down at the bills scattered across the table.

"I told you I hated even bringing it up."

"It's not your fault they asked," Carol said. "But I can't believe they would put us in this position."

"I knew they found me attractive. Back in college they have repeatedly tried to get in my pants," she said slowly. "The flirting was very obvious. But this... this is something else entirely. It's insane. It's right out of the movie Indecent Proposal"

George gave a small, grim nod. "Yeah. That was my reaction too. The idea probably came from that movie"

"George... this is crazy," She shook her head, trying to process it. "So let me understand this, they're actually offering to pay off all our debt but in return I need to agree to sleep with both of them?"

"Yes," he said, a little too quickly. He hesitated, then ran a hand over his face, as if trying to scrub away the words. "That was the first thing I challenged him on. I didn't even want to keep listening, Carol. But Greg can be very persuasive."

He swallowed, gaze dropping to the floor. "He said it wouldn't be forced... that it would only be if you agreed. A... consensual arrangement." The last words seemed to cost him something. "We would be debt free and I kept thinking about losing all the things we worked so hard for."

"You trust these clowns?"

George hesitated.

"I trust they're serious about the offer," he said quietly. "And financially we are at the end of our rope honey."

"And where exactly will you be while I am with them?"

"I'd be there with you," George said. "The whole time. Ensuring your safe"

Carol stared at him, shaking her head.

"Safe huh... And if I actually agreed to this insanity?"

"They transfer the money once we agree to their terms," George replied. "Enough money to erase all our debt. But we both have to agree."

Carol slowly sat down across from him.

"I feel like I am in a bad dream. Obviously, you've already thought about this, haven't you?"

George nodded tiredly.

"I've thought about every possible way out of this mess. This is just the last option left."

"And somewhere in all that thinking," she said quietly, "you imagined that your wife might be crazy enough to say yes this insane offer."

"I imagined us keeping the house," George said. "Keeping our life together."

Carol was quiet for a moment.

"And you could really sit there while your rich college friends put their grubby hands on your wife?"

George looked down at the table.

"I honestly don't know. I tried to avoid thinking about that aspect of it."

The answer clearly bothered Carol.

"Well buddy boy, you'd better start thinking about that aspect of it," Carol said softly. "Because if we agree to this, that's exactly what's going to happen."

George closed his eyes for a second.

"I hate that we're even considering this."

"No," Carol whispered. "I don't think you understand how serious this really is."

George leaned back slowly in his chair.

"I need to see exactly what they want clearly spelled out in writing."

George hesitated before reaching for the printed agreement Daniel had emailed earlier that afternoon.

"Here"

Carol took the paper from George and started reading.

As her eyes moved down the page, her expression slowly changed from disbelief to discomfort.

"They really planned this out," she murmured. "Your perverted friends want to turn me into some kind of paid sex kitten."

Her eyes stopped on one line.

"Carol would obey verbal instructions throughout the evening."

She kept reading.

"She would allow herself to be restrained, posed, teased, and directed."

George watched her body tense.

"There would be extended periods of teasing and control intended to deepen Carol's submission and pleasure."

Carol took a slow breath.

"George would remain present throughout the evening and would not interfere unless agreed boundaries were violated. No one will be harmed."

For a few seconds she said nothing.

Then she lowered the paper onto the table.

"So basically," she said quietly, "they want me to be their sex worker for the evening. So, they can get their jollies."

George felt his chest tighten.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said quietly. "And the fact that I'm even sitting here asking you to consider something like this makes me feel ashamed of myself and sick to my stomach."

Carol looked at him steadily.

"And when Greg described all this... I kept thinking about the money instead of what it would actually feel like for you."

Carol walked closer to George and stopped beside him.

Then, without a word, she climbed gently into his lap.

Straddling him while the oversized T shirt rode higher against her bare legs. George felt her warmth immediately.

Carol's fingers slipped softly into his hair.

Carol rested her forehead gently against his and closed her eyes for a moment.

"Okay," she whispered at last. "If this is truly what it takes to save us... then we'll get through it together."

George let out a long unsteady breath he seemed to have been holding for hours.

"I love you."

Carol kissed his forehead softly.

"I know."

She pulled back just enough to look at him.

"I love you too, baby." Her voice sounded tired."

George sat silently for a moment, still struggling to process what exactly they were agreeing to do.

"Okay," he sighed. "I'll call Greg and let him know our decision."

He sat at the dining room table for several minutes staring at his phone.

Calling people seemed more stressful than it used to be. Texting gave you time to think, to consider what you wanted to say before anyone responded.

"Honey, putting this off is only making it harder," Carol said from nearby. "It's best to just get it over with before we both chicken out."

"I know. I'm just trying to find the right words."

"You've practiced this conversation several times already."

"You're right," George admitted.

Carol shook her head. "George, just call him. Financially, we don't really have another choice."

Rain fell against the dining room window as George stared at his phone, unable to find another excuse to delay the call.

Finally, he exhaled and called Greg.

Greg answered almost immediately.

"George, what a pleasant surprise."

"Hi, Greg."

"George! How are you and that beautiful wife of yours?"

"We're good." George hesitated. "Carol and I have had a chance to discuss the offer you and Daniel extended to us."

A brief silence followed.

"Do tell," Greg said. "And?"

George glanced toward Carol. She gave him a small, encouraging nod.

"We've agreed to your terms," George said carefully. "Both of us."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

"Really?" Greg said, sounding genuinely surprised. "Carol's completely comfortable with all of this too?"

George looked back at her. Carol nodded again, more firmly this time.

"Yes," George said. "We've talked it through thoroughly. We understand the terms of the arrangement."

Greg let out a slow breath, clearly pleased. "Well, that's wonderful news. I just wanted to be certain neither of you felt pressured into anything. Especially Carol."

George relaxed slightly. Greg's voice remained calm and friendly.

"When would you like to move forward with this arrangement?" George asked quietly.

"Would tomorrow work?" Greg replied. "We're staying at our lake house for the week."

George glanced toward Carol. She nodded.

"Tomorrow's fine," George said.

"Perfect. Come around five-Ish."

"Five works."

Greg then began explaining how to find the place.

The directions involved an abandoned gas station, a broken stone wall, and a left turn at what Greg described as "the big dead tree," which did not inspire a great deal of confidence.

"You'll think you're lost a few times," Greg said cheerfully. "That's normal."

Carol raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, and the place is called Blackwater Villa."

"Daniel named it," Greg said. "I told him it sounded a little ominous."

"Once you get close, there's a big sign out front. You can't miss it," Greg added.

George blinked. "Sounds good."

"We're looking forward to seeing you both," Greg said. "And tell Carol not to be modest with her attire. Daniel and I would love it if she wore something sexy. Maybe a sexy dress and heels."

George looked in Carols direction.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by the request, then slowly crossed her arms. "Well," she said quietly, "that's certainly specific. They're definitely candid about what they want."

George cleared his throat. "I'll... mention it to her."

"Excellent," Greg said, sounding genuinely pleased. "Tomorrow's going to be a very enjoyable evening."

"Right," George said awkwardly. "Well... we'll see you around five then."

"We'll be looking forward to it," Greg replied. "Drive safe."

"We will."

"Goodnight, George."

"Goodnight, Greg."

After the call ended, George lowered the phone.

Carol and George went to bed early.

Blackwater Villa

The next day Carol and George set out for Daniel and Greg's villa, which, according to Daniel, was "not that hard to find." They discovered this was true only in the same way shipwrecks are easy to find if you happen to be the lighthouse keeper who watched them go down.

The road carried them farther and farther into the woods until civilization seemed to have quietly given up on them altogether. Rain had fallen earlier, and the pavement reflected beneath the car headlights. Tall pines crowded the road, limiting their view.

Carol sat quietly beside George, peering ahead as though expecting either a deer or a serial killer to wander out of the trees.

Just as they were beginning to wonder if Daniel had accidentally sent them on a wild goose chase, the trees suddenly gave way and

Carol let out a low breath. "Wow."

Above the shoreline stood Blackwater Villa.

It wasn't so much a house as the sort of place wealthy people build after deciding that ordinary luxury has become boring. The villa clung to the ridge in stone and glass, its enormous windows glowing amber against the darkness below.

George shut off the engine, and suddenly there was only the sounds of nature.

Neither of them moved for a moment.

"Well," Carol finally said softly, still staring at the villa, "either this is going to go well and quickly... or we'll end up buried somewhere under those trees."

The unsettling thing was, at that particular moment, George honestly couldn't tell which seemed more likely.

Carol stared through the windshield at the house while rainwater fell softly on the hood.

"That's not a house," she said at last. "That's a friggin resort."

George looked at his wife in her dress.

That damn red dress had seemed like a good idea back at home when the evening still felt safely distant. Here, parked beneath this enormous mansion in the middle of nowhere, it suddenly much like a mistake.

The fabric clung softly to Carol's body in a way that made him suddenly regret ever encouraging her to buy the dress in the first place. The deep red material matched her lipstick closely enough to make her look even more glamorous.

Every so often a married man is reminded how fortunate he really is.

Carol caught him staring, which, to be fair, was hardly an unusual occurrence for George.

"You're doing it again."

"What?"

"Objectifying me"

That, unfortunately, was accurate.

His hands tightened unconsciously on the steering wheel.

"Well... maybe I am. Would you blame me?"

Carol lowered her eyes for a moment, smoothing the dress against her leg with small nervous movements she probably didn't even realize she was making.

"Honey, you can still stop this. It's only money, baby."

George hesitated.

"We already agreed to this," he said finally. "Let's just get it over with."

Outside, the villa glowed against the black lake like a place where expensive wine was served and knowing my perverted college friends, questionable decisions were routinely made.

George looked back toward the enormous windows of the house.

He knew that somewhere inside, two old college friends were already waiting for them.

Waiting to enjoy his wife.

The thought settled heavily in George's stomach. Not jealousy exactly, nor fear, but the peculiar anxious dread that accompanies realizing the agreement we made with Greg and Daniel is about to become real.

Carol reached over and took George's hand. He was trembling slightly.

"I'm scared baby as well," she admitted quietly.

George nodded.

Finally, Carol stared out toward the lake. "I still can't believe this is what it's come to."

George shook his head slowly. "Yeah. Me neither."

The lights from the villa glowed through the rain and trees ahead of them. The place looked expensive enough to pay off all their debts and then some.

Carol folded her arms tightly. "Part of me still wants to tell you to put the car in reverse and take us home."

"We can still change our minds," George said quietly.

Carol stared out at the rain on the windshield. "And lose everything we worked for?"

George didn't answer.

A figure moved past one of the enormous windows.

George recognized Daniel.

George looked at her carefully. "Should we leave."

Carol stared at the house for another few seconds before shaking her head.

"No," she said quietly. "If we're doing this, let's just get it over with. I'll take one for the team."

Daniel opened the front door before they reached the steps. Light from inside fell across the wet walkway.

"George is that you," he called calmly.

Then his eyes moved to Carol.

"and Carol, how lovely you are. So glad you came."

Greg appeared behind him a moment later with a drink in one hand.

"Well," he said, looking Carol over briefly, "What a lovely dress choice."

Carol instinctively folded her arms tighter across herself.

"You specifically asked for a dress and heels," she replied quietly.

"Well, you look lovely in it and the color red certainly suits you."

"Thankyou."

Daniel stepped aside and motioned toward the open doorway.

"Please welcome, come inside," he said.

Terms of agreement

When entering the villa, the first thing they noticed was the warmth, hitting them immediately.

A fire glowed along one wall, taking the chill out of the enormous room. Beyond the tall windows, the lake's dark reflection beneath the night sky. Soft jazz drifted from somewhere deeper in the house.

Daniel closed the door.

Carol stood in the middle of the room in her sexy red dress with her raincoat draped over one arm. George couldn't help noticing that both Daniel and Greg's eyes were glued on Carol. In fact, neither seemed able to take their eyes off of her.

Greg crossed slowly toward the bar and lifted wine glass. "Wine anyone?"

Carol nodded once. "Yes, thankyou"

Her voice a bit shaky.

Daniel watched her carefully now. "You're nervous aren't you Carol?"

"A little."

"That's understandable," he said calmly. "This is a lot to take in."

George watched Carol inhale slowly.

Greg handed her the wine glass carefully, his fingers brushing hers just enough to make the contact seem deliberate.

Carol's fingers traced the rim of her wineglass; her eyes locked on George as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. His friends, Daniel and Greg, lounged on the couch, grinning like wolves who'd already spotted their prey.

Then Daniel looked toward George.

"Before anything happens," he said calmly, "shall we talk about the rules?"

George nodded.

Daniel motioned toward the seating area near the fireplace. "Please make yourselves comfortable."

George and Carol sat down without a word. Carol sat beside George on the leather sofa while Greg stayed standing nearby wine in hand. Daniel stayed on his feet too.

"The arrangement is simple," Daniel said. "Nothing happens here unless everyone is in agreement."

"Understood," George agreed.

"It has to be that way," Daniel replied. "Otherwise, there's no point in going forward with the agreement. Once consent is given, uncertainty has to be left behind."

George felt Carol shift on the sofa beside him.

Greg set down his drink.

"What we're offering is a rather unusual arrangement," he said. "Carol and George, we will require Carol's willingness to fulfill our desires for the course of the evening. You will not be harmed we promise."

Daniel looked from Carol to George.

"And if either of you have second thoughts now's the time to back out. Do we understand the rules?"

Carol lowered her eyes briefly. "I understand."

George nodded.

Daniel continued.

"Very well then. Let's begin.", Greg stepped closer now, his attention fixed entirely on Carol.

"Carol, I have a little gift for you."

Carol looked up.

Without another word, Greg crossed to a nearby cabinet and removed a black box.

Her stomach tightened.

He carried it back and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.

"Open it please."

George glanced at Carol but said nothing.

Slowly, she lifted the lid.

Carol stared at the contents.

At first she wasn't entirely sure what she was looking at.

It appeared to be some sort of leather body harness. The leather straps were narrow, carefully fitted, and surprisingly elegant.

Finally, she looked up.

"It's a gift," Greg said. "I think it will fit you."

The room grew quiet.

Carol looked at Greg, then Daniel, then George.

She glanced back down at the leather straps.

"What exactly is this?"

"It's a leather body harness. It symbolizes your submission and commitment to this arrangement. The straps are designed to highlight every sexy part of you Carol. Your breasts will be exposed so we may enjoy looking at them."

"There is not much to it. I'll be completely exposed from bottom to top."

George was silent.

Greg folded his arms. "Exactly my dear completely exposed. We need to admire what we are paying for. Don't be shy. We are anxious to see what you have been hiding under that red dress."

Carol's pulse quickened. Then she quickly remembered what was at stake.

A small smile appeared at the corner of Greg's mouth.

"No time like the present. There's no place for modesty here anymore my dear."

Carol felt her pulse quicken.

A faint smile touched Greg's lips.

He nodded toward a hallway.

"There's a guest room down there. You can change in private."

Carol looked to George.

Their eyes met.

"The decision is yours," he said.

Carol rose and walked toward the guest room.

She closed the door behind her and stood for a moment.

Carol took the harness from the box and spent a minute figuring out which strap went where. Once she had sorted it out, she slipped it on and turned toward the mirror.

The leather crossed over her shoulders and followed the contours of her body before fastening at her waist. Polished silver buckles caught the light whenever she moved.

There was very little to it. All her intimate areas were on display.

That was clearly intentional.

Carol studied herself in the mirror. The straps seemed designed not to conceal, but to draw attention to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Every detail appeared carefully chosen, her bare breasts, her naked ass, her exposed partially shaved pussy.

It was undeniably intimate.

If she had been wearing it for George alone, she suspected she might have found wearing it pleasurable and exciting.

But tonight was different. She felt on display, exposed and embarrassed.

Carol opened the guest room door and stepped into the hallway.

For a moment she considered turning back.

Then she squared her shoulders and walked toward the living room.

The conversation stopped as soon as she appeared.

Three pairs of eyes turned toward her.

Carol felt her pulse quicken.

Greg was the first to speak.

"My goodness love."

A smile spread across his face.

"Carol, you look absolutely stunning."

She blushed.

Greg set his drink aside and slowly rose to his feet.

"The leather suits you far better than I ever imagined."

Daniel nodded in agreement.

"It does indeed."

Carol shifted her weight self-consciously. Her bare feet feeling the cold stone tile.

Finally, Daniel gestured for Carol to move toward the open space in front of the fireplace.

"Come here please. We need to see that gorgeous body of yours in better lighting."

Carol stepped forward, slow and unwilling, as though each step was forced.

"Relax, Carol," Daniel said, almost idly. "Greg and I just need to take at you in the light"

The words made the hair rise on the back of her neck.

Their eyes moved over her with deliberate thoroughness--unhurried, missing nothing.

"Turn around," he said. "Slowly. We need to see every square inch of you."

She hesitated.

The pause stretched just a fraction too long.

Daniel's smile returned, faint but deliberate. "I trust we're all still on the same understanding about the terms of this arrangement?"

Silence.

Daniel drew a little closer, his tone lowering as if to soothe. "We've invested a great deal to make this happen we simply want to admire what we're paying for."

For both Carol and George, it was the word paying that struck hardest, overshadowing everything else he'd said.

Behind her, George shifted in his seat, unable to sit still.

"Okay be patient with my wife please. That's enough," he said, cautiously.

George sat back in his chair. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, uneven.

"... Just don't rush her."

Daniel gave the faintest hint of a smile.

"Then there won't be any need to," he said lightly. "So long as everyone follows the arrangement, this can be a very pleasant evening."

Greg indicated for Carol to turn around again for another look at her sexy body..

Carol hesitated only briefly before obeying.

She turned and faced away from Greg and Daniel showing them her cute little ass.

"Wonderful, so tight and beautifully shaped," Daniel said.

When she faced them again, he nodded approvingly.

"Now spread your legs a bit."

Carol folded her hands in front of her and immediately felt awkward.

Greg chuckled.

"Not like you're posing for a driver's license photo."

Even Carol laughed at that.

She spread her legs and you could see the outline of her pussy. A small patch of heart shaped hair with her shaved pussy lips below.

"Much better," Daniel said. "That's it, don't be shy with us."

For the next few moments, they simply took in her naked body..

Taking in the sight of the woman who had accepted their invitation.

Finally, Greg smiled.

"You were nervous about wearing the body harness."

Carol nodded.

"Well yes, a little."

"And now?"

She considered the question.

"Still nervous."

Daniel gave her a small, knowing smile.

"It takes nerve," he said. "Letting yourself be vulnerable in front of others."

Greg nodded in agreement, his expression steady.

"And even more to choose it," he added.

Carol crossed her arms lightly, though her voice stayed steady. "I'm not sure I follow."

Daniel's gaze held hers.

"You had every reason to walk away," he said. "No one would have blamed you."

"But you came back," Greg said. "You stepped into it instead of hiding from it."

Carol felt a quiet shift inside her, something between pride and uncertainty.

"That's not small," Daniel said. "That's intention."

"And courage," Greg added.

Daniel walked to where Carol was standing, reaching out to trace a finger between Carol's bare breasts.

"We've been thinking about enjoying you all week."

George stood beside me, his hand brushing against Carol's, a silent reminder that he was present.

She squeezed his fingers before letting go.

Greg moved behind Carol, his breath hot against her neck.

"First rule of the evening," he said, his voice a whisper against Carol's skin. "You don't speak unless spoken to."

Carol bit her lip, nodding.

"Second rule," Daniel added, stepping closer, pressing his body against Carol's ass. "You do exactly what we say. Without questioning."

Carol's pulse quickened.

She could feel his breath on her neck, the way his cologne wrapped around her.

"And if I do question?"

Greg's hands drifted lower, gently popped Carol on her bare bottom. "Then I'll have to convince you otherwise," A shiver slipped down her spine.

She'd played this type of roleplay before with George in role play, but never with strangers. Never with men who looked at her like she was a sex toy they'd just unwrapped.

Daniel's fingers tilted Carol's chin upward, forcing her to meet his. "You're trembling, my dear," he said, his voice low and calm. "Don't be afraid. You're in good company here."

Greg's hands moved to Carol's hips, pulling her back against him.

She could feel the hardness of his cock through his slacks, pressing into the small of her bare bottom.

"Shall we get started." Daniel stepped back, his eyes fixed on Carol's. "Stay with me... and do as I say. First, I'm going to ask you to kneel for me."

Carol paused, aware of what was expected of her, then knelt on the floor in front of Daniel.

The tile pressed cold and unforgiving against her knees, the harness tight against her skin as she settled into position.

George was somewhere behind her--she could feel his eyes on her.

This was part of the agreement, the part George feared the most.

Daniel circled Carol, his shoes clicking against the floor.

"Place both your hands behind your back, hands together."

Carol obeyed, lacing her fingers together, the leather of the harness creaking as she shifted.

Daniel stood in front of Carol and looked at her for a moment, as if expecting her to do something.

"Open," Daniel said. Not a question.

Daniel's thumb brushed her lower lip.

Carol parted her lips, breathing faster.

His thumb pressed inside Carol's open mouth; she could taste the saltiness of Daniel's thumb probing her mouth.

Knowing what was at stake and guessing what Daniel expected, she obediently swirled her tongue around his thumb, earning an approving smile from Daniel.

"OH my," Daniel muttered, watching her face. "It seems you've done this kind of thing before."

Daniels hands gathered Carol's hair with a tug, tilting her head back. "Let's see well you obey."

Daniel began unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate movements. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops. He unzipped the front of his slacks and parted his boxers pulling out his semi erect cock for everyone to see.

A knot formed in Carol's stomach, but she didn't look away.

"I think you understand what comes next. I want you to suck my cock," Daniel commanded, guiding her head forward.

Carol opened her mouth, her tongue darting out circling the tip of Daniel's cock before he fully penetrated her mouth.

His cock was huge, already half hard, the skin smooth and hot against her lips. She took his cock in slowly, her jaw stretching to accommodate his growing member, her tongue working the underside of his shaft.

"Jesus," George breathed from somewhere behind her. She could identify his voice.

Daniel's grip tightened on her hair; he controlled the rhythm of Carol's mouth. "That's it. Just like that. Now take your hands away I only want to feel your mouth on my cock. Better yet hands behind your back again."

Carol struggled to take all of Daniels cock in, she let out a muffled sound and almost gagged.

While Daniel was fucking Carol's mouth, Greg kneeled behind her his free hand slid down Carol's back, his fingers tracing the straps of the harness before slipping between her thighs.

Carol gasped as his fingers found the entrance to her pussy, teasing her pussy lips open before encircling her clit. Teasing it with light strokes that made Carol squirm.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you're enjoying this." Carol whimpered, her hips gently rocking against his hand.

Daniel's cock twitched in Carol's mouth, and she redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling, her lips tight around his huge throbbing cock. The idea was to make Daniel cum quick and attempt to get it over with.

"Enough," Daniel growled, pulling back. His cock slipped from her mouth with a wet pop, and she gasped, her chest heaving.

"I can't have you getting me off too fast, I plan to enjoy you slowly." Daniel hauled Carol to her feet, his hands rough as he turned her to face the bed.

"Okay Carol my love. I need your hands on the bed mattress and your ass in the air."

She obeyed, bending at the waist, her palms pressing into the cool sheets.

The harness dug into her skin as she arched my back, offering her tight ass to them.

Carol felt exposed and vulnerable. George was trying not to watch.

The next move was totally unexpected. Daniel's belt came down on Carol's ass with a sharp *crack*.

She yelped, the sting radiating through her, her skin pink where he'd struck her ass cheek.

"Count them out Carol," Daniel ordered. "One," She gasped. Another slap. "Two." Greg's hand soothed the before Daniel struck again. "Three."

By the time we reached ten, Carol's ass was on covered with red stripped marks from the belt smacks, her skin slick with sweat, her breath ragged.

Greg's fingers slid between Carol's thighs again, teasing, taunting. "Such a good little slut wife for us."

Carol winced, her hips rocking back against his hand. Soon the mix of pleasure and pain was starting to get to her, she felt ashamed that she was becoming aroused. That was never supposed to happen.

Daniel's fingers joined Greg's, both of them working Carol's pussy, their touches rough, demanding. "Before we are done with you you're going to beg us to allow you to cum."

They worked on her pussy in tandem rubbing her clit over and over but each time stopping just short of allowing Carol to get off. They teased her time and time again, bringing her so close to release then stopping. They delighted in their medley of teasing and denial.

Finally, Carol could not resist anymore. She moaned frantically. It was obvious by her movements that Daniel and Greg's sexual stimulation on Carols pussy was having an effect. Try though she might and as embarrassing as it was she would eventually give in.

"Say it Carol. Ask for it. We know you want to cum." Greg growled.

Carol could only moan. She was weakening.

Daniel chuckled, his fingers slowing. "How delightful. Your pussy is getting very wet."

Carol groaned visibly frustrated, body trembling, legs shaking.

Daniel stepped back, withdrawing his fingers from Carols pussy.

"Stand up." She straightened slowly; her legs unsteady.

Greg's hands steadied her, his grip firm on her hips.

Daniel circled her, his eyes raking over Carol's body. Her body shaking.

"You're doing quite well," he murmured. "But we have much territory to cover after all we want to get our money's worth." Greg's hands slid up Carol's sides, his hands brushing the undersides of her tits. "Not even close to being finished with this beautiful woman."

Carol bit her lip, her body burning with anticipation.

She could feel George's eyes on her, and shame washed over her.

Carol felt Greg's touch, her breath faster as his fingers pulled her hard.

Daniel's hand cupped her chin, tilting her face up.

Daniel's tone was gentle but matter-of-fact. "I'm going to need you to raise your arms above your head for me, love."

Daniel glanced up at the ceiling. Following his gaze, Carol looked up as well and immediately spotted the long rope hanging from a large metal pulley. Its purpose was obvious.

Daniel pulled the rope taut, then carefully fastened Carol's hands above her head.

Carol suddenly felt helpless and exposed in the presence of both Greg and Daniel.

Daniel pulled the rope one more time causing Carol to stand on tiptoes to maintain balance. Then he tied the rope off securely.

The tension pulled Carol's arms up, stretched her body into a long, exposed line. Her breasts lifted. Her ribs became visible.

Now she was bound and naked, and her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.

Daniel knelt first. He was the quieter one, with gray eyes.

He took Carol's left bare foot in his hands, lifting it gently, and pressed his lips to the arch. A soft, reverent kiss. Then another, along the inside curve. It caught Carol off balance leaving only her wrists to hold her up.

Carol's was completely caught off guard. She had never imagined this, her feet, of all things. They were a dancers feet and a perfect size 6 and a half with high arches. A little soiled from the house floor. But Daniel held her foot as if it were precious, and when he opened his mouth and took her big toe between his lips, a shiver ran up her spine.

"Your feet are beautiful," he said, his voice low. " I can smell the beautiful musky scent.

Greg moved to her right foot. He was taller, broader, with a beard that grazed her instep as he leaned in. He didn't speak. He simply lowered his mouth to her sole and licked, a long, wet stripe from heel to toe.

Carol's was suspended slightly, but the rope held her up.

They worked in tandem, each man on a different foot, each with a different rhythm. Daniel was slow, deliberate, sucking each toe individually, running his tongue between them. Greg was more aggressive, his mouth open and hot, licking the whole of her sole, the ball of her foot, the tender curve of her arch. Their saliva pooled and cooled on her skin, making her feet glisten under the light.

Then Carol heard the sound.

A wet, rhythmic noise from somewhere behind her. She tilted her head, craning to see, and found George.

He was sitting in a leather armchair against the far wall, his pants undone, his cock in his hand. His eyes were fixed on her feet, on the glistening mess of saliva and skin, and he was stroking himself with a desperate urgency. His mouth was open. His breath came in ragged gasps.

Carol could not believe this was turning George on. She never took him for a voyeur.

Daniel smiled. "Let's see if we can turn this up a notch."

He reached the side and picked up a Hitachi magic wand from a small table. The cord snaked behind him as he straightened, and when he pressed the button, the deep thrum of the vibrator filled the room.

Carol's entire body tensed.

"Spread your legs," he said.

Carol struggled to obey. The rope pulled her arms, but she managed to widen her stance, and Daniel knelt in front of her. He didn't touch her with his hands. He simply brought the wand to her clit, pressing it into her pussy, the silicone head pressed against her slick wet snatch.

Greg kept licking Carol's bare feet. George kept stroking himself. And Greg held the vibrator in place, his eyes locked on Carol's, watching her body begin to shake slightly and her eyes were closed tight.

Daniel turned the vibrator up. The vibrator roared against her clit, relentless. Greg continued to suck her toes. George moaned behind her, cock in hand. The room began to smell of sex.

Carol was helpless, bound and naked, with her feet slick with saliva and a vibrator pressed to her clit, her body began to shake.

"Please, Daniel. Stop this. Please it's not right."

Daniel just smiled, soft and almost tender.

"I want to see you cum. Cum uncontrollably," he said.

Carol tried not to give in, she felt guilt for actually being aroused but the orgasm crashed through her like a storm, taking her pussy to new heights. She arched against the rope, her toes curling, her feet shaking, her mouth open. Greg held her feet, steadying her. Daniel kept the vibrator in place, letting her ride the wave until she collapsed, trembling and gasping, her body slick with sweat. Her pussy leaking fluid down her thighs.

When it was over, Carol hung from the rope, limp and spent.

Daniel turned off the wand and set it aside. He rose and cupped her face in his hands, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes.

"Beautiful baby, I bet we could go on most of the night. I'm sure that pussy has more life in it."

Behind them, George let out a final, shuddering groan as he shot his cum all over the floor, and the room fell silent.

The Space Between Surrender and Dawn

Carol's struggled to catch her breath, her eyes closed. The rope suspended her was pulling tight around her wrists.

Daniel's thumb traced the line of her jaw as she opened her eyes. The room came back into focus, the warm amber light from the candles revealed the shapes of the two men who had teased and tormented her.

"There she is," Daniel murmured, his voice rumbled low. "Stay with us Carol the best is yet to cum."

She tried to speak, she was spent. The only sound that emerged was a broken whimper.

Behind her, George was still catching his breath. She heard him move, heard the rustle of fabric, the soft thud of his knees hitting the floor as he cleaned up the mess he'd made. He'd watched everything. She knew that. She'd felt his eyes on her while Daniel worked the vibrator against her clit, while she had no choice but to cum for their entertainment.

Daniel's hands moved to the rope, testing the knots. "How do you feel?"

Carol managed to make a weary reply. "My wrists hurt a little."

"To be expected." He smiled. "You were exciting to watch."

Daniel circled behind her, and she felt his fingers working at the knots. The rope loosened, and she sagged forward, suddenly aware of how much of her weight had been held by the ropes.

George caught her, his hands firm on her waist, and guided her to the couch.

"Your wife is an amazing woman George. I hate to leave such good company, but I have other pressing business to take care of, I'll leave the rest of the fun to my good friend Daniel."

Greg smiled, seemingly satisfied with what he had experienced and excused himself leaving Daniel and George for the remainder of the evening. Greg kissed carol on the cheek as he was leaving..

Daniel seated himself on the couch next to Carol.

George watched Carol as Daniel pulled Carol onto his lap, her thighs trembling as she sank down onto his thick hard cock. The way her ass cheeks spread open around his shaft made George's dick twitch in his hand. George felt the need to touch himself, he wanted to savor the sight, the way her pussy lips stretched open to accommodate Daniel's massive member, how her tits bounced with every slow, deliberate roll of her hips.

Daniel motioned George closer.

George was mesmerized. Carol's eyes turned to George, her lips parted as she let out a breathy moan. She was so wet, her thighs glistening under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Daniel's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust up into her wet pussy, making her gasp.

George shuffled closer on his knees, and now his cock was already hard and leaking precum. Carol's bare feet, filthy from walking around the house all day but he didn't care. He wanted to feel those black soles on his cock. He wanted to use them. He wanted to shoot his cum all over them.

He angled his dick toward the soles of her feet, the tip brushing against her arch. She moaned again, her toes curling as George dragged his shaft along her dirt-streaked skin. "Gawd this feels amazing." George had a huge fetish for his wife's feet.

"Omg yes," she whimpered, her voice trembling as Daniel's cock pistoned in and out of her stretching her pussy to its limits. George could see his balls slapping against her ass, could see the way her pussy swallowed him whole every time she dropped down onto his massive shaft.

George pressed harder, his cock sliding up and down her soles making him groan. The sight of her dirty skin against his shaft was almost too much. He could smell her--sweat, sex, the faint musk of her pussy mixing with the scent of Daniel's precum.

"So, fucking good," George growled, his hips jerking involuntarily as he fucked his wife's dirty feet. Carol's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open as Daniel's cock hit that perfect spot inside her.

Daniel grunted, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his own release. George could tell by the way his fingers dug into Carol's hips, by the way his thighs tensed, and his feet began to curl. Carol's pussy clenched tight around him, her feet fluttering as her orgasm built.

"Oh," she gasped, her voice raw with pleasure. "Oh, gawd please, I'm gonna--"

George didn't let her finish. He pressed my cock against her sole, his balls tightening as he spilled over her foot, ropes of cum painting her dirty skin. The sight of her toes curling in pleasure, of Daniel's cock buried deep inside her as she came, sent him over the edge.

Carol collapsed against Daniel's chest, her body trembling as her pussy milked him. Her pussy was wet, red and leaking Daniels cum down her thighs in thick, white strands.

George and emptied himself on the soles of Carol's feet.

For a moment, they stayed like that--Carol sandwiched between them, her body slick with sweat and cum, her feet still glistening with George's mess.

George kissed the soles of her feet, wiping his cock on her calf before pulling her into his arms.

Daniel kissed her shoulder, his hands still possessive on her hips. "You're incredible," he murmured."

Daniel unbuckled the leather harness and let it fall to the floor. My love as far as I am concerned your debt is paid in full. He gave Carol a final hug and began dressing.

Daniel glanced at George. "The money's been transferred. You should see it in your account by morning."

George let out a slow breath. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Daniel replied. "Just get back on your feet."

He paused before leaving.

"And if things get rough again, call me. Call Greg. Nobody gets through life without help. If you need something, reach out."

George looked at Carol. For months, every conversation had been about bills, overdue notices, and problems they couldn't solve. Now there was at least a chance to start over.

"We won't forget this," he said.

Daniel smiled. "I know."

A minute later, the sound of his car faded down the road.

George closed the door and turned to Carol.

"Well," she said, "what do we do now?"

He thought about it for a moment.

"Tomorrow, we start cleaning up the mess. After that, we keep going."

Carol took his hand.

Carol slowly changed into her dress, and they left Blackwater hopefully for good.

George closed the door and stood quietly for a moment. The house felt different now, calmer somehow.

Carol sank into a chair and rubbed her tired eyes. The last few months had taken a toll on both of them, and neither had much energy left for speeches.

"So," she said, breaking the silence, "what happens next?"

George glanced at the stack of bills still sitting on the table. They hadn't disappeared, but for the first time they looked like a problem that could actually be solved.

"Tomorrow we call the bank," he said. "Then the credit card companies. After that, we make a plan and stick to it."

Carol nodded. "One step at a time."

He sat beside her and took her hand. Whatever had happened, whatever difficult choices had brought them here, they would have to live with them together.

George looked out the window and saw a thin band of moonlight breaking through the clouds.

"You know," he said, "for the first time in a while, I think we're going to be okay."

Carol squeezed his hand.

"Yeah," she said. "I think we are."

Neither of them knew exactly what the future would bring, but that night they both had hope.

Desperate Times sometimes call for Desperate measures.