HAREM SCAREM
Sam and Janet Knight were hosting their monthly bridge evening. There were two tables, as there had been for about three years. Sam and Janet were playing with Norman and Joan White. It was their turn to play with these partners. Sam heartily disliked Norman. He and Joan had taken the place of a couple who had moved away to San Diego. Norman was a software salesman. He was a big guy, blond, about thirty-five. In fact, all the players were in their thirties. Sam and Janet were thirty-four. Joan was thirty-two. Harry and Cybil Blaine were both thirty-six. Jonny Stuart and his wife Mary were thirty-three and thirty-two.
Sam had married Janet when he was twenty-eight, just out of the Army. They met when he was stationed at Fort Blinter, and she taught school nearby. They hit it off, and he courted her. Sam was a bland looking guy, 5’10”, 165 pounds. He was brown on brown, and still sported his short army cut. Janet was a striking brunette, 5′ 7″, slim. The couple had no children, but had decided to try for that soon.
When Sam decided to leave the service, he had computer skills that allowed him to start his own consulting firm, selling to the government. The couple moved to a Scottsburg, an upscale suburb near Washington. There they were invited to join a bridge group that formed in the neighborhood. Later Norman and Joan were invited. That development meant that Sam did not enjoy the bridge evenings as much as he had.
Since Norman and Joan joined, Sam had noticed an increasing tension on bridge evenings. He put that down to Norman, who was loud, brash and thoroughly annoying to Sam. He also tended to drink too much, which only increased his obnoxious behavior. When Sam and Janet hosted, Sam watered down Norman’s drinks, if he could. But it really didn’t do much good.
Janet turned away from Sam’s suggestion that the group find another couple to replace Norman and Joan. She and Joan had become very good friends, and the four women in the group seemed to have a lot in common. For about the last year and a half, the four had started doing a monthly girls’ night out. Janet always attended. Sam thought it was good for her. She always seemed happy when she came in from those, usually about midnight.
Since it was a Sam and Janet evening, Sam had been serving Norman watered drinks. But Norman was in high form, anyway. He was flirting openly with the three women married to others. He was especially flirting with Janet. Everyone else seemed uncomfortable, but no one said anything. Finally, when Norman put his hand on Janet’s thigh, Sam had had enough.
He said, “Cut that shit out, Norman. That’s my wife. You’re in my house. You’ve crossed the line.”
“Fuck you,” Norman slurred. “I’ve fucked every woman in this room, you idiot, including your precious wife.”
Sam looked quickly at Janet. Janet was looking down at the table. Sam looked at the others in the room, first Joan, and then those at the other table. None of the women would look at him. What’s more, Sam noticed, neither of the men would look at him either.
Sam had no doubt that Norman had, in fact, fucked Janet. He also knew that all the other people in the room were involved. He slowly stood up.
Janet seemed shaken by the developments. She knew her husband, and what he had done in the service.
“Sammy, Sammy, please. Don’t do anything to him.” She pleaded with her husband.
“He can try to do whatever he wants. I’ll fuck him up. I’m tired of tiptoeing around when he’s present. He needs to get with the program.” Norman was snarling. He had stood up. Sam and he were standing, facing each other over the card table. Norman was looming over Sam and the two women.
Sam didn’t say anything. He hit Norman in the throat, quick and hard. Norman fell back, clutching his throat. He went to his knees. Sam was around the table. He kicked Norman in the balls, very hard. Norman fell straight back. He didn’t move. Sam turned to Janet.
“You better have some explanation, bitch.”
The other four were now standing. Harry held his hands out in a placating gesture to Sam. “Sam, just take it easy. Take it easy.”
Sam looked at the four, Harry especially. “That asshole said he’d fucked your wife, and Jonny’s wife, too. What do you have to say about that? Would you like to give him a quick kick? I don’t mind.”
No one responded.
Sam moved to a strategic location. They were in a room off the main hall. There was one entrance, a double sliding door. Sam was in front of it.
Sam spoke to Janet, “What do you have to say?”
“Please Sam. I….can explain. But we should call an ambulance for Norman.”
“Nope. He gets no help. No one reaches for their phone. I noticed that when asshole sounded off, not a single one of you said anything, and none of you would look at me. I’m gonna need some explanation, or things could go very badly for all of you.”
Jonny was a lawyer, with courtroom experience. He decided that he needed to take charge here, and make the best explanation he could.
“We…all of us here except you, have had an arrangement for a while. You need to understand, we would have invited you, but Janet said….”
Janet screamed, “Shut the fuck up, you fool. Keep your stupid mouth shut. You Have no idea what he can…..”
Sam, took a glass off the table to his right. He threw it across the room, where it shattered into a dozen pieces on the mirror above the mantle.
Mary spoke up. “Sam, we girls were restless. We had our girls’ night out. We’d go dancing sometimes. But even if we got all worked up dancing, we couldn’t do anything else — not with strangers. So, I thought, we could…..do things with our husbands. With the other husbands. Not ours. And I said that. Joan and Sybil were interested. They thought that their husbands would go for it. I thought Johnny would go for it. He’s always flirting with…..well…. Janet.”
Janet now seemed in a state of pure dread. She didn’t speak. She stared at Sam. She’d never seen Sam look so implacable, yet angry. When she first met him, he’d had nightmares. He gave her a short explanation. She was recalling that explanation now. She had told the other women about it. About the rages against the heavy bag in the cellar. About the army.
Cybil said, “But Janet told us that you would never go along with it. She said she’d never even ask. That left the three of us. We made an arrangement with our husbands. On girls’ night out, we’d meet up at one of our houses and switch husbands.”
Sam looked at her. “What about Janet? She always went to girls’ night out.”
Jonny said, “She said she’d like to come and watch. She couldn’t do anything. She had no man to put into the pot.”
“But that didn’t seem fair to the rest of us. It was you who were the big stumbling block. Janet would have joined in. So….we invited her. Each month, one guy would have two women.”
Janet moaned. She fell to her knees, weeping with fear. These people were so stupid.
“Sammy, these people have children. Please, Sammy. Please let them leave.”
Sam said, “Am I to understand that each of you two, and asshole, have fucked Janet, multiple times?”
Johnny said, “Yes, well, it was just for release and to combat boredom. It wasn’t a big deal. You never knew anything. Until Norm shot off his mouth.”
Sam smiled, “That makes me feel so much better. Thank you for that.” The smile was truly evil. The sarcasm was not lost on anyone. Janet had stopped crying and was lying frozen on the floor.
The others in the room finally picked up on her ‘mood.’ There was a general backing away from Sam. Sam was still smiling. He looked very energetic, and truly evil.
He pointed at the two upright men. “You two, strip off all your clothes, NOW!”
Jonny and Harry just stood there. Sam moved toward Norman, drew back his foot.
“Okay, okay.” Johnny started to strip. Harry did as well. Soon they were standing naked in the middle of the room.
“Joan, strip your husband.” Joan approached Norman, who was now looking up. Joan pulled off his loafers. She unbuttoned his shirt and pants. She began pulling his pants off him, but Norman grabbed them.
“Norman, stand up, NOW.” Norman staggered to his feet. His pants dropped. “Off with the clothes.” Sam’s command was soft but effective. Norman was a bit unsteady, but he got out of his clothes. Sam looked at the three.
“Sammy,” Janet was looking at the men, “what are you doing?”
“You sluts. Look at those pathetic excuses for men. And yet each of them has fucked each of you. Watch this.”
“Harry, lie down on your side.” Harry obeyed. Then Jonny also obeyed, and Norman.
“You’re going to have a nice daisy chain. Norman, start sucking Harry’s cock. Harry suck Jonny. Jonny suck Norman.”
They all hesitated, but Norman leaned forward and sucked Harry’s dick into his mouth. Harry did the same to Jonny. And Jonny began to suck Norman. As Jonny did that, all of them noticed that Norman’s cock was erect.
“Norman likes sucking cock, don’t you, Norman? DON’T YOU?”
Norman stopped sucking briefly. “Yes.” He started sucking again.
Sam said, “This is going to keep going until three cocks come into three mouths. And swallow, too.”
The three men were all now at least partly hard. The women were staring at this sight.
Sam turned to them. “All of you strip! That included you, Janet. Especially you.”
None of the women hesitated at all. Female garb hit the ground at record speed. Joan started rubbing herself. Janet saw that. She did the same. The other two followed suit, as Sam watched. Norman made a groan. He was coming into Johnny’s mouth. Johnny swallowed, and came into Harry’s open craw. Harry took a little longer, but he also erupted into Norman. All of the did their best to swallow.
The four women were openly masturbating.
Sam pointed at the three men. “You three. Over there, sit in a line and don’t move a muscle.” They all crawled to the wall opposite the couch and sat.
Harry motioned to the women. Pointing at the three — but not Janet — he lined them up on the couch, with their heads draped across and their asses waiving at Sam.
Joan moaned, “Me first, Sam, fuck me first.”
“No, me.” Mary and Cybil cried in unison. Sam stripped. He walked up to Joan.
“Watch me fuck your wife, cocksucker.” He looked at Norman as he spoke. Norman’s cock was hard again. Sam laughed at him, and plunged into Joan. Joan moaned, writhed, and had a huge orgasm when Sam reached and rubbed her slit.
Sam pulled out, walked to Mary and immediately shoved himself all the way into her wet waiting snatch. Mary was bucking back at him, screaming, “Fuck me hard, make me cum.” He fucked her so hard the heavy couch moved across the floor. Mary had her own big orgasm. Sam pulled out and turned to Cybil. She was also wet, waiting for her fucking. Sam gave it to her, until she was limp with exhaustion. Cybil was his favorite.
Sam then went back to Joan. “Now, cocksucker, I’m gonna come way inside her.”
Norman sobbed, “No, she’s fertile. We’re trying for kids. You have to use protection.”
Sam plunged into Joan again. “No, I don’t. Joan, whose baby do you want?”
She panted, as she was being fucked, “Your baby, Sam. Sam’s baby. Sam’s baby.”
That drove Sam over the edge and he shot spurt after spurt directly into Joan’s fertile womb.
“Oh, God,” Joan moaned, “Knock me up, knock me up right in front of him.”
Sam pulled out. A string of cum stretched from his cock to Joan’s vulva. It dropped to the floor as Sam walked up to Janet.
“Suck it clean, bitch.” She immediately started sucking the semen and juices off her husband. He got hard again. He pulled out of her mouth and swaggered over to the three men, who were kneeling on the floor. He made them each kiss his cock, then suck it.
He asked each. “Who’s the boss?” And they answered. “You, Sam.”
Sam went to a drawer in the credenza. He pulled out three sets of restraints. He made the three men lie in their daisy chain. He attached one hand each to an ankle. By the time he was finished, they were all sucking cock again.
“I’m taking these bitches upstairs to fuck. Have fun with each other.” Sam smiled at the three cocksuckers. None of them replied. They were too busy. Sam had exposed their hidden depths.
Sam and the four women went upstairs to the main bedroom. Sam fucked Janet first, but didn’t come. He did her missionary style. The he lay on the bed and had Cybil mount him cowboy. He ordered the other three to take turns licking her clit while he fucked her. They all seemed eager to obey him.
At times throughout the night one of the women would beg for another fucking. Sam fucked them all, and came inside each, including, finally, Janet. His bitch wife, as he called her.
The morning came, and so did all five of the people on the bed. Then they trouped downstairs to see about the guys. All were asleep on the floor. Semen stains had marred the carpet. Dried semen was on Jonny’s face, and Norman’s as well. Sam didn’t wake them until their wives were dressed. He and Janet cooked breakfast. Sybil and Mary had to collect their kids from parents. Sam allowed the men to dress.
“Here are the new rules of bridge. We play every Saturday. It’s an all night game. Everyone obeys me in all ways. Is that understood?” He stared at each man’s face. They all nodded. He didn’t have to ask the women.
“I’m going to knock up each woman here, including Janet. All four of them are going to have my baby. That means that they go off birth control, if they’re on it. It also means no sex for the husbands.”
He looked at the women. “All they get is hand jobs. You can have them use their tongues, if you want. But no fucking until I give permission. Permission will come when you’re knocked up, if I have seen them behave politely. Understood?”
They all agreed.
The others all left the house.
Sam looked at Janet, and she at him. They both broke out in big grins, and did a double high five.
“I told you it would work. I’m going to be a father, multiple times. Maybe one of them will have twins.”
“Maybe I’ll have twins. I have to go off the pill. You have to fuck me every night to make up for fucking those bitches on Saturday.”
Sam said, “Which one was the worst fuck?”
“Norman. You saw how small he is. Harry was the best, and Jonny was okay. But, baby, none of them comes anywhere close to you.”
“That’s why I felt safe, when you told me about their proposition. When were you going to speak up, if Norman hadn’t jumped the gun?”
“It wasn’t going to be me, Cybil was about to do that. I thought she was the one who could do it best. The other two would have messed it up. It was better coming from him, though.”
“You played scared so well. I almost believed it myself. You were hysterical. You kept the guys’ eyes off their wives. None of them looked scared enough.”
“I really was frightened, you know. You might have lost it.”
“Nah.” They went up and showered.
ONE YEAR LATER:
The bridge group met again a year after that fateful night, for an afternoon party. There were five new babies, as well as the existing kids of Mary and Cybil. It was a new baby party.
DNA tests had confirmed paternity.
Joan had a baby boy, almost nine months to the day after the bridge party.
Mary had a little daughter soon after.
Cybil had twin daughters who were now six weeks old. Sam got to spend extra time with her.
Janet had a little boy. Sam, Jr.
Sam congratulated all three men on the new additions. They thanked him.
The party lasted all day. During the day each of the three women disappeared upstairs with Sam for about forty minutes.
The end.