Whodunit?
written by:
CKandHuck

"Whodunit?"

Created by ChocolateKisses and Huckleberry

* * *

Martha opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside it contained a single sheet of paper folded twice. She took a deep breath and unfolded it, her heart skipping as she read the word ‘Victim' in bold letters at the top of the page. Until then, she hadn't really believed that they'd go through with it, or at least that she'd get lucky, but there it was in black and white. She sat down and began to read the rest of the letter.

It had been Martha herself who'd suggested the idea at the last Murder Ltd meeting. Murder Ltd was a club; a group of six similarly minded couples that'd met through an Internet role-playing game. They'd decided that it would be much more fun to act out mysteries in real life. They met at least twice a year; either at small hotels or function rooms depending on whether the mystery was due to last an entire weekend or just a few hours. One couple would set up the murder mystery and the rest would act it out, trying to work out which one of them had performed the deed.

After their last, highly successful meeting, which Jill and her husband Roger had arranged, she had suggested that they try something different.

"What do you mean?" Suzanne had asked.

"Let's not do a murder," explained Martha. "Why don't we try a Rape Weekend?"

"What?" exclaimed Michael. "You've got to be kidding!"

"Not a real rape, silly," laughed Martha. "We'll have a victim and a perpetrator. At some point in the first evening the rapist will have to corner his victim and tell her it has happened."

"But she'd know who'd done it," protested John. "All she'd have to do is point the finger and it would all be over."

"Not necessarily," Kevin interrupted. "It could take place in a darkened room, like the murders, or he could wear a mask. If we all wore dinner suits, there'd be no way to tell us apart."

"That could work," mused Suzanne. "We could set up a bunch of motives, like one guy who'd been spurned by the victim, another who she'd been flirting with all evening and so on. It'd be just like a Murder Weekend, only this way the victim could speak."

"Yeah," agreed Michael, warming to the idea. "We could set it in the past, or on a boat, so there'd be no DNA testing available."

"I think the rapist should leave some mark on the victim," suggested Vanessa. "Maybe he could rip her dress a little, something like that. It shouldn't be anything too serious, but enough to make it a bit more real. You know how we always go to town on the murder victims!"

Martha grinned delightedly. She'd expected some resistance to her idea, but they'd all entered into it enthusiastically and were already discussing how it could work. She was just about to open her mouth and offer to organise it when Jane got there first.

"Guys, I don't know what you think, but this idea might be too risqué for a hotel. Why don't Kevin and I arrange it, and we can hold it at our house. It's certainly big enough."

There was a chorus of approval from everyone except Martha, who looked disappointed. Jane glanced over at her and smirked slightly. She had already picked a victim.

And so it was that Martha found herself lying alone in bed, wearing a long red silky negligee and waiting for her mock attacker to arrive. Jane and Kevin had set the scene beautifully. They'd turned their enormous house into a mock twenties hotel, hosting a society ball. All the guests were in full evening dress. Following her instructions, she'd spent the evening flirting shamelessly with Roger. If she'd been in any uncertainty as to the effectiveness of her acting, the matter was put beyond doubt during a slow dance. She'd accidentally brushed Roger rather closer than she'd intended, and had been mildly shocked to feel a hard lump pressing against her thigh through the thin material of her dress.

They'd gone to bed early. Martha was in a room on her own at the end of a long corridor. Intriguingly not all the couples had been split up, with both Vanessa and Nicola sleeping in the same rooms as their partners. Martha had no doubt that the men's instructions would give them cause to leave their rooms at some point in order to deprive them of an alibi.

She waited in the darkened room, listening intently. Each time the house creaked she tensed. As time went by she found herself becoming more and more aroused by the anticipation. She slipped an exploratory hand between her thighs and was surprised to find a telltale wetness on her panties. She began to finger herself gently.

Suddenly there was a new noise. It sounded to be right outside her room. Instantly she was alert and listening. With a thrill she realised that her door handle was turning. With a slight creak the door began to open, a beam of light spilling through the crack and gradually widening. She pulled the sheets around her as a shadowy form entered. With the light behind him, she couldn't make out his identity. Stealthily the figure closed the door and tiptoed across the room to stand beside her bed. She could hear his breathing. She looked up, but the brief flash of light from the door had temporarily destroyed her night vision.

The man moved like lightening. Clapping a hand over her mouth to prevent her from calling out, he stripped the covers from her bed. She put up a mock struggle as he climbed on top of her. He leaned forward. She felt his hot breath on her face. As he moved, she was unexpectedly aware of his hard cock pressed against her belly. Her negligee rucked up around her thighs. She moaned under his hand. She couldn't tell who it was, though his smell was familiar. With a jolt she realised that he was wearing Bill's aftershave. Could it be her husband? The scent was a popular one, available in any perfumery. Did any of the other men use it, she wondered. Jane might have picked any of them, even Kevin, her own husband. Couples had tried that before, one of them acting as the guilty party to create confusion. The man leaned closer, his face looming over her. It looked odd, and she realised that he was wearing a balaclava. She still had no idea who it was.

With his free hand he reached for her negligee and ripped off one of the delicate shoulder straps. Martha shuddered and moaned again. Her excitement was unexpected, her arousal surprising. Her nipples felt like bullets as they pushed at the frail material that covered them. Unable to help herself, she pushed her hand between them to feel his stiff cock through his trousers. The man grunted in surprise but lifted himself slightly to allow her access. With trembling hands she unfastened the button and lowered his zip. His trousers were slid down to his knees with a soft whisper of fabric. He was naked underneath. She wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock, causing him to groan aloud.

The man took his hand from her mouth and reached down. He grasped at the negligee, tugging it fiercely up and over her thighs. She felt rather than heard more seams giving way. He bore down on her, pushing her panties to one side. She guided him into her pussy, lifting her hips to meet his thrust. She bit back a cry as he penetrated her deeply. He ran his hand over the slippery material that covered her, pulling it down where he'd broken the strap to expose her breast. He fondled it roughly, flicking his thumb over the nipple and squeezing the bare flesh. Martha gasped as he started to pump in and out of her. She threw her head back and eagerly began matching each of his thrusts.

Abruptly, he pulled out. She bucked her hips under him in vain, silently begging him to continue. He was immune to her pleas. Slowly he worked his way up her body. With one hand he pinioned her wrists above her, and with the other he lifted her head. His cock nudged at her lips. She resisted slightly. He held her head tightly and pushed harder, slowly forcing his cock into her mouth. She acquiesced, forming her lips into an O shape around him and licking him with her tongue as he entered. He held her in place for a moment when he was fully embedded then began to fuck her mouth. He grunted like an animal as he thrust at her. She could feel the pressure building inside him until at last he pushed right to the back of her throat. She fought her gag reflex and swallowed desperately as the jets of come filled her mouth.

The man remained still for a moment, enjoying the warmth of her mouth and the little motions of her tongue as she licked him clean. Finally he pulled himself off her and quietly left the room. She lay as though in a daze for several minutes. Her hand again crept between her thighs and into her panties as she sought the climax that he had denied her. It took only seconds until she came with a stifled cry.

When she finally struggled out of bed to raise the alarm, the corridor outside her room was empty, of course. She held together the remnants of her negligee and shouted for help before sinking to the floor in a convincing display of shock. Doors burst open all over the first floor as the other guests ran to her. The investigation had begun!

* * *

Martha sat in the doorway of the bedroom. She fought hard to figure out who it could have been. It was doubly frustrating, as she didn't have the slightest clue.

The first person to reach to her was Jane.

"So it has begun," she said with a smirk. "Do you know who it was?"

"She's not supposed to know," came Roger's confident voice from behind her. "That's the idea. Right?"

Martha's head flung up at the sound of his voice. She watched him intently, searching for some clue that he was the perpetrator. She saw nothing that helped her. The guilty person would have to show some sign of knowledge; secretly aware that more had happened that was supposed to. Wouldn't he?

"Ahh. Nice work. Very nice," said Nicola, lifting the string of Martha's torn negligee.

As more of the others piled around, she was flooded with questions, all surrounding whom she thought it was.

Bill came around to Martha, lifting her off the floor. "Nice acting" he whispered smilingly in her ear. Little did he know that his wife was genuinely perplexed.

"So, is there anything you can tell us about him?" Jill asked in a sprightly voice. "Anything that would help us get the sucker?"

Martha thought of one thing that ‘stood out'; one thing that she could not forget. It was the feel of his throbbing cock in her mouth. Did she dare say that though?

"Well..." she hesitated. "I - I don't know. He was masked."

"What about his hair? Something, anything?"

"No. Nothing. I couldn't see anything."

"Nothing? Nothing at all?" came Michael's voice, sharply, disbelievingly.

Martha looked over at him suspiciously. Was it him? Was he taunting her?

"Well . . . he - " she stopped.

"He what, Martha?" Nicola pressed.

Martha looked around at the pairs of eyes intently watching her. She focused on the four men that were there, her husband, Roger, John and Michael. Where were the others anyway, she asked herself. Looking at her husband, she wondered how much she should tell them. If it wasn't Bill, how could she admit to having had sex with one of the other men? If it were him, he would know anyway, and wonder why she hadn't told them. She decided to reveal only part of what had happened and try to gauge his reaction from that.

"He made me suck his cock."

Surprise was written over all their faces. Martha tried hard to detect anything other than that. Her husband was puzzled. Roger seemed amused. Michael showed pure disbelief and John she couldn't figure out at all.

"He what?" fired Jill, obviously alarmed.

Martha hung her head.

Roger smiled. "So I guess you are going to tell us next that the only way you'll know who it was is if you see his dick, right?"

"Well . . . something like that."

"Hell!!! Looks like the fun has really begun," he exclaimed gleefully.

"You pervert!" Jill chuckled as she jabbed her husband in the waist.

"Good planning!" Bill complimented Jane, who at that moment had been glaring at Martha wondering what on earth she was trying to pull. Bill was wrong. She hadn't planned this at all. She hadn't told Martha to say that. What was Martha trying to do to her carefully thought-out drama?

"Okay people. Not everyone is here. Let me go and find the others. We'll meet up in the living room in ten minutes." Jane took control, trying to think of where they should take this next. "Andrew and Vanessa are probably still in their room."

At least, that's where they were supposed to be, if Andrew had stuck to the plans, she thought to herself, for his shaky alibi depended on Vanessa not realizing that he'd briefly left the room for a cigarette.

"Yeah. You know how those two fuck like rabbits!" laughed John, breaking in on her thoughts.

She also wondered why John was not back in his room as she'd suggested.

"Where's Suzanne?" Jane asked turning to him. Suzanne hadn't been with her although they were supposed to be sharing a room together. Was anything going according to plan? Jane wondered, slightly annoyed.

"Probably with your husband, he's missing too."

"I'm going to go and look for them," she said, glaring at him and wondering what he was implying.

Jane headed off down the corridor and up the staircase, thinking that Kevin might be in the library. As she walked, she thought about Martha's stunt and slowly smiled. At first she had thought that Martha, jealous because Jane was organizing the weekend that she had suggested, was trying to spoil her plans, but then she realized that having the men drop their pants was really going to add some spice to the drama she had arranged. She wondered how the others would feel about it. She made a mental note to congratulate Martha later. This was turning out to be an interesting evening and she wondered what tricks she could throw in later to spice it up even further.

* * *

In the lounge, people had already begun to arrive for the meeting. They were all abuzz, everyone talking about what fun the evening was turning out to be. Martha was the centre of attention, of course, and seemingly little affected by her ‘ordeal'. Kevin had appeared and was hanging on to her every word as she described her assault again. Yet again she neglected to mention that they had had sex. Roger and Jill whispered excitedly in a corner, and Jane was grinning like the Cheshire cat, thrilled at the success of her disrupted plans. Already she had begun to convince herself that it was her idea all along.

Amidst all the talking, Nicola's mind was roaming wild. She had no doubt that the note that she had got said ‘Victim'. Did Jane plan for both her and Martha to be victims? She thought it was brilliant planning on Jane's part, for none of them had expected this to work quite so well. What she felt was even more sensational was Martha's ad lib about him making her suck his cock. That had certainly added a twist to the evening. She wondered if all the guys would agree to drop their pants and be inspected, and what their wives would think. Her face flushed as she caught herself wondering what some of the other men's cocks looked like. Suddenly her mind skipped and she realised that her husband was not present. Frowning, she excused herself from the others and went to look for him.

While she was searching, Nicola began thinking of something that she could throw in that would make their weekend a whole lot sexier, as Martha had done. She thought of saying that the rapist kissed her. She wondered if kissing all the guys would be allowed. Surely the others would be more likely to agree to that than to letting Martha inspect their cocks. She wasn't sure how she felt about another woman looking at her own husband ‘that' way, even a close friend like Martha.

Nicola was so deep in thought that she did not notice the shadowy figure that awaited her approach. Suddenly it lunged at her, pulling her through a doorway.

"What the...?" A hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her alarmed cry.

Her hand clutched at her assailant's, but he was obviously much stronger than she was. The door soon closed behind her and her back was pressed against it. They were enveloped in complete darkness.

Nicola realized that this must be her turn. Her heart raced as she thought of who it might be. She lifted her hand to his face. She briefly felt the woolly material of what she assumed to be a mask. Quickly he captured her hand pinning it over her head.

She smiled inwardly at his method interpretation of the role and waited for him to say, "you've been raped" or something suchlike. Instead she felt his lips at her neck, his warm breath whispering over her skin. Quickly his tongue darted out, flicking over her neck. Her body shivered in surprising response. She wondered which of the men he could be. His lips lingered at her neck and she wondered what he would do next. Her mind drifted back to Martha. Could she have been telling the truth? Did he really do anything to her?

She felt his mouth slowly descending, following the neckline of her robe, stopping where both sides met.

Faintly Nicola got a whiff of ‘Old Spice'. She recognized it to be a scent that Michael sometimes wore, though funnily she hadn't remembered him packing it yesterday. She smiled inwardly at the thought of this being her husband. Was he the rapist? But if that were true, what about Martha's confession? She chuckled as she realized that it could have been the truth, for Michael had openly admitted to her his attraction to Martha. She remembered his comments on more than one occasion about her lips, her ‘Cupid's bow', as he'd called them. He had certainly had enough time to commit the crime during the time that he had conveniently ‘slipped out for a drink'.

Nicola was jolted from her state of amusement as she felt him bite her nipple through the robe. It sent a shock straight to her loins. She moaned as he nipped at the swell of her breasts. Her head lolled back and a moan escaped from her throat, stifled by the hand at her mouth. Any thought of struggling was long banished from her mind. This he seemed to sense, as the hand that held hers now released it. He kept the other one over her mouth. She lowered her arms, pressing her hands to the door behind her and bracing herself against it. His fingers found the strings of her robe and tugged at them. Then one by one he shrugged each side of the silk garment from her shoulders. She was naked underneath but for white lace panties.

She felt his mouth return to her breast, this time taking her taut bud into the warmth of his mouth. Nicola felt light-headed. It was overwhelming not being certain of whose tongue was ravishing her breasts, yet receiving immense enjoyment.

Soon his hand left her mouth and instead settled on her hip. He began a slow but deep massage, each kneading movement bringing forth a whimper from Nicola's lips. Her hips bucked beneath his hand. She felt his fingers slowly work their way to her inner thigh. Nicola sharply sucked in her breath in anticipation. She felt her panties being tugged to the side and her knees buckled beneath her. He began rubbing his gloved finger over her moist lips. He withdrew his hand and placed a finger to her mouth. Shamefully, excitedly, she tasted her own arousal.

His mouth left her breasts as his body moved lower. His hands pulled her knickers down with him. Kneeling in front of Nicola, he lifted one leg over his shoulder.

Nicola faintly tried to balance on her other leg, using the door as support. She trembled from the sheer pleasure of having him kneel between his legs, his destination obvious.

She felt his tongue flicker over her anxious clit and her hips bucked in response.

As quickly as the tongue had touch her hypersensitive bud, it had left it. He now began deep slow strokes over her slick lips, stopping short of her clit. With each stroke Nicola pumped her hips forward, silently encouraging him to return to her clit. He did not comply. Instead, she felt his tongue slowly probing into her. Nicola moaned, enjoying the invasion. He began fucking her with his tongue, faster and faster, then suddenly he withdrew and attacked her clitoris with wanton abandon. He sensed that her orgasm was rapidly approaching as she humped wildly against his tongue. He kept up his steady assault on her clit. Soon her body tensed momentarily, and he felt her hand clutch his head as her pussy spasmed against his mouth. Nicola's breathing was ragged as she slowly sank to the floor. Her hands were roaming desperately, trying to find his fly. She felt his hard cock beneath his pants and hastened to free it. She felt his hands firmly grab hers, tearing them away from his waistband. Nicola was shocked and confused, but she was also determined. She tried to pull her hand free from his unyielding grasp.

"Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me, whoever you are," she begged.

Much to her disappointment he did not respond. Instead she felt him push her away. He rose and opened the door, slipping outside and leaving her alone in the darkness. For several minutes her mind whirled. Who was he? She had never come like that before. Why hadn't he fucked her? She had offered herself to him freely, yet he had just left her. Confused, she switched on the light and gathered her robe from the floor. Fastening it around her waist, she became conscious that the others would be wondering where she was. Hurriedly she glanced in the mirror and straightened herself up slightly. Taking a last look around the room, she opened the door and ran out, almost bumping into Michael. He looked at her guiltily.

"Oh there you are love. I've been looking everywhere for you,"

"You have?" she enquired. "Did you not think of looking in our bedroom?"

"Well, not at first," he admitted. "I was on my way there when you came out."

Nicola glared at him suspiciously. Was he the one? Was that why he hadn't fucked her, knowing that she might recognize him? Silently they walked downstairs to the lounge. The people there looked up as they entered.

"I've just been attacked," announced Nicola, looking directly at Michael. She was surprised to see a look of uncertainty cross his face. Carefully she studied him, but his expression was now unreadable.

Andrew, who had been about to sit down when they arrived, got back to his feet.

"Have you really?" he drawled, an amused glint in his eye. "And was it as graphic as Martha claims?"

"Yes, it was," she confessed, looking down at the ground. "Well, not exactly the same. He didn't put his cock in my mouth. He... he... he made me come, if you must know, then he just left," she paused, clearly disappointed about it. "I don't know why."

"What's that?" asked Kevin, entering the room with a tray on which were balanced twelve glasses. Roger accompanied him with three unopened bottles of wine. "Have we had another attack?"

"Yes!" confirmed Jill breathlessly. "He got Nicola and he made her come!"

Michael cleared his throat and looked intently at his wife. "How did he make you come, might I ask?"

Nicola glared at him. Was he taunting her? He knew what he did, why did he have to make her say it too? "He sucked me," she said softly.

"Your breasts?"

Why was he doing this to her? Nicola thought she saw a brief twinkle in his eye. He must really be enjoying this. "Yes. And my pussy too." She admitted what she felt was already obvious.

"That's great!" laughed Roger. "So now Martha's got to inspect our dicks, and we've got to go down on Nicola to see if she recognizes our technique. This is turning into some weekend!"

"Roger!" giggled Jill, elbowing him in the ribs again. "What's got into you tonight?"

Nicola sat down, all eyes on her. Suddenly she was aware that her robe was slipping open, and she wasn't wearing any panties. Her assailant had taken them!

"There's another thing," she spoke up hesitantly, pulling the robe around her more tightly. "I think he took my knickers."

There was an audible gasp, and all the men, without exception, lowered their eyes to her now covered crotch.

"Well now, that's an easy thing to investigate," chortled Jane. "All of you men turn out your pockets."

They all obeyed immediately, collectively producing a few handkerchiefs, a small pile of loose change, a set of keys and a tiny mobile phone. They pulled their pockets inside out to indicate that they'd finished. There were no panties. Kevin chuckled and went back to serving the wine.

A thought crossed Nicola's mind. "I think all the women should do that too."

There was another gasp.

"Well, it could have been a woman," she insisted. "He or she was wearing a balaclava and gloves. I couldn't feel their skin."

"Mine definitely wasn't a woman," Martha disagreed. "There's no way that was a fake."

"Who's to say there's just one?" pleaded Nicola. "Please, just do it."

Slowly the other women agreed. Some of them were only wearing nightgowns and had no pockets to empty, but Martha and Vanessa let everyone see that their dressing gown pockets were indeed empty. Jane reached into hers and froze. They all looked at her as she slowly pulled out a crumpled white pair of knickers. Nicola stared, her mouth a wide ‘O'.

Those whose faces didn't register shock revealed intrigue or amusement. Suzanne seemed lost in her own thoughts while Vanessa blushed. Roger let out a long whistle.

"Look, I don't know how these got here," stammered Jane. "It wasn't me, you must believe that."

She looked at Nicola, who licked her lips thoughtfully.

"Come on, guys," begged Jane. "We've all been close together, whispering and talking. Andrew even patted my bum. Anyone could have put those in my pocket. They're tiny, I wouldn't have felt a thing."

"Don't you mean you wouldn't have felt a thong?" chortled Roger. Jill rolled her eyes.

"Well who was it then?" asked Nicola. "Because those are definitely mine!"

"I can't say who it was, Nicola. But it wasn't me, that's for sure," retorted Jane quickly before drinking deeply from her glass.

They were all silent for a brief moment. Those who were not sipping from their glasses were staring intently into them, as though the perpetrator's name would magically appear in the dark, red liquid.

"Okay. I think we have had enough for one night." Jane said, intruding into everyone's thoughts. "Shall we turn in?"

"Hear, hear," came a few voices around the room. Suzanne started to help Kevin clear up some of the empty glasses, and the two of them moved into the kitchen. Andrew and Vanessa slowly walked out of the room, his arm around her waist. Vanessa chuckled at a whispered remark from Andrew.

Nicola watched them leave. The meeting had left no doubt in her mind. She no longer thought that her husband was responsible, and was now convinced it was Jane. She didn't plan on letting it slip that easily. She made up her mind to confront Jane, hoping that she might admit it in private, if not in front of the whole group. Looking around, she realised that she would have to wait, as Jane was leaving the room deep in conversation with John.

Instead Nicola turned to her husband. "Are you ready to call it a night, dear?"

Michael chuckled at her question. "I should be asking you that."

Nicola smiled sexily, seeing where he was headed. "Not by any means, darling. I can think of quite a few more things we can do before we go to sleep."

"She's hot for you tonight, man," Roger intruded, grinning. "Looks like we ought to be thanking this rapist when we find out who he is. Or she," he added with a hearty laugh. He took Jill's arm. "Come on, honey, let's go and work off all this excitement."

"In case you forgot, Roger, we are in separate rooms tonight. I'm sure Bill will help you out though."

"Whose idea was it to split us up anyway?" asked Bill, eyeing his wife. The events that evening had aroused him greatly. He thought of Martha sucking one of the other men and his excitement surged. He wanted to fuck her so badly his cock ached.

"I think Jane thought it would add to the tension," answered Martha, adding pointedly, "I'm heading back to my room. Alone."

"Me too," giggled Jill. "Looks like you two guys will just have to wait!"

The two women left, arm in arm. The men stayed a little longer, helping themselves to more wine.

"It's okay for her," grumbled Bill. "She got hers already."

"Yeah," agreed Roger. "I guess Jill's just punishing me for getting excited about it. I wonder if she'll be next."

The two men lapsed into silence and nursed their drinks. Glumly they watched Michael and Nicola depart, the couple seemingly unable to keep their hands off each other. As Kevin's deep voice rumbled in the kitchen, followed by Suzanne's bright laughter, they got to their feet and returned to the twin bedded room that they were sharing.

* * *

Meanwhile, outside on the patio, Jane was questioning John.

"John, that wasn't the plan and you know it," she admonished sternly. "Why did you have Martha suck you off? I won't even start on what happened with Nicola. You're mighty brave considering that at some point this weekend you will be revealed as the rapist. What would Suzanne think?"

As she lectured him, John looked completely dumbfounded. Jane got the distinct impression that he had no idea what she was talking about, and indeed he told her as much.

"Oh John, cut the act. It's just you and me here"

"I'm aware of that, Jane," he retorted, barely able to contain his annoyance, "but I am not the rapist. I've done nothing."

"What do you mean, you are not the rapist?"

"Do I really have to spell it out for you, Jane?" he asked dryly.

"What did the note you got say?"

"I didn't receive a note. You sent me a single page with my character background. It said that I'd had a previous conviction for indecent exposure. That was all."

Jane stared at him, aghast.

"John, I'm being deadly serious now. Please tell me you're winding me up."

"Jane, I wish it had been me. God knows, you're all attractive women and I wouldn't mind doing that with any one of you, but it wasn't me. I did not get a note."

"If that's true, then I must have put it in the wrong envelope," gasped Jane. "Which means..."

"...that we have no idea who is doing all this," finished John. "Who's next?"

Jane looked at him, her eyes wide.

"Suzanne," she admitted in a very small voice. "Oh, I'm sorry, John. I thought that after two mock rapes you'd be feeling pretty horny. I wanted you to feel able to do it for real."

"Never mind that. Suzanne's in your room, isn't she?" snapped John. Jane nodded. "Right then. I'll go and warn her."

"John, wait!" called Jane. "I put myself down as a victim too. The final victim, in fact."

John stopped dead in his tracks.

‘"I was hoping... oh, I don't really know what I was hoping," she confessed nervously.

"That I might take things a little further with you too?" he suggested, as he pivoted slowly and walked toward her.

"Yes," she breathed softly. "I think I'd like that, John."

"And what made you think that I would want to?"

Jane took a deep breath, and unfastened the tie around her robe. She let it fall open, revealing most of her tanned, lithe body to John's appreciative gaze. She held her arms out expressively.

"Wouldn't you?"

Suddenly they were in each other's arms, kissing frantically. John's hands roamed under the silky fabric of her robe, feeling the soft skin beneath. Her full breasts pressed against his chest. She clutched the back of his head, pulling him tightly against her. Their tongues flickered in and out of their mouths, touching and exploring. Jane felt his hardness pressing against her mound, and her own body moistened in response.

"Jane, dear!" Kevin called from the kitchen. "Where are you?"

They broke apart with a gasp. Jane took a deep breath.

"I'm out here, darling," she replied, quickly securing her robe around her. "I was just talking with John."

"No rapes going on out here then?" asked Kevin, coming to the door with a knowing smile. "We've finished clearing up in there. Suzanne was just about to head off for bed. Will you be joining her?"

Jane looked at him suspiciously. Did he suspect anything, or was he fishing for time alone with Suzanne himself? She pulled herself together, smiling inwardly at the irony of her scepticism.

"Actually, I am rather tired. I think I'll go and join Suzanne in bed." She turned to John. "You don't mind, do you, John?"

"Err, no, not at all," he responded, confused. As Jane left, he turned to Kevin. "What was that all about?"

Kevin laughed but did not answer. John was even more intrigued. Did Kevin suspect what had just happened?

"What, Kevin?" he asked, the eagerness clear in his voice.

"Oh, you know when Jane used to go to Suzanne's art class? The one where they painted nudes?"

"Ye-es," replied John slowly.

"Well, didn't they once spend an afternoon here, alone together? Actually, I think it might have been before you met her."

"Yeah, it was. I remember her telling me, now you mention it. What about it?"

"Oh, don't be so naïve, John."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I know she had a fling with one of the male models. Is there something else I should be aware of?"

"Well, I know Jane very well, and I am quite sure that when Suzanne came here that afternoon, let's just say there wasn't an awful lot of painting going on!"

"You are kidding me!" gasped John, his mind processing what Kevin had just revealed. "I never knew Suzy had it in her."

"Well, it was a few years ago," laughed Kevin. "Still, I bet Jane wouldn't mind another crack. Does it bother you?"

"Hell, no!" John chuckled too. "I wish she would. Isn't that every bloke's fantasy?"

The two men guffawed and went inside for another beer.

* * *

At breakfast the next morning a lively discussion had developed around the proposed ‘identity parade'. Unsurprisingly, the men were all keen on the idea of allowing Martha to suck their cocks. Martha herself had agreed in principle, after checking that Bill would be happy with it. Jane and Vanessa were also in favour, while Nicola was undecided. Her mind was still occupied with her mysterious visitor from the previous evening, and she simply said that she would go along with the majority before retreating into her own thoughts. That left Suzanne and Jill.

"I'm really not sure about this," said Jill. "I mean I know we're all good friends and that, but I never thought that one of you would end up giving my husband a blow job."

"Come on love," pleaded Roger. "She's done one of us already. Why should the others miss out?"

"Roger, you are an incorrigible letch," she laughed. "What do you think, Suzanne?"

"I don't know," replied Suzanne. "I mean, I guess I could handle it, but it seems weird, somehow. Martha, are you quite sure you want to do it?"

"I'm sure," said Martha with a quiet smile. "As Roger said, I've done it once already. It'd be fun to see if I could find out who it was. Bill doesn't mind, do you, love?"

Bill shook his head, grinning. Martha turned back to Suzanne. "We could put some limits on it, if that would make you more comfortable. I wouldn't have to go all the way, would I?"

Suzanne thought for a moment, frowning. "Okay. Look, I'll agree to it if Jill does."

They all turned to Jill. She looked back at them.

"Fine, you win!" she threw up her hands. Her husband beamed. "But..." Roger's face fell. "I agree with Martha. We should impose some limits."

After much discussion, they finally decided that Martha should be allowed to suck each man's cock, on three conditions. The first was that she should not have to start from scratch. Their wives would get them hard, and she would take them into her mouth two or three times only to see if she recognized them. She would not be expected to make them come. The third condition was that she should wait in a room on her own and each couple would come to her in turn, with Bill joining her last of all.

At the agreed time, Jane took Martha into a small study and seated her on a comfortable chair to await the first pair.

After a short while there was a knock at the door. Roger and Jill entered, both looking somewhat embarrassed. They all looked at each other uncertainly, not quite sure where to start.

"Well, I suppose we might as well get this over with," giggled Jill, kneeling in front of her husband. She unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Roger looked down at her as she pulled his underpants down over his already quite stiff cock. Jill looked at it, stroking his balls with one hand, and took it into her mouth. Roger groaned as she sucked him all the way in. She pulled back and looked at him appraisingly.

"I think he's about ready. Over to you, Martha."

Slowly, hesitantly, Martha joined Jill on the floor in front of Roger and took hold of his cock. She held it delicately between her thumb and forefinger and looked at it. Then, tentatively, she placed her lips around the head and slowly eased them down the shaft. She could feel Roger tensing his muscles. She moved her head backwards and forwards a couple of times.

"Christ!" gasped Roger. "That feels good. I can't believe you're doing this, Martha."

He gave a little sigh as Martha let him drop from her mouth. His cock bobbed in front of him and he looked ready to bring himself to a climax there and then.

"Did you enjoy that, sweetie?" asked Jill, a knowing smile on her face.

Roger nodded dumbly in response. Jill quickly pulled up his pants and trousers and led him away as Martha climbed to her feet.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll take care of that for you," she crooned sultrily, smiling up at her husband.

Martha sat back on her chair and waited.

After another pause, John and Suzanne knocked and entered. Suzanne smiled at Martha and got straight down on her knees in front of John. She pulled his cock out through his flies and began sucking on it enthusiastically.

"Steady on, love" cautioned John. "Leave some for Martha!"

Now much more confident, Martha was already alongside, and she gently pushed Suzanne away. Taking John's cock in her hand, she looked at it closely, rubbing it up and down firmly.

"Jesus," gasped John. "Watch it, Martha, please!"

She looked up at him, blinking her eyes. After making sure that she had his full attention, she parted her lips and unhurriedly took him into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the underside of his cock as she accepted his full length. John grunted, desperately trying to hold off his impending orgasm. Martha moved her head backwards, holding on to the base of John's cock with her thumb and forefinger to keep the skin stretched. Her tongue flickered over the head, followed by the tight circle of her lips. John moaned loudly as she again began to swallow him.

"Oh Christ, Martha, oh Jesus Christ," he gasped. "Martha, I'm sorry! Oh god!"

On his last words he came into Martha's surprised mouth, copiously. With him embedded so deep, she had no choice but to swallow as fast as she could, but some of his juices escaped to trickle down her chin. She fell back, leaving a few drops on the end of his cock. Suzanne looked aghast.

"John, how could you?" she asked. "Martha, I'm so sorry!"

Martha held up her hands. "Don't be. I'm all right. I knew something like this might happen when I agreed to the parade. It was mainly my fault anyway."

John looked gratefully at her, his face bright red. Suzanne helped him put his cock away and straighten his trousers then led him shamefacedly out of the room. Martha took a sip of the water that Jane had thoughtfully left her.

Andrew and Vanessa were the next to arrive. With a display of seeming reluctance, she released his cock and massaged it with her hand. Andrew leaned against the wall, an ecstatic smile on his face as his wife slowly masturbated him to his full hardness.

"I think he's ready for you now, Martha," suggested Vanessa.

Martha approached. Andrew eyed her hungrily. As she sank to her knees he drew in a deep breath, releasing it in a rush when she took his cock into her mouth.

"Oh, baby, that feels good," he groaned.

Vanessa cuffed him gently. "You're not supposed to be enjoying this," she warned him.

"I'm sorry, Ness," he replied contritely. "It's just that, well, it does feel bloody marvellous, frankly. She's very good."

Martha had continued to draw his cock in and out of her mouth, licking at it all the while. She reached up one of her hands and fondled his balls. Seeing the dreamy expression on Andrew's face, Vanessa reached down and stroked her hair.

"You seem to be enjoying this too," she whispered. Martha looked up at her out of the corner of her eye, Andrew's cock still lodged in her mouth. Thinking that the other woman had seen enough, she began to pull away, but Vanessa held her in place. "You've got him very close. It would be cruel to stop now. Why don't you finish him off?"

As though in a trance Martha obeyed, taking Andrew deep into her mouth and sucking at him. His grunting became frantic, and his hips began to make involuntary thrusting movements. Vanessa leaned into him and kissed him deeply, passionately, ignoring Martha completely. It was too much for Andrew. His knees buckled and he came in a rush, groaning into Vanessa's open mouth. Martha swallowed quickly to keep up then sat back, wiping her lips dry.

"Did you enjoy that, sweetie?" asked Vanessa.

"God, yes," replied Andrew. "Being kissed and sucked at the same time, it just blew my mind!"

They left the room, having seemingly completely forgotten about Martha. She rested for a moment, still kneeling in front of where Andrew had stood. She couldn't help but wonder at her behaviour. Not only had she encouraged her assailant to go all the way with her, she'd just completely ignored the rules they'd discussed for the identity parade. It didn't matter that she'd had the tacit acceptance of their wives; she'd sucked two men to their climax. She knew that had Jill allowed it, she'd have finished Roger off too. A knock at the door disturbed her thoughts, and she scrambled back to her chair just as it opened to reveal Michael and Nicola. They came in and stood awkwardly against the door. Nicola fidgeted distractedly.

"Look guys, I don't really want to be here," she confessed. "There's something I've got to do. You don't need me, do you?"

Michael looked at Martha, who slowly shook her head. She sensed the pleading in Nicola's voice.

"No, I think we can manage without you, Nicola, if you're sure."

"I'm sure," Nicola smiled at Martha gratefully. "I'll catch up with you later, okay?"

She left the room and practically ran along the corridor and up the large curving staircase. She quickly made her way to the master bedroom and hesitated briefly at the door. Steeling herself with a deep breath, she knocked. Jane's voice came from within.

"Come in."

Nicola opened the door and entered. Jane was lying on the bed in her robe, reading a magazine. She was on her front, and the silky material clung invitingly to the contours of her behind.

"Are you alone? Where's Kevin?"

"He just left for a game of Scrabble with Suzanne and John, I think. Heaven knows I didn't want to stick around for that," Jane paused, remembering her clinch with John on the patio the previous evening. "What are you doing here, anyway? Aren't you and Michael supposed to be in with Martha?"

"I thought I'd leave them alone. He's always fancied her, and he deserves it, after the enjoyment I had last night," she said, laughing nervously, "which brings me to what I came here for. Jane, I understand you not wanting to reveal yourself to the rest of the group so early, but please," she begged, "I'd like you to tell me, was it you last night?"

"Was what me last night?"

"Oh come on Jane, you know what I'm referring to."

As comprehension dawned, Jane's eyes opened wide. "I don't believe you still think it was me. It wasn't, Nicola, I promise you."

"Then how did you end up with my knickers?" asked Nicola accusingly.

"I told you, I was standing in the middle of the room. Anyone could have put them there."

"I don't believe you, Jane."

"You don't? In that case, there's only one way to settle this. I'll have to go down on you," Jane spoke in a matter-of-fact voice.

"I agree."

Jane's eyes widened further. She hadn't thought that Nicola would call her bluff. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"I am."

"Have you ever been with a woman, Nicola?"

"No, I haven't."

"Then why are you agreeing to this so easily?"

"Okay, I'll admit it. Last night was wonderful. It was like a dream come true, because when you had my knickers I was so sure it was you. And now you say it wasn't you after all. I've wanted to sleep with another woman for ages. I've always been curious about what it would be like. I want to know for certain."

Nicola stopped, suddenly aware that she was talking too much. Jane smiled and rolled over, stretching languorously. The robe fell open partially, revealing her long, tanned legs. Jane caught the glance Nicola threw at her barely hidden pussy.

"I see," she said. "So you're using me to fulfil your fantasies?"

"That's beside the point. You're a suspect. Don't you want to clear yourself?" Nicola retorted with a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh sure. Sure."

"Well then," challenged Nicola. "Are you going to do it or not?"

"Very well," Jane acquiesced, "but as it'll be your first time, let's do it properly. No messing around."

She sat up and steadily lifted Nicola's sweater over her head. Throwing it to one side, she reached around to unclasp her bra. All the while she maintained steady eye contact, gauging the other woman's reaction. As each strap fell, the cups dropped away, revealing Nicola's perky breasts to her delighted gaze. Jane now lowered her head, gently kissing around each breast, pushing Nicola to lie back on the bed as she did so. Tracing the outline of her areole, Jane slowly sucked the nipple into her mouth. Nicola moaned softly in appreciation of this gesture. Jane then gently bit into the nipple and Nicola's response was even greater. Her back arched off the bed and she released a deep guttural groan.

Jane changed nipples, administering the same treatment while her fingers twisted the moist one she had just released. Nicola began gently writhing her body beneath Jane's. Jane now withdrew momentarily, shrugging off her loose robe. She returned, lowering her body over Nicola's and teasing the other woman's skin with her own taut nipples.

Listening to Nicola's tortured moans, Jane returned to her breasts, claiming her nipple yet again. She was lost in Nicola's body, mesmerized by her responsiveness as her moaning now escalated and she began feverishly grinding her pussy against Jane's thigh, signalling her need.

Needing no more encouragement Jane slid her body lower, kissing Nicola's tight stomach as she travelled south, while her fingers continued to administer pleasures to her breasts.

Rucking up Nicola's skirt, she moved her mouth over her panty-clad pubes, kissing her, smelling her beautiful aroma. She went back up and stopped at the elastic waistband of the thong. Taking her hands from Nicola's breasts for a moment, she peeled the panties down over her legs and off her feet.

Then, slowly, she began her ascent, kissing her way up Nicola's legs, kissing the inside of her ankles, massaging with her fingers as she went along. When Jane got to her inner thighs, Nicola lifted her pelvis, beckoning her to her anxious pussy. Yet Jane continued kissing and nibbling at her thighs, bathing her senses in the silken feeling of her skin.

Now placing her hands under Nicola's bum, Jane gently lifted it off the bed and began to kiss her firm cheeks, occasionally nipping them. Nicola was trembling with excitement and with frustration. Jane slowly ran the tip of her tongue lightly over the hair surrounding Nicola's pussy, tasting the sweet nectar of her puffed, bare lips. Her hips rose and Jane pulled back, wanting to slowly tease her, wanting it to last. She knew her continued denial was increasing the craving that twisted inside Nicola.

She spread Nicola's legs and looked longingly at her neatly trimmed, almost bare pubes and smooth lips. Enjoying her scent, her aroma, she immediately moved her mouth over Nicola's slit, which was now releasing a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant. It ran slowly down her crack, leaving a shiny trail across her tightly puckered rear entrance. The strong, musky perfume of her sex was like an overpowering drug for Jane and she pushed her tongue flat against her opening, stroking it up and down, savouring the taste.

Nicola's hands flew to Jane's hair and her legs parted wider.

Jane dove her tongue into Nicola's pussy, rocking her head with her hips, humming against her sweetness. Her chin was covered in juices; juices created by wanton need.

Nicola's legs jerked as Jane's tongue now flicked across her swollen, stiff clit. Jane then sucked it in between her teeth and began licking furiously. Nicola's head began to thrash as her cries filled the air. Her legs flew around Jane's back, pulling her tightly to her pussy, grinding her face into her silkiness.

Jane slowly ceased her assault on her clit and tried to pry her fingers from her head. When Nicola's breathing became easy and her body began to relax, Jane slowly took her thick outer pussy lips into her mouth, sucking on them. Nicola began to make a mewing sound from somewhere deep in the back of her throat. Her eyes were shut tight and she had both her hands to her breasts. She was rolling her nipples in her fingers, occasionally pulling on them. Jane continued working her outer lips one at a time, sucking them into her mouth, pulling them away from her crotch, causing Nicola to lift her hips off the bed to stay with her.

Jane now moved her finger to Nicola's arse, rubbing it in the juices flowing from her pussy. She stopped over her puckered bud, tracing tiny circles. This seemed to bring on a new sensation and with every nudge of her finger, she felt a slight tremor in Nicola's body.

With Nicola's juices already paving the way for fulfilment, Jane applied more pressure. Feeling her finger cross the first ring of muscle, Jane paused, and then slowly started moving her finger in a circular motion.

Nicola began to rock her hips, attempting to force more of Jane's finger into her. Her breathing was ragged between clenched teeth as her impending orgasm approached.

Jane continued with her tongue, lashing on her marvellous pussy, running her tongue quickly around her inner pussy lips and clitoris, trying not to touch the hypersensitive bud.

Nicola was squealing her pleasure now, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. In between squeals she was mumbling about how good it felt and how close she was to coming.

Jane continued with the probing of Nicola's arse. Using her other fingers to expose every nook of her responsive pussy lips, she ran her tongue between the folds then plunged it into the opening of her wet pussy. And then she felt it. Nicola grabbed the bed sheets, gripping them tightly as she began to come. Jane immediately began to flick the head of her large erect clit with the tip of her tongue. Nicola screamed as her whole body tensed then relaxed, as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. Jane unrelentingly kept up her assault on her clit, holding her hips and trying to keep with her as she thrashed wildly, shouting incomprehensible phrases. A series of powerful short orgasms followed before Jane gradually ceased her tongue action on her clit and withdrew her finger from her tightly clenched bud.

As Nicola's body cruised back down, Jane studied her. She was looking down between her breasts, a dreamy smile of sexual satisfaction on her face. Jane brought herself up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, and finally her mouth. Nicola wrapped her hands around her, pulling them together and responding firmly.

"That was amazing," she murmured against Jane's lips.

Jane rolled off and onto her back and Nicola followed suit. "I never thought it could be like this with a woman," she gushed.

"It's something else, isn't it?"

"God yes," agreed Nicola. "I've never been touched like that before, not even by Michael."

"Ah ha!" laughed Jane triumphantly. "So now do you believe that it wasn't me last night?"

"Yes. Yes, I do believe you," Nicola conceded reluctantly. "But I'm not sure if it was Michael either. So who was it?"

Jane looked at her guiltily. "I have a confession to make. I think I muddled up the invitations. I have no idea who it is."

Nicola laughed uproariously. "So at long last we have a real mystery to solve!"

* * *

Meanwhile, back in the study Michael had opened his flies and was busy stroking his cock. He looked at Martha miserably. He felt very uncomfortable doing it in front of her. While he fancied her and had often fantasized about making love to her, it had always been in a darkened room, not in broad daylight with her fully dressed and watching him wank. His cock refused to respond.

"Here, let me help you." To his amazement he heard Martha's voice coming from down near his frantically moving hand. He hadn't even seen her leave the chair. Gently she took hold of his hand and pushed it to one side, replacing it with her own. At her touch he instantly felt himself stiffen.

She licked all the way up and down his cock before taking it into her mouth. She closed her lips around the most sensitive part of the shaft, just behind the head. Her tongue flickered over the tip again. Michael gasped and moaned as she sucked him in ever so slowly. He was as hard as he had ever been. When she'd swallowed his full length she looked up at him, a twinkle in her eyes. Michael's widened in response as she began to hum in the back of her throat, causing a delicious tingling sensation in his cock. With one hand she held the skin stretched tight as she moved her head back and forth. She rolled his balls between the fingers of her other hand. Michael groaned as her tongue played up and down his length again.

"Martha, wait!" he gasped. "I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to fuck you. I've dreamt about it for so long. Please let me fuck you!"

She looked up at him and smiled a seductive smile. ‘Why not?' she thought. She was perfectly aware of how Michael felt about her, and she herself was feeling rather hot after the morning's events. Languorously she stood up and walked over to the desk. She bent over it, lifted her skirt and thrust her hips back at him. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

"Go on then," she purred. "What are you waiting for?"

In a single smooth movement he embedded himself in the warm velvety embrace of her pussy. She was very wet. He stroked in and out as she settled herself comfortably, her head resting atop her hands on the desk. Her legs were apart, and he could see the tiny hole of her anus. Fascinated, he ran a finger around it. Martha made a soft approving noise in her throat. Slowly he pushed his finger into her a little way. Her muscles clenched around it and she pushed back with her hips, moaning softly. Michael looked down at her perfect buttocks and felt his climax building. He screwed deep into her, twisting his finger in her arse at the same time.

"Oh god, Martha, I'm coming," he gasped, thrusting as hard as he could.

Martha felt him explode inside her, his juices literally splattering against the walls of her pussy. She reached between her legs and began to play with herself as his strokes slowed.

Michael realized what she was doing. He pulled out of her and sank to his knees between her legs. Lifting his head, he lapped at her pussy, sucking up the juices that leaked from it. He wiggled the finger that was still lodged in her anus. She shuddered in response, her fingers working furiously at her clit. She began to groan, a low moaning noise timed to the bucking movement of her hips. Michael felt her anal ring clench tightly around his finger as she let out a final loud cry and fell forward onto the desk. He licked her a final time and stood up. She lay there, her body heaving as she took several deep breaths.

"Thank you, Michael. Send Kevin and Jane in now, would you?"

Michael left as Martha straightened up and smoothed down her skirt. After a few minutes the door opened and Bill poked his head around it.

"All right, love?" he enquired solicitously.

"Just fine, dearest," she replied. "Weren't Kevin and Jane supposed to be next?"

"Well, yes," said Bill, "but Jane's still in her bedroom and Kevin's nowhere to be seen. I thought maybe I could jump the queue."

"Of course you can," she smiled. "Why don't you come over here, lover?"

* * *

Andrew opened the bedroom door, running his fingers idly through his wet hair. He'd left Vanessa downstairs, claiming the need for a cooling shower after the identity parade.

He was still somewhat surprised at the way things had turned out. It wasn't that Vanessa had encouraged Martha, he knew she'd have got a kick out of that, it was more the way Martha was behaving that weekend. She'd not only let the rapist fuck her and stick his cock in her mouth, but she'd admitted it to everyone else and gone on to willingly partake in the identity parade. Andrew shook his head. His thoughts shifted to Nicola. He wondered if she had the slightest clue as to who the rapist was.

As he closed his door, he heard another being opened further down the corridor. Quickly he ducked back inside his room, leaving the door ajar and peering out through the crack. He watched Nicola leave Jane's room. She looked a little flushed as she stopped to smooth down her skirt. Straightening up, she walked past Andrew's door without seeing him and disappeared around the corner in the direction of her own bedroom. Andrew made as if to follow her, but hesitated outside his room.

"No," he murmured to himself. "First I think we'll find out what you've been up to."

He strode up to Jane's door and knocked softly.

"Just a minute!" she called from within. She sounded flustered. There was a brief pause. "Okay, you can come in now."

Andrew entered the bedroom. Jane was sitting up on the bed in a silky night robe. She clutched it about her, looking up at him with a mixture of tension and barely suppressed excitement. He wondered if John was right. Had Jane really mixed up the notes? Didn't she know who the weekend's attacker was? Jane certainly wasn't known for her fear of speaking out. If she knew, surely she would have come out and accused somebody. Wouldn't she? After all, things had definitely gone much further than she would have anticipated. He wondered if it was because she wanted the rapist to take things further with her too. He tried to think of a way to sound her out, wondering if she was excited about it, knowing that sooner or later, she would be a victim. Maybe he could use that in some way.

At the present moment though, he knew exactly what she was excited about. The aroma of sex floating about the room confirmed his deduction about what was happening in the room only moments before. He smiled inwardly. Though very tempted to comment, he decided to keep her in suspense, not letting her know either way.

"Jane, I'm glad you're still here. I wonder if I might borrow a comb. I'm not sure what Vanessa has done with mine."

Jane visibly relaxed. "Sure. There's one over there on the dresser."

"How did you and Kevin get on in the identity parade?" he asked casually, rummaging on the dresser as he hunted for the comb.

Jane clapped a startled hand to her mouth. "Oh god! I forgot all about that! Where is Kevin? Have you seen him?"

"Last time I saw him, he was in the conservatory with Suzanne," replied Andrew, pausing at the door. "Thanks for the comb!"

As he departed, an evil grin on his face and a bulge in his trousers, Jane's thoughts tumbled around her head. Why was Kevin with Suzanne? Wasn't she the next victim? Had she sent the note to her own husband? Quickly she pulled on some clothes and left the room to find them.

Already out of her sight, Andrew whistled as he strolled through the house. He was very tempted to find Nicola. She was very attractive, and he would have loved to be able to finish what had been started the previous evening. He wondered how she felt, having come at the hands of a stranger. Would she be more responsive to a second approach as a result? However, on reflection he was forced to resist the temptation. He didn't want to complicate the weekend much more than it already had been, and he certainly didn't want her husband thinking that things had spun out of control and putting an end to it. As it was, things were heating up very nicely indeed, what with the mock rapes, the identity parade and now Jane making love to Nicola in her bedroom. What would happen next? A broad grin spread across his face.

* * *

Jane hurried through the house. Thoughts churned in her mind. Kevin and Suzanne? How did she feel about that? Though Kevin had never mentioned it, she felt sure that he was aware of what had gone on in their house that afternoon several years ago. As she neared the conservatory Jane heard the distinctive ring of Suzanne's giggle.

Pushing open the door slightly, she saw Suzanne sitting on the sofa at the far end, her legs crossed demurely. Kevin was next to her, his arms spread along the back of the sofa, one hand dangling down to brush lightly on Suzanne's shoulder. It was a beautiful day outside, and the sun streamed through the open windows. The sound of birdsong mingled with the gentle rush of water down the old millrace across the courtyard.

It was evident that a rape was not taking place. Jane wondered what they had been up to. Had she interrupted before Kevin could act? She eyed them suspiciously. A tiny spark of jealousy flared in her mind, though strangely she couldn't be sure which of the two she was meant to be jealous of.

"Ahh, there you are, honey" Kevin's voice interrupted her thoughts. "We were just talking about you."

"And might I ask what is so funny about me? I heard you laughing all around the corner," she demanded, looking at Suzanne.

"Oh, Kevin was just telling me about the time you asked Matt to model for some photographs with a client of yours, and you ended up making them fuck each other. How come you never told me about that? Matt didn't either, come to think of it."

It was Jane's turn to chuckle. "You know, I'd almost forgotten that. Poor woman, I wonder if she ever had the nerve to give the pictures to her husband. I guess Matt was just being discrete. Poor guy. He was so innocent before he came to model for us. Do you ever hear from him?"

"Yes, we write occasionally. He always sends me a card and flowers on my birthday. You know that he and Claire got married in the end, just after they left college?"

"Yes, they sent me an invitation, but I was away on business, unfortunately," said Jane, still smiling. "I'm glad they did, though. They made such a sweet couple."

"God, it takes you back, doesn't it? I remember the first time he modelled nude, as clear as day. He was so embarrassed," laughed Suzanne. "And that time you guys made me strip off too." She leaned back into the sofa, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again the other way. Her short summer skirt rode up, revealing tanned thighs, beautifully rounded. Jane looked at them almost longingly, and suddenly found herself back in her bedroom, lying between those legs, kissing her way to the warmth between them...

She was still staring when Kevin's voice made its way through her dreamy recollection.

"Sweetheart, would you like something to drink? I'm going to fix myself a beer.

Jolted from her reverie, she reluctantly tore her eyes from Suzanne's thighs and looked up at her husband. "Sure. Mix me a dry martini, would you?"

"Anything for you, Suzanne?"

"I'll have the same, thanks."

Jane sat next to Suzanne in the seat Kevin had just vacated. They looked at each other.

"You were remembering just then, weren't you?" Suzanne asked.

Uncharacteristically, Jane blushed slightly. "Was it that obvious?"

"I'm afraid so," chuckled Suzanne. "If you'd been a bloke looking at my legs like that, I'd have been reaching for the can of mace!"

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help thinking of that afternoon. It seems ages ago now." Jane lowered her eyes. That time, she'd been the one in control. Now, Suzanne was the more confident and she didn't quite know what to say.

"Hey, don't be sorry," Suzanne reassured her. "I still think about it too. I sometimes..."

"...wish we could have done it again?" completed Jane, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

"Yes," she paused. "I don't know why we never did. Time just seemed to slip away, didn't it?"

Unconsciously they had moved closer together on the sofa. Their thighs touched lightly, and as one they both looked down, then back into each other's eyes. Jane parted her lips. Gradually their heads began to move closer, Suzanne tilting hers slightly as their lips approached. She felt Jane's breath against her face.

Suddenly there was a chink of glass from the doorway. They sprang apart as Kevin entered, carrying a large tray on which he had balanced a glass of beer and two martinis. He'd also picked up a small bowl of olives and some dry roasted peanuts. He placed the tray on the table and sat down on the armchair opposite Jane and Suzanne.

From where he sat, Kevin could see directly between Suzanne's sun-tanned thighs and what he saw each time her knees parted was a red strip of fabric. Suzanne's crotch was so openly inviting that for a moment Kevin forgot his wife was present. He was certain that the deep cleft in the centre of that red strip had to be created by very plump pussy-lips. He almost salivated. He wondered if she was intentionally giving him that view. He shifted his gaze to her face, but she was staring intently into the drink in her hands while she twirled the glass.

Suzanne crossed her legs again as she looked up from her drink and turned towards Jane. "Actually that reminds me. I bought along a couple of photos from the wedding. I thought you might be interested."

"I'd love to see them, if you don't mind," Jane responded eagerly.

Suzanne got up and walked across the room to fetch her handbag, which she'd left by the door. Two pairs of eyes followed her every move.

Kevin watched as Suzanne sat back down, parting her legs. This time when he looked at her, she was staring right back with no apparent modesty. She made no attempt either to conceal her obvious charms.

He was now certain that she had intentionally spread her legs to give him a really good look between. She was watching his eyes as he stared between her thighs. He licked his lips. When their eyes met, her tongue had parted her own lips and she was licking them too, with an expression on her face that made Kevin weak.

Jane smiled at the scene playing out in front of her. She knew exactly what Suzanne was up to, though she hadn't expected her to come on quite so strongly. Evidently their conversation had stirred the same long dormant urges in Suzanne that it had in herself. Scooting closer to Suzanne on the sofa she brushed her thigh as she reached over to take a handful of nuts. A casual observer would have noticed nothing out of the ordinary, but Kevin saw the way her hand lingered just fractionally longer than it should have. Evidently Suzanne had noticed too, because she crossed her legs again and leaned towards Jane, her body language making the attraction all too apparent. Kevin held his breath, waiting for the next move.

What happened next shouldn't have taken him by surprise, yet in some way it did. The two women moved into each other, lips meeting as they lost themselves in a sensuous kiss. Kevin had always secretly wanted to see his wife with another woman, but he'd never expected to see his fantasy play out in front of him that afternoon.

He watched as Jane lightly ran her hands up Suzanne's arms over her shoulders then around to her neck, playing over her collar bone. Suzanne moaned softly into Jane's mouth. Kevin was completely entranced.

Seemingly remembering that they were not alone, the ladies pulled apart and both turned towards Kevin, the expression on both their faces one of apology mixed with unabated lust.

Kevin smiled and waved his hand, beckoning them to continue.

They came together again; their once slow sensual kiss was now one of raw hunger.

Their fondling now grew more adventurous, as Jane ran her hands over Suzanne's breasts and down over her stomach. Suzanne broke their kiss, moving her mouth down Jane's neck, nipping and licking as she went. Jane moaned as Suzanne's mouth found the spot just below her ear.

Jane moved her hands back up over Suzanne's stomach, dipping under the fabric of her top and finding her breasts. She tweaked the taut nipple before lifting the top. Suzanne raised her arms, allowing Jane to pull it off completely.

Kevin gasped as her firm tanned breasts were revealed. It took much restraint for him to not go over to her and take the dark nipple into his mouth. To add to his agitation Jane removed her top as well. The sight of both women sitting there naked from the waist up had him spellbound. His cock strained against his pants and he grunted.

Jane and Suzanne now turned to him, both getting up and walking over to him.

"Shall we help you out of your clothes?" asked Jane, grinning sexily.

Kevin was tense with anticipation and didn't answer.

They both knelt on either side of him, each running their hands up and down his thighs, massaging, kneading. Kevin let his breath out in slow halting degrees. He could not believe that his wife was allowing this to happen.

Jane now worked her hands higher over Kevin's hip and up to his stomach, deliberately avoiding the protruding bulge in his pants. Slowly, she undid each button of his shirt and Kevin eased forward allowing her to slip it off his shoulders. As she did this, Kevin felt a pair of hands at his waist. Suzanne looked sexily up at him as she undid his fly. Jane joined her and in unison they pulled his trousers off his hips and down his legs, taking his briefs with them. Kevin's cock sprang upright.

Jane stood up, beckoning the other two to follow. She led them over to the sofa, disrobing completely. Seating Kevin at one end, she knelt next to him and pulled him in, kissing deeply.

Kevin responded fully to her kiss. It was one of fierce passion. Jane was more on fire that he had ever known her to be. Her tongue was wild, thrusting deep into his mouth, licking, roaming.

Suzanne quickly removed her skirt and panties and sat on the floor in front of them. Kevin moaned into Jane's mouth as he felt Suzanne's lips upon his stomach, kissing, licking, biting and sucking. It was almost more than he could bear.

Withdrawing from their kiss, Jane's mouth moved lower joining Suzanne at his stomach. Together they sent jolts of electricity surging through Kevin's body. His cock throbbed, releasing a steady trickle of pre-cum. Kevin grunted as Jane took the tip of his cock into her mouth sucking the juices that were flowing from him. She pulled away and turned to Suzanne who eagerly kissed her, tasting Kevin's pre-cum on his wife's tongue.

Jane took hold of Kevin's cock and offered it to Suzanne, who needed no further encouragement. She quickly lowered her head onto him, taking his full length inch by inch into her hungry mouth before withdrawing with a strong suction as she went. As Suzanne released his cook, Jane took over, planting little kisses on it and nipping gently. Suzanne then returned to begin furiously licking his purple head with her anxious tongue.

The contrast in mouths on his cock was amazing and Kevin was certain that it would take little more to make him come.

Jane moved off the sofa, leaving Suzanne to Kevin's cock. As Suzanne knelt on the floor, Jane settled between her legs, lying on her back and looking up at the other woman's gaping pussy.

Suzanne emitted a stifled moan as she felt Jane's tongue flick over her clit. She began sucking on Kevin's cock in earnest. She withdrew, flicking her tongue as she went. Holding his cock at the base with one hand, she squeezed it, taking the head into her mouth. She pumped her mouth over his head while her other hand fondled Kevin's balls.

With each passing second, she felt Kevin grow harder and harder. She began pumping his shaft with her hand as well, trying to milk him of the juices she so badly wanted to taste. She was soon rewarded as she felt Kevin tense and heard him grunt before the first spurt shot into her mouth. Hungrily she continued to suck at him, taking every last drop.

Releasing Kevin's still erect cock, Suzanne slid down Jane's body where she lay between her legs. As she descended, her wet pussy left a slick trail over Jane's stomach and down her thighs. She eagerly found Jane's lips, sharing Kevin's sticky come with his wife.

Jane embraced Suzanne, delving her tongue deep into her mouth. She was wild with wanton lust. Suzanne sensed this and broke the kiss, only to lower her head, capturing Jane's nipple in her hot mouth. Jane moaned and pulled Suzanne's head tighter against her breast.

Kevin sat where he was, looking down at the girls, slowly stroking his cock.

Suzanne left the first taut nipple then went on to deliver the same wickedly delicious treatment to the other. She sucked, nipped, licked and bit the nipple, inducing wild moans from Jane. Her fingers finding the free nipple, Suzanne tweaked it causing Jane to hump wildly at her leg. Suzanne was amazed at Jane's reactions: reactions that she had skilfully caused. Smiling, she released Jane's nipple from the heat of her mouth, quickly finding it with her fingers. Without letting go, she slid lower down Jane's body, anxious to find the source of the wetness that had been against her legs.

As she settled between Jane's legs, Suzanne wasted no time before diving between the slick folds of Jane's bald pussy. She began lapping at the wet hole with her tongue. Jane writhed beneath her. Suzanne buried her face deeper, her tongue probing into the depths of Jane's pussy. Jane began humping her pussy against Suzanne's mouth.

"Oh no. Please. Please, don't stop!" Jane panted as Suzanne withdrew.

"Why not?" Suzanne challenged sexily.

"God, Suzy. Please. Suck my puss... oh God!" she yelled as Suzanne plunged two fingers into her throbbing hole.

"You were saying?" Suzanne asked, twisting her fingers as she grinned. She loved being able to tease Jane like this.

"I - oh - Suzy! Mmm!"

"That's not what you were saying, babe"

"Oh Suzanne. Suck me. Suck my pussy."

"So don't do this?" Suzanne asked, twisting and pumping her fingers.

Jane reached out to Suzanne and pulled her head towards her pussy. "Suck me!" she demanded.

Suzanne eagerly obliged. She opened her mouth covering Jane's mound with her lips. Darting her tongue out, she laved Jane's swollen pussy. Pulling her fingers out, she quickly replaced them with her tongue, hungrily accepting the juices released.

Jane was twisting her own nipples, writhing and moaning in ecstasy. She tensed momentarily when she felt Suzanne's tongue flicker over her clit and as the tongue returned she relaxed and began slowly humping, matching Suzanne's rhythm.

"Ohhh baby. That feels sooo good."

Suzanne increased the speed of her tongue and now began flicking at Jane's clit wildly

"Oh fuck! Yes!" Jane moaned. Her whole body started contracting; tensing and releasing and her orgasm drew near. "Oh fuck. Ohhh yes! FUCK!" she screamed as it hit her forcefully.

Her pussy spasmed against Suzanne's mouth, her hips jerked, yet Suzanne remained with her, keeping up the stimulation on her clit, slowly carrying her back down, gently evoking little whimpers.

Jane's eyes were shut. Her face contorted. Slowly she came back to earth and Suzanne pulled away sitting back on her heels, only to come back into Kevin. She relaxed in the warmth of his body, moaned at the touch of his hands over her hips.

She felt the tip of his cock against her buttocks and she wriggled. Kevin moaned into her back. He felt her move forward, only to look over her shoulder and see his wife pulling her.

"Come here, baby" Jane beckoned and Suzanne complied, moving up over Jane's body and squatting over her face.

Kevin saw his wife's tongue dart out, licking the length of Suzanne's pussy lips. She lifted her hips in a teasing invitation. Anxiously Kevin positioned himself, kneeling between his wife's legs. He pulled her bum up his thighs, running his cock up and down her slick lips. Jane humped each time, beckoning him to enter her. Yet each time Kevin denied her. He continued his sweet torture. Jane growled furiously into Suzanne's pussy. Suzanne pushed against her mouth in response, stifling her pleas to Kevin.

Jane dug her nails into Suzanne's backside, pulling her hard against her mouth and attacking her clit wildly.

"Christ! Oh Jane!" Suzanne moaned as her hand flew to her breasts.

The action in front of him was more that Kevin could bear. He forcefully slammed his cock into Jane's anxious pussy. This brought forth another muffled groan from Suzanne.

They were all swept away by the passion of the moment, filled with a frantic, maddening desire that they just had to satisfy.

Kevin began plunging in and out of Jane's hot pussy, each time causing her to moan into Suzanne's pussy.

Jane was rocking, meeting each of Kevin's deep strokes. Her pace against Suzanne's pussy was furious, sending her quickly into a maddening orgasm. Suzanne screamed and humped against Jane's mouth, riding out her climax.

Instantly Kevin found Jane's clit with his fingers and began tweaking it, calling forth her own orgasm. As skilful as he was, it was mere seconds before Jane's orgasm hit her

"Oh fuck, Kevin! I'm coming!" she screamed into Suzanne's twitching pussy.

As her climax hit her, her pussy clamped tightly against Kevin's cock. "Ohhh Jane! Ohhh!" he groaned as wave after wave of hot cum spurted deep into his wife's pussy.

Totally spent, the three of them collapsed onto the floor embracing each other.

* * *

They met in the dining room later that afternoon. In ones and twos they arrived, Martha's entrance causing the biggest stir. They were all dying to know what conclusion she had come to, but she was staying tight-lipped. Once they were all present, Jane stood up.

"I think that I've established to Nicola's satisfaction that it was not me who ‘assaulted' her last night," she announced. She glanced across the table at Nicola, who blushed and lowered her head. "I'm sure we're all dying to know, Martha, whether you had any success in identifying him."

Martha got to her feet. "Well, as I'm sure you know, Jane, I was not able to complete the parade because your husband was missing. Unfortunately, I'm not sure that it would have made much difference even if he had turned up. I couldn't tell who it was, except that it almost certainly wasn't Bill."

"Are you saying we're all the same, then?" asked Andrew, smirking.

"No," Martha responded slowly, "I'm saying that it all happened so quickly, and so much has gone on since, that I just can't remember with enough certainty to make a comparison."

"Oh come on," protested John. "You must have some idea, surely."

"I haven't," she repeated. "If you really pushed me, I'd have to say that I don't think it was either you or Michael, but more than that I can't say."

She sat back down and looked around the table. There was a brief silence.

"So all that was for nothing?" said Jill, disbelievingly.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that, love," guffawed Roger. He looked over at Andrew and Michael, and winked broadly. "Eh, mates?"

"Roger!" Jill exclaimed. "You're not in the clear, you know!"

"So what do we do now?" asked Vanessa. Jane looked at John and opened her mouth to say something. He shook his head minutely, and she sat back in her chair, looking at him questioningly.

"We'll just have to wait and see if he strikes again," said John. "I'm betting he won't repeat, so we just make sure that we keep our eyes open."

"Some weekend this is turning out to be!" commented Roger. The others all agreed.

They sat through dinner, pointing fingers and discussing who the perpetrator might be, the original scenario almost completely forgotten. As the night came to an end the excited party broke up, some with reluctance, others with eager anticipation.

* * *

Suzanne headed for the room she was sharing with Jane, a spring in her step. Her experience only a few hours ago was still very fresh in her head. She wondered if she should take advantage of her time with Jane tonight.

Childish though it was, she felt as though she'd got her own back on John for coming in Martha's mouth. She wondered if he and Kevin would talk about it in their room. She chuckled to herself. Of course they would. They were men, weren't they? He'd been supposed to walk her back to her room, to make sure she wasn't attacked, but had been desperately keen to get back downstairs to the lounge, where Kevin had opened a few beers. On the landing she'd taken pity on him and told him he could go. He'd scampered downstairs like an eager puppy dog let off the leash.

Suddenly, she felt a tingling down her spine, almost as though she was being watched. Slowly she turned. A shadowy figure stood outside one of the doorways. She tried to remember whose room it was. Roger's? Or had John crept back behind her? The man stepped out to the shadows. He was wearing dark clothes, and his face was covered with a balaclava, only his eyes and mouth showing. The glass of white wine she'd been carrying fell to the floor. She felt like a rabbit, frozen in oncoming headlamps. She silently screamed at her legs to move, but they refused to respond. Then it was too late.

He dragged her into a small, unoccupied room. It was dark, the only illumination the moonlight streaming through the open window. He seized the back of her robe and roughly tore it off, sending her spinning onto the single bed against the far wall. Before she could react he was upon her, pressing her nude body into the bed. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, his hardness pressing into her bum through the material of his trousers. Almost involuntarily she lifted her hips up to him, squeezing at him with her muscles.

He grunted pleasurably then slowly shifted his body around until he was sitting astride her, facing down the bed, his weight holding her pinned to the mattress. She struggled briefly, only stopping when she felt his hands grasp her buttocks. He prised them apart as she fought to clench her muscles. When he licked the full length of her cleft, a surprised cry was forced from her lips. She stopped trying to fight him and went completely limp under his hands in tacit acquiescence to his actions.

He licked her again, running his tongue around the tiny hole of her anus. She could feel it winking at him in response to the teasing touch. She lifted her hips as she felt his hand sliding under her. It curled up to stroke at her rapidly moistening pussy. She parted her legs, moaning gently into the bedcovers. A finger parted her lips, sliding gently along her slit and just brushing against her clit at the end of its travel. His other hand worked its way under her, two fingers penetrating her pussy as he continued to stimulate her clit. She jerked as he pushed his tongue against her anus, hard. With an effort, she relaxed the muscular ring, allowing him to pierce her there also.

Steadily he increased the tempo of his movements. Suzanne's hips bucked in time with him as she lost control of her actions. Her moans were interrupted only by an occasional cry as he touched a particularly sensitive spot. She clutched at the sheets, crumpling them in her hands. He worked a third finger into her pussy, plunging them in and out. His tongue probed at her anus, a sensation that she always loved. With his other hand he circled her clit faster and faster.

"Stop! Wait," she gasped, on the very edge of coming. To her surprise, he obeyed. "Fuck me, please. I know you didn't do the others, but I'm begging you, fuck me now."

She felt his weight lifting from her back. She tried to turn over, but his strong hands held her down. The bed settled between her legs and she felt the soft material of his clothes against her skin. She lifted her hips slightly to him, reaching down and holding her lips open for him. His hard cock nudged at her entrance, and with a slight push it was in. Her pussy sucked at him hungrily.

He moved back to a kneeling position, pulling her with him firmly until she rested on hands and knees. She let her chest rest on the bed, one hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit. With her other she reached back to finger her own anus. The man chuckled, a throaty unnatural sound as though he were trying to disguise his laughter. She felt his hand fondling, probing next to hers. Her bum was very slippery from his saliva and her juices, and his finger easily slipped inside. She moaned again, pushing back onto him.

To her surprise he pulled away, leaving her empty and craving.

"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please, I want more."

He had no intention of stopping. Almost before she had finished speaking he was back, his cock pressing against her sphincter. She relaxed the muscles and pushed back, wanting him to take her.

"Yes," she whispered. "Put it in there. Fuck me there."

With infinite care he eased the head of his cock into her arse. She held her breath as he entered her, letting it out with a long gasp as the widest point passed through and she closed around his shaft. He let her take him in at her own pace, moving an inch at a time, stopping whenever she tightened her muscles. As she relaxed he continued his penetration. All the while her fingers played over her clit, a myriad of sensations flooding through her body.

She felt his skin against her bum and realised that she had taken his full length. She breathed deeply, savouring the immense fullness. With the same tender care with which he had entered her, he began to fuck her. Every nerve ending tingled as he slowly slid in and out of her willing arse. Her fingers sped up as she felt herself racing towards her climax. It hit her like a train, every muscle in her body shaking as she cried out loud. She was vaguely aware of his cock twitching inside her as she milked him to his own orgasm, then she was falling forward, lost in a daze of sensations and emotions.

When she came to, he had gone. She was alone in the room, only a small trickle of his come dribbling from her open hole and a crumpled robe on the floor to tell her that it had happened at all. She had no idea what the time was. She took a deep breath and sat up. Leaning forward, she picked up the robe and clutched it around herself. Her mind whirled. Who had it been? Why had she succumbed so easily? Hell, she'd not only succumbed, she'd begged him to take her.

Pulling herself together, she stood up and walked unsteadily out of the room.

When she got to her own bedroom, she found, with a sense of relief, that Jane was already asleep. She thanked her lucky stars for that, because she needed time to think before she was ready to admit to what had happened. Quietly she climbed into her side of the huge bed and was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

* * *

Jane lowered the weights to the floor and stretched. She'd had a good workout, just what she'd needed to wake her up before breakfast. She wondered how Suzanne had slept. Certainly she'd been dead to the world when Jane had left the room half an hour earlier. As the thoughts popped into her head she couldn't help grinning to herself. It had been a long time, but Suzanne had been just as enthusiastic, just as willing as before. Still smiling, Jane stepped into the changing room and quickly stripped off. She showered luxuriantly, breathing in the scent of the creamy gel as she smoothed it over her body. She was drying herself when the door from the gym began to open.

"Just a minute," she called, clutching the soft fluffy towel to her body. The door continued to open silently. Jane's heart was in her mouth. She held her breath as a man entered as though in slow motion. With a thrill she realized that he was masked. This was it! It was her turn!

The stranger grinned at her shock. He was on her in a flash, seizing the towel and throwing it across the room. She turned as if to run, but he spun her round. He bent and lifted her over his shoulder, her bum high in the air. She kicked her legs in a very undignified manner.

"Wha... what are you doing? Put me down at once."

Her assailant ignored her protests. Instead he pushed open the door with his knee, taking them back inside the compact gymnasium.

He quickly tipped her forward, standing her in front of him. In the brief time it took her to regain her balance, he had already reached for something in his pocket.

"What are you doing?" she asked him again.

He did not answer her. Grabbing her wrist, he turned her from him, and before she could attempt to slip away from him, he had it securely tied to the overhead frame of one of the exercise machines. She slapped at him ineffectually with her free hand, thrown off balance by his actions.

"Untie me at once. Stop this madness. Who are you?"

She tried to reach for his mask. Adding to her fury he ignored her. His only response was to grasp her other wrist and fasten it in the exact same manner, stretching her arms upwards and outwards.

She tugged at the bonds that captured her, keeping her in place, outspread before him. They felt strong and unyielding, but soft against her skin. She looked up and gasped. He'd tied her with two of her own silk scarves, from her dresser. When had he taken them?

"Who the hell are you?" she spat.

She heard his belt buckle being undone and out of the corner of her eye she saw dark trousers being tossed aside.

Jane sucked in her breath. What did he have planned for her?

She heard him come up behind her. She felt his rapid, warm breath on the naked skin of her back. She swallowed.

The first heated touch of his lips upon her shoulder caused her to jump. She gasped as his talented lips and tongue began to trace a determined path from her shoulder blades to the base of her spine.

She desperately wanted to know who this mystery man was. "Please, answer me. Who are you?" she begged.

No answer.

The heat continued onto her sensitive arse.

Jane wriggled in her restraints trying not to give in to that devastating mouth.

It did no good. He had completely trapped her. Her hands could not move.

She asked again, pleading with him.

In response, his fingernails rapidly scraped up the front of her thighs. His mouth followed, his teeth grazing up her side as he ascended. He was not listening to her.

Again he traced the path down her back, his skilled tongue flicking and laving, but not meandering.

He knelt on the floor behind her, capable hands firmly clasped her hips. Suddenly his tongue darted out, playing with the dimples at the base of her spine, just below her waist. A tremor ran through her and she tried to suppress the moan that sprang to her lips.

The tip of his tongue ever so lightly traced the centreline of her buttocks.

Jane was stunned, though not displeased.

Again she twisted in the binding ties. She could not escape his sensual touch! When he rounded the curve of one smooth buttock, he bit her sharply.

Jane hissed at him, shocked, though he had not really hurt her.

A resonant growl was his response. He apparently liked her reaction. Jane groaned; who the hell was this?

The tips of his eyelashes skimmed along her leg until his mouth found the back of her knee. Jane was very sensitive there and when he swiped the flat of his tongue across the crease, she desperately tried to move her leg away from him. His capable palms captured her calf, putting an end to that hope.

His finger strummed up and down her inner leg as he continued to torture her with his talent. He travelled down to her ankle, suddenly catching the tender spot above her heel with a quick grip of his teeth. Tingles flowed up her leg to . . . right there. A small sound escaped her parted lips.

His broad shoulder thrust between her legs from behind, forcing them apart. With a hand on each of her calves, his upper body slipped through the vee of her stance. In a fluid motion, he stretched out on the floor between her legs.

Lazily, he let his burning gaze scorch the length of her inner legs up to the smooth skin at her juncture. From his vantage point on the floor he had quite a view.

In the same deliberate yet leisurely manner, he gradually lifted those spiky black lashes to meet her stunned look dead on. His dark eyes were hazy with dangerous passion.

His eyes... They were eyes she recognized. But to whom did they belong? Surely not Kevin, nor were they John's, of that she was almost certain. She found it difficult to concentrate under his hypnotic gaze.

So intense was his smoky stare that Jane could feel it igniting her, and could feel herself becoming ever more damp for him.

The commanding hands on the backs of her thighs now pulled her forward as her sat up between her legs bring his mouth into perfect alignment with her pussy.

She felt his hot breath as it skimmed her sensitive bare skin. She swallowed anxiously. The first quick touch of his tongue had her moaning in a combination of shock, relief, and ecstasy.

Swiftly he buried his tongue in her then smoothly withdrew it with a long deep lap. He was masterful, never hesitating in his actions. He stroked deep inside her, seeking and finding, tasting and teasing, starting a relentless pattern that soon had her begging him to stop the torture.

Jane began making a considerable amount of noise. He mercilessly licked and suckled and grazed her with his teeth. She stood on tiptoe, trying to get away from the unbearable overwhelming sensations. There was nowhere she could go. She could not even close her thighs to him, because he had positioned himself between her legs. Firmly he brought her back down to his mouth. Her entire body trembled with his exotic touch.

"Ohhh... please... you must..." Stop, she thought. But she couldn't bring herself to say it.

The tips of his nails lightly scraped along her lower back. Inserting his tongue in her, he suckled hard and growled low in his chest.

Jane screamed. Several times. That one unexpected action had sent her tumbling into a frenzied orgasm. Her hips rocked as her pussy spasmed violently.

He leaned back on the palms of his hands, looking up at her through a veil of lashes. It was the intimate stare of a knowing lover.

Breathing raggedly, Jane gazed down at him too spent to do anything else. She watched him, alert for any sign of what her intended to do next; he was visibly aroused though his shorts.

He now sprang up in front of her. He lifted her chin with a flick of his finger and kissed her deep and hard. Jane tasted herself on his lips. Again she tugged at the bonds that held her arms outstretched in a futile attempt to free them.

Abruptly he broke off and strolled behind her.

She turned her head, following his step. "What are you doing?"

He did not answer. Instead a strong arm circled her waist, bringing her back against his hard length. A muscular thigh wedged between her legs.

Jane's breath came in rapid pants.

He hesitated.

Jane became aware of her own unsteady breathing and tried to calm her self somewhat.

Before she could succeed, he hitched her into position and slid far into her, as far as he could go.

Jane cried out at the full throbbing impact. He was so deep inside!

Behind her he snarled softly, then bit into her shoulder, a sexy, sharp nip. He rubbed his face in her hair as his other hand reached around to capture a breast. Squeezing the soft mound, he caught the hardened tip between two outstretched fingers, tugging and rolling.

Jane shifted her head back, moving with him as he caressed her hair with his face, burying himself in its thickness much like he had buried himself elsewhere. His hand now slipped from around her waist to brush over her bare pussy, finding the throbbing bud, teasing it rapidly.

Jane moaned.

Suddenly he stopped moving his finger.

Jane cried out in agony, the absence of his touch a torture, she begged him to touch her again.

Instead, he flexed inside of her, bringing forth a sharp gasp from her lips. "Oh god. Please. Please!" she screamed.

He began to move inside her, bringing her with him as they rocked in a swaying back and forth motion.

His finger resumed its assault on her clit.

With each stroke, Jane got closer and closer to erupting.

His finger stopped momentarily, then suddenly she felt a sharp tug on her hyper sensitive bud and she cried out as her orgasm hit her with full force.

He now became wild. With each and every untamed thrust he took them higher and higher, deeper and deeper.

Jane matched him move for move as her pussy clamped him unrelentingly, releasing his impending orgasm.

Afterwards she sunk limply against the bonds. Slowly he slipped out of her then stepped away.

The light footfall sounded somehow ominous.

"Where are you going?"

In some strange way she wondered if he was purposely ignoring her to heighten the mood. She wondered what else he was going to do to her. Her anticipation and weariness combined into a heavy desire that grew with each passing second. Yet as time drew on, she became more and more convinced that he was not returning. She was now alone, tied-up and horny.

She wondered how long he would leave her like this, before returning to do - what...?

* * *

In the kitchen, the others were beginning to gather. A delicious smell filled the air. Kevin had pulled on an apron and was at the Aga, frying bacon and eggs. A hotplate on the sideboard already held a generous quantity of sausages, black pudding, mushrooms and tomatoes. At one end of the breakfast table, Martha and Jill sat deep in conversation, each nibbling at a piece of toast and oblivious to everyone else. Bill was pacing up and down, speaking quietly into his mobile phone. Andrew arrived at the same time as Roger, and poured them both a slug of the excellent coffee from Jane's expensive machine.

"Morning Kevin," he called. "Sleep well?"

"Yes, mate. You?"

"Like a log," replied Andrew, looking around to see if his wife had beaten him down to breakfast. "I left Ness in the shower. She'll probably be here shortly. Where's Jane?"

"She went down to the gym for a workout," answered Kevin. He frowned. "Funny. I'd have thought she'd be up by now. I wonder if anything's happened to her. She doesn't normally take this long."

He didn't seem too concerned by her absence.

"Maybe she's having a nice shower. Ness always takes ages," suggested Andrew. As he spoke, his wife entered the room. "Oh there you are, love. We were just talking about you.

"Nothing bad, I hope," laughed Vanessa.

"No, just how much you like your showers. Speaking of which, Kevin thinks Jane's been down in the gym far too long. You wouldn't like to go and see what she's up to, would you?

"Sure," replied Vanessa. "Save me some of that bacon though. I'm famished!"

She left the room and walked slowly to the staircase that led down to Kevin and Jane's small but well-equipped gymnasium. She listened at the door, but was unable to hear anything. Shrugging her shoulders, she pushed it open and stepped inside. She gasped at the sight that greeted her. Jane stood in the centre of the room, her arms raised above her head and tied at the wrists to one of the machines. Her head rested on her chest, which rose and fell as she breathed deeply. Her body glistened with perspiration, and juices trickled down between her thighs. As the door banged shut, she looked up. Vanessa couldn't be sure, but almost felt that Jane was disappointed to see her.

"Well, well," crowed Vanessa. "The schemer gets a taste of her own medicine. Did you see who it was?"

Jane smiled ruefully. "Only his eyes," she admitted. "And not for long enough. He did things to me, distracted me."

"Oh, I'll bet he did," chuckled Vanessa. "And judging from the state of you, you loved every minute of it."

"Yes," allowed Jane. "Yes, I did. Can you let me down? I'll tell you all about it."

"You know, I don't think I will," replied Vanessa, thoughtfully. "It's about time I had a little fun. After that, I think I might just bring the others down to have a look at you."

"No," begged Jane, but it was too late. Vanessa was already running a hand over her defenceless body.

"Vanessa? W-what are you doing?" stammered Jane. Sharp sexual energy surged through her body as Vanessa's fingers flowed slowly over her stomach.

"Ahh. I think it is obvious, don't you?"

"W-why?" she faltered again. Vanessa's action truly surprised her. She had seen no clue that Vanessa was interested in women, sexually.

"Because I can clearly see that you want to be touched. That you need release."

"I do need to be released. Untie me!"

"Dear Jane," Vanessa crooned. "You can't always get what you want. Thing don't always go the way you hope. You should know that by now."

Jane looked at her, suddenly guarded. "You know?"

"Know what? Know that you messed up your notes? Or know who the rapist is?" Vanessa replied tauntingly.

"Who is it?" demanded Jane.

"Jane, Jane, Jane," soothed Vanessa, scraping her fingernail over Jane's nipple, watching as it instantly drew taut. "Maybe if you ask nicely I might tell you."

"I really want to know, Vanessa. After all, he's had sex with me. That's the least I should know. Will you tell me?"

"Of course I'll tell you," Vanessa drawled, bringing the other nipple to its firm state. "After."

"After what?"

"After I do this," Vanessa finished, dipping her head and capturing one of the protruding nipples in her mouth. Jane gasped in alarm then moaned in delight as Vanessa began sucking it. Slowly she suckled, gently biting, pulling and laving it with her tongue.

"And this," she continued, delivering the same slow, delicious treatment to the other breast while tweaking the one she had just released.

Jane pulled against her restraints trying to force her breasts harder against Vanessa's mouth.

"And this too." Without any further warning, Jane felt Vanessa's finger at her wet pussy.

"Oh god, Ness," Jane moaned as she felt long slender fingers slip into her. They were withdrawn only to run slickly over her pussy lips and up to her clit.

In a circular motion, Vanessa began slowly rubbing around Jane's clit. Jane began thrusting her hips out, trying to get Vanessa to focus on her clit. Vanessa kept rubbing then momentarily went back to Jane's wet hole, dipping her fingers in then returning to her clit. This time she used one hand to draw open Jane's folds and started gently tapping Jane's sensitive bud with the middle finger of her other hand. The tapping felt strange to Jane at first. Vanessa kept up the tapping, rhythmic, gentle but firm. Slowly a delicious warmth began building deep inside Jane and spreading outward. She felt her face flush, her skin tingle. Vanessa's tapping now increased.

Jane was panting, mumbling incoherent things.

Vanessa continued steadily. She looked at Jane, her eyes smoky with sexual energy. She reached towards Jane, running her tongue over her lips and delving into her already open mouth. Jane responded to Vanessa kiss with a heated frenzy. The tapping on her clit sped up, sending her spiralling into a forceful climax.

She moaned into Vanessa's mouth and humped wildly against her hand.

Slowly Vanessa's tapping subsided and she withdrew her hand from Jane's pussy.

Jane hung limply in her bonds. Her body gleamed in the powerful overhead lights, reflected a myriad of times in the wall-to-wall mirrors. With a shudder she looked up and looked at Vanessa. Her eyes widened as a shadowy figure detached itself from the doorway behind her and approached them, clapping appreciatively. She tensed as he came into the light. It was Andrew.

"Having fun, darling?" he addressed Vanessa directly, ignoring Jane completely.

"I am, dearest," responded Vanessa warmly. "Look what I found."

Andrew turned to Jane now and looked her up and down. Under his penetrating gaze she felt a desperate urge to cover herself up. Weakly she tugged at the unyielding scarves. She flinched slightly as she felt his hand cup one of her breasts. With a moan she realised that her body was responding yet again, the nipple hardening under his caressing thumb.

Andrew released her and turned to his wife. "I see you've already given her what she wanted. Now, what about you?"

"You know what I want, darling," purred Vanessa, melting into his arms and tilting her head up towards his. Their lips met and parted, their tongues mingling. One of Andrew's hands slid under the elasticated waistband of Vanessa's clingy trousers, caressing the smooth curve of her buttocks. She murmured in response, unbuttoning his shirt part way up and running her hands over his muscular stomach.

They were interrupted by the arrival of Martha. She shot into the room like a cannonball, halting abruptly when she saw the scene in front of her.

"Guys, come quickly!" she shouted up the stairs. "They're all here, in the gym."

The others quickly burst into the room, chattering eagerly. Several of them stopped and looked at Jane appreciatively. She hung her head, avoiding eye contact.

"Well," Kevin's voice rose above the babble. "I think it's quite obvious that Jane has been caught by our dear friend the rapist. And it looks to me like he in turn has been caught in the act with his next victim."

"You mean me?" asked Andrew, amused.

"He wasn't raping me," giggled Vanessa. "He found me down here, that's all."

Jane mumbled something unintelligible.

"What was that, darling?" asked Kevin. "I don't think we quite heard you."

"I said, I was the last victim," clarified Jane. "There were no more after me."

"But that's crazy," scoffed Jill. "You know who it is. What would be the point of that?"

"He was supposed to ‘kill' me," answered Jane. "You know, like in the murder games. I thought it would be a climax."

"And instead you got a different kind of climax," laughed Roger, earning himself yet another elbow in the ribs from Jill. "So why didn't he ‘kill' you?"

Jane didn't answer him. For a moment she seemed lost in thought. She slowly turned to Suzanne.

"Because I was not his last victim," she said, realization dawning. It explained why he didn't whisper the dreaded words "you're dead" in her ear. "It was supposed to be four of us. He skipped someone."

She decided not to let them know who the next victim was, in case the drama was not yet over.

Suzanne cleared her throat.

"I have a confession to make," she admitted as they all turned to look at her. "Last night, I - erm - I was also taken."

"What?" Jane asked, as surprised as all the others. "How come you didn't tell us?" she asked accusingly.

"It was late. I - er - I went straight to bed afterwards. You were already sleeping." Suzanne fumbled.

"When did that happen?" asked John, accusingly.

"Just after you left me to go back downstairs and gossip with Kevin," retorted Suzanne, a glint in her eye.

John had the grace to blush slightly. "Sorry love," he muttered. "Are you okay?"

She smiled absent-mindedly. "Oh yes. "

"Now this still doesn't explain why he didn't kill you, Jane," Roger pointed out.

John laughed. "Didn't she tell you? He didn't kill her because he didn't need to. She fucked up the invitations. She hasn't got a fucking clue who's doing this! And nor does anyone else, except the villain himself."

"I know," announced Vanessa dramatically.

"Really?" asked Andrew, looking askance at his wife.

Vanessa grinned. "I do. It was Kevin. You didn't mess up the invitations, Jane. He swapped them around. He had the perfect opportunity, and he couldn't resist the chance to get close to some of us. I bet he hoped all along that things would go further than just pretend."

"That's ridiculous," snapped Nicola. "It wasn't Kevin."

"Oh yeah?" challenged Vanessa. "Who was it then?"

"Michael."

"What?" gasped Michael. "Nicky, what are you talking about?"

"Let me get this straight," laughed Jill. "You're accusing your own husband?"

"And why not?" asked Nicola. "Why else would I be the only one not to have felt his cock? He was trying to hide it from me, knowing I'd recognise him. And when I came out of the room, who should I bump into but him, all innocent?"

"I wish it had been me, love," chuckled Michael, "but you know I could never have just stopped after turning you on like that." He moved behind his wife and took her in his arms, blatantly pushing his hand down the front of her skirt. "I can never resist you once you're naked and horny."

"I don't mind, you know," murmured Nicola. "I got quite excited, thinking about you with all the others."

She leaned back into his arms, swaying her hips gently as his fingers insinuated themselves into her panties. She twisted her head back, kissing him on the lips. Their mouths opened as they unashamedly let their tongues entwine. Roger stared at them, his arousal all too clear from the bulge in his trousers.

"So who was it then?" asked John, looking somewhat bewildered.

"I'm sorry, Roger, but I think it was you." Suzanne commented.

It was Roger's turn to look shocked and make stammered denials.

"I was outside yours and Bill's room when I was attacked, Roger. I know Bill was downstairs with Martha, so you must have been waiting for me to come along."

"No, that's not true!" gasped Roger. "I was outside, having a cigarette."

"Did anybody see you?" asked Suzanne.

"No, but I met Jill on my way back to the lounge."

"That's true," allowed Jill. "I know he's been like a dog in heat all weekend, but I'm sure Roger couldn't have done all this. Anyway, Bill wasn't with Martha all the time. He went to the toilet after you'd left, Suzanne. He was gone for ages."

"What do you mean, I couldn't have done it? Of course I could!" argued Roger. He stuttered to a halt, blushing as he realised that this could be construed as an admission. "I mean, I wish I could have, but I didn't."

His voice tailed away unconvincingly.

"Well, I told you my thoughts yesterday," said Martha. "I'm quite sure it wasn't Bill, and if I had to guess I'd say it was either Roger, Andrew or Kevin."

Kevin laughed uproariously. "So with Martha's three possibilities, that makes two for me, two for Roger, one for Michael and one for Andrew. Anyone else care to have a go?"

"Can I just check something?" asked Bill. "I mean, I know Martha enjoyed herself, but would I be right in saying that all the other victims went along pretty willingly?"

Suzanne and Nicola blushed furiously as they mumbled their agreement. "And you, Jane? I know he tied you up, but you could have got away before that, couldn't you?"

"Yes," whispered Jane. "A part of me wanted to, but a bigger part just couldn't resist what was happening to me. And please, could somebody let me down now?"

"I think not," purred Suzanne. "After all, you screwed up. I think you deserve some punishment." She leaned forward and whispered in Jane's ear. "I let you go all those years ago, and this time I'm going to keep you right where I want you."

John came up behind Suzanne and stroked his hand over her bum. She turned to him and kissed him.

"I know about you and Jane," he muttered.

Suzanne looked at him. "What do you know?"

"About the two of you, before we met," he admitted. "And about yesterday, with Kevin. I was watching."

She looked at him steadily, a slight smile on her lips. "You were, were you? And why didn't you stop me?"

"Because you looked so hot. Because I felt I owed you, after what happened with Martha. And because watching you with those two, I got so turned on."

Suzanne glanced over at Kevin and crooked a finger at him. He was at her side almost instantly. She winked at John.

"I think it's your turn now, lover," she purred. "Jane can watch."

She kissed each of the two men in turn. Jane's eyes widened as she watched their hands roaming all over the silky fabric of Suzanne's dress. She strained in a futile attempt to free herself as they gradually hitched up the hem to reveal Suzanne's creamy white knickers.

Over to the side, Andrew was licking Vanessa's fingers, much to her amusement.

"So you like the taste of Jane, do you?" she teased him. "I think it's time you remembered what I taste like."

Andrew looked around. Kevin and John had almost succeeded in undressing Suzanne completely. Jane looked on in all too obvious frustration, still naked and tied, straining to get free. Suzanne was cruelly tweaking her nipples as the men sank to their knees on either side of her. Michael had lifted Nicola's skirt and appeared to be actually fucking her over one of the weight machines. Jill had dropped to her knees in front of Roger, and he was holding her head as she bobbed up and down in front of him. Only Bill and Martha stood to one side, looking on in unfeigned amusement at the events unfolding in front of them.

"What are you waiting for?" asked Vanessa, one of her hands already inside her underwear. Andrew needed no further encouragement. He knelt between her legs and slowly pulled down her trousers and panties. Breathing in deeply, he lowered his head.

Bill and Martha watched as Vanessa's head slowly leaned back against the wall, her eyes closed.

"Well, love, I don't suppose we'll ever find out who did it, will we?" he asked.

"No," she agreed reluctantly. "I'd like to have known. Still..."

"There's always next time," finished Bill, laughing.

"There is indeed, and it's my turn to organise it," said Martha firmly. "In the meantime, I'm beginning to feel a little left out. Would you care to come over here and sort that out?"

Bill grinned and took her into his arms.

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