Jean Saves Her Brother's Ass

Content Warning This fantasy involves a young wife being coerced into nonconsensual sex. If stories of this type upset you, please stop reading now! I am sure you can find plenty of stories on Literotica that match your particular desires. I know that there are categories on Literotica that I avoid.

This story takes place in the early 1970s.

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Prolog

I have to accept some of the blame for what happened to my wife. We had been married for just a few months, and Jean was not happy to be left alone while I attended a conference. Jean wanted to come along with me to a resort in Sun Valley, Idaho. I explained that it was a workshop for biophysicists and we would be occupied every day until late. No one brought their spouses to these events and Jean would be all alone with little to do. Even worse it was the off season so there would be no skiing and the shops would be closed. I managed to placate Jean by promising a trip to New York City to catch a musical.

To make matters worse, I had been fighting the flu for nearly three weeks before the conference. It took all of my energy to drag my sorry ass to the laboratory seven days a week. The professor that I was a postdoc for was desperate to make an impression at the conference. I worked long hours seven days a week to analyze the data and prepare material for the presentation. I even fell asleep late one night eating the dinner Jean had saved for me. How she got me into bed, I will never know.

Jean had just finished college at the Cornell Ag school in January just before our February wedding. She was ambivalent about going for an advanced degree in rural sociology. Instead, she decided we needed to start a family. I was overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and somewhat naive. We were living on my postdoc salary which was a not a lot of money. However, the cost of living in upstate New York is very low and my paycheck looked pretty good compared to many of the locals. Also, we were renting an inexpensive shack in the country and only had Jean's small, low-interest student loans.

Before I got sick, Jean and I had been fucking like a pair of minks in heat. When I got home at night, Jean would greet me at the door in a negligee with a drink in hand. She would ravage me before dinner and then again for dessert. Sex is like a drug; the more you get, the more your body wants. She was insatiable and would wake me two or three times a night for more. She carefully tracked her periods and marked her fertile days on the calendar with a bright red marker. The week of my conference was smack dab in the middle of the red zone. Jean had hoped that with my health slowly improving, we could soon resume our quest for a child. Even the night before the trip, I was so exhausted I didn't respond to my wife's attempts at seduction. I promised things would be better when I returned.

When I got back from the trip, I was worn down, but not so fatigued that I didn't recognize that something was wrong. Jean was angry, very angry. I found a little comfort in the fact that her anger was directed at her brother and not so much at me. I had never seen my young wife so upset, but Jean refused to discuss what her brother Robert had done to make her so irate. At the time, I was grateful that she gave me a week to recover before we slowly renewed our sex life. It took me some time to uncover a partial account of what had happened while I was away. I started by interrogating her brother.

Robert was seven years older than Jean and the only male figure in her family. Her father had divorced her mother when Jean was three and she adored her brother. Robert was traumatized by the year he spent fighting in the jungles of Vietnam. When he returned from the war, he drifted aimlessly from job to job. He smoked weed from the moment he got up until he went to sleep. Even his sleep was disturbed by horrific nightmares. I know this all too well because he stayed with Jean and me in our two bedroom apartment for over a year before we got married. I felt sorry for him but having him as a roommate was stressful to both Jean and me. We were overjoyed when he started a business that he enjoyed.

Hosting parties was a natural for Robert. Now I'm not talking kids parties but rather ones that require some discretion. These are parties for businessmen who want to let loose. Robert would hire a catering service to set up the food and liquor while he supplied the drugs and party girls. This line of business can be very lucrative, but it depends on word of mouth and establishing a good reputation. Since the money was good, there was a lot of competition. All I know was Robert made enough money to move out just weeks before Jean and I got married. It was the best wedding present ever!

So I started my investigation by hanging out with Robert one night while Jean was seeing a chick flick with her mother. Robert and I drank a lot of beer and smoked even more weed. I was more wasted than Robert, but I still managed to learn the basics of the events that occurred while I was away.

It had been alumni week at Cornell and there was a lot of party business. Robert was hired for several parties and even hired a few of his friends to run some events. Robert and his competitors had hired every waitress and stripper within a hundred miles. Things got out of hand when one of his better clients called up at the last moment and asked Robert to host a bachelor party for his son. This client was a local banker who had started directing his friends to Robert. When Robert pointed out that everyone was busy with alumni weekend, the banker said he would take his business elsewhere if Robert couldn't handle it. The wedding was on Friday and there was no point in holding the bachelor party after the wedding? Robert promised that he would work something out and make sure the banker's son had a hell of a bachelor party.

Robert was desperate. His new business could easily collapse if he lost this client. Even worse would be if the banker spread the word that Robert was unreliable. Ithaca, NY was a small town and everyone knew everyone.

With difficulty, Robert managed to book a room at a hotel just outside of town. He called in a favor and managed to get his caterer to promise to set up the party; however, Robert would have to come up with his own staff to serve the food and drink. It didn't take long for Robert to verify that all of the party girls were booked.

Robert's brain derailed at that point. He remembered that his sister had worked as a waitress at a hotel while in college. Robert told me that at first Jean refused and refused vehemently. She had worked a bachelor party or two in college. There was always a stripper accompanied by a burly bodyguard for protection. There was no one to protect the wait staff and Jean didn't appreciate being groped by a bunch of drunks. The hefty tips didn't make up for the humiliation and bruises on her ass.

Robert pleaded with Jean and explained his situation. Jean would only have to serve food and drinks. He would be there to manage the party and provide protection. Now Robert had been a linebacker in high school so he was certainly capable of handling a few drunks. Jean caved when Robert stated that he could lose the business and be forced to move back in with us. Jean loved her brother but living with him in a small two bedroom apartment had been hell.

When Robert asked his sister if any of her friends could help, Jean said she could ask Coleen. Now, Jean has known Coleen since kindergarten and she is Jean's best friend. Coleen is a gorgeous brunette, but she is very far out on the wild and crazy scale. Jean has told me stories about past adventures with Coleen. I know that Jean is censoring her anecdotes, but even then I find it hard to believe her tales. I cannot repeat these stories on Literotica since many of them occurred before the girls turned eighteen.

Naturally Coleen agreed to help. She had been after Jean to get together, but Jean and I had been married less than half a year ago and were always busy. Coleen thought a bachelor party would be a lark.

The only other details I got out of Robert was the name of the bachelor in question. Lance was a townie and had been in the class just ahead of Jean in high school. He had been the quarterback and, of course, he was marrying Sandra, the head cheerleader. He had led the team to the state quarterfinals and later played in college. He had just gotten his MBA and was now working as an up and coming vice president in his Dad's bank. Lance's friends from the popular crowd in high school were holding the party for him. All of them came from the better families in Ithaca and several of their fathers were already clients of Robert.

The only other detail I learned was that the party was a success and everyone was rewarded with a healthy tip. At least Robert wasn't planning on moving back in with us any time soon.

It was a couple of weeks before I managed to get Coleen alone. Jean and her Mom had gone to Syracuse to attend a play. Jean's Mom had originally intended to take her new boyfriend, but they broke up before the event. Coleen was surprised when I asked her to meet for drinks at a quiet bar. She had flirted with me every time she came over to visit Jean. Once she even flashed her shaved pussy when we were sitting on the floor smoking weed and listening to music. Coleen made me nervous. I had no intention of responding to Coleen's advances, but I'm sure she would be happy to put another notch on her belt.

After several drinks and small talk mixed with Coleen's constant flirtation, I brought up the bachelor party. I used what I knew from Robert to make Coleen think I knew everything. I slid next to her in the booth and drew her to me with my arm around her slim waist. I caressed her breasts and nuzzled her neck as Coleen spilled more details of the story. We laughed together at some of the party activities that Coleen found amusing. Still there were significant parts that Coleen was not willing to discuss. However, she knew all of the guys at the party and gave me their names.

Duane was the groom's best man and closest friend. I knew Duane. He was now a Cornell student and taking a class that I was teaching. It was a required course that he needed to graduate. Perhaps, it was unethical. No, it was definitely unethical, but I blackmailed Duane to elaborate on the events at the bachelor party. I still don't know everything and probably never will, but the following account covers everything I learned from Coleen and Duane. I have taken the liberty to fill in some gaps based upon my best guesses.

The Bachelor Party

Coleen said that she and Jean drove to the hotel together. The front desk told them that Robert's party was in the cabana by the pool. The pool was closed for repairs and the location of the cabana was separated from the rest of the hotel. The cabana was a large structure with good size party room, full kitchen, bathrooms and even a private bedroom suite. Robert opened the door when they rang the bell.

Jean said, "I hope we are not late. Is there some place we can hang our wraps?"

Robert replied, "You have a few minutes. The guys just called and said that they were getting a head start at the hotel bar while they waited for everyone."

Robert directed them to the bedroom. The girls hung up their coats and fixed their makeup before returning to the party room.

Robert said, "Wow, you ladies look amazing."

Of course, Robert had helped the girls select their outfits and was simply indicating his pleasure that they had followed his recommendation. Coleen had modeled several dresses for Robert and was perfectly happy to go along with Robert's choice. Coleen looked at the party as another chance to land a rich husband. However, Jean had at first objected to Robert's recommendation. She endured days of badgering before she finally caved in. The deciding factor was seeing what Coleen planned to wear.

So, Jean was wearing a red cocktail dress she had worn to impress me the previous New Year's Eve. It was one of those dresses that looks like it could double as a slip. Spaghetti straps tied behind her neck held up the silky material of the short dress. Jean had double knotted the tie to prevent any accidents. The dress clung to every curve of Jean's body. The tight bottom of the dress came to her mid-thighs, but a slit on one side ran up to the bottom of her lacy black bikini panties. Jean's back was bare down to her waist except for the band of a strapless push-up bra that matched her panties. The front of the dress showed enough cleavage to restrict the dress to holiday parties with friends. Of course, it was Jean's body that made the outfit. Jean is a trim five foot six and 110 pounds with bleach blond hair. She had been dancing since she was a toddler and she has an athletic body. I thought her breasts were a little large for her lithe frame, but the dress made her look spectacular. Black high-heel shoes completed the look. Jean was so hot when she wore it at the New Year's Eve party, I asked her to marry me shortly after midnight.

Duane told me that Coleen's dress made Jean look like a nun. Personally, I've never seen the dress and Duane didn't provide a good description. He did report that Coleen wasn't wearing a bra and her large breasts bounced a lot. When she bent over, she showed most of her breasts as well as her bikini panties. Her flowing dark tresses made her look like a Greek goddess.

Robert showed the girls where everything was. The caterer had brought food and stocked the bar. A quarter keg sat on a serving counter between the kitchen and the party room. The refrigerator had a good supply of chilled white wine as well as some prepared food that needed to be heated. Robert had more cases of drinks in a storeroom in the back. Robert said that he would take care of any food preparation leaving the girls free to serve the men.

Robert said, "Make sure the guy's glasses are never empty. You can carry in the food as I get it ready. Make sure that they are happy and the whole evening will go without a hitch."

Coleen asked, "So where is the stripper?"

Robert said, "Stripper?"

Coleen replied, "It's a bachelor party isn't it? Every bachelor party I ever heard of had a stripper."

Robert said, "Well every stripper for a hundred miles is booked, so no stripper. We'll just have to make do."

Coleen said, "Well, I can always jump up on the coffee table and dance a little."

Robert said, "Go fo it, Coleen. Even I'd like to see that."

Jean huffed, "I signed up to serve food and drinks. I'm not interested in dancing."

Robert pleaded, "Come on Jean. I know how much you like to dance. At least dance with the groom. As long as he has a good time, the party will be a success."

Before Jean could reply, the doorbell rang. The party was about to begin.

There were eight rowdy guys at the door. Duane told me that he and the groom were surprised at the sight of two gorgeous women that they knew from school. It was a small town and everyone in the room knew each other. Of course everyone knew Coleen. Robert was just enough older that he didn't know the partygoers. However, he did know several of their fathers from his party business.

Lance and Duane looked sharp in sports coats and ties. The rest of the guys were more casually dressed. Most of the them had been on the football team. I've already mentioned Lance, the groom to be. He had a well-deserved reputation as a Casanova. He had made it his goal in life to fuck every good looking girl he ever met. Coleen said Lance was relentless and even the most modest girls succumbed to his charm. Coleen laughed and said she had capitulated more than once. According to Coleen, the handsome quarterback was a skilled lover and never left his partners unsatisfied. Instead, he often left them wanting more.

Duane was tall and gangly. He had played wide receiver and was Lance's favorite target on the field. Off the field, Duane was Lance's wingman and a regular participant in Lance's debauchery. His Dad was a successful lawyer and a repeat customer of Robert's discreet services. Tyrell had played guard in high school and college. He was a big, strong Afro-American. His Dad was a doctor and Tyrell was in medical school. Aaron was a friend of the bride and he had been a cheerleader. He was still skinny and a loudmouth. He worked for his Dad, who ran a real estate business. The only other guy worth mentioning was the former tight end, Josh. He was shy and quiet. Everyone, except possibly Josh, knew that Coleen had her eyes on Josh. His dad owned a large department store in Ithaca. I won't bore you with the rest of the guy's names.

When Duane saw Jean, he couldn't help but repeat a stale old joke from high school. Jean had been a flag girl in the marching band. I don't mean the girls who twirl brightly colored flags as part of the band's routine. Jean's duty was to carry the American flag. She complained that all she got to do was march in step and make sure the flag never hit the ground or brushed over a band member.

Aaron said, "Hey Jean, has your belly button returned to normal yet?"

Jean glared at Aaron. She had suffered throughout high school being teased that she carried the pole holding the American flag in her belly button.

"Come on Aaron. Haven't you gotten tired of that insipid joke yet? I obviously carried the flag in a leather holster."

Aaron laughed and said, "I've never heard a girl refer to her pussy as a leather holster. So same question, has your leather holster returned to normal?"

Jean spun away and walked to the kitchen. Several of the guys whistled as her dress swirled high around her hips.

Lance said, "Come on guys, this is supposed to be my party. I want everyone, including Jean and Coleen, to have fun. If you cannot be nice to these lovely ladies, I'd like you to leave now."

Jean looked back at Lance and gave him a smile in gratitude. Robert handed her a tray of appetizers. Coleen had taken drink orders and was supplying the guys as fast as she could. When she handed Lance a glass of wine, he put his arm around her waist and gave her a warm kiss.

"Nice to see you, Coleen. Now go get a drink for you and Jean."

Jean replied, "I don't drink while I'm working."

Lance said, "Nonsense Jean. This is my party and I want everyone to have fun. It won't hurt to have one and loosen up a little."

Aaron said, "Don't get Jean too loose or the flag pole will just slip out."

Coleen returned from the kitchen with two tall cocktails and handed one to Jean. She laughed and said, Your brother thought you might like some Sex on the Beach."

The guys laughed and Jean blushed. Lance said, "Go on Jean, you know you want some."

Coleen didn't mention that Robert said that he'd made the large drinks extra strong. The fruit juices easily masked the extra vodka.

Coleen said, "Go ahead Jean, it's delicious."

Jean took a sip and had to agree with Coleen. It was a very refreshing combination fruit juices.

Lance said, "Everyone has a drink and something to eat so we'd like Jean and Coleen to sit with us. Otherwise, we'll spend the night sharing old football war stories.

Lance patted the sofa next to him and said, "Come on Jean help the groom celebrate his last hours of freedom."

Jean squeezed in between Lance and Duane. She tugged her skirt down and kept her knees together to avoid flashing her skimpy panties. She was thankful that the dress wasn't any shorter than mid-thigh.

Lance casually draped an arm around Jean's bare shoulders. He held a bacon wrapped scallop up to Jean's mouth and said, "Although I'd rather be kissing your lips, let me put something delicious in that pretty mouth of yours."