Six Degrees From Nikki Madison

Let Me Tell a Little Story

-- FIL Blackmails Alison

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.

The story format is different than my usual writings and will appear in the series 'Six Degrees From Nikki Madison'. That actor has nothing on me.

I want to thank a friend I met in the chat rooms. She was the inspiration for this story. At this juncture, she will not be identified. The story is her life and fantasies embellished, though it has an altered outcome courtesy of one of my dear friends, who shall remain anonymous to protect the not-so-innocent. We will share that story in the next chapter. Alison is also an assumed name.

The story takes several twists and turns. It's another slow build, so please stay with me. It's also longer than most of my other stories. The story will be told in the first person from Alison's viewpoint.

The College Years

My name is Alison Lambert. Some people call me Ally.

If it weren't for the Field Hockey scholarship, I would not have been able to attend UMD. Tuition, room, and board were unaffordable for my family and me. I am small in stature, petite if you may, 5'4", but less than 120 pounds soaking wet. I can run very fast, and I was a two-year starter. I have a very fit body. small, but firm A cup breasts, great legs, and a tight, round butt. Some might say I was skinny and short but tightly packaged.

At college, I wore my long blonde hair in a ponytail. That's what female athletes do. If I had blue eyes, I would be nearly perfect. But my hazel eyes are still appealing. Besides, no college boy ever looked into your eyes.

I wasn't a party girl at UMD, but on certain nights, my athletic dorm roommate, Angie, and I would venture into town to party with the frat boys. I love to seduce boys, young, innocent boys in particular. I sucked my share of frat boy cock but would never let anyone fuck me. Angie and I even tried the girl-on-girl college experience. I was more into her than she was into me.

Then I met Patrick Cook Harrington III. He comes from a straightlaced, wealthy, conservative family with ancestral roots in Maryland dating back to the 17thcentury. His father is a Patrick, too, and my Patrick didn't want to be called Cook or Trip, but for some reason, the name Hunter caught on with his friends. Even his family always calls him Hunter now.

He's tall and handsome, with an athletic build. He has played lacrosse since grade school, and Maryland is a national lacrosse hotbed. Hunter was an All-American caliber lacrosse player and a star on the UMD team.

We Fell in Love

I met Hunter at an Athletic dorm mixer. No alcohol involved. He's sweet, nice, friendly, and attentive. Maybe a bit of a mama's boy, but he treated me like a princess. No other guy has ever done that. We became boyfriend and girlfriend more through osmosis. I can't say I was madly in love with him. But I didn't know what love truly was anyway.

We kissed, passionately if you will. Nothing more. He may have caressed my breasts, but not much else. We never had sex while dating. Hunter was safe, kind of like lasagna. Plain and simple underneath.

His parents, Patrick and Emma, held a huge graduation party at their mansion overlooking the upper Scenic Severn River. Over a hundred family and friends were in attendance. Then he did it. He dropped to one knee on the dance floor and proposed to me. Just him and me alone in front of all these people watching and clapping. So, I giggled, laughed, covered my face with my hands, and acted surprised. Of course, I was terrified. There was no way in hell I could say no!

The next twelve months were a whirlwind. Of course, the Harringtons paid for everything. They tried not to embarrass my parents, but, of course, they did... according to Hunter, it was not intentional. The wedding ceremony was held at St. Anne's Episcopal Church, a historic Episcopal church located in Church Circle, Annapolis. The first church in Annapolis was founded in 1692 to serve as the parish church. The Reception was held in a nearby hotel.

That day, I became Mrs. Patrick Cook Harrington, III. Believe it or not, we were both virgins. We hadn't even seen each other naked before. I was a gorgeous bride, and I proudly wore white that day. Hunter was a handsome groom. On the outside, we were the perfect couple.

What the hell was I thinking?

Our wedding night sex was uneventful. We both blamed it on everything else. We honeymooned in Hawaii. The sex didn't get any better. I regretted the sexual part of the marriage on the wedding night and throughout the honeymoon. This wasn't what I expected, nor what my girlfriends said it would be.

I tried, but the sex never got any better. I want more. I have kinky desires. But there is no interest from Patrick, the Third. He only fucks me missionary and won't let me suck his cock. What man doesn't want his cock sucked? And he would never consider going down on me. I even shaved my pussy bare. Worse yet, no toys whatsoever. He thought I was insane when I wanted to be cuffed to the bed.

I wanted out, but I was stuck. And Hunter thinks he has the perfect marriage.

It Didn't Get Any Better- I Sound Like I'm in A Rut

My Father-in-law despises me. He doesn't think I am good enough for his son. He thinks I am the proverbial gold digger, just after the family money and prestige. But I can tell that my FIL lusts for me. He wants to fuck me. He wants to abuse me. He wants me to service him whenever he desires. So far, I have staved off his advances. He's not happy with me at all.

Hunter's Dad is a horny cheating bastard. His Mom is a loyal, vanilla, faithful wife. Maybe she knows that her husband is a womanizer but every time she apparently looks the other way. Emma never seems to want to rock the boat, probably due to fear that it would change her lifestyle... dramatically.

Hunter struggled at first to find the right job. Then his father stepped in to get him a top-paying job with one of his golf cronies. Although the job pays extraordinarily well, there is extensive travel to Europe for weeks at a time. For whatever reason, we are unable to relocate to Europe temporarily. Hunter will be overseas for at least another 5 months, maybe longer. I have no idea when he will come home, even for a short stay.

My FIL wants him out of my daily life, thinking I will eventually acquiesce to his advances. Then my FIL took it to the next level. A house, more like a mansion, became available in a nearby Severna Park community. Like their mansion, it directly overlooks the Scenic Severn River. It's a prestigious neighborhood; a celebrity TV game show lives two houses down. Anything to put pressure on me to yield to his demands for sex

Hunter and I honestly can't afford the house. He bought it anyway. But he really didn't. One of his companies acquired it. Instead of a mortgage, my FIL had us sign a promissory note with a steep monthly payment payable to a foundation his father, Patrick, owns. It's sort of a big tax write-off for him; Hunter and I don't benefit at all. It's a tough monthly nut for us, but with Hunter's high-paying job, we can afford it. We would be in trouble without Hunter's career, and my FIL knows it.

So, What's Next?

I haven't worked since we got married. I signed a prenuptial agreement but was coerced into signing the promissory note. How stupid could I be? So, if I wanted to leave Hunter, I could be really screwed, no pun intended.

If I keep the status quo, I don't have to work. One of these days, I will have to deal with my Father-in-Law's advances. I had been dabbling in interior design through my MIL, Emma's, connections, and at the Country Club. I'm trying to expand my business by networking with the right connections. There are lots of women at the country club, with nothing more to do than spend their husbands' money.

I have been playing a lot of tennis at the Club, and my favorite doubles partner is Erika Grant, who, along with her husband Thomas, owns several restaurants in Annapolis and Baltimore. They also have a thriving catering business in the area.

After a very spirited day of tennis, where Erika and I defeated another team handily, we enjoyed some girl talk and cocktails on the Club's veranda. Not only is Erika a good tennis partner, but she has also become a friend. Even though she's nearly twenty years older, we could be sisters.

Hunter hasn't been home for two months. He's so wrapped up in this European project, he said he couldn't break away to come home, even if it was just a short visit. My emotions may have hit rock bottom, so I confided in Erika that afternoon.

Erika sensed that I wasn't my typical positive self, remarking, "Ally, you seem off this afternoon. You were so competitive on the courts today, you were vicious. Take no prisoners kind of play. Is there something troubling you today? "

Staring directly at Erika, I replied, "My marriage sucks. I'm bored and regretting ever marrying Hunter. I haven't been laid in three months!" I began to cry, wiping my tears away with my fingers. Erika handed me a napkin and immediately placed her palm over mine. She just listened as I rambled on and on about everything that was wrong with my marriage and my sex life. I never mentioned anything about my FIL.

She finally broke her silence. "Ally, you need a spa day. Come to the house on Friday, and I'll have Courtney and Devin come by to do our hair, makeup, and nails. We'll have lunch, and then in the afternoon, we'll get massages by the pool. " She paused and gave me a captivating stare, adding, "And I won't take no for an answer.

All I could utter was, "Wow!" I brushed away another tear, "Erika, you will do that for me? " She leaned in closer, gently caressing my neck, and kissed me on the lips. I could feel the warmth running through my tingling body.

She whispered, "And more, much more, Ally!" She swiftly motioned for Eric, our waiter, to bring us our tab. She added, "The drinks are on me!" I tried to insist we split the tab, but Erika politely refused. As she left, she said, "Be there at ten sharp!"

I watched her walk away, her body is nearly perfect, and her ass fit perfectly in her little white tennis outfit. She knew I was watching; she wiggled her booty and gave me a backhanded wave.

I sat there dumbfounded; it was not a demand, but I understood. For the next two days, all I could think about was seeing Erika again. I rummaged through my closet to find the perfect outfits, all the way from lingerie to dresses to swimsuits. Instead, I splurged and went toOpulencein West Annapolis to buy what I needed.

Treated Like a Princess

It was a short drive from Severna Park to Edgewater. And I arrived at 10 sharp.

The Grants' house, rather their mansion, is a sprawling Estate on a back creek off the Rhode River, situated south of Annapolis. It's two stories with a Colonial portico, a guesthouse in the back, with a sparkling pool in the rear, tennis and pickleball courts on the side. The view of the Back Creek and the Chesapeake Bay in the distance was gorgeous.

Erika greeted me at the front, in her baby blue leggings that highlighted her beautiful legs and bum, and a white tank top that revealed her breasts. I wore a sexy sleeveless yoga bodysuit, backless with a deep scoop neck. My boobies aren't large, but I was so excited, my nipples were as hard as tiny, elongated pebbles. They get very long when aroused. And I was excited.

She mentioned that Courtney and Devin were already here, setting up in the guest house.

Erika gave me a quick tour of the downstairs. It's lavishly decorated. She said, "Ashley Taylor does my decorating. Do you know her?" Erika is aware that I have a fledgling interior design business.

I replied, "I have heard about her!" Thinking to myself, she's one of the top designers in Annapolis. She does everyone's homes.

Erika responded, "Perhaps one day I will introduce her to you. She regularly attends our dinner parties."

Thomas and Erika regularly host luxurious parties at the estate. Getting an invitation is very special. Their parties have a reputation for being a little spicy, maybe even a little kinky. To the best of my knowledge, my in-laws have never attended one of their parties. Although I am sure Emma, my MIL, could not handle kinky.

I also heard that Thomas hosts a high-stakes poker night once a month, and these parties are definitely naughty. The players are primarily male. The guest list is private and confidential, and it's invitation-only. Several of my FIL's friends have attended the poker parties. But my FIL has never been invited. I found out later that Thomas Grant thinks my FIL is scum, so he's never invited him.

We made our way back to the guesthouse and pool area. Two professional massage tables are set up outside, a perfect setting for a couple's massage. Inside the house, a work area for hair, makeup, and nails has been set up.

Erika spoke, "Ally, let's get naked. Courtney and Devin will give us massages first." Erika immediately slipped out of her tank tops and slid her leggings off. Her fit body is stunning. A little tiny thin patch of fur graced her sweetness. Courtney held a robe for her, but Erika hopped onto the table, face down. She added, "Courtney, it's too hot for the sheet, let's go bare." Courtney did demurely place a small cloth over the crease of Erika's butt.

Soft music was penetrating the pool area. It was relaxing and peaceful.

Not to be outdone, I wiggled out of my bodysuit and disregarded the robe, too. I flopped face down, too. My bush was bare but needed a touch-up. Devin commented, "Miss Alison, would you like a sweetness touch-up today, too?" Glancing back, smiling, I nodded affirmatively. I also decided to forego the sheet, and Devin placed a cloth over my firm booty, and I placed my face in the cradle.

Devin's oily fingers began caressing my spine. Her fingers are discovering places that no one has touched before. My body hasn't been treated with this warmth and tenderness in a very long time, and I was purring like a kitten.

Devin continued her smooth and tender strokes on my thighs and the back of my legs. Every so often, she would find a tight spot and, using her elbow, release the tightness. I was whimpering. Her fingers caressed my firm ass. Instinctively, I tightened my bum with each soothing touch. My whimpers turned to moans.

Devin's fingers slowly traced the crease of my bum. He paused her fingers over my butthole. She did not penetrate me, but her soft touch sent shivers throughout my body.

Erika apparently was enjoying her massage as well. The intensity of her moans and whimpers matched mine.

Courtney and Devin orchestrated turning us over onto our backs. I glanced at Erika, and she smiled back, "Ally, are you enjoying this attention?"

As Devin applied more cream to my stomach, I cringed slightly, replying, "God, yes!" Devin caressed my flat stomach and firm breasts. My nipples hardened at her touch. I kept my eyes tightly closed. I feared that once I opened them, I would devour Devin with uncontrollable kisses.

Devin massaged my lower torso; she purposely avoided any contact with my sweetness. I sensed that my slim outer labia lips were now puffy. Devin's touch had me on the edge. She knew it, and she gently rubbed my mons. I silently shook all over. I bit my lip, holding in my screams. My orgasm was delightful.

Erika's orgasm was not as quiet; she screamed, "Oh God, Oh God!" repeatedly. Courtney and Devin became silent; they disappeared discreetly.

The tables were close enough so that I could hold Erika's hand. I reached out, whispering, "Thank you, Erika!"

She squeezed my hand, "Ally, you deserve it and more!" There was that 'and more,' comment again.

Lunch was soon served. It was casual, and Courtney and Devin returned. We sat in our robes, munching on snacks and California sparkling wine, as they did our nails and toes. Courtney ultimately did Erika's hair, and I passed this time. Instead, Devin waxed my sweetness, encouraging me to visit their spa for an all-over waxing treatment.

When she handed me her business card, I gave her an adoring grin, adding, "Only if the waxing comes with a happy ending!"

Smiling, she added, "It has been my pleasure, Miss Ally!"

Courtney and Devin cleaned up and departed, leaving Erika and me alone, naked under our robes. On the way out, Courtney and Erika exchanged brief kisses on the cheek. Devin leaned down, kissing me on the cheek. She whispered, "See you soon, Miss Ally."

It Was Now Time For The More

After they left, I inquisitively asked Erika about the dinner parties. "Erika, I have heard so much about your dinner parties. Do you hold them often?"

Erika grinned, "Ally, are you trying to wangle an invitation?" She hesitated, adding, "You do know the dinner parties are couples only?"

I looked at her in surprise, "No, I didn't! I don't know when Hunter will be back in the country!"

Erika said, "And at the end of dinner, is when the kinky and naughty begins. Couples don't have to stay, but that's when the fun truly begins. It's consensual."

The expression on my face was complete disappointment. "Damn! Hunter would never agree to anything like that!" I already knew the parties were spicy and kinky, but I didn't know what was coming next!

"Ally, I have a proposition for you... If you are interested?"

Smiling, I said, "Ok, I'm all ears!"

"Would you be willing to serve and join the guests and play after dinner is over?"

My curiosity got the best of me, "Please tell me more!"

"Ally, you will dress provocatively. There will be two other women and the bartender, Antonio. The guests will flirt with you and you with them. You will serve cocktails and dinner." She paused to read my facial expression, which, of course, was of interest.

She continued, "Should you click with one of the couples, they will let either Thomas or me know of their interest. More than one couple may choose you, and you must consent and agree to spend the evening with one of them. For your safety, you will not be expected to leave the grounds."

She asked, "Do you have any experience as a server?" I nodded affirmatively. It was a little white lie, but there was no way I was not going to be there.

I enthusiastically jumped at this opportunity, "Yes, absolutely, when is the next party?" I hesitated, adding, "You know, in situations like this, that I tend to be submissive!"

Erika stood, walked over to me, gently ran one finger down my chin, and tilted my face upward, kissing me softly on my lip-glossed lips. She whispered, "Next Saturday, but first let's see how submissive you really are." She gently lifted my body off the chair, my robe opened, as did hers. We pressed our semi-naked bodies into each other.

We kissed; it was messy, our tongues darted inside each other's mouths. She led me by hand inside the guest house. Upon entering, we discarded our robes onto the floor. Erika flopped onto the bed and gently pulled me with her.

It Was Time

I snuggled in tighter, laying my head on her chest. I felt our bodies warming. Erika gently stroked my shoulder-length blonde locks, and she lifted my head to tenderly stare into my eyes. Her stare wasn't piercing, nor captivating; perhaps it was more hypnotic. Erika was in total control. I tightly shut my eyes, immediately blinking them back open. It wasn't out of fear but more about shyness.