The Engagement Party-Part 3 By Wanderer Maddy meets her future in-laws If you missed parts 1 and 2 please check out the Wanderer bookshelf. This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21 or laws in your country forbid you to do so. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental. Copyright 2001 by Wanderer The next morning my sister Maddy and our parents arrived from New York, together with their host in New York who was my sister's fiancé, Jim, socially known as James Pettigrew Witherington III. My sister was radiant and my parents were gushing all over the place. In the five days that my roommate Jim had hosted his fiancee and my parents he had spared no expense to entertain them. The city was in a somber mood, yet everyone was making a great effort to return to their normal lives, and visitors were welcome. Jim provided elaborate suites at the finest hotel, ultrastretch limousines, front row seats at Broadway shows and boxes at the opera, the most elite restaurants, those that had no telephone number in the phone book, the best champagne, and on and on. My parents were overwhelmed by their soon to be son-in-law, and Maddy, who had never been to New York before was agog with wonderment and delight at the big city. While there Jim made a seven figure contribution to the disaster relief fund in the name of Maddy and her parents (the Witherington Fortune 500 company had already awed relief officials with their contribution), and then Jim and Maddy stopped in at the city's finest jewelry store-you know the name, I don't want to brag-and Jim had bought her a rock as an engagement ring so big that I think only because of Maddy's muscles was she able to lift her left hand to show it. As my parents and Maddy stepped out of the Rolls Royce Maddy gave me a curious stare. "Wow, do you look beat," she commented. I looked over at Janice who had ravished me the night before in her first foray into sex. The look she gave me chilled me to the bone. "Er---er, I'm still tired from the long trip from home," I alibied, "I'll be OK soon." Well, that wasn't true. The engagement party was a week away and Janice ordered me to come to her apartment in the mansion every night. I managed two more nights of tryst and on the third day I just collapsed. That morning I was taken by the Witherington helicopter, which Mr. Witherington II used to commute to his office, to the hospital. Naturally I was placed in the top floor ultra suite of the Witherington wing, the suite reserved exclusively for the use of the Witherington family. In the afternoon Janice came to visit me. Naturally she was very solicitous about my welfare. She brought me a great big bouquet of flowers and seemed very concerned about my health. She was desirous of consoling me so she locked the door so that we wouldn't be interrupted in our conversation. "You poor boy, are you feeling all right?" she inquired. "Oh, yes," I said, "I'm getting very good care, and I think the rest is doing me a world of good." Janice was soothing my forehead and then rubbing my chest through the covers, which really felt good. Then she was rubbing my belly, which made me giggle. We were having a great time and really communicating. Then her hand drifted down to my groin and all of a sudden it dawned on me what she was after. Desperately I reached for the call button near my bed but she was too fast for me. I felt a forearm across my neck and I was pinned to the mattress, the call button ripped from my trembling fingers. "Oh, please, Janice, please---no, no. I'm too weak---oh, oh---" "Shut up!" she ordered , and she kept manipulating my erection through the covers. When she felt I was ready she threw the covers back and jumped my boner. When she finished with me she jumped off, and with a bright smile said, "See you soon at home!" The only thing I could do was let out a groan, followed by a weak moan. I was diagnosed with physical exhaustion. No one could figure it out, I hadn't even engaged in a tennis match while I was there, and I'd only played the eighteen hole golf course on the Witherington estate one time. Finally I convinced everybody it was just excitement over Maddy and Jim's forthcoming nuptials. For lack of a better reason everybody accepted that, except Janice, who knew the real reason, so when I returned to the mansion she took it easier on me, requiring that I perform only two or three times a night. What a relief! Meanwhile, we spent the next few days before the Saturday engagement party getting acquainted with each other. My parents knew Jim, of course, but not Mr. and Mrs. James Pettigrew Witherington II, and I had already met Janice, much to my regret. My sister Maddy and Janice seemed to take to each other, always off in a corner whispering and giggling. It didn't take me long to find out what was so funny. That afternoon Maddy said to me, when we were alone for a few minutes, "Well, how ya' doin', wimp? I understand you've learned how to horseback ride," and she burst out laughing. "It's not funny, Maddy," I said, " I mean I'm used to you beating up on me, but this dame is only eighteen years old, she's got half the build you have, but she's strong as an ox. Did she tell you how she's thrown around hay bales all her life? I can maybe take your abuse, we grew up together, but I can't wait to get out of here, I don't need women ordering me around. I mean, she's meaner than you ever were. If I don't follow her rules to the letter she slaps me, and hard, too. A second transgression and she will actually punch me-and she's got a punch like a mule. She's even put my lights out a couple times with a single blow. She's only eighteen years old, slim build but her muscles make her heavier than she looks, still I must outweigh her by fifteen pounds at least, but I'm scared to death of her. And she's using me to learn all about sex!" ""You should be happy about that, brother, I understand you got so little in college," she giggled. "Well, I did all right," I huffed. "Couldn't you say something to her? Ask her to be nicer to me. We're going to be family soon and we may see each other a lot. I don't want to be always afraid. I'm starting to stutter and stammer around her, she's got me so uptight." "Oh, no, bro," Maddy said, "you two have to work out your relationship. She's very pretty, and she's young and healthy. So what if she is stronger than you? You're used to that. I'm four years younger than you and you're used to getting beat up my me whenever I want. So I'm going to be out of your life now, marrying Jim, so you just substitute Janice for me, your life won't change at all," she giggled. "Maddy, I'm tired of being somebody's punching bag, especially some young girl. She's only eighteen, and I'm twenty-three, she's even a year younger than you are, and she's maybe fifty pounds lighter than you are, but I swear, I think she's almost as strong as you are. At least I know what to expect from you, but every time I see her I start to shake, and when she looks at me cross-eyed I swear I think I'm going to pass out. Why am I so scared? At least you're predictable, but I just don't know how I'm going to displease her next." "Well, bro', you could do worse. She's got four years of college ahead of her, so you'll probably only see her at family get-togethers, Thanksgiving, Christmas, stuff like that. I mean, if you see her at Christmas, she'll probably give you a Porsche for a Christmas gift if she likes you, just like Jim left me his Porsche that first summer he came to our home," she giggled again. At that, I brightened considerably. I hadn't thought of that. I mean, Porsches can cost $100,000 or more. Maybe I could take a beating from her every once in a while. "Still, maybe you could talk to her," I begged. "Count me out," she said. "I think I'm going to have enough troubles of my own with Mr. and Mrs. James Pettigrew Witherington II, they're so damn stuffy, and I'm a Western girl, I don't know a damn thing about being elegant." Well, I could see what Maddy meant. That night we had a little informal family dinner. There were only three butlers, not including the sommelier, two champagnes, a white wine, two vintage red wines, including a very rare Lafite Rothschild (Mr. Witherington II had evidently cornered the market on that one), a dessert wine, seven courses, at least twelve pieces of silverware. Both Maddy and I were totally confused, and even my parents were taken aback by the opulence. But Mr. and Mrs. Witherington II didn't seem to notice our confusion. Maddy, sitting between Jim and myself, whispered to me "Am I going to have to live like this?" Thank God, Janice, sitting opposite me, kicked me in the shins if I picked up the wrong piece of silverware, and selected the proper piece and discretely held it up so that Maddy and I could both see it. She winked at Maddy and glared at me as if I should know better. Hell, I was used to a knife and fork and a soup spoon, and that was about it. I felt I was never going to fit in here, but I sure enjoyed the wine. In fact, what with the after dinner Napoleon brandy, I got a little tipsy. As a matter of fact, walking out of the library where we had retired to for our after dinner coffee and the brandy, I tripped on the rug and was about to fall flat on my face when I felt a strong arm encircle my waist and hold me upright. Thank God for Maddy, I sure didn't want to make a fool out of myself. Turns out it was Janice. Shit, I was always surprised. Holding me tightly with one arm around my waist, she literally carried my 195 pounds up the stairs. Maddy and Jim were coming up directly behind us and could see what was going on. Maddy giggled, "Oh, isn't that nice, Frank and Janice are getting along so well. Maybe we should have a double wedding," and Jim burst out laughing. Mr. and Mrs. Witherington were also coming up the staircase to their third floor apartment, but had their view blocked by Maddy and Jim. Mrs. Witherington exclaimed, "Oh, my, what a horrendous idea, why I haven't even prepared for something like that. Goodness gracious, the caterers would have a fit. Oh, my, we can't do that!" Mr. Witherington assured her that the possibility was remote, and she calmed down. Janice was laughing inside so hard, holding back her guffaws, she almost dropped me. I put one hand around her shoulders to steady myself as I was very woozy, and I could feel her deltoids and trapezius hard and swollen with the effort to hold me 195 pounds slightly off the steps with one hand and make it appear natural. God help me, I started to get a hardon already. Janice could tell. She reached over with her free hand and palmed my balls and my penis. It was all I could do to keep from coming right there. I let out a groan. "Are you all right my boy?" Mr. Witherington inquired from farther down on the staircase. "Oh, yes sir," I responded, "I'm afraid I may have eaten a little too much for dinner." "Well, my boy, get used to it. If you're going to be part of this family you need to become a gourmet." "Yes, sir, I'll sure give it my best shot," I said. Meanwhile, Janice was shaking, trying to hold back her laughter. We all stopped on the second floor landing to say goodnight to each other, and waved to the senior Witheringtons as they proceeded up to the third floor to their apartment. Jim and Maddy went to their wing, and I started to pull away from Janice. "Oh, no you don't," she said. "I saved your skin tonight with the silverware, and I kept you from making a big fool of yourself on the stairs. You owe me---big time!" "Please, Janice, I'm really tired," I begged off. I was already wobbly on my feet and her right hook to my chin knocked me to the floor. There I was, on my hands and knees, shaking my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Janice reached down, put one hand under my stomach and one higher up on my chest, like one might do with the family's pet dog, easily lifted me off the floor and carried me that way down the long corridor to her suite. "You'll never learn, will you?" she admonished me as she carried my limp body. "What did I tell you? When I say something to you, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. I've got a good mind to drop you over this banister down to the floor below." As it was a good sixty or seventy feet down to the hard marble floor, and Janice was holding me helpless in her hands, I screamed in terror. Luckily no one heard me, Maddy and Jim being too busy with their own business. "I'll be good, I'll be good," I promised, "please don't drop me! I'll do whatever you tell me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" By now I was whimpering and begging, I was so scared of her! "Very well," she said, "but I really don't think I'm going to give you many more chances. You now know things about me other people don't. You're my first lover. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" "Yes," I mumbled, "you're very precious to me." I thought it best to be diplomatic. "Then for heaven's sake, why don't you obey me?" she asked. "Well---in most of society the male is the dominant partner," I offered, hesitantly. "The man sets the rules, not the female." "My heavens," Janice said, "what old fashioned thinking. OK" she said, "I'll give you some old fashioned thinking, if that's what you want. How about 'Might makes right'? Does that work for you?" I had to admit she had me there. Although I was older, taller, and heavier, she had left no doubt in my mind as to who was the stronger, who was the boss in our relationship. She could whip my ass anytime she wanted to, and with one hand tied behind her back, more than likely. I was an athlete, I don't think I'm a wimp, but she makes me feel like a wimp. Still, she's gorgeous, she's going to be wealthy beyond reason as she and her brother are going to wind up someday being the sole owners of a Fortune 500 company. Maybe I could learn to like wimpy. And the sex was certainly good. For a novice she had some very creative ideas. And who knows. Maybe someday she'd let me get on top. As Janice completed her third orgasm of the night she let me drop off into blissful sleep, thoughts of being a wimp, a coward, a multimillionaire all racing through my mind at the same time. As Janice held me in her muscular arms, my head resting on her sizable bosom, I wrapped my arms around her slim waist, and I heard her whisper in my ear, "I think I will give you permission to call me Jan now." End of Part 3 In Part 4 my sister Maddy makes a social faux pas - she reveals to Mr. and Mrs. Witherington II her muscles. Now will she lose her fiancé, Jim, and all that money and wealth, money, power, and money she could have a share of? And where would that leave me? Would I have to look for honest work instead of the plush position I was expecting from my new brother-in-law's Fortune 500 company? How could Maddy do this to me!!??