The Engagement Party - Epilogue Two, Part 1
By Wanderer
Janice picks Frank for her spouse - does he have a choice?


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.

Earlier parts of this story may be found on the Wanderer bookshelf. They are
"Who's In the Closet Now?" Parts 1, 2, and 3, "We're Back In the Closet
again," Parts 1 and 2, "The Engagement Party," Parts 1 to 5, and "The
Engagement Party Epilogue," Parts 1 and 2.

Copyright 2002 by Wanderer

I had intended for "The Engagement Party-Epilogue" to be my last discussion of
my remarkable sister Maddy and her seduction of what was to be one of the
richest men in America, my college roommate and friend, James Pettigrew
Witherington III, heir to a Fortune 500 company, and his sister, Janice, who,
I must modestly admit, had the hots for me. No doubt because of my
irresistible charm, although she claimed it was my pecker. I had reluctantly
agreed to a marriage between her and myself, since, by subjective analysis, it
was probably prudent to agree to such a union if I didn't want to lose my
senior vice president rank and my mid six figure salary as an employee at her
father's company, and also because she indicated to me that if I said no she
would quite possibly kill me, or at least beat me to within an inch of my
life.

Now, if you haven't read my previous descriptions of my relationship with
Janice and her family you would think I was prone to exaggeration. Nothing
could be farther from the truth. This woman was a she devil incarnate, a
virago of momentous proportions.

Oh, to look at her your first reaction would probably be "What a nice young
woman." Sweet smile, really cute, slim appearance, maybe a trifle large in the
shoulders, but overall very attractive. She always took care to be wearing a
suit jacket, and with her money she was able to access directly designers who
could tailor clothes to minimize any appearance she might give of perhaps
being a trifle husky. But when she removes her suit jacket- wow! It's
gangbusters! If she's not wearing a long sleeve blouse you just stare in awe
at her brawny upper arms, and you stare in lust at her enticing bosom, and you
get scared when you realize how wide her shoulders actually are, and you start
to visibly shake when she begins to tell you what you are to do in her
presence. She has a very sweet and yet somehow a very commanding voice and you
get the feeling that you better not say no to her if you know what's good for
you. I tried it a couple times and I got slapped silly, and when I objected to
that treatment she knocked me unconscious with one punch - one punch!

"Never start a sentence to me with 'But' or 'No' or any other negative," she
informed me. "I won't tolerate it!" Was it any wonder I avoided her like the
plague? But you can only do that for so long when you work for her dad's
company and her brother is married to my sister, and I should have realized
that. I had no place to hide. It was accept what she had planned for me, or
give up my exalted position in her dad's company, my salary, probably
undeserved, my stock options, my fancy cars, my home that I wouldn't be able
to make the mortgage payments on, and go hide someplace where her Fortune 500
company's resources wouldn't be able to find me. Probably a desert island
someplace. I knew she would be very vindictive, she's not the type to take
'no' for an answer. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, especially this
bitch who was used to always having her way. I wanted to continue living, I
had gotten used to this lavish lifestyle, so when she told me I was to be her
bridegroom I mulled her offer over (for about two seconds as she started to
glare at me), and I said yes.

It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, or that she didn't have a great body, it's
just that she was always in control. And that included control over me. Nobody
ever said no to her, about anything, considering how rich she was, and when I
tried it I suffered grievous damage physically. She had tried anger management
classes, but her attendance was spotty, she didn't think she needed them, and
so they hadn't helped much. But I thought if I were subtle-very subtle-I might
get her to take anger management more seriously. And for all I knew, once we
achieved a state of holy matrimony her attitude might change. Boy was I wrong!

The engagement announcement was handled by the company's publicity department.
It made all of the Sunday newspaper social pages. It was a big deal. The
daughter of a ridiculously rich billionaire is to marry the lowly senior vice
president of one of the biggest firms in the country. There were pictures in
all the big newspapers on the east coast. Very big pictures. Of course, I
thought I looked great. And Jan looked like one hot number. So much so that
that Sunday night I said to Jan, "Honey, it's been so long, what say we do a
little hanky-panky tonight?" I blushed a little, and looked down at my feet,
but Jan got my attention by grabbing my chin between her thumb and forefinger
and forcibly lifting my head to look her squarely in her eyes.

"Sweetie," she said, "you know I gave you my virginity, but honestly, I want
you horny as hell on our wedding night. And I want to be horny as hell, too. I
plan to fuck your brains out, lover boy. If we do it now what do we have to
look forward to for the next two months?"

"What!" I exclaimed. "No sex for two months? How can I live?"

"You'll manage, sweetheart," she said. "Look how desirable you'll find me on
our wedding night."

"But I find you desirable now, my love, please," I begged.

Her thumb and forefinger tightened on my jaw. I thought surely it was going to
break. "Control yourself," she ordered me. "There will be no more intercourse
between us until we're married, and if I hear that you have even attempted a
liaison with any floozies in my company, like that what's her
name?-Gretcher?-who used to be your receptionist, you won't make it to the
wedding day, believe me!"

"Her name is Gretchen, my love, and you know I wouldn't dream of disappointing
you," I said, with my fingers crossed behind my back.

"See that you don't!" she cautioned me. "I'm not about to have my or my
family's name in the tabloids, you understand me?"

"Yes, dear," I answered meekly. No sex for two months-damn!

It wasn't that I didn't give it a shot Monday morning at the office. Everybody
was saying "Congratulations! Congratulations!" And "Congratulations, you lucky
dog!" Those fellow employees who didn't know Janice Witherington's temperament
thought I was the luckiest guy in the world. She was certainly beautiful, and
nobody knew her custom designed clothes were hiding massive musculature. To
the outside world she looked slim, svelte, desirable. And everybody saw
promotion for me to executive vice president in the immediate future. Lucky
dog!

A week later I broached the subject to Jan. "Er---Jan---now that I'm to be
part of your family don't you think it would be more appropriate for me to be
an executive vice president? Then I could have my office on the same floor you
do and we could see more of each other."

"What?" she exploded. There was that temper again. "You think I want you to be
an executive vice president along with me? You think I will tolerate my
husband being my equal at the company? You had better learn your proper
position quickly. I thought I had trained you once. I may very well have to
retrain you if you persist with this idiocy! Will you never learn?"

"Y---yes, dear," I mumbled. I guess I should have known better. Still the same
old Janice. But hopefully, I figured, the wedding would change her mind. We
both knew she was stronger than I was, but so what? Up to now the husband has
been physically stronger than the wife in a marriage, and he treats her like
an equal, right? Well, some men do, anyway. So after we're married why
wouldn't Jan treat me as an equal?

But in the meantime we did what all couples in love do. Janice planned the
wedding, she made up the guest list, selected the archbishop to conduct the
wedding ceremony, she arranged the catering, the flowers, the bridesmaids'
gowns, picked out the grooms' ushers, their tuxedos, and she gave me explicit
instructions as to what I was to wear. I had significant input to the
planning, consisting of "Yes, dear. Yes, dear." Oh, well, it IS supposed to be
the bride's day, isn't it?

My sister was Janice's matron of honor, and Janice assigned her brother Jim to
be my best man. Now that was OK with me, and he is who I would have chosen
anyway if the choice had been allowed me. We had been college roommates, we
had been on the same college sports teams, we worked together at his company,
he an executive vice president (he got promoted really quickly since it was
his dad's company), and I a senior vice president, probably undeserved, but I
was best friends with the company's future owner.

My best man, Janice's brother, gave me a few words of friendly advice as we
prepared for the great day. "As long as you do what she tells you, you obey
her, you'll be O.K., Frank. Even if it sounds like a friendly discussion you
better read between the lines. I don't want to see you get hurt. To be honest,
I need your support. Your sister Maddy is a reasonable sort, but most of the
time she has to have her way. And my sister Janice will ALWAYS want her way,
so maybe the two of us, you and I, might be able to influence them now and
then if we stick together and don't ask for too much equality. I mean, let's
face it-equality for us is an unattainable goal. But maybe that's what we guys
deserve. Now the shoe is on the other foot. We used to rule-might makes right,
as the old saying goes. We used to live by that credo. Who would think that
someday some women would attain the superior physical stature? Your sister
Maddy would be able to destroy me if she wanted. I thank God every day that
she loves me. And my sister Jan could do the same to you. She was strong to
begin with, what with her work around the horse barn. She used to throw around
those heavy bales of hay with ease, and I couldn't even lift them, that's
probably why I never got into horses, I didn't want her to show me up. She
developed that slim body from all that work, and those enormous arms, it had
to be partly the hard work and partly genetics. You know you and I did sports
together in college, lacrosse, soccer, bocce ball, but I never developed like
she did. Arms like eighteen inches, and when your sister got hold of her and
started to train her, hell, she got up to twenty-two inch arms before you
could say 'Shazaam.' And she's damn smart, too. You know she graduated the
university summa cum laude, which is way better than you or I did. I'm sure
some day I'll have to fight her for control of the company, I just hope it
will be by board of directors or stockholder vote, and not physical. If it
were to get physical I'm afraid she'd beat the shit out of me, and my wife
Maddy wouldn't mind, she's not interested in all that CEO crap, she wants me
around the house more. Besides, her opinion is that it's about time women
rule. So my advice to you, Frank, is go along to get along! You'll live
longer!" Well, Jim didn't exactly inspire me with confidence, but I felt maybe
he had the wrong take on it.

One day, about two weeks into our two month engagement period, I thought I'd
get off work early and surprise Jan. I'd gotten a good deal from a flower
vendor standing on a street corner and I had bought a dozen roses cheap. I was
going to see if I could mend some fences with Gretcher---er--- Gretchen as I
had gone four weeks without sex now, if you add in pre- engagement time, and I
was really getting horny. But then I found out Gretchen was off for a week, so
I had a bright idea, I'd take the flowers to my betrothed, Janice. What a nice
gesture on my part, and then maybe she would relent and we could engage in a
little premarital sex. Just this once, I'd promise her. I snuck into her
apartment in the Witherington mansion, I pretty much had the run of the place
now that we were engaged, past the foyer, the living room, the library-no
Janice-so I quietly opened the door to her bedroom, maybe she was taking a
nap.

The sight that greeted me pretty much left me at a loss for words. There was
Janice, sitting on the edge of her bed, dressed in the sheerest of negligees,
with the upstairs maid on her lap. Janice had her left hand stuck up the
maid's short black skirt, no doubt fingering the maid's private parts. Her
right hand held the maid immobile on her lap, and the maid's white blouse was
unbuttoned down to her navel, Janice leaning over and sucking mightily on a
nipple of the maid's overly large breast. The maid was moaning and squirming,
I think more from ecstasy than embarrassment or unwillingness to be a
participant, as my bride-to-be satisfied her carnal desires. The rather buxom
maid had her head resting on Janice's very broad shoulder, sliding her head
along the shoulder and kissing and licking Jan's neck and throat. Even I got
an erection watching this sex play (Of course it had been four weeks since I
had any relief, so anything was possible).

They both looked up, astonished to be observed. Jan exclaimed, "Get out! Wait
for me in the foyer! Immediately!" The menace in her tone of voice made me
jump with alacrity. I went out and sat in the foyer, waiting. I felt betrayed.
I had abstained and my betrothed was indulging in sex. I had been faithful,
she unfaithful. What was I to do? Break off the engagement? Hell, no. Since
the engagement announcement had been made to the world Jan would probably kill
me if I brought any shame to her or her family. She could make it look like an
accident. Probably throw me off the second floor balcony, or something. Say I
slipped. And I didn't want to give up my senior vice presidency at the
company. I sat there and pondered until the maid, Alice, came out of Janice's
bedroom, after fifteen minutes, slightly disheveled, her little maid's cap
askew, and brushing down her short black skirt.

"You may go in now, sir," she informed me, and she rushed out the door.

I figured my best approach with Janice was to act hurt and betrayed. Maybe I
could make her feel guilty and I could save up some points for after the
marriage, in case she caught me sowing a wild oat or two. Should I act angry
or downcast and sorrowful? I decided to try the last tack.

"Oh---" I began, feigning as much sadness in my voice as I could muster.

"Oh, shut up, Frank." Janice startled me with her anger. I mean, I should be
the one to be angry. She didn't seem to be contrite at all.

"But---" I started to say, only to be cut off.

"What did I tell you about starting a sentence to me with 'but'?" she
questioned, getting even angrier.

"I thought we had agreed---" I said, only to be interrupted.

"Listen, Frank, when I make rules they're for you, not for me. I told you we
won't have intercourse, and we won't. The maid and I didn't have intercourse.
I just felt horny. She was leaning over, dusting the legs of the table, her
cute little ass up in the air, and I couldn't resist. For me it wasn't a
question of intercourse, it was a question of dominance. I just felt horny and
I had to do somebody. I took her. I did her body, did whatever I wanted, she
couldn't stop me, she's so weak compared to me. I get such a thrill being able
to dominate another human being physically. On impulse I just picked her up in
my hands, she's light as a feather. I tossed her up and down a little bit, I
just wanted her to realize how helpless she was in my arms. I watched the fear
come into her eyes, it was so thrilling to me to see this creature come to
realize that I held her fate in my hands, she could do nothing to stop me, the
power was all mine. That's why I love being an executive vice president in my
company. I call all you senior vice presidents into my office. All you guys
come in cocky, swaggering, so confident of your infallibility. 'Don't sit
down,' I say. All of a sudden you're all a little shook up. I see that little
flicker of doubt in your eyes, and your shoulders slump a little bit, all of
you, and you included. 'What is this bitch going to do to us now?' you all
think. I love it. You all have to answer to a woman. Some of you will never
get used to it, and I'm going to weed them out, they'll be gone. Those who can
accept my superiority and my dominance, they'll be my team. I intend to take
this company from the Fortune 500 to the Fortune 100, and none of you male
assholes are going to stand in my way. That includes those old farts on the
Board of Directors, and that even includes my brother. He'll do what I tell
him when the time comes, but the time isn't yet. Oh, I have no intention of
pushing him out of the company, he's as much an owner as I am. I may just have
to beat him up a little bit, but I think that's OK with your sister, she wants
to see a woman leading more big companies, just like I do. She and I make a
good team. She controls my brother, and I control you. I think one of the
reasons I've agreed to let you marry me, Frank, is that you have a little
spunk. You're a strong, athletic, virile male, I know you're going to rebel
every once in a while and then I'll have to put you in your place. I love the
physical challenge, it makes me feel so good when I defeat you physically. I
think deep down you know you and your puny sixteen inch arms are no match for
me and my physical capabilities, thanks to your sister's training. She's very
proud of me and what she's accomplished with me, taking me from eighteen
inches to the last time we measured, twenty-two inches, and that was six
months ago, I may be even bigger now. But you have that male ego, you're going
to try. You can challenge me anytime, Frank. I'll beat you up, and then I'll
carry you to bed, and I'll comfort you, and then when you've stopped crying
I'll rape you until your ears fall off. There's nothing like making up after a
good fist fight, the sex is phenomenal!"

Now I was a little shook up. From the first day I had met Janice and my first
impression of her as a slim, attractive, svelte spoiled eighteen year old
debutante, to that evening when she had carried me into her bedroom and forced
me to gratify her sexually all night long, it had been with her sheer strength
that she had easily made me do her bidding. There had never been any fist
fighting. Oh, there had been a few slaps, and a punch or two that had knocked
me out, but never a real fist fight. I was immediately concerned for my
handsome face.

"You---you fist fight now?" I questioned, unable to hide the quaver in my
voice.

"Oh, your sister Maddy and I have been having fun with it for a few months
now. We hired an ex middleweight champ as a tutor, and he says we're pretty
good. I think I may have to use it against some of the Board of Directors or
some of my asshole executives if they rebel. There's nothing like a good right
cross to make some men see the error of their ways. Your sister and I use very
big gloves, we're doing it for fun, not to hurt each other. Still, I may have
to do it bare knuckle with some of the directors or executives, I don't want
to waste my time sparring around. And I may do it bare knuckle with you, too,
Hon, I may get so mad I just won't have time to put the gloves on but I figure
one punch should do it with you, sweetheart, you probably won't see it coming
or even know what hit you. I'll try not to hurt you too much," she giggled.
Somehow that didn't make me feel any better. I decided to change the subject
back to where I maybe still had an advantage.

"But Alice, the maid---" I began.

"Oh, shut up, Frank," she interrupted me. "I did her, and now I feel better.
Besides," she giggled, "now that I've somewhat relieved my pent-up
frustrations I might treat you better on our wedding night. A kinder, gentler
Janice," she laughed.

"I didn't know you swung that way," I said. "I remember the night you wound up
with my sister, but I thought that was just a lark for you."

"Oh, I tried everything in college," she said. "I'd get tired of those boring
macho guys who tried to be so suave with me. They know my family is rich. I
guess they were after my money first and my sex second. I'd try girls for a
change of pace. Going for my Batchelor's degree I had so many different
classes and almost all of them had more than half women in them. 'Come study
with me in my dorm room,' I'd say. We'd sit side by side and I'd real friendly
like put my arm around a shoulder and snuggle up close. Some would press into
me, some would pull away. 'I like men,' they'd say. 'So do I,' I'd answer.
Nevertheless I'd still reach over and pull her onto my lap. They'd struggle a
little, but none of them knew how strong I was. I always wore blouses with
puffy sleeves in my classes, or a jacket. I'd start on their top blouse
buttons and open them up. 'Oh, please,' they'd say. They'd start to squirm.
Then they'd start to cry-I always hated that, but it didn't stop me.

'Let's see what you got,' I'd say. I'd open up the blouse, or I'd pull their
sweater up and reach in there, pull down the bra and pull out a boob, hell,
I'm still better stacked than any of these bitches. Mine stay up there by
themselves. Some of the girls were lesbians, some were bi, some heterosexual.
Hell, I didn't care, I guess I'm really a horny bitch. Aren't you lucky? I'm
going to fuck your brains out!" I knew she wasn't lying. She'd already done
that the first night we met.

"But it isn't fair to me," I blurted out. "You've relieved some of your
frustrations, and I still have six weeks to go," I lamented. "I'm going to
have to use my hand," I mumbled.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, crybaby," Jan said, exasperated, "I'll do it for you!"
Before I knew what she was contemplating Jan had risen from the edge of the
bed, her gorgeous negligee streaming out behind her, and she placed one hand
under my knees and the other behind my back, effortlessly lifted me, much as
she had done four years ago when she stole me out of my bedroom, and carried
me over to the edge of the bed, where she sat down, me on her lap, just as she
had done with the maid, Alice. I tried to squirm out of her grasp, wanting to
keep my advantage, having caught her in the act, and with a maid yet, and if I
let her jack me off that would even the playing field again. But she was too
strong for me. Effortlessly she pulled down my zipper and removed my engorged
penis from its confines. It sprang to life as I pushed fruitlessly against her
mammoth arm. I really hadn't had any physical contact with her from before my
sister had started to train her, and while when I first met her I was no match
for her eighteen inch biceps, now that my sister had built her up to a
twenty-two inch arm it was shocking. First I pushed on her massive shoulder,
and it was unyielding. Then I tried to encircle her biceps to push her hand
away. It was solid steel and just huge. And strangely the more I came to
realize how strong she had become and how little control I had while she held
me powerless in her arms the more my penis engorged. I absolutely hated having
my future wife hold me so helplessly on her lap and yet I couldn't control my
sexual response. Did I like being dominated yet again by her? Was her power
over me my ultimate aphrodisiac? I had no time to contemplate as Jan expertly
brought me to the heights of ecstasy. From trying to push away from those
broad shoulders and monstrous arms I turned to grabbing on to them, pulling
myself tightly into her body, caressing her amazingly broad and hard back,
kissing her shoulders and trapezius, and begging her to hold me tighter and
tighter to her side with the arm around my waist that was securing me helpless
on her lap. I came in great gushing convulsions that squirted half way across
the bedroom, and believe me, it's a very large bedroom.

Jan giggled. "You're easy," she said.

It was going to be an interesting marriage.