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Disclaimer: Desperate Housewives belongs to ABC Studios and Cherry
Productions. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 11/21/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Drug use, voyurism, BDSM, male solo sex, female solo sex, graphic
violence, rape, female/female sex, male/female sex

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Edie/Dave/Susan/Gabrielle

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: The Local Slut of Wisteria Lane known as Edie Britt tells the story
of how she had changed into a whole new person and it all begins with a
certain classic erotic novel.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Nicolette Sheridan -- who
was born on November 21st, 1963 -- and an answer to one of PEJA's Story/Word
Prompt Challenges and based on one of the pictures that I had found in an
online gallery of an artist named Brian Tarsis.

Dedication: Happy 45th Birthday to Nicolette Sheridan!--ATK 2008
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Desperate Housewives: The Story Of Edie Britt
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

My name is Edie Britt and ever since I had allowed myself to move into a
house on Wisteria Lane within the outskirts of the Eagle State town of
Fairview and get myself a job in the real estate market, I had also allowed
myself to have hot and steamy sex with many men -- including some of the men
in the neighborhood who are still married -- that I had unexpectedly received
the reputation of being the local slut and gained one of my female neighbors
whose name happens to be Susan Mayer as a chief rival for the affections of a
handsome plumber whose name happens to be Mike Delfino and who had just moved
himself into the neighborhood.

And when I had failed in that attempt, I had allowed myself to have a
sexually-charged affair with Susan's ex-husband Karl Mayer -- who she had a
wonderful daughter named Julie with -- and Carlos Solis after he had allowed
himself to divorce Gabrielle and before she had married another male stud
known as Victor Lang, only to have Gabrielle cheat on him with Carlos.

But just as Victor was about to murder Carlos in order to make sure that
Gabrielle does not run off with him, a sudden tornado had blew its way
straight through Wisteria Lane and caused Carlos to go blind and Victor to be
instantly killed when a fence post was thrust straight into his chest by the
force of the tornado's winds which had indeed freed Gabrielle to get herself
back together with Carlos.

And of course, in spite of the fact that I should be happy for both Carlos
and Gabrielle getting back together and Susan finally marrying Mike with only
her pretty daughter Julie as a witness, I was still unable to stop myself
from wishing that I was like Lynette Scavo, who was married to Tom and have
four wonderful kids... even if they do drive her crazy.

But that was before I had met and married a really wonderful guy whose name
happens to be Dave Williams and we had allowed ourselves to set-up
housekeeping within the very neighborhood that my problems with sex and
friendship had began. And in spite of that, both Dave and I had allowed
ourselves to settle down into the comfortable life of a married couple just
like some of our neighbors in Wisteria Lane.

But if I'm not mistaken, it seems that everyone who allows him or her self to
live in a house on Wisteria Lane might have a deep dark secret and that
brings us to one November evening which was when I was sitting up in my bed
and reading a really great classic erotic novel by Pauline Reage entitled the
'Story Of O', a story of female submission that features the lead character
known only as O as a beautiful Parisian fashion photographer who had been
blindfolded, chained, whipped, branded, pierced, made to wear an owl-like
mask and taught to be constantly available for oral, vaginal and anal
intercourse.

Anyway, while I was still reading that very book, Dave had stepped into the
bedroom with two cups of hot cocoa in his hands and a small smile on his lips
and said, "I see that you were able to find something spicy to read tonight,"
which had caused me to turn my eyes toward Dave, let out a small smile and a
small giggle of my own, placed the book back inside my nightstand and said,
"Actually, Dave. I was waiting for you to come up here because I want to do
bad things with you tonight."

"Well, Edie. Before we would allow ourselves to do that, how about joining me
in having a sip of hot cocoa first?" that was the question that Dave had
asked me before I had rolled my eyes, let out a sigh and said 'okay' to him.
But as soon as Dave had handed my cup of hot cocoa to me and we had each
taken a sip from our mugs, I had suddenly began feeling so drowsy that I was
unable to stay awake.

And as soon as Dave had discovered that was about to finally fall into a deep
sleep, he had taken my cup of hot cocoa out of my hand, placed it on my
nightstand, placed his gentle hand on my forehead and said, "I really am
sorry to had spiked your hot cocoa with sleeping pills, Edie. But look at it
this way. At least, you would be able to get a nice and peaceful rest,"
before I had finally closed my eyes and fallen asleep.

But then, as soon as I had finally opened my eyes and made the shocking
discovery that I had been stripped bare-ass naked and placed inside a sex-
dungeon-type room that happens to be within our very own basement, I had also
discovered that my wrists were bound to the ceiling with a pair of premium
suspension wrist cuffs, I was unable to close my legs because a spreader bar
has been placed in-between them and I was unable to say a single word because
I had a large leather ball gag in my very own mouth.

And while I was trying as hard as I could -- and failing -- to free myself
from my bondage and sounding like I was yelling at the top of my lungs, "WHAT
THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! DAVE, YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE
AND UNLOCK ME RIGHT NOW OR I'LL KICK THAT SORRY ASS OF YOURS SO HARD THAT IT
WOULD MAKE YOU WISH YOU DID NOT MARRY ME!!DO YOU HEAR ME, ASSHOLE?!", Dave
had finally walked himself into the basement and moved himself towards me
just in time for my very own eyes to grow as wide as saucers at the sight of
Dave standing buck-naked in front of me with only the Demon Mask on his head,
a metal exotic spanking paddle known as the Paladin in one hand and his stiff
cock in the other hand.

And as soon as he had noticed the look of pure shock in my eyes, Dave had let
out a sinister smile, turned his eyes toward the doorway of the sex-dungeon-
type room and said, "Guess what, Ladies? The Bitch is finally awake and ready
for us to fuck the living shit out of her!", before two of my female
neighbors Susan and Gabrielle had placed their totally-nude bodies inside the
room just in time for a devilishly-gleeful Susan to start pumping two of her
fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carrssing her own tits with the
other hand and say, "Oooohhhh! Indeed she is, Dave! Indeed she is!"

And then, as soon as Dave had placed himself behind me and a sinister-smiling
Gabrielle had placed one end of the feeldoe slim vibrating dildo inside her
hot and steamy cunt and the other end inside Susan's hot, moist snatch, Susan
had looked at me with pure rage in her eyes and hissed, "Now, let's see how
much you really like it, Bitch!" before she had slammed all of the fingers of
one hand straight into my exposed cunt and the sharp fingernails of the other
hand deep into one of my uncovered tits.

And while Susan was also biting really hard on my tits, Gabrielle had pulled
really hard on my hair and Dave had began smashing me in the ass with the
Paladin, that had caused me to have no choice but to let a single tear run
down my cheek and admit that I really was enjoying each and every minute of
the painful sexual torture that I was suffering at the hands of Dave and my
two female neighbors.

Then, after Dave had tossed the Paladin aside, placed himself behind
Gabrielle and began humping his stiff cock in and out of her asshole, she had
began thrusting her entire hand straight into my pussy and biting down really
hard on my tits before Susan had placed herself behind me, inserted one end
of the feeldoe dildo into her cunt and the other end of it inside my already-
sore backside.

And as soon as Susan had placed her hand on my forehead and the other hand on
my bare shoulder, she had also placed her lips close to my ear and growled,
"YOU ENJOY IT!!DO YOU, BITCH?!" just in time for Susan to start biting on my
ear and for me to close my tear-soaked eyes and think to myself, "AAAAHHHH,
YES!! I REALLY DO ENJOY IT!! DO IT TO ME!! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!!
MAKE ME WANNA CUM!! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!"

And then, after my three captors had began moving themselves harder and
faster and kept on doing that until the four of us had finally came and my
three tormentors had collapsed due to exhaustion and fallen asleep with their
naked arms in a lover's embrace, I had looked up at the ceiling and thought
to myself, "Hey, God! Could you please do me a favor? If you get me out of
this, I really will be a better person from now on! Just please get me out of
this! Please!" before I had finally cried myself to sleep.

Just then, on the very next day, a kind and gentle hand had placed itself on
my forehead and caused me to quickly open my eyes, sit myself up and discover
that I was back in my very own bed with Dave, who had placed his gentle hand
on my shoulder and asked, "How are you feeling today, Edie? Did you sleep
well last night?" before I had let out a sigh of relief, taken the book that
I was reading the night before and answered, "Yes, I think I did. But could
you do me a favor and get rid of this for me? I don't feel like reading it
anymore."

And as soon as he had nodded his head in response to my question, Dave had
taken the book and left the bedroom with it. But what I had no way of knowing
was that as soon as I had left the house to go on an errand, Dave had walked
himself over to Susan's house, stepped into the garage, placed the book on
the hood of her car and left the garage just in time for someone to pick up
the book.

The name of that someone happens to be Susan Delfino and as soon as she had
looked at the book with a small smile on her face, Susan had taken a deep
breath and said, "Well, that takes care of the old Edie. Let's hope the new
one keeps having a better life," before she had taken the book into the house
with her. And to tell you the truth, I really am glad that she -- along with
both Dave and Gabrielle -- had helped me become a better person. And if
that's not the truth, then I really don't know what is.

THE END!

    

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