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

Date: 05/20/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Drug use, voyurism, strong language, female solo sex, female/female
sex, male solo sex, male/female sex

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Bree/f/m/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: Bree decides to go out on a night on the town in order to cope with
Orson not being with her, only to place herself at a bar and grill, where she
finds herself three new friends.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Ginger Hill, who I had
slected for the role of Marcia Delany and who was born on May 20th, 1975.

Dedication: Happy 33rd Birthday to Ginger Hill! -- ATK 2008
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Desperate Housewives: Bree's Night Out
by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol.com)

My name is Bree Hodge and I just happen to live in a house on Wisteria Lane
within the outskirts of the City of Fairview in the one section of the United
States known as Eagle State with my husband known as Orson -- who I had
allowed myself to marry after the untimely death of my first husband, a
handsome male whose name was Rex Van De Kamp -- and the two teenage children
that I had with Rex whose names happen to be Andrew and Danielle -- who
happens to be the actual birth mother of a beautiful baby boy named Benjamin
and who had no choice but to hand him over to us in order to have a safe and
stable upbringing before moving herself out of the house to attend college in
Miami, Florida -- in a neighborhood with truly wonderfull friends such as
Mike Delfino and his beloved Susan -- who was still angry at her husband,
Karl Mayer having walked out and leaving her to raise her young daughter,
Julie alone -- and Tom and Lynette Scavo,who are still trying to keep their
own roudy children under control even after each and every disaster that has
struck the neighborhood and that includes a really powerful force of nature
known as a tornado.

But unfortunately, it was after Orson had started sleepwalking that he had
unexpectedly walked out of our house and over to the Delfino residence, where
he had admitted to Julie that he was the one who had ran Mike down with his
car and after she had told both Mike and her mother, an upset Susan had
walked herself over to our house to confront both me and Orson about it, only
to have me take a look at my own husband's face and noticed that there was a
sudden gaze of fear in his eyes and that had made me realize that what Susan
had said was the truth, causing me to kick Orson out of the house and force
him to go stay with Edie Britt at the Fairview Towers apartment complex.

And even though I was still unable to forgive for what he had done to poor
Mike, something inside my very being had continued to try to change my mind,
go right over to Orson and let him know that I was actually willing to
forgive him but all I had done instead was sit myself down on the living
room sofa, look at the wonderfull pictures of the happy times that Orson and
I had shared together in the photo album and allow a single tear to run down
my cheek, only to have myself take a look at the reflection on the
nicely-clean coffee table and think to myself, *Oh, Bree! What's the matter
with you? Why are you just sitting there and feeling sorry for yourself? You
really do need to go out and have yourself some fun! That's what you need to
do right now! So, how about it, Bree?*

And after I had realized that I had unconsciously presented myself with a
really good point, I had taken dear sweet little Benjamin over to the Mayfair
residence and asked Katherine to be a dear and keep an eye on him until I
return. And after she had allowed herself to agree to do exactly what I had
asked and I had given the sweet little baby a gentle kiss on the forehead, I
had left the Mayfair house and headed straight for the local bar and grill,
where I had allowed myself to order a shot glass of fine brandy for myself.
But just as I was about to pay for the drink, I had discovered that someone
else had already paid it for me which had caused me to turn my confused eyes
toward the stool next to me and discovered that a beautiful platinum-blonde
maiden was sitting there and looking at me with a small smile on her lips.

And as soon as I had taken a deep breath,looked at the female stranger with
a small smile on my own lips and said, "Thank you for paying for my drink.
That was really kind of you. By the way, my name is Bree Hodge. May I ask
what your name is?" she had held out a kind and friendly hand and answered,
"But of course, Bree. My name is Marica Delany and I had came here with my
two good friends just to have ourselves a really good time. As a matter of
fact, it was their idea for me to come over here and ask you to join us at
our table. So, how about it, Bree? Would you like to join us?" And after I
had given that idea some thought and realized that it might had been better
for me to do that than just sitting at the bar and drinking myself into an
untimely grave, I had decided to accept Marcia's kind and generous offer and
the both of us had moved ourselves away from the bar and over to the table,
where Marcia had introduced me to a handsome male with dark brown hair known
as Greg Slattery and a beautiful raven-haired maiden whose name happens to
be Felicity Hatcher.

Anyway, after I had allowed myself to have such a wonderfull time with my
three newfound friends, a small-smiling Greg had placed his gentle hand on
my shoulder and asked, "Say, Bree? How would you like to come with us to my
place for a little nightcap? And if you happen to have a little tyke at home
with a babysitter, you don't have to worry. We won't keep you there long,"
which had caused me to roll my eyes and said, "Weeeellll, okay," before the
four of us had left the bar and grill and gone right over to the apartment
building where Greg happens to be living in just in time for us to step
inside his personal place of residence and he had walked himself over to
the kitchen to take a bottle of fine champaign out of the refrigerator.

But as soon as he had removed the foil and popped off the cork with all of
his might, some of the bubbly had also shot itself out of that bottle and I
had suddenly became so drenched in it. And after they had noticed that even
my own dress had became soaking wet as a result of the unexpected incident,
an embarressed Greg had placed the bottle of champaign on the table and said,
"Look, Bree. I really am so sorry about that. Why don't you go ahead and take
a nice warm shower in the bathroom, okay?And you don't have to worry about
your dress. I'll find something suitable for you to wear and pay for the dry
cleaning."

And after I had noticed that I was not in the correct time and place to offer
any form of arguement on the subject, I had gone into the bathroom, turned on
the water and removed all of my clothes before I had stepped into the shower
and started rubbing a bar of soap all over my very own nude body. But that
was before Marcia had stepped into the bathroom to place my soaking wet
clothes inside the laundry hamper and see if I was in need of any clean
towels or something like that, only to have her take a look at my bare-ass
naked body, take all of her clothes off and start pumping two of her fingers
in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the other
hand before she had stepped inside that very same shower and placed her hands
on my bare shoulders.

And as soon as I had quickly turned myself around and looked at Marcia like
I was about to ask her, "What has gone wrong with you, Marcia? Have you gone
mad?" she had placed the tips of her fingers on my lips and said, "Sssshhhh.
It's okay, Bree. You don't have to say a single word. All you need to do now
is just relax... and enjoy it." And after she had kissed me ever so deeply on
the lips, I had found myself allowing her to start licking all over my nude
body -- all the way down to my hot, moist snatch and carressing my firm
breasts just in time for a totally-nude Felicity to step inside the bathroom
and allow an equally-nude Greg to place himself behind her and continue
stroking his stiff cock before he had placed it inside her asshole and his
hands on her stiff mounds and began blowing his hot breath on the nape of her
bare neck.

Then, after I had placed my hands on Marcia's bare shoulders and said,
"Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Marcia! Touch me! Touch me there!
Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" both Greg and Felicity had moved themselves
inside the shower and she had placed one of her hands on my bare shoulder and
the other hand on Marcia's bare back and began sucking on my tits, causing me
to suddenly realize that I was able to enjoy each and every minute of
experiencing the one thing that I had never allowed myself to experience with
anyone other than Rex and Orson before which happens to be pure and untamed
sexual pleasure.

And then, after we had finished taking our shower together and moved
ourselves out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and laid our nude bodies
down on the bed, Greg had placed his stiff cock inside my cunt and began
licking on Marcia's pussy, I had started licking on Felicity's snatch and
carressing her firm breasts and Marcia has placed her hand on Felicity's
silky-smooth naked thigh and began sucking on her bare toes, causing a
sexually-energized Felicity to place her hands on my bare back and yell at
the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, BREE! DO IT, MARCIA!
TOUCH ME! SUCK ON MY TOES! SUCK MY WET PUSSY DRY! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF
ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

Then, as soon as we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has finally purchased its first new house far away from Wisteria
Lane, Greg, Marcia. Felicity and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion
and fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace, only to have me
wake myself up, carefully get myself off the bed and step into the bathroom,
opened the toilet seat and took a piss. And after I had closed the toilet
seat and flushed the toilet, I had looked at my reflection in the mirror and
thought to myself, *Come on, Bree. Admit it. You really did enjoy your night
out. Did you?*, causing me to let out a small smile and realize that I was
right just before I had stepped out of the bathroom, placed myself back on
the bed and gone back to sleep.

Just then, on the very next day, I had finally returned to Katherine's house
to pick-up sweet little Benjamin just in time for her to get a good look at
me wearing a green tee-shirt with the insigina of the one DC Comics superhero
known as the Green Lantern on it, a pair of grey sweat pants and a pair of
grundgie-looking sneakers and ask, "Bree, is that really you? I mean, what
happened to your dress and...?" but just as she was about to say one more
word, I had placed the tips of my fingers on her lips, kissed a confused
Katherine on the lips and thanked her for keeping an eye on Benjamin before
I had taken him back to my house, where I had carefully placed him inside his
playpen and -- even though he was way too young to understand a single word
of it -- told him how his own mother had finally allowed herself to have a
truly wonderfull time on her night out.

THE END!

    

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