0 comments/ 27369 views/ 0 favorites The Woman's Club By: its Leslie Foreword Hmmm they say write what you know (I hope this doesn't get me into any trouble). Preamble (get over it hehe) Most of my attempts at "erotic fiction" have been essentially to amuse female icq friends. That much said my fiction won't will have the male audiences in mind much. Sorry guys. This is my first ever deliberate and intentional attempt to write erotic fiction. Please understand I am going at this from a newbie perspective (including inserting this silly disclaimer). I thought this notion up the other day while reflecting on what I might write about. Part of it is actually based on my life (I will let you figure out those parts); part is the zany world I would think would be interesting to live in. I am actually appearing in the story though. With a little luck this will spawn some manner of follow up (I think a book is expecting a bit much currently). I don't write specifically short stories unless forced to. So this will explain why it's not a quick read. I am going to call this work "The Women's Club". If this story succeeds I will just run with it, and add more eventually. * * * * * Prologue How it all began… Zoom back to 1993….swoosh. Bob was finally coming to grips with it all, and none of it looked promising. Life had been a steady string of personal let downs. So what, what's one more eh. Fybromyalgia; what a wretched word to try and get used to. And such a flaky sounding condition too. He still wasn't sold as he mused discontentedly. "There must be something else wrong with me." He just couldn't accept it all. No wonder the medical community was so skeptical. Bob suffered through several years of depression, and the depression sure was real. Getting a disability pension based on depression though, that was somebody else's idea. He reeeeally didn't care. The process of getting accepted for the pension; what a pain in the butt all that was. Just an endurance contest apparently, it didn't seem important whether the applicant said this that or the other thing. It was all about whether the person would not accept no for an answer. Several years of pointless counsel ensued. As well as several years worth of trying one damn feel-good pill after another; it was all pointless. Would it ever end? Oh it ended alright. Not how you would suspect though. And as you might suspect, they don't print any of this in the medical journals. Picture a dreamy haze… an erotic event is transpiring. A woman clad in a soft flowing negligee all white and semi sheer. It's a floor length fashion, something that is more a wrap than anything else. Sleeves, and long flowing material to act as window dressing more than anything else. Soft and sensual to the touch, but in know way any manner of barrier to the contents within. She is sitting alongside the edge of a bed. The bedclothes disheveled and cast aside. Her attentions are riveted on the man lying there fully nude. He is sprawled as if tossed there upon the bed by some careless giant hand. His legs spread and head positioned as if he is not reeeeally present in the world. The man is in his own world of rapture currently. And with good cause, for the woman is performing some impressive miracles with her tongue. All along the shaft of the man's totally satisfied cock roams her delicate touch. Lightly her tongue travels across his skin. Only the barest of contact is being made, but its clearly working. For from out of the opening of his cock flows a steady stream of fluids. One of her hands massages him below his balls, while her right hand, her best, encourages more and more fluids to rise forth. A steady grip is used, as she moves her right hand up and down his shaft. But oh god it's her tongue! She continues to flick and lick it across that portion just below the head. And wonder of wonders, she continues to insist on licking through the slit of the opening, not allowing any of that fluid to escape or go wasted. It has been perhaps 20 minutes since she began her assault on his reserves of composure. He is quite immobile, just lying there groaning and murmuring constantly. A steady babble of pleasing sounds to her ears. His hips have stopped jerking, not quite as much in the last few minutes. It appears as if he has found his groove. Her pace has been maintained though through it all. Slowly it becomes apparent this won't last much longer. With suddenly great heaves his hips jerk upward. His arms become taught as they clench the bedding. The woman sensing it is nearing time slides his shaft into her mouth. She is ready for the last act. With several energetic pulses his warm sperm comes flushing out into her waiting mouth. He is clearly outside of communication, so she takes charge knowing what happens now is entirely up to her. Her right hand encourages his shaft to empty its contents. Each time that her tongue touched the head of his cock, he moans loudly. Finally it ends. The man lies there completely spent. He looks at his vision of loveliness, and watches. Slowly and with naughty intent, she proceeds to swallow down the contents of his lust just left in her mouth. A giggle escapes from the woman as she adjusts her negligee so it isn't in her way. "You are not finished dear" she softly speaks to him. He adjusts his posture as she glides over top of him. With a flick of her arm the fabric is whisked away from her bottom. She nestles upon his lap as his shaft twitches. "That was just a beginning. Now you owe me and owe me big. I intend to collect handsomely from you, my fine stallion". Her moist charms glide along his shaft, positioning him till she reaches a comfortable position. His shaft returning to a rigid state effortlessly slides into her. Leaning over him, she begins a slow motion thrusting. He drives himself in and out of her. She lowers her head onto his chest to enjoy his warm feel, and proceeds to satisfy her own wants. At this time the haze re-appears as the vision starts to fade away. Bob wakes up and gets a surprise. "Damn! Now that hasn't happened to me before?" He looked into his shorts only to discover he has deposited quite a remarkable nice load of his very best sperm there overnight. Then it hits as he begins to wake up. He becomes quite agitated as he realizes he was that woman in that dream! And his shorts let him know he sure enjoyed himself. Bob is not at all impressed. Several months have gone past while on this latest batch of medicines. Slowly his desires or preferences have begun to wander. But this is the last straw damn it. There in begins a tirade through the house, collecting up any item that is pill shaped. It doesn't matter what the pills actual purpose is either. Tylenol, sinus medication everything. "Damn bloody pills!!!" Lucky for Bob's wife her birth control pills weren't around. It took him 6 months before he was able to reflect that the medicines were seemingly gone from his system. He also distanced himself from the efforts of the psychiatry profession. The closest he wanted to come to including them in his life, was to hurl his very best invectives upon them. Then the moment of Bob's turning point came. It will seem odd to the casual observer, but so what it worked. Bob had long enjoyed chatting away the days on his computer. After several years of not having a great deal to do, it was likely inevitable. He was a great fan of chat software, one in particular was ICQ. He wasn't overly fond of it, but it worked to within his needs. He knew there were many differing ways to chat, but he never really strayed from ICQ. It was what he knew. So it followed that Bob had a predictable list of contacts that he chatted with all the time. And logically they were generally all female. He had a few that he had known a great long time. Some better than you might normally expect was decent. Now in understanding the situation you have to take a step back. In the last year or so, he had been slowly recovering. The depression had lost its grasp, but he was still adjusting in many ways. Much of his behaviour while not entirely unique was being handled differently. He had, had a long chat with his wife. Finally coming to grips with something that had pestered him all his sexually active life. Bob you see liked to masturbate. Actually that might not be entirely clearly stated. He generally masturbated each day specifically till he was able to ejaculate. Not just fiddling with it. For years he was always hiding it and feeling ashamed by it. Bob had totally bought into society's dogmatic view that it was somehow wrong. But no more. Taking the bull by the horns as it were, he confronted to his wife. He made it plainly clear he did in fact do what he did. So that much done; the secret was if nothing else, sure no secret anymore. It sure was refreshing, not being forced to spend so much energy on hiding his habit. He was now able to just be himself. And that meant he could and would do it openly if he felt a need. So there he sat most days. In front of his computer; bare assed; and happily chatting. And when one of his close friends was online, he was free to enjoy whatever response his friend caused in him. Most of his contacts in time were aware he sat like that. Not all were inclined to play online like that though. But he did have this one lass he enjoyed flirting with. And boy did she allow him to flirt. Finally the silliness went to its furthest potential. She agreed to have cyber sex with Bob. Naturally he was amused, but this was something new to him. How is it done he pondered. Luckily Bob was blessed with a wondrous imagination. He had always had a fondness for ideal locales. For his personal favourite, he chose a quiet remote log cabin far into the Pacific Northwest. He decided to weave the perfect visit there with his cyber friend. Sitting there as he was; nothing on below the waist; he was able to enjoy the perfect chance to please himself. What was perfect was his friend was at that moment getting out of her clothes. She was intending to do exactly the same thing. Bob weaved a passionate tale of a romantic encounter far from the trappings of civilized behaviour. She was spell bound by his musings. Bob was quite enjoying himself as well. The tale progressed for a long span of time. Both enjoyed freely masturbating, while indulging in a text based fantasy world. Finally the obvious conclusion arrived. He sat there wrapping up his imaginative story as he released himself onto a towel at his feet. His friend muttered about how her indulgences had the same satisfying ending. They chatted on after that for a time as if they had not been doing anything out of the ordinary for half an hour. A couple of weeks after that encounter in cyber space, Bob was feeling unusually brave. He commented on how wonderful it would be, to hear her actually speaking his name while gasping through the throes of full orgasm. And wonder of wonders she actually granted him that wish. What a treat it was too. The .wav file was impossible to ignore. That was really her voice, and well who cared if it was genuine or not. "Imagine a woman making those sounds, and saying those things". He mused to himself. His name was all over the recording as well. "Man what an ego rush." Something very tangible snapped inside Bob's head that day. The dark gloomy thoughts faded as Bob felt manlier than he had in years. He had categorically pleased that woman enough for her to respond like that. And so began a journey that had no specific known ending. Other than the fact Bob no longer harboured any doubts. That was then, this is now. A great deal of water has flowed under the bridge. Many things have been said and a good many things have been done. Bob's life is sure not what he expected it to be. But he doesn't seem to be complaining much. And that's when the notion of the Woman's Cub first entered into the picture. Comically enough, Bob cant claim to have thought it up either. The Womans Club: The First Member Life evolved over the years of the 90's for Bob. Most was rough, and the bumps were good and bumpy. There were plenty of triumphs fortunately. Details are sketchy at best (no one ever tries to remember things as they are happening normally). But here it is the next century. And things are beginning to happen in Bob's life. It was just an average day today, nothing worthy of comment. Bob was at his usual activities. After several years of grumbling on and off about it, he had achieved peace with his lifestyle. He had become a househusband of sorts. Once upon a time it was a major source of depression, now it was just what it was and nothing more. A typical day saw Bob getting out of bed to wander downstairs. Generally he started the computer and checked out his favourite haunts. First normally was the wargame forum he liked. He also watched to see if any chat friends came online. And it was his custom for the last year or so, to sit there bare-assed in just a t shirt if company wasn't expected. That was a benefit of a new openness with his wife. Only variable was whether it was a week day or not a week day. Weekends meant his son would be at home, and that meant friends wandering in and out of house. Summer was also a factor too. Bob had to shelve principles and silly notions; you can't sit bare-assed with company in the house generally. Today was a Tuesday. It is currently the middle of winter; middle of February actually. It was something like 10-ish in the morning. Bob has read the one or two emails, seen the game forum, and said hellos to 3 chat friends (flirted with one). Otherwise just sitting there, nothing planned for the day specifically. Aside from having fun maintaining the erection Jessy gave him with her silly flirtatious chat message, he wasn't expecting anything. It was a nice sunny day too. Normally Bob gave in and jacked off by 11:30, if something else hadn't already encouraged him to do so. So he sat there musing to himself as well as amusing himself, quite bare assed, and sporting a nice erection. Not quite sure what to do with the day yet. Bob's wife June had had a hectic morning. First her son had forgotten homework, and then it was his lunch that was missing. She managed to spend most of her time running up and down the block. Now quite frazzled, she had forgotten she had asked her friend Julie over. Sitting catching her breathe she slumped on the sofa watching a morning show in a non committal manner. She was unprepared for the knock at the door. Hearing the knock she rose to answer it. As with most people, she was able to tell it was Julie by the manner of rap. Her tired state made her forget that Bob was sitting in front of the computer entertaining his erection. And Bob, well he had decided it was time to get off as well. His attention was a bit focused. Julie entered and dumped her coat on the coat rack. She wasn't a loud sort and didn't attract a lot of notice normally. So Bob had no idea she was there. June had stepped out to grab the morning mail, so she was no help intercepting Julie either. The first sign things were about to happen was Julie's voice exclaiming… "June! Didn't you notice Bob was bare assed in here, and sheesh he is masturbating!" Predictably Bob was taken off guard. But possessing no clothes nearby he decided to remain seated and let June help him out. "Ahhhh hmmmm ah yes" was all June was able to stammer out initially. "Bob and I, we have an understanding about that" she muttered nervously. "I don't mind him doing that actually" she said trying to sound convincing. "Well this is an interesting way of showing me" giggled Julie. "Do you sit around like this all the time Bob? She asked a bit inquisitively. Bob nodded an affirmative. "I am like this most days" Bob mentioned, with a bit of nervousness in his voice. "It seems my sex drive wont turn off. June understands I am just seeking a comfortable release to sexual energies that plague me all damn day". "Excess energies eh" commented Julie. It was clear something was going around in Julie's head by this time. By this time Bob was well and truly out in the open. June had shown no distress to Julie being present with Bob bare assed either. Bob had remained seated, but he had dispensed making a great fuss. He had stopped hiding what was a very stiff cock as well. And Julie had helped herself to a good, somewhat obvious look at his manhood. "Did I interrupt you Bob?" Julie giggled. Clearly Julie was not overly stressed to have her good friend's hubby sitting in the room like this. "Weeeeell" Bob said in a sort of awkward way. June intercepted with "He was likely going to jack off". "Oooooooh do I get to watch?" Julie asked brazenly. "Hell I don't care" simply stated June. This had Bob a bit surprised actually. "It's really up to him I would think" June commented. "And he does this cause he is frustrated right? And this is his alternative to having sex with you?" Julie asked somewhat cautiously. "Do you not want it that much June?" she stated in a matter of fact way. "Yeah, I just don't have the great urge that Bob has. We developed this arrangement progressively over the last year or so. It works for both of us". Julie dragged June aside into the hallway so Bob was out of ear shot. "Ever thought of sharing him June? Yes I know that's outrageous, but well you can't expect me to sit here and watch that. You know I haven't had a guy in so long I forget what a cock feels like". June nearly choked at the suggestion. It was truly outrageous in fact. But yes Julie had not had any luck at all with guys. It must be 8 years since Julie had had a guy to her knowledge. A total stranger asking that question would have gotten the most icy response. But June had been feeling increasingly vexed with Bob. He was always moody. He wanted actual sex, not masturbation. And she just didn't have the drive he needed. She was at her wits end with him. She mused to herself, what the heck why not? After all I let him jack off looking at pics and movies, and I know he flirts online as well. Why not let his lust serve some useful purpose. And its not like Julie wont get something out of watching, she might as well help him out. "Oooohh this is way to silly for me" June commented. "Rules there WILL be rules though. As long as that's clear with you" Julie said finally. This caught Julie off guard entirely. "Rule one is it will be natural sex, no condoms. No risk means you get no sex. Rule two is this is our secret, so no one gets to know …ever. And rule three, when I want him that's that. Other than that I guess you can indulge yourself". Julie was stunned. "You ain't joking me eh, you are serious I can fuck him and such? Julie was actually speechless. "Yes go ahead" June chuckled. "And no I don't have to monitor what you do, just don't damage the goods" she snickered. "I still like using him from time to time". Julie was not sure what to do. Dang what a break too, Bob was a nice guy, and had a clean past. No strings attached because he was married, and to her best friend no less. And it wouldn't be an affair cause she was cool with it. Shit, winning the lottery might be better, but she couldn't think of anything else at that moment. This was too good. She peeked back in the room; Bob had actually gone back to his computer. The whole conversation had only been a couple of minutes though. There he sat, and yes he still had an erection. "Ahhh weeeell don't mind me then June if I go and scratch an itch I have". June went and just sat on the sofa like nothing was up. Julie though went over to where Bob was at the computer. Bob heard her approach but didn't respond in any overt way. Julie leaned over his shoulder to look at what Bob was up to. It appeared to be something on a word processor but she couldn't identify what. "Stand up for me Bob will ya" Julie spoke into his ear invitingly. Bob stood unaware of her plans. Pushing back his chair, he pivoted to face her, his cock pointing proudly straight at her as well. Julie without any warning closed the distance between them and gave Bob a most sensual kiss fully on and in the mouth. Simultaneously she wrapped her right hand around the stiff shaft of his cock. A low moan of obvious approval escaped from Bob's throat. "Ah Julie, should you be doing this?" he inquired, without doing much to prevent her hand from gripping his shaft. "June tells me and you say it yourself as well actually, that you can't really say no to a woman. So ahh don't say it then, and do as I tell you dear". A great many wild thoughts whipped through Bob's head in like a micro second. The first obvious thought was June and Julie had just chatted privately moments ago. And June still being in the room was clearly not concerned about Julie's current actions; and god her actions too. Julie had that look in her eyes that all people get when they are becoming aroused. Bob was far from being in idle as well. Her hand began to slowly stroke along his shaft in a pleasing manner. This made Bob slightly wobbly in the legs. Her kisses became more and more passionate. Bob responded as he was helpless to do much else. "I want you, and I am taking you" Julie stated as if there was little point in arguing the matter. "I expect you to perform to the fullest of your skills, my little sex toy" she managed to say in between kisses. That was all Bob required. Julie had been increasing her pumping action on his cock and now he had begun to emit a flow of juices. Julie slowly lowered herself in front of him. Bob closed his eyes in expectation of a glorious sensation. It wasn't long in arriving. The head of his cock made a momentary surge as her lips slid there way over it onto his shaft. She pleased herself for several minutes enjoying all the moans Bob made. Finally she stood again to look into Bob's semi glazed over expression. After a couple of moments the fog cleared and he realized it was his turn. Bob nuzzled her neck as his hands found their way to the buttons of her blouse. Slowly her apparel was shed layer after layer, until finally Julie was clad only in a soft pink pair of panties. They both stood there running hands softly over each others bodies. Bob was showing acute signs of his arousal, the juices draining out of his cock in a brazen show of approval. Unknown to Bob, but definitely no secret to Julie, her panties had become soaked in the juices of her own passion. "Enough Bob I can't hold out any longer" Julie called out in earnest. "Please fuck me without restraint". Bob decided to finally enjoy a private fantasy he had long wished for but felt uneasy attempting. His hand reached inside of her panties at the side, slid under, and grasped them firmly. He gathered the fabric into a clenched fist and violently yanked then to the side. The fabric made a loud ripping sound as it tore away from Julie's thigh. She gasped in surprise, but held her tongue not saying a word of protest. His second yank tore them fully and they were suddenly violently yanked free of her body. Now Julie stood completely nude before him completely accessible. Bob reached down to her left leg and raised it to wrap around his hip. Drawing her suddenly to him and propelling his slick cock straight towards her willing moist pussy. Julie looked into his eyes to see the look of a man intent on taking her. She allowed him to hold her close and his cock plunged into her completely primed opening. Bob and Julie exchanged mutual moans of satisfaction as he thrust himself fully into her. She held onto his bare ass as he began a rhythmic thrusting. They stood there holding each other as Bob drove himself into her, her leg wrapped around him. She clung to him her head on his shoulder. They enjoyed the passionate embrace as Bob built up to his climax. Julie got there first groaning a long low grumble. Her pussy clenched down onto his shaft sending him over the edge of his climax. He grabbed her ass as he plunged into her fully and let his seed flow deep into her. Several spasms later and he had finished. They kissed long and slowly while still in the embrace they enjoyed as he spent himself in her. She murmured into his ear "Bob, just so you know, I have been given sharing rights; your cock belongs to me now as well. And I don't care to see your seed spent on a towel". She held him a while more as his seed began to leak onto her thigh, his cock still inserted inside her. "Of course June has first claim on you naturally". "Yep damn straight" commented June from inside the living room. "But when I have indicated its ok, you are Julie's to play with. And you will do as she says". Bob released Julie from his embrace and his softening cock withdrew from her his seed drizzling onto her inner thigh. He walked over to his wife, who could now see his cock its just used state plainly visible. Julie walked in after him wiping her inner thigh with a small hand cloth from the kitchen. "I could get used to this deal" Julie commented absently as she wiped Bob's present off of her charms. "Oh one other rule, Julie" June spoke offhandedly, "If you are going to play with him, you have to make him squirt; otherwise this is all pointless. But just how that is all your business. Don't want to spoil him though, so take him to your place and have him clean it. Bob raised an eyebrow over that one. "He can generally only squirt twice a day though, don't use him to much if you can avoid it" she giggled. Julie went into the adjoining room and began to dress. "Well get dressed Bob. I have dishes that need washing" Julie commented while putting on her blouse. So that was it Bob mused. I am to be a sex toy by the looks of things with these two. Now life certainly could be a lot worse. And it's not like I wouldn't be doing housework during the day. None of the guys would believe this though. So bragging will be entirely pointless. Bob dressed and followed Julie out there door.