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Boys' Club

By: jalbpowsl



Author's Note: Thank you all for your feedback and comments; it's really the best incentive to keep writing these (other than the fact that "Leigh" loves reading them). I love hearing from readers, and with this story in particular, if you have any ideas or things you'd like to see in a sequel, I'd love to hear them.

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"So do we...put out snacks or something?" Leigh asked, trying not to sound nervous.

John laughed. "No, no snacks. Just water." He walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Are you sure you want to do this? You seem nervous."

She smiled. "I'm sure. We promised, didn't we?" She turned to get water, saying over her shoulder "I'm no more nervous that I am any time we have guests over." She was sure he could tell she was lying, but it was important to keep up the façade nonetheless.

John followed her into the kitchen. "We can still change our minds if we want to. It wouldn't be the first time. For all the rules, they seem very reasonable, and I think they'd understand."

Leigh took a deep breath and steadied herself. She didn't turn back to look at him. "No," she said. "I want to. I may never want to do it again, but I want to try."

John kissed the back of her head and began taking glasses down from the cabinet. "I love you," he said softly into her ear. "And I will love you if you change your mind. Just tell me if you do." He walked away into the living room.

Leigh excused herself to shower and get ready. As she waited for the water to heat up, her mind ran back over how they had gotten to this point. About 5 months ago, John had been approached by "a friend," a person whose identity she still did not know, with an invitation to join an...unusual group.

A few years back, a group of friends, whose names she, again, did not know, had been sitting around and, she assumed over a great deal of alcohol, revealed to one another what they thought about the others' wives. There was of course complaining about attitude, rules, etc., but it quickly became clear that all of them had the hots for each others' women. In what started as a joke but eventually they all decided was serious, a plan was born.

To hear John tell it, the women were the most enthusiastic planners, a fact which Leigh sometimes doubted and sometimes did not. The rules smacked of a woman's involvement, that was clear, but what wasn't clear was whether they had been imposed as a condition or developed alongside the basic idea. Regardless, once the men and their wives agreed, the group was born. Something like 4 years later, it had grown quite slowly and, John told her, still consisted of less than a dozen couples.

John was the newest member, and since Leigh knew nothing about its membership, she did not know how or why he had been invited. He had been very hesitant when he broached the idea with her, and despite her nervousness now, when he'd suggested it, she had been enthusiastic. The idea shocked and aroused her, it played into some of her most carnal desires to be wanted and used. And, as frustrating as the rules had been to her over the last few months, they were the only thing keeping her reason from getting the best of her.

She ran through the rules in her head once again, hoping it would calm her nerves in a way the hot water running over her had failed to.

The first rule was absolute anonymity, at least for the women. She could not know who else was a member, and none of the other women would know that she, or for that matter John, was either. John was forbidden from telling her where he went when he attended the events, and, now that it was their turn to host, she would be blindfolded and wear earplugs the entire time.

The second rule was that the men in attendance were not allowed to touch her with anything but their hands, and she was not to touch them. They were to remain fully clothed at all times. She could speak to them, but they could not speak to her. They were there to look and to touch, but no more. She, in turn, was there to be seen and to be touched. Any pleasure they brought to her was a bonus, but ultimately, she was there as the entertainment, the toy John shared with his friends. That thought brought a shiver of pleasure down her spine, and she relaxed a little, reminded of why she agreed to this in the first place.

The third rule was that the procedure was to be strictly followed. At precisely 7pm, the men would arrive, in a group, and knock on the front door. The room would have already been set up, with chairs arranged in a half-circle and Leigh at the center. John would put on her blindfold and she would insert the ear plugs before John went to open the door, making sure that she would not see the men enter. Both would remain in place until the men left.

She would be clothed as all the men took their seats. John would begin the evening by going over the rules again, even though all the other men in attendance would know them by heart at this point. Each of the men would then, in turn, stand and approach her. They would each have a few moments to touch her while she was still clothed. They would not be allowed to say anything to her or touch her with anything other than their hands, but she could speak to them and say what felt good and what to not do.

When John had told her about this step, she had been surprised and pleased, since most men, in her experience, don't see the value and sensuality in clothed touching. Plus, it was a way to sort of warm-up to the experience. Another likely female addition.

After each man had a turn, John would approach her and undress her completely. There she would stand, naked, in front of the men. Then, as before, they would each approach her and have a few moments to touch her however they saw fit. They would be allowed to caress her breasts, to rub her pussy or ass. The same rules as before applied, John could step in if anything went too far, and she was free to express her pleasure or displeasure, her desires, and her feelings.

Once all the men had taken their turn, John would bring a chair out to the center of the circle. She would sit in the chair, spread her legs, and masturbate while the men watched. She would initially just use her fingers, but after a few minutes, she would be allowed to use her vibrator to make herself cum, relieving the sexual tension and energy that had built-up over the course of the evening. At that point, all the men would leave, and John would have her all to himself.

The idea of being the entertainment for a group of men she did not know and could not see was both scary and arousing. She would be ogled and touched and lusted after by all these men, knowing that she was wanted. She would be used as a toy, not for sex per se, but still for sexual pleasure. John was giving her away, letting these man have a taste of what he has every day, using her as a way to get this same taste from other men's wives.

She smiled at that part. John had been perfectly honest that part of the appeal of this was, of course, being able to touch and look at the other's wives. And he admitted that, at least for those women who would themselves have enjoyed a chance at the flip-side of the coin, it was unfair that the anonymity applied in only one direction. But he was not given a chance to make his own rules, he'd said, only to take them or leave them. Leigh was willing to take them.

John had attended two events hosted by other members. That was the way it worked, he'd explained: a new member got to go to two events before he was expected to host one of his own. Leigh had waited up for him each night, anxious to hear how it had gone. There were of course limits to what he could say, given the anonymity of it, but he had told her as much as he could.

The first time, he had of course been nervous. The man hosting had only done so once before, and things had not gone very smoothly; when they arrived, they had to wait outside for 10 minutes because his wife wasn't ready yet. When they were finally let in, the room was in disarray and they had to find their own chairs. Several of the men, whose names Leigh or course did not know, but many of whom John told her were pretty high-powered, were left to pull a sofa across the room for themselves, an image Leigh rather liked.

In John's censored retelling, the host's wife was a tall woman, skinny, in her early 30s. The couple had no children, and as John put it, that was probably for the best, since her hips were so narrow she wouldn't have been able to take it. They'd made John go first, as the new member, and he was nervous. He had put his hand on her arm, slowly moving it up over her shoulder. She'd seemed incredibly uneasy, reacting strongly to his touch, pulling away, her body almost trembling, all of which only made it harder for him to do much, he'd told Leigh after. He sat down, barely having brushed his hand over her (in his telling, barely-there) breasts. The other men seated around him mocked him for his hesitance, he'd said.

When the second round came, and John walked up to this now completely naked woman, he had been only marginally bolder. He had walked around her, both to enjoy the full view and to give himself a moment to breathe. He'd reached out with one hand and cupped her ass, while running his other up her spine. She's moaned at that, and he relaxed slightly. As he walked back around to her front, he placed both his hands on her shoulders and run his fingers along her clavicle, then down over her breasts. He took one breast in each hand and massaged them, the nipples hard against his palms. The moaning was almost constant now, and he could see the woman's lip quivering.

He'd moved his hands down, placing one on her hips and the other on the mound of her pubic bone. She was, John had told Leigh, a "natural red-head," something John had never seen in person before. He'd run his fingers through her red pubic hair, which made the woman whimper in pleasure. He was surprised when she opened her legs and whispered "rub my clit." He did as he was told, which elicited a yelp of pleasure. "That feels amazing, fuck" she'd said, grinding her pussy against his hand. She moaned again, this time more powerfully. His time up, he sat down, one of the men asking him what it was he'd done to her clit that had brought about that reaction; apparently she was something of a quiet "performer," and was not known to respond so strongly. His first time, he was already making an impression.

That night, when John told her all this while she masturbated, she knew she'd made the right decision. The only jealousy she felt was the burning, passionate kind that turned her on. She felt no real competition with this nameless, faceless, skinny redhead, all she cared about was that her man had wowed her with the same sexual prowess she received whenever she wanted it. She came hard that night.

One month later was John's second event. This was with one of the group's founding members, a wealthy and important couple, John had told her. There was no fumbling for seats or waiting in the cold this time; no, this couple had done this many times before, and everything went smoothly. The wife, it seemed, was also better entertainment; she was a woman in her mid-fourties, "average looking," John had said, but with much more in the way of energy. As John retold this evening's encounter, Leigh could tell that he'd enjoyed himself a great deal.

From the preceding men's turns, John could tell that this woman was really into it, talking to each as he took his turn with her, moaning and responding to each touch. When John's turn came, he had walked up to her with confidence and put both hands on her breasts. "Ooo, goes straight for what he wants," the woman had said. "That's it, knead them. Play with them. Can't wait until you can see them naked, can you?" In keeping with the rules, John didn't respond. But he had moved his hands down to her thighs, which he massaged through her slacks. When he moved his hand up to her crotch, the woman had said "yes, fuck, rub my pussy...it's getting wet from all this attention." He'd walked around behind her and given her a playful spank. The woman laughed and said "harder!" He did as he was told. She repeated, "harder!" and he did it again, his hand slamming her ass with a crack. She'd moaned and said, "I can tell you're the new one...I like you. I'm looking forward to your next turn."

As he retold it to Leigh, when John's next turn came and he approached this completely naked woman, he had paused for a moment, not knowing what to do first. For her age, she was in quite good physical condition, her breasts firm and her skin toned. John had never seen a woman of this age naked in person before, and he honestly didn't know what they liked. So he started right off with the one thing he knew she seemed to like; he walked around behind her and slapped her ass. She'd yelped in what John initially feared was pain, but a split-second later said, as before, "harder!" He did as he was told, though not quite as hard as his hardest from before, fearing he would leave a mark. He'd then walked around front of her, cupping her breasts in his hands. "There you go," she'd said. "Are they what you were hoping they'd be?" He of course did not respond, but instead rubbed his nipples in-between his finger and thumb, which earned him a loud moan and a whispered "I knew I liked this one."

After a few moments on her breasts, he had slid his hands down over her sides, resting them on her hips. He just held them there briefly, waiting for a reaction. He got it. "Fuck, stop teasing me and finger my cunt." He'd smiled at that, and slowly slid his hand down over her pelvis and cupped it over her pussy. He placed his fingers on either side of her clit and began rubbing, which got him a deep moan. "Yesss," she said. "Yess. Fuck. Now put a finger inside me."

John froze, not knowing if this was allowed. But she knew the rules as well as anyone, he figured, and he went ahead and did as she'd asked, sliding his index finger inside her pussy. "Oh my God," she said in response. "Fuck yes. Fuck yes." John grew even more bold, curling his finger around and rubbing her G-spot. This earned him another yelp of pleasure, followed by more moaning. He moved his other hand back up to her breast, kneading it as he had earlier. When his time was up and he slid his finger out of her pussy, she whispered "thank you."

Though Leigh would (probably) never know that woman's name, she wanted to thank her as well. John again told her that story while the two lay in bed naked, one hand on his hard-on and the other with her vibrator on her pussy, and she loved every second of it. She imagined this woman feeling the kind of pleasure she herself felt at John's touch, she imagined the jealousy that woman, who didn't even know John's name, must feel for her, given that she could feel that same pleasure whenever she wanted. Leigh held back, not letting herself cum while John finished the story, including the part about how the woman had made herself cum incredibly hard at the end, demanding that she be allowed to finish with him inside her. He was more than happy to oblige, and when she came, it felt like her whole body would explode from the pleasure. She lay there, unable to move, unable to speak, for several minutes.

As she got out of the shower and dried off, she ran through the rest of the evening in her head. She and John had practiced it several times in the last few days, twice today alone. But still she was nervous. How could she not be? She stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself, knowing that soon, close to a dozen men she had never and probably would never meet would be staring at her. She knew she was sexy, but had never believed herself as sexy as John and others had told her she was. Dieting, waxing, and shaving had gotten her here, and there was nothing more she could do now. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Leigh took some time picking her bra and panties for tonight; never before had this many people, let alone this many men, seen her in her underwear, especially not in this kind of intimate way. She settled on a pair of black boy-short panties and a matching black bra; sexy and flattering, but not too ostentatious. She then put on a black and white dress; it seemed to her, contrary to what the other women had done, that a dress would be more enjoyable than pants. She hoped the men didn't judge her for that. It seemed a strange thing to worry about, given that these men would soon be touching her and using her for their own pleasure, but in a strange way, she still wanted to impress them. John assured her that she would be the hottest "entertainer" they'd seen in at least the last 3 months, and almost certainly longer, but she was still self-conscious. She hoped he was right.

She walked out into the living room. It was 6:15, plenty of time before the men would arrive. John had finished setting things up and was waiting for her. He smiled at her softly, sweetly; not the kind of smile you expect from a man who's about to give his wife's body away for other men's pleasure.

"You look beautiful," he said.

"I wear this every day," she said dismissively. Secretly, though, it made her feel better.

"You're beautiful every day," he replied. She looked down and blushed.

"Thank you," she said.

He walked over and kissed her cheek. "You're going to do great. They're going to love you." She felt her pussy stir at that. "And if you don't wa-"

"Stop," she said, more forcefully than she'd intended to. "I want to do this. I'll tell you if I change my mind, but stop offering."

"Ok," he said softy. "Do you want to run through it again?"

"Yes," she said, glad that she had not upset him, not that he'd have any grounds to be upset under the circumstances.

He took her hand and walked her to her place in the room, at the center of the seats. Between the couch and the chairs, there was room for 12 men; John said he wasn't sure how many were coming, but he thought it would be somewhere between 7 and 10.

"Do you want to do this one blindfolded?" he asked.

"Yes, please," she said. "I want to try doing it that way at least one time. I get how it all is going to work now, I just want to feel it for real."

John walked over to the counter and picked up the blindfold and the ear plugs. "These, too?" he asked.

"Yes, those, too," she said. She was less sure about that, but better to do the real thing at least once. There was time for another trial run if she needed it.

He walked around behind her and put the blindfold over her eyes, tying it tightly. "This too tight?" he asked softly?

She shook her head. "It's fine," she said.

He kissed her on the cheek and handed her the ear plugs. "You put these in yourself," he said.

She did as she was told, putting both plugs in her ears. Everything was quiet for a few seconds. Very quiet. She was glad she'd decided to do a test run with these in, it was somewhat disorienting to be standing there in such quiet. She heard a soft mumbling, but she couldn't make out what John had said. She pulled out one plug. "What?"

"I just asked if you could understand what I said, and apparently you couldn't," John said. It sounded like he was smiling, but with the blindfold on, she couldn't tell.

"I guess not," she said. "Should I put them back in?"

"Yes," John said softly. She did so, and again was bathed in silence.

She stood still as she could feel John moving around her. She twitched as she felt his hand glide over her left hip, softly following him around. This is so hot she thought suddenly. She wondered if she would feel the same way when it wasn't her husband walking around her. He cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed. She smiled a little, knowing that he was probably really enjoying this "practice run."


Boys' Club Ch. 02



John took a deep breath as he stood at the base of the stairs, his hand on the doorknob and his eyes closed. He steadied himself and opened the door.

Ten men were standing on his doorstep, just as they had a year before. "Come on in, guys" he said, forcing a smile. They filed in and followed him up the stairs to the living room.

He was nervous, of course. Who wouldn't be? Last time had gone extremely well, but that didn't calm the unease in his stomach or steady his hands. As much as he felt excitement and anticipation, he also felt fear. He was about to watch these men use his wife for their own pleasure, after all, how could he not? As they climbed, he heard one man say to another "I've been looking forward to this one since last year. She's my favorite." He couldn't help but smile at that.

"Tell me about it," the man had replied. "My wife really enjoyed hearing about this one. Shame they'll never meet, she could learn something!"

A third man joined in. "I had to tone it down when I told my wife," he said. "I can't have her knowing there are women here so much hotter than her. She'll make me quit."

As they reached the top of the stairs, he took another deep breath and tried to calm himself. He walked to the center of the living room, quietly passing Leigh, who was standing at the center of the half-circle ring of chairs. As she had a year before, she was wearing a dress, this time a black one with a low neckline, along with a blindfold and a pair of earplugs. Her beautiful brown hair was down, gracefully draped over her shoulders. She licked her lips in anticipation as the men took their seats.

"Good evening, everyone," John began. "I'm sure everyone already knows the rules, but just to be sure, I'll go over them once before we begin." He took yet another deep breath and slowly exhaled. He'd heard this speech over a dozen times and given it once himself, but he still took his time to make sure he got it right. Screw-ups your first time hosting were easily excused, but by your second turn, you should have things down pat.

"As you know, from the moment you entered our home until the moment you leave, you are to remain completely anonymous. My wife here may not at any point know your name or anything about you. You may talk quietly amongst yourselves or to me, but since the earplugs are not perfect, you must keep your voices down and under no circumstances speak to..." he paused. "The hostess."

It felt so strange referring to his wife as if she were an inanimate object, some kind of toy only there to amuse and please the group. But in a way, that's exactly what she would be for the next hour. She was flesh and skin, breasts, pussy and ass, she was there to be ogled and touched, poked, prodded, and enjoyed. That she enjoyed it almost as much as these men did was of course important to him, but for the purposes of the group, her pleasure was not the main item on the agenda. At least not for most of the night.

He continued. "She will begin fully clothed, as she is now. Each man will have a few moments to approach her and do with her whatever he desires, provided that he uses nothing but his hands and that he stays within the bounds of reason. I will be the judge of whether a guest goes too far, but the parameters are broad and the intent is for you to have wide latitude to get the most out of your time with her."

He looked out at the faces of the men. Not a single one of them were looking at him. All of them were fixated on his wife, standing almost perfectly still, her hands at her sides, her light brown skin almost glowing. Her chest moved slowly, her breaths deep and conscious, her breasts heaving with each one. He thought he might have heard a foot tapping in anticipation, and more than one man seemed to be wringing his hands.

"After each man has had a turn with her, I will undress her completely. Then, each man will again have a few moments to approach her and, again, using only his hands, fully enjoy her body. You may feel free to move her as you see fit."

He paused again, though even later he was not sure whether this was for dramatic effect or to steady himself. "Again, throughout this process, she may speak to you. And she will." The group laughed, some clearly nervously, others genuinely. The anticipation was getting to be too much for some of them, it seemed. "But you may not speak to her.

"After each man has had a full opportunity to enjoy her body, she will be given a chance to enjoy it herself while you all watch. She will sit in a chair and bring herself to orgasm, either manually or with the use of a vibrator.

"Are there any questions?" he asked. It was the first time some of the men looked at him since they'd sat down.

"Nope, no questions," one man volunteered for the group. The others laughed. "Well, are there? Or can we get to it? I know I'm not the only one who's been waiting for this." He slouched in his chair with some embarrassment.

John smiled. "Well, I didn't expect to see any questions, so, let's get started." He paused again. "Since this is no one's first time, there is no set order for tonight, so I will take volunteers to go first."

Ten hands shot into the air, all eagerly. He'd not seen that at any of the previous events, and it caught him off-guard. He expected to see several, but not a clean sweep. He hesitated, unsure of who to choose. He looked over the assembled group and, as he often did, thought of them not by who they were so much as what the "hostess" was like at their house.

There was David, the man with the 30-something blonde trophy wife with soft creamy skin, D-cup natural tits, and a pussy that had been literally dripping when he took his turn with her naked body. There was Brian, the man whose middle-aged wife had actually cum twice before her masturbation round even began thanks to the vigorous fingering she'd requested from every man during her naked round. And of course Jerry, the man whose wife, an almost stereotypically sassy black woman with large breasts and a sizeable ass, who had taunted one man who dared spank her too softly.

"Tom, you can go first," he said, instead electing to go with the man whose event had been his first, whose tall, thin redheaded wife had now on two occasions reacted so powerfully to his touch. She'd moaned and talked dirty to him in a near-whisper when she mostly trembled and stayed silent for the other men. Both times she and Tom had hosted, she'd worn the same purple dress and black lingerie, the stark contrast of the dark fabric against her pale skin and red hair alluring, her small patch of naturally red pubic hair fulfilling a longstanding curiosity for John, one he enjoyed greatly.

Tom burst to his feet, making no effort to hide his enthusiasm. He strode confidently up to Leigh, whispering something excitedly under his breath which John could not make out. He had a smile on his face and there was passion in his eyes. John saw Leigh's body tense as he grew near, probably feeling his footsteps through the floor, and heard her breathe in sharply. He held his breath in anticipation, too.

He touched her left hip first, running one hand over her stomach while putting the other one on her lower back. He moved them in opposite directions, bringing one to rest on her ass while the other cupped her right breast. Her body relaxed and she let loose a soft moan as he massaged her from both ends. He switched breasts and ran his hand back and forth over her ass, massaging both for the remainder of his turn.

As Tom walked back, John selected Nathan, whose wife fit the classic model of the curly-haired, starved-past-the-point-of-hotness Jewish woman, who enjoyed having her nipples twisted and her pussy slapped. She'd been dressed conservatively when John arrived, and he was surprised to see how into it she was. The other men, used to her preferences, had really given to to her, and she had responded with gusto. For his part, John had contributed some vigorous fingering and a few good pulls on her nipples.

Nathan had been a little rough with Leigh during their last event, perhaps because of his own wife's desires, and John was going to keep an even closer eye on him. He walked over to Leigh slowly, but with purpose. He passed all the way around her before stopping directly in front of her and placing his hands directly on her breasts. He made circles around her nipples with his fingers, eliciting a deep moan. She leaned into his touch, stretching her breasts outwards, yearning for more. "Come on," she said in a low voice, her first words of the night. "Don't tease me..."

"There we go," John heard one of the men say to his neighbor. "I'd been waiting for her to pipe up."

"I know, right?" the neighbor responded. "Probably the best part...other than her ass, of course."

The first man laughed and nodded. "I dunno. So many of these ladies try to be all confident and sexy, but she pulls it off so well..." he trailed off and both returned focus to the show in front of them.

At the front, Nathan had given in to Leigh's prodding and was now firmly grasping and massaging her breasts. Were it not for the two layers between them and his hands, and for Leigh's moans of delight, John might have been concerned over how hard he was going at them. Even now, even when he was giving her over to these men to use as they saw fit, his protective instincts for his wife still cried out against anything that might cause her pain.

Nathan's time was now up and John selected another man to take his first turn. He chose David, whose eyes had not broken with Leigh's body since the evening began. During their last time hosting, David had been awkwardly intimate and nonsexual with Leigh, as he had been at the subsequent three events. But about six months ago, after a prolonged absence, David had returned to the group with enthusiasm. John had a feeling Leigh would enjoy him much more this time around.

When David and his wife hosted, John had been surprised to find that she was so sexy. She was almost 20 years David's junior, and she wore a tight, short, low-cut dress that itself left little to the imagination. When David stripped off the shelf-bra she wore under it, her large breasts fell barely an inch before bobbing back and holding firm. Though not a particularly active participant, her body was more than sufficient to entertain them.

Leigh again tensed as she felt David's approach. Her lips quivered and he saw her clenching and relaxing her hands. He ran his finger up the underside of her arm, and she squirmed. "No tickling," she said. "That's cheating. If you want to see my tits bounce, just wait until the next round and bounce them yourself." The group laughed and, as if in response, David moved quickly to her breasts, placing his hands underneath them and, while cupping them with his fingers and palms, ran his thumbs over her nipples.

"Can you feel them getting hard under there?" Leigh asked seductively. "I can't wait to show them to you boys again." She moaned while he rubbed her and moaned deeper when he shifted his hands, placing his palms over her nipples, and squeezed her breasts firmly and fully. "That's it, that's it," she said softly. "Very nice..."

"This is what I mean!" John heard one of the seated men say to another. "That shit is golden."

As David walked back to his chair, John said "Ok, Brian, you go ahead." Brian stood and walked slowly towards Leigh. He was the oldest man in the group, and though only in his early fifties, he seemed older. Despite being almost the same age, his wife had the body and energy of a much younger woman. They were founding members of the group and had hosted John's second event, his first time with an older woman. Then and in the other of their events John had attended, she had shown a lust for being touched and used, and her orgasms belonged in a hardcore porn movie: certainly loud and impressive, but a little fake and over-the-top. But both had been fun evenings nonetheless.

Brian walked behind Leigh and placed his hands on her hips, sliding them up and down. She smiled and sort of swayed in his hands, almost doing a little dance, which prompted another light laugh from the group. Brian moved his hands down to her ass, massaging it. She bent over slightly, showing the men in front of her a little more cleavage and giving Brian better access to her ass. He slapped it lightly and she let out a playful yelp. "Finally, some attention on my ass. All these breast-men out here, it's good to get a little variety." Another laugh. She knows how to control a group of men, that's for sure, John thought.

Brian ended his turn with a firm spank, which earned him a little growl from Leigh. For the next turn, John chose Michael, the one who had invited him to join the group. He'd previously known him as a mild-mannered man married to a quiet, unassuming woman with short brown hair and small breasts. But John had quickly learned how much he was missing about Michael at the first event he'd attended, where he watched Michael slide his finger into Tom's thin wife's pussy and then put it in her mouth, making her taste herself. She'd enjoyed it, but the gumption had surprised him and, it seemed, one or two other members. He'd later watch Michael vigorously, almost brutally, finger Jerry's wife in the ass while spanking her, which she very much enjoyed.

But almost as surprising was Michael's wife, a woman who John had almost never thought of as a sexual woman until they'd hosted. Whenever they'd met before, she'd always worn loose jeans and a baggy t-shirt. But that night she'd worn a tight, low-cut dress and high-heels, the only woman to wear shoes while entertaining. During the clothed rounds, she'd been extremely vocal and dirty, seemingly a whole different person, though, again, it felt a little over-the-top and forced; she clearly was a different person with the blindfold on, but not nearly as much as she wanted them to believe. When Michael had undressed her, John saw that she was wearing black lace lingerie, a push-up bra and skimpy thong panties. She kept a full bush, though it was neatly trimmed, and her body was much sexier than he'd anticipated. As with the previous round, she'd been extremely active, pleading with John to "stick three fingers up my cunt" while simultaneously fingering her asshole. He'd done as he was told and loved every second of it.

John had been nervous when Michael's turn came when they'd hosted previously, but Michael had been much gentler with Leigh, perhaps because she was the one woman who he actually knew personally. John knew perfectly well that the reason he'd been invited into this group was because Michael had lusted after Leigh, and John had been told by other members at other events that Michael had nagged them to consider John as an additional member despite having previously rejected three others, including a man married to a national TV reporter widely considered to be an extremely attractive woman, on account of the group being too large; they'd never intended to grow beyond ten couples, they'd told him. It was only after Michael showed them Facebook photos of Leigh that they had changed their minds.

Michael approached Leigh with a clear purpose. He walked right up to her and lifted her dress up. With his other hand, he went straight for her pussy, placing his fingers on it over her panties and rubbing vigorously. She yelped in surprise and said "Jeeze, no warm up? You just go straight to the good stuff, huh?" She bit her lip and moaned at his rubbing. "Fuck, it feels good, though. I bet you want to get under these panties, don't you? You want to touch my warm, wet cunt huh?"

John saw at least one man adjust himself in his chair, knowing that there wasn't a man in this room without a hard-on at this point. He was having a hard time hiding his. Michael continued rubbing her pussy, but he let go of her dress and let it fall, covering her pussy and his hand from view. He moved his hand up and, of course, used it to enjoy her breasts, massaging them each in turn. She threw her head back and moaned deeply.

As Michael walked away, John considered who to send up next. There were five left, two of whom had not been present for their last event. Both men had a conflict but after hearing about how things had gone the year before, they made a point of attending this time. Jerry, who had actually been here last year, had actually rescheduled a surgery he had been scheduled to perform so as not to miss this.

"Jerry, you're up," John said, feeling it necessary to reward that kind of dedication. Jerry's wife had openly mocked the men when they'd hosted, though they all seemed to enjoy it. John had gotten into it with the rest of them, spanking her with his full strength both over her dress and on her bare skin, and the hard fingering he gave her ass had been really hot for both of them.

A large man, Jerry nonetheless bounded from his seat up to Leigh. As he had the last time they'd hosted, Jerry went directly for Leigh's ass; given his own wife's figure, that was perhaps unsurprising. Jerry massaged it, almost lovingly, sliding his hand over the top near her lower back, then down underneath at her upper thigh, then in-between, covering the whole of both cheeks. Leigh moaned. He lifted up her dress and ran his fingers along, then just under, her panty line, which elicited another moan. He pulled it back and let it snap back into place with a crack. "Oooo," Leigh said sexily. "I like that."

Next, John selected Alan, another of the founding members. Alan had hosted the month after their first time, and John had been disappointed with his wife. She was an older woman with bleached blonde hair who'd had extensive, relatively poorly-performed, plastic surgery all over, and she was not an attractive woman anymore. Though she'd been very into it, her dirty talking was awkward and forced, and it added little. Only 5 other members had attended that event, the lowest turnout he'd seen. That compared to this, where every eligible man was in his seat.

Alan walked calmly to Leigh and did much the same as he had done the last time they'd hosted; he went directly for her breasts, followed by her ass, massaging and kneading each in turn. Leigh moaned, but it seemed almost polite more than genuine. At this point last time, she'd told him after, she was already eager to move onto the next round, and he could see it in her face. Where before there was fire and nervousness, now there was a touch of boredom. Oh how quickly perspective changes, John thought. Who would have thought the idea of strangers groping her while she was blindfolded could seem pedestrian?

After Alan came Kevin, another relatively senior member of the group. Kevin was married to a short, Asian woman with large breasts. John's time with her was another first for him, and he had a better appreciation afterwards for why Asian women are so popular, though he'd never felt that pull himself. She'd worn a low-cut dress that showed a lot of cleavage, and even during the clothed round, John had enjoyed touching her. He felt large and powerful next to her small frame, and he'd delighted in the delicate sounds she made as he'd played with her tight pussy, which she clearly enjoyed.

Kevin's turn was, again, nothing special. He'd been one of the members who'd missed their last session, and he seemed just happy to be able to touch Leigh. He was gentle with her as he explored her whole body, spending little time in each place, her ass being an exception; there he spent several minutes. Leigh's ass was clearly one of her main draws to a group of men whose wives for the most part were, as white women tend to be, somewhat flat in the back.

Next came Rick, the last of the remaining founding members (the fourth had divorced his wife soon after the group began and had not remarried, so he was no long active). Rick was an extremely wealthy man, and his wife was an extremely ostentatious woman; during their event, she had worn elaborate jewelry and an expensive dress, covering bedazzled lingerie and a body which clearly received frequent, fancy, spa treatments. Her skin was blemish- and wrinkle-free despite her age, and her pussy had been the smoothest John had ever felt. As far as personality went, however, she had been relatively boring, and her event had not been as good as it could have been.




Boys' Club Ch. 02



Rick had been one of Leigh's favorites the last time around, as he was with all the women, it seemed. He had strong hands and knew how to use them, as he himself said. He walked up to Leigh and began with his hands on her hips, sliding them up and down her side, from her mid-thigh to her armpits, slowly and smoothly caressing her. He'd then spent some time doing the same along her back, beginning with her ass and moving up over her lower back along her spine to her shoulder blades and then back down. She'd shivered in pleasure and moaned deeply. "I remember you," she'd said warmly. "Welcome back." She smiled and John noticed more than a few jealous looks on the other men's faces.

"Greg, last but not least," John said with a smile as Rick returned to his seat. Greg had become one of John's good friends from the group, and they'd hung out multiple times outside of the events, something they both had to come up with a way to explain to their wives, though they fortunately had a tangential connection through mutual friends, so it hadn't been a lie.

Greg and his wife were both young, similarly new members to the group, and she had relatively large and firm, perky breasts. They'd taken a brief break from the group after they had their first child, and had returned for their first time back just three months before John and Leigh were asked to join. Greg told him afterwards that his wife had been nervous about returning, self-conscious of not losing all the baby-weight, but John had not had any reason to complain. Her casual dress when they'd hosted gave way to impressive cleavage over a red bra and matching panties, and when naked, her curves and clean-shaven pussy were quite a sight. She didn't get as into it as the others, but she had quite enjoyed the "fingers on each side, rub the clit in-between" trick that Leigh had taught him, and Greg had apparently begun using it himself with great success.

Greg took his turn with gusto, and Leigh responded in kind. He started off with a light spank, followed by firmly grasping her breasts from behind and kneading them between his fingers. Next he ran his fingers through her hair, something John had once mentioned she enjoyed, and which earned him a loud, deep moan of approval. He'd then moved his hands down over her shoulders, over her arms, down to her hands, which he moved around to between her legs, intertwining his fingers with hers and rubbing her pussy along with her. She'd thrown her head back at this and said "Oh, fuck...that's excellent. What a way to get me ready for the next round." He gave her a parting slap on the ass as he walked back to his chair.

John walked over to Leigh and gave her hand a light squeeze. She squeezed back and whispered so that only he could hear "finally, I can't wait to get naked." He smiled. He was going to have to be careful now, his own lust was building, too. There was still a long ways to go before he would be able to have his way with her, and he was already having trouble controlling himself. Last time the nervous energy had helped keep the desire in check, but now he felt calm and practiced, and he worried that it might get the best of him. Keep it cool, he thought. Keep it cool.

He placed his hands on her hips for a brief moment and took a deep breath. She took a breath with him and he could feel her relax and sigh at his touch. He ran his hand up her lower back and, taking the zipper of her dress in between his fingers, pulled it down. He watched as he revealed the skin of her back and just the very top hint of her black panties. He then slid his hand back up over her spine and she shuddered at his touch. When he reached her neck, he ran his hands under her dress and over her shoulders, sliding her dress forward and off. It fell to the ground around her feet.

From behind, he could see not just Leigh's bare back and shoulders but also the assembled group. Every eye was locked on her and the mouths of both men who had missed the last session, and three who had seen her before, were open. One man licked his lips in anticipation. Another shook his head, almost in disbelief at the sight. But there was still more to come.

John felt Leigh's body tense up when the cool air first hit her, but he rested his hands on her shoulders for a few seconds in an attempt to calm her. It didn't seem to work, but it was hard to tell. He felt her muscles quivering in anticipation and he decided it was best not to tarry. He unclasped her bra and, as he had with her dress, slid if off her shoulders, revealing her breasts.

Again, he saw men's eyes go wide with disbelief and awe. He smiled, knowing exactly how they felt. He would always remember the first time he saw her breasts, how he had been momentarily speechless, how he had slowly, almost without conscious thought, reached up to touch them, not to grope them, really, but just to feel them, to know that his eyes were not deceiving them. As they would soon find out for themselves, the truth was even better than it seemed.

He quickly slid his hands down Leigh side and grasped the waistline of her panties. He pulled them down without hesitation. She slowly stepped out of them, fully revealed to the assembled group. John heard men whispering to each other as he collected her clothes from the floor, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He only understood snippets, things like "amazing" and "incredible" and "jealous."

As John told her constantly, Leigh had an amazingly sexy body, everything a woman should be. Her curves were graceful and inviting, her soft, supple, light brown skin almost glowed and her wavy dark brown hair fell gracefully over her shoulders and back. Her C-cup breasts were firm and her nipples already hard. Underneath them, her flat stomach led to the small "landing strip" patch of pubic hair over the inviting lips of her pussy. As John looked at it, he imagined getting on his knees to bury his face in it and he involuntarily licked his lips with desire.

She stood upright and proud as the men drank her in. Her straight spine led directly into the rise of her substantial and gorgeous ass, which John and all the other men couldn't take their eyes off. It was like a delicious fruit waiting to be admired, plucked, and eaten, or in this case, caressed, kneaded, and spanked.

The silence in the room lasted for almost a minute. Leigh smiled and said "well, what are we waiting for? Who gets me first?"

The men laughed. John hesitated for a moment, trying to decide on the order for the second round. There was no need for it to be the same as before, and it seemed pointless to again ask for volunteers. A few of the men tried to catch his eye, but most were still staring intently at Leigh's naked body in front of them. More than a few pursed their lips, and legs were openly shaking in anticipation.

"Oh, do you want a show first?" Leigh said when John still had not picked someone after a few more seconds. "Well, that we can certainly oblige!"

She struck a Vana White pose, one knee bent, her body twisted slightly to the side, one hand on her hip and the other in the air. She then shifted legs and turned the other way. This earned her another laugh. She moved her hands to her breasts, sliding them across her chest as if showing the men what they'd won. She cupped them and lifted them slightly, then allowed them to fall. She repeated this again. John and the other men were mesmerized, she had complete control over all of them.

"That's right!" she said, as if having a realization. "At least one of you seemed to want to see them bounce earlier." She bobbed up and down at the knee, her breasts bouncing seductively on her chest. David, the man whose first turn she was referring to, let out some kind of half yell, half cheer, something John had never witnessed at one of these events before, but none of the other men protested. They were transfixed with her bouncing breasts, unable to think of anything else.

After a few bounces, Leigh stopped, pausing for a seconds for her breasts to fall still along with her. "You know," she said, her voice a mixture of sexy and gameshow host. "I'm more than just a nice pair of tits. There's all sorts of other parts of me to explore during your turn. So don't miss out on my other curves," she ran her hands seductively down her sides, over her hips to her upper thighs, then back up. "Or my tight, wet, warm pussy." She spread her legs slightly and ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy, spreading them slightly to show the men just a touch of the soft pink treasure inside. At least one man openly moaned, and several others breathed in deeply. John himself was now almost fully consumed by lust, and a part of him began worrying that, if she kept up like this, he might not be able to control the men during the next round.

But Leigh had even more in store for them. "Oops," she said playfully, her hand retreating upwards. "It's not my turn to play with myself quite yet. You boys get a chance to have your way with me first, then you get to watch me." She smiled big and there were a few chuckles from the men, but for the most part they remained fixed in place, unblinking, some barely breathing.

"But wait, there's more!" she said, turning around. "Being a good Hispanic girl, I've got a nice, big, juicy ass for you to play with, too." She reached back and slapped herself on her right ass cheek, then she again bobbed at the knee, her ass bouncing deliciously. What she did next was only barely short of sending John over the top. She bent at the waist almost 90 degrees, showing the men her ass at its fullest and just a hint of her pussy lips between her legs. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, revealing her asshole to the whole group.

"You boys like what you see?" No one said a word, all of them stunned speechless by the womanly perfection before them. John had to literally bite his lip and clench his fists to keep from running up there and taking her right then. His cock throbbed against his jeans and he unconsciously shifted uncomfortably, as he had heard many of the men doing throughout the night. No man had ever openly masturbated at one of these sessions before, but he was sure there were many in the room who were almost at the point where they wouldn't be able to stop themselves.

Leigh stood upright and turned to face the men, her breasts bouncing slightly from the unhindered movement, a smile on her face. "I'll take your silence as a yes." She laughed softly, sweetly. "Because I KNOW it's not boredom or disinterest." A few of the men managed a laugh at this, recovering themselves enough to know that they had to give SOME response.

John had never seen this level of back-and-forth between the hostess and the audience. He wondered if it might soon cross the level of what was allowed, but he continued to allow it, both because it ran no risk of revealing anyone's identity, and because there was probably nothing he could do to stop it. Plus, he knew that everyone, Leigh especially, was enjoying it, and he had no intention of robbing her of the appreciation and recognition she so deserved.

"Brian, why don't you go first." John said softly, himself only having barely recovered the power of speech after Leigh's show. He rationalized the decision by saying he was showing deference for a founding member, but really it was just the first name to pop into his head as it somewhat cleared from the clouds of desire.

Brian stood slowly at first, and then moved quickly to Leigh's side and reached for her breasts. When his hands first touched her bare skin, his fingers grazing over her nipples on the way to grasp at her whole breast, she almost jumped, biting her lip and moaning in pleasure. "There we go," she said softly. "Finally." He massaged her breasts firmly for a while and she moaned with each squeeze. Then he took her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and rubbed them gently, which elicited a soft "oooo" from Leigh. He tugged on them a bit too hard for her and she said "Hold on, there...they've got to stay attached to me for the rest of the group." The men laughed. Brian gave them one final squeeze before turning and walking back to his seat with a big smile on his face.

"Nathan," John said, "you're up." Nathan stood and took a deep breath before walking up to Leigh. He walked all the way around her without touching her body before stopping behind her and placing his hands under her ass. He grasped at it with his fingers, sliding them over the cheeks and into her ass crack. She yelped as the tip of his finger darted over her asshole.

He ran his hands back over the whole of her ass, up to her lower back, which he caressed softly, prompting a deep moan from Leigh. He moved his hands around to her stomach and up to her breasts, which he cupped from behind and massaged, rubbing her nipples between his fingers. Leigh licked her lips and moaned at that, leaning forward slightly and pressing her breasts harder into his hands. He released her breasts, sliding his hands up over her shoulders and down her arms back to her ass, which he gave a playful spank to end his turn.

As Nathan walked back to his seat, John said "ok, Kevin, go ahead." As Kevin had missed their last event, this would be his first time touching Leigh's naked flesh. He seemed nervous, intimidated by the female beauty before him. He hesitated when he reached her, seemingly not knowing what to do first. As Nathan had, he walked all the way around her before touching her, but unlike the previous round, he did not immediately reach for her when he stopped. Instead he stood for a few seconds, simply staring.

"I'm not a painting, you know," Leigh said playfully. "There's no 'please don't touch' sign." Another laugh. Kevin reached out and ran his hand over her collarbone, tracing it as it passed across her chest. Leigh made an almost surprised moan and said "that feels nice..." He slid that hand down slightly and touched her breasts, taking each one in his hand and gently massaging it. Leigh moaned again, and Kevin grew more bold, placing his other hand on her upper thigh and sliding his fingers towards her pussy. This time Leigh's moan was deeper, more confident. "Finally," she said, spreading her legs slightly to give him access.

He took the invitation with gusto, running his finger over her pussy lips to her delight. He then slid his finger between her lips and over her clit, which got him a light gasp as Leigh said "I don't think your finger is wet enough for that yet." He pulled his hand back. "But that doesn't mean you should stop what you were doing before..." she said playfully. He returned his hand to its place between her legs. "Just rub the lips," she said softly, in an almost nurturing tone. He did as he was told and she rewarded him with a deep, satisfied moan and a soft "that's excellent, thank you."

Before ending his turn, Kevin took advantage of his chance to enjoy her ass, reaching around behind her and grasping it fully with both hands. She laughed softly at that, and said "well, you're all over the map, aren't you! You must not have been here before, you need to get it all in now."

John called on Tom next. The last time around, Tom had spent most of his time on Leigh's ass, and he was not surprised that he went straight there again. Being married to such a thin woman with no curves, it was unsurprising that Tom used these times as a chance to enjoy a real woman. Other members had nice breasts, too, but Leigh was the only one with the kind of ass that every man, on some level, lusts after. It's simple biology, as much as every skinny woman and their husband can try to deny it.

Tom spent his whole turn alternating between massaging and slapping Leigh's ass. She moaned with each rub and yelped in pleasure with each spank. Tom beamed as he touched her soft light brown skin, licking and biting his lips frequently. "Harder," Leigh said at one point, and Tom obliged. He was now spanking her with gusto now and he continued on like that for a while, having a blast. John didn't imagine Tom's wife, with her thin frame, could handle much more than a symbolic spank, so this was an important service Leigh was (happily) providing him. He ended his turn with a gentle rub over the entirety of her ass that elicited a deep, satisfied moan from Leigh.

Michael went next, a look of sheer glee on his face. He wasted no time and went immediately for her pussy with one hand and her breast with the other. Leigh gasped in surprise and then moaned at his touch. He was biting his lip, the glee replaced with intense focus. He rubbed her pussy vigorously while he firmly grasped her breast. "Easy, easy" she said, discomfort on her face. He withdrew his hand. "Well that doesn't mean stop," she said playfully. "Go ahead and put it back." He did as he was told.

"Now," she said. "You can do it hard, but you can't just dive right in. You've got to warm me up!" She smiled. "Start slow, then build." She moaned as he did it, and soon he was rubbing her as hard as he had before, but now she was loving it. She was moaning loudly and grinding herself against him. "Yes, yes, fuck." She was breathing heavily. "I'm so fucking wet," she said with a deep moan.

Michael headed back to his seat with that same smile on his face as he'd had before. "Greg," John said with a smirk. "Don't worry, I'm not making you go last again."

Greg bounded up to Leigh. He and Michael were the only two to have ever spent time with Leigh outside the events, and while that made Michael more cautious, it made Greg more ambitious. As with his first turn, he jumped right in, lightly spanking Leigh's bare ass and running his hands up her sides and over her stomach. He put his hand on her pubic bone, laying his fingers over the lips of her pussy. His other hand was still cupping and massaging the bottom of her ass, his fingers darting between her cheeks to graze her asshole. Leigh moaned playfully. But more was to come.

Greg slid his fingers into place on either side of her clit and began rubbing it just as John had told him she loved. She gasped and her knees buckled slightly. "Oh, shit!" she gasped. "Woah, woah! Copyright infringement!" this prompted a laugh from the whole group, not least from Greg himself. Leigh moaned deeply as he rubbed her, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her hands moved up and cupped one of her own breasts, massaging it in time with Greg's rubs. John moaned softly at that, though he didn't think any of the other men heard him, their minds were so intensely focused on the show before them.

John allowed Jerry to take his turn next, since he was awkwardly shifting in his seat and, with each switch, staring longingly at John, trying desperately to meet his eye. Like most of the others before him, Jerry raced up to his position next to Leigh. As he had in both his first round and at the first event, he went straight for her ass. Now uncovered, Jerry again ran his hands along the whole of its soft, beautiful form several times. Leigh moaned softly.

He placed his hand on her back and pushed her slightly forward, bending over. The men in front of her seemed to enjoy their view of her breasts hanging delicately over off her chest, and he certainly enjoyed his view of her ass jutting out towards him. He crouched down so her ass was now at his eye-level, something he'd done last time as well, but which John had never seen anyone (including Jerry) do at another event. Clearly this is a man in love with my wife's ass, he thought with a smile.

Jerry placed his hands on Leigh's thighs and, working their way upwards, brushed against her pussy on their way back up to her ass. Leigh gasped at this and John saw her bite her lip and smile. When he reached her ass again, Jerry took Leigh's hands and placed them on her ass cheeks. Leigh knew what was expected of her from last time and, without prompting, pulled them apart, exposing her asshole.




Boys' Club Ch. 02



Jerry licked his lips and, like last time, John thought he was about to break the rules on only using your hands. In his position, John wasn't sure he'd be able to resist burying his face between Leigh's cheeks and vigorously tonguing her delicious asshole. But Jerry's willpower proved strong enough and he did no such thing. He didn't, however, playfully explore her ass with his finger like last time, instead going straight for the good part. He pressed his thumb hard on her asshole, which prompted Leigh to gasp with pleasure. He then rested his fingers between her legs over her pussy and rub both at the same time. Leigh moaned deeply and said "fuck, yes, two holes at once, I love it." Several men again shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Jerry then stood and walked back to his seat.

"Alan, you're up," John said next. Alan's turn was nothing special, though Leigh of course still enjoyed it. Alan spent most of his time on Leigh's breasts, playing with her nipples and massaging the whole of her breasts. Leigh moaned playfully and asked "this feels nice and all, but isn't there anything else you'd like to do to me? You won't have me again for another year, you know." Alan shifted one hand to touching her pussy, but his heart clearly wasn't in it. What he wanted was her tits, and that's what he got. Who could blame him? John thought. His wife's breasts were amazing, after all.

After Alan came David, who again made up for his lackluster performance last year. He ran his finger along her side again, which elicited the same squirm as it had in the clothed round. "Hey!" Leigh exclaimed. "Well, I guess you can't really ASK me to make them bounce, but still." She smiled and obliged, gently shaking her chest side to side and up and down. Her breasts bounced and bobbed rhythmically, mesmerizingly. David bit his lip and reached out, stopping them mid swing and holding them firmly. Leigh moaned at being taken so forcefully. David's interest in her breasts satisfied, or at least satisfied to the point where other interests were stronger, shifted around to her side. He placed his hand on her back and bent her over again, which prompted Leigh to say "ooo, am I going to get spanked now? You boys haven't been doing your job on the spanking."

David made up for lost time. He slapped her ass firmly and Leigh cried out in pleasure. "Harder!" she said. "Give it to me!" David did so, slamming his palm down onto each of her ass cheeks in turn. With each spank, Leigh yelped and her breasts bounced forward and back. Her mouth was open, formed in a shape of some gorgeous mix of pleasure and pain, which made John, and he was sure others in the group, want to stick his hard cock between her lips.

When David was done, Leigh tenderly stood up all the way again and smoothed her hair down. "Woah," she said, to David, to the group, to John. "I really needed that. Thank you." She moaned.

"And to close things out, Rick, go ahead." John had saved Rick's turn for last again because he knew that he was one of Leigh's favorites, and better to move to the next round with her at the height of arousal.

As he walked up to her, Leigh said, "And, last but not least...I hope you're going to end things on a high note for me? Send me to that chair just about ready to cum. I love rubbing my pussy when it's wet with anticipation." He did not disappoint.

He stood behind her and placed his hands on her hips. He slid his fingers along her skin, almost clenching and unclenching his fists. His fingertips brushed over her hips, his palms remaining in place, so that when they were extended, he was holding her firmly, and when they were retracted, she felt the pressure of his knuckles on her along with the pressure of the heel of his palm. Leigh moaned happily and said "oh, it's you...welcome back."

As he had last time, he moved his hands around to the small of her back, which he again pressed firmly. Leigh loved being touched there, and she moaned again. He repeated the same motion for a few moments before sliding his hands upwards along her spine, continuing the same thing with his hands as he went. She shivered at that, her lips curling into a smile and her breasts bobbing slightly with the motion.

When he reached the base of her neck, his hands parted, one going over each shoulder, his fingers wrapping around her throat. Last year when he had done this, John had almost stepped in to stop it, but Leigh's moan and soft "fuck, yes" had held him back. Later, when she told him how much she had loved that feeling of being controlled so completely, jealousy had burned in him, but he was not about to deny her what she enjoyed. She was doing so much for him, after all; he wanted her to get as much out of it as humanly possible.

As last time, Leigh moaned deeply, passionately when he held her by her neck, breathing heavily and licking her lips. "You want me so fucking bad, don't you?" she whispered, though again it was unclear whether she was speaking to the group, to Rick, or to John. Perhaps all of the above, since it was certainly true for all of them. Rick broke his grip on her and moved his hands down to her breasts, taking them firmly in his palms and squeezing. She gasped at his touch, though he did not remain there long. Instead he moved back down over her sides to her hips, running his fingers back and forth once more before removing them and returning to his seat.

John did not move for a few seconds even after Rick returned to his seat. He could not move, his mind was so fully focused on his wife's naked body. She was standing almost perfectly still, the only movement her deep breathing and an involuntary trembling throughout her body. He watched her breasts rise and fall as she breathed, unable to look away or think of anything but how much he wanted her. None of the men said anything about his delay, probably since they were all similarly transfixed.

But John did eventually break Leigh's spell over him and he walked over to her, bringing with him her chair. He set it down next to her and placed his hand on her shoulder to guide her to it. When their skin touched, it felt like a bolt of lightning had shot through his whole body. He barely suppressed a gasp, and it was all he could do to keep from touching her breasts, which he could not stop staring at. He maneuvered her into her chair, his cock throbbing against the fabric of his jeans, his mind pounding with desire. He took a deep breath and stepped back, closing his eyes for a moment and steadying himself. Keep it together, John, he thought. You can have her soon. She'll be all yours again in a few minutes. Just hang on.

He had regained some semblance of calm, but he quickly lost it again and had to bite his lip to keep from jumping on her. Because right as he opened his eyes, he watched as she slowly, seductively, spread her legs, fully revealing her pussy to the group. She took her time licking her lips, and then licking her fingers. She took each of her 5 fingers on right hand into her mouth and sucked them, moaning as she did. With her other hand, she caressed her left breast, massaging it, lifting it and letting it fall. One man, John did not know who because he was so intensely focused on his wife, softly said "holy shit." There was a murmur of agreement. None of them had ever seen anything quite like this.

After she'd finished wetting her fingers she moved her hand down over her neck, arching her back and sticking her breasts into the air as her hand passed between them. She relaxed her body when her hand crossed over her stomach, and when she reached her pubic hair, she stopped. She playfully curled it around her fingers, smiling. "Are you boys ready?" she asked. "I know I am. God, I can't wait to cum for you."

John heard several of the men sigh loudly. He was about to lose control, and he was sure others were on the edge as well. If one made a move for her, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop them, he might just join them. This could turn from a show to a gangbang quickly, and he wasn't sure anyone would protest, Leigh included. As horrible as it might sound, she was begging for it.

She slowly moved her hand down over her pussy, spreading its lips and showing the men her clit and inner folds. She ran her fingers over the whole of it, moaning deeply as she did. John imagined sliding his cock into her open, wet, eager pussy. He wanted her so badly. He knew the other men did as well.

She was now rubbing her clit, her fingers perched on either side of it, pressing inwards through the skin of her pussy lips. She moaned deeply. He watched her face alternate between smiling and a look of intensity. "Oh, fuck," she said softly. Her moans were growing louder. She alternated between saying "oh God" and just moaning, deeply, loudly moaning.

Her body was shaking now, her breathing heavy. He could see she was getting close, but he didn't know if lightning would strike twice and she would be able to finish without the help of her vibrator. He walked over to the counter where he had it, but not ever taking his eyes off her. He followed every move of her fingers on her clit and every grasp of her other hand on her breast, alternating between the left and the right. Her hair was moving back and forth as her head rocked back and forth. She laughed softly in absolute ecstasy and softly murmured 'holy shit."

He offered her the vibrator as they'd planned, placing the back end of it on her left hand, the one not on her pussy. She took it and said, "Ooo, thanks, babe." She turned to the group. "Here it comes, guys." She turned it on and immediately placed it on her clit. She gasped again as it touched her skin. "Fuck," she said softly. "Fuck!" This time it was louder and more intense.

The shaking had taken over. Her feet were sliding across the floor, her legs still splayed out. John couldn't even see the other men, his vision so intensely locked on Leigh's body. His mouth was watering with lust. He wanted that pussy so badly. He barely even noticed her breasts bouncing with her body's movements, and that was literally the first time that had happened since they met.

Suddenly, her back arched, thrusting her breasts upwards into the air. Her face pointed towards the ceiling, her mouth wide open, but no sound emerged. For a few seconds, nothing happened. She was stock still, completely silent, her body locked in the same position. Then, suddenly, it started.

"OH MY GOD," she shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming! I'mcummingI'mcummingI'mcumming!" Her whole body was shaking intensely, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of her hips and arch of her back, her hair flying. Her words devolved into random syllables punctuated by moans. John held his breath, his eyes wide, drinking in his wife's mind-blowing orgasm.

Her body relaxed as her orgasm died down. She whimpered softly. "Wow," she said. "Wow."

None of the men stood to leave, as they normally did after the woman came. They all just sat there in silence. Some had their eyes closed, probably trying to control themselves. The rest were staring at Leigh's body, still twitching from the aftershocks of the orgasm.

"Wow is right," Michael said, breaking the silence. Another man grunted in agreement.

"That was...fucking incredible," Jerry said. More agreement.

John, too, was still staring at her body. His eyes were wide, his heart was pounding. His cock was throbbing, as was his head. His hands were twitching, clenching into a fist and unclenching. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Thanks for coming, everyone," John said softly. All the men remained seated, none moving. He hesitated. This had never happened before. "Everyone can have a few more seconds to look, but then I'm going to need some time for myself."

There were a few who laughed softly, but for the most part, the men stayed still and silent. Rick was the first to stand.

"Alright, guys," he said. "I think we've all had enough, at least for this time." He turned to John. "We'll all be eagerly awaiting next year," he said with a smile.

The other men stood and headed for the door. John led them there, his hands still shaking. Get out of my house so I can fuck my wife, he thought. Out, all of you! He stood at the door and shook each man's hand as they walked out. They nodded and smiled, each thanking him genuinely for the evening. There was real gratitude in their voices, and if John's heart was not pounding in his chest, his mind racing, his cock throbbing, he might have tarried and soaked-in their jealousy and his pride. He smiled back, trying hard to keep his cool.

As the door closed and John heard the men walking down to the street, he turned and raced back up the stairs to the living room. When he reached the top, he saw that Leigh was no longer sitting on the chair as she had been. She had moved to the couch, where she was bent over the arm, her ass in the air, her wet, recently-orgasming pussy exposed, open, and ready for him. His pants were half off before he even got to the couch, and hit the floor the minute he reached her.

Neither he nor his lovely, naked wife said a word as he wet the head of his throbbing, rock-hard cock with saliva he spat onto his fingers. He grasped her hips firmly and positioned himself with his cock at the opening of her pussy and leaned forward, sliding inside her. She gasped in surprise, not that he was entering her, but in the way that she always did when she was so forcefully reminded of how large his cock was. He loved not only the feeling of the warmth, wetness, and tightness of her pussy, but also that power and ego-boost that came with her being taken aback by his size. He moaned as his muscles relaxed, the much-needed and much-anticipated release of finally getting what he had been lusting after all evening.

But that feeling didn't last long. Quickly, almost without any conscious thought, he began sliding his cock back and forth, in and out. Leigh moaned deeply and placed her hands on the couch to steady herself, her whole body rocking back and forth with each thrust. "Holy shit I needed this," she said breathlessly. "Fuccccck."

He began thrusting harder, his passion getting the better of him. "Me too, babe," he said. "You are so fucking hot. I've wanted you all night. Your body is so god-damned amazing and you are so incredibly sexy." His fingers dug into her hips.

Leigh yelped softly and moaned, though there was pain creeping into her voice. "My GOD you're hard!" she said. She tried pulling away slightly. "Too hard, John, too hard," she said.

He tried to go easier on her. "Sorry," he said. "I just want you so bad!" He took a deep breath and consciously went slower, his thrusts not as deep. He tried thinking about something else to calm himself down, but his thoughts kept going back to the evening they'd just had. He thought about her naked body standing there, on display for all of them to see. He thought about her bent over, spreading her cheeks and showing them everything. He thought of her furiously rubbing her pussy, her legs spread and her breast in her hand. He thought of her stock-still, her back arched, her breasts in the air.

He couldn't control himself, he couldn't stop. He began thrusting hard and fast again. Leigh cried out, "John, ow! I can't, I can't take it!"

"Please, baby," he pleaded. "Please, you can take it. I need this, I need you. Please." He knew there was no way he was going to stop now.

He saw she was gritting her teeth, she gasped as he slammed into her again and she yelled "Oh, God, this is so fucking good. It hurts, but it's so fucking good!"

He was wailing on her now, his fingers squeezing her hips at full strength. His pelvis pounded into her ass with each thrust, his balls slapping against her clit and his cock banging on her cervix. "Oh, God," he said, feeling his body beginning to shake from the exertion. His muscles ached, but he wasn't going to stop for anything. "Holy fuck. You're so wet. And your pussy is so good, Leigh." He looked down at her, the curve of her hips, the side of her breasts, which were pressed firmly against the couch cushion, her hair everywhere, her hands desperately gripping at something, anything, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and euphoria. "You are so incredibly sexy," he said breathlessly.

He felt Leigh's pussy begin to tighten. She's going to cum again, he thought, smiling. Fuck I love making her cum. He redoubled his efforts, fucking her with force and speed he didn't know possible. Their sweaty bodies slapped against one another, and their moans mixed to form a cacophony of erotic pleasure. All the tension and anticipation of the evening was flowing out through him as he wailed away on his wife's tight, tender, eager pussy.

Leigh threw her head back suddenly, looking directly forward. Her back arched and she lifted herself up slightly with her arms. "FUUUCCCKK," she screamed at the top of her lungs. "I'mcummingI'mcummingI'mcumming" John did not skip a beat, he continued fucking her, knowing that he was on the edge of his own orgasm, and also that his thrusts were only adding onto Leigh's.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked her as he thrust deep inside her pussy. "Who do you belong to?"

"John! I belong to John! I'm all his! Every inch of my body, every hole is his!" she screamed, still cumming.

That sent him over the edge. All his muscled clenched and he slammed his cock as deep inside her as it would go. His balls flexed and he shot his load inside her pussy. As he filled her with his cum, he shouted, "Holy shit, Leigh, I'm cumming!"

"Fill me up!" she yelled, her orgasm only now beginning to subside! "Fill me up with your cum. I want all of it. Give it to me, I've earned it."

He saw stars, his whole body was shaking. He had no control over his muscles, they operated on auto-pilot. He didn't know whether he was still thrusting or was standing still. His brain was experiencing sensory overload, and he couldn't think of anything other than the pleasure he'd just felt.

He gradually regained control over his body. He was propped up with his arms on Leigh's back, supporting his weight, panting hard. His cock was still half-hard inside her, and his occasional muscle spasms were met with sensual moans from Leigh. He lifted himself up onto his feet and sighed. "You're amazing," he said softly to her.

She laughed and sighed. "You did all the work."

"Hardly," he said, running his hand along her spine. "What an amazing view."

He smiled and she turned her head, looking at him in her peripheral vision, smiling back.

"I love you, John," she said softly.

"I love you, honey," he said, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.

I am the luckiest man in the world, he thought and smiled.

He pulled out of her, which caused Leigh to gasp lightly. "How are you still hard??" she asked, aghast.

He just laughed and laid down on the couch next to her, pulling her onto his chest. She moaned happily as she closed her eyes and snuggled into his embrace. "I love laying on your chest, satisfied and full of your cum," she said. "I am so yours."  

"And I'm yours," he said.

Truer words were never spoken.



Boys' Club



"Having fun?" she asked. "You're not allowed to answer me, but I can talk to you. I think I kinda like that."

She felt him move around front and place his hands on her breasts. She felt his fingers through the thin fabric of the dress, felt his palms pushing against the padding of her bra. She couldn't help but moan softly, it felt quite nice. He quickly moved down and put his hands on her thighs, moving them up under her dress. She breathed in quickly, her heart suddenly pounding. By the time his hands reached her pussy, his fingers wrapping along her lips while his palm cupped her pubic bone, she was already wet.

"Ok, ok," she said. "I think we're good on round one."

John pulled back his hands and moved around behind her. He ran his hands up her arms to the back of her neck. He unzipped her dress in one motion, then slid his hands underneath it and pushed it off her shoulders. It fell to the ground. She stepped out of it, feeling cold air on her skin. John reached up and unhooked her bra, again sliding it off her shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor.

This will be the moment, she thought. The moment when I am first exposed. When the number of men who have seen my breasts triples. She didn't have time to ponder that, because John had already slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties and begun pulling them down. She didn't move as he lowered them, only slowly stepping out of them when they reached the floor.

She was now completely naked other than her blindfold and her earplugs. John walked away to simulate himself leaving and then returned, this time "as a stranger". And when he touched her skin for the first time after that, he almost did feel like a stranger. His hands felt different, his pace and pressure all wrong. She wanted to tell him to stop, to go back to the way it was before, but she stopped herself; this is what it will be like, she thought. Keep it together, Leigh. It'll be worth it.

He moved his hands over her skin, grazing her breasts and her shoulders. He pinched her nipples, harder than he knew she preferred. "Gentle," she said, realizing this, too, was for practice. "Go easy on them." He did as she asked, and gently massaged them. This, too, elicited a moan, almost against her will.

Having taught her that lesson, he slid his hand down her stomach and cupped her pussy. She gasped as his fingers touched her, a bolt of erotic electricity shooting down her spine. He rubbed her clit, making her moan deeply. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, and instead kept her arms to her sides, her legs still. They can touch, but you can't. You can talk, but they can't.

Suddenly, and without warning, John removed his hand from her pussy. "Wait, wait," she said. "Don't stop..."but he didn't listen. He quickly moved behind her and placed his hands on her ass. He'd told her that he suspected her ass would get a lot of attention tonight, especially since the only two events he'd been to had featured women who basically had none. He massaged it and rubbed it for a few seconds before playfully darting his finger between her cheeks. She moaned. "Don't tease me," she said. "If you want to play with it, play with it."

She felt pressure on her back as she was pushed slightly forward and she complied. John pulled apart her ass cheeks and firmly pressed his thumb on her asshole. She moaned deeply with pleasure.

He pulled his hand away and walked away. He returned with a chair, which he placed behind her. She sat down and spread her legs. This is going to be another big hurdle, she thought. Though as this point, they all will have touched it, not sure why showing it to them should be hard...

John took off the blindfold and Leigh removed the ear plugs.

"What do you think?" he asked her.

She stood up and collected her clothes. "I feel good," she said confidently. Despite her worries, and knowing it would be different in front of the other men, she did not hesitate at any point or feel like she couldn't go on. She knew at every moment what was coming next, and at no point did she think that it was too much for her to handle. "I'm ready," she said with a smile.

She finished getting dressed and the two sat in the living room together, waiting. It was now 6:55, and the knock would be coming very soon. John looked into her eyes and smiled at her, lovingly, softly. She knew how much he cared about her, how much he loved her. and she felt the same for him. She wanted to give him everything, to do anything he wanted, and in this case, that meant doing something a little crazy. But she was ready and she was willing, and when that knock came at 7:00, she stood up and handed him the blindfold. He put it on snugly and, before she put the ear plugs in, whispered "I love you with all of my heart" and kissed her gently on the cheek. Then, in went the ear plugs, and all was silent.

Through her bare feet, Leigh could feel the vibrations of people walking up the stairs. Her heart was pounding and her breath was shallow. This is happening, she thought. She tried to calm herself, thinking about the practices and going over the rules in her head. She had a sense that the men were taking their seats, and she felt John walk past her to his position. He gently took her hand and squeezed it once, presumably trying to reassure her. But the touch just made her more nervous, thinking about the other touching she was about to receive. It's going to be ok, she told herself again and again.

She heard the muffled words of John going over the rules once again. She tried to imagine the room, a row of blank male faces staring at her, their fingers trembling in anticipation of her body. Her body quivered in anticipation itself. She had never lusted after multiple men, never felt the urge to have some kind of group-sex encounter, at least not in the traditional sense. But there was something about the anonymity of this that made it not just acceptable but incredibly arousing. She was about to be used, to give herself and her flesh over to these strangers, and then to let them watch as she exposed herself and her sexuality to them, giving herself over to them completely. She felt her panties getting wet at the thought of the use her body was about to get, and of the orgasm she would soon give herself in front of them.

The muffled words stopped and she felt John take a step away from her. Another presence quickly took his place. She could feel him close, but he had not touched her yet. She listened and felt as he walked around her slowly. She held her breath and did not move.

The first touch caught her off-guard, even though she had of course been waiting for it, if not for the last few weeks, at least the last several minutes. Even though, during their practices, John had tried to pretend to be someone else, the fact was that no man other than her husband had touched her like this in a long time, and it was a whole different level of foreign. His hand had only grazed her side, but as the sensation shot through her, it somehow felt like he had bent her over and taken her by force. She gasped and her body shook. He withdrew his hand quickly, but soon it had returned, this time to her lower back. He held it there firmly, the pressure somehow reassuring her. It felt intimate, almost caring, the way he held her. She let out her breath and relaxed slightly, but only slightly.

His hand slid up her back and she couldn't help herself, a soft, slightly moan escaped her lips. This apparently made the man feel more confident, since his other hand suddenly appeared on her front, softly resting on her stomach. She clenched her muscles, breathing in. He was standing to her left side, she could just barely feel his breath on her cheek. Apparently it was true that your other senses are heightened when one is removed, since she was sure he was no closer to her than many had been on the subway or in an elevator, and yet...

She was jarred from that thought when she felt his hand begin sliding up her front towards her breasts. This is a big moment, she thought. Don't do anything, just stay calm and let it happen. Her whole body trembled when he finally touched them, his palm and fingers wrapping around her left breast, gently squeezing it. Again, she let out a moan, barely audible to the audience, she imagined, but the man touching her surely heard it. He grew bolder, his other hand sliding back down her back to her ass, which he grabbed more forcefully and squeezed.

The man slid his hand further down her ass, grabbing at her dress and pulling it up. He slid his hand underneath it and returned his fingers and palm to where they had been before, just one layer closer. She felt the warmth of his hand now, starkly contrast against the faint chill of the open air on her panties and exposed legs. She moaned again as he massaged her ass and her breast in time.

The man slowly withdrew his hands and took a step back. Leigh was surprised at how quickly that had gone, and even more surprised that she had enjoyed it. She felt almost sad that he was leaving, a feeling which aroused and somewhat upset her. As long as they'd been together, she had always felt that her body was for John and John alone, but deep down she knew that they'd never acted like that. From the first pictures posted online to the stories about their fantasies written for the whole world to read, to their adventures with girls picked up in bars, she and her husband had always been more than willing to give her body to others to fulfill some other sexual desire. This was no different, she reminded herself; as much as she was acting as a toy for the pleasure of these men, they too were acting as a toy for her and John's pleasure. Certainly John's, she'd known, but she was now coming to realize just how much it was for her pleasure as well.

She had not noticed the second man approaching, her brain was so focused on her own musings. But she became suddenly aware of his presence when she again felt footsteps next to her. He was walking around her, enjoying the full view, not touching her. She felt her hair move slightly as he passed behind her and her hackles were again raised. She wondered if every round would feel like this.

As he passed in front of her again, Leigh felt his fingers glide over her breasts. The touch was soft and gentle, barely there. She wondered what kind of pleasure a man could get from that kind of touch, but before she could answer her own question, she felt that same gliding touch over the front of her thighs, leading directly to her pussy. As he grazed her pubic bone, even through her dress and her panties, she felt her whole body shake. Perhaps THAT is the pleasure a man gets, she thought. He can make me squirm and I don't even know his name.

The man's fingers were back down at her thighs, but this time the pressure was greater. She could feel two distinct fingers touching her, sliding her dress upwards, revealing her thigh to the group. When he got about halfway, she realized that his other hand had begun moving between her legs, the side of it grazing against the inside of her other thigh. Her legs were closed, and she knew that he would not make it to his goal without her help.

For a moment, she hesitated. She thought about giving in, letting him have access to the most intimate part of her. But she also felt scared, scared of what these men would think of her, scared of what John would think of her, scared of what she would think of herself. But the more she thought about it, the sillier those fears became. She decided to go all in: she bent her knees slightly and spread her thighs for him, allowing his hand to run all the way up between her legs.

When his hand touched her panties, just a millimeter of fabric away from the heat and wetness of her eager pussy, she almost jumped. Her muscles tightened and she felt a rush of adrenaline course through her. A stranger is touching my pussy, she thought. A man whose name I do not know and whose face I have never seen has his fingers on my vagina. He pressed firmly against her, and pleasure replaced the fear, the sensations rushing through her body. She moaned deeply and the man rewarded her by replacing his fingers with his whole palm. He cupped her pussy and gently massaged it with his hand. She moaned loudly.

As he withdrew his hand and walked away, Leigh felt that same absence, that same withdrawal. Her body relaxed and calmed itself after the rush, and she felt cold and almost bored. She found herself eagerly awaiting the next man's touch, the next rush it would bring.

This man made a full pass around her before he first touched her, and this time, rather than intimate, it felt sort of creepy. The man reached out and stroked her hair. My hair? she thought, her body trembling, but not with pleasure. I know John's a fan, but...my hair? He took a few strands between his fingers and played with them. Leigh suddenly felt even more awkward, standing here in front of these men, expecting to be groped, felt-up, her breasts and ass squeezed and touched, her pussy rubbed and massaged, and instead this man was rubbing her hair.

When the man let go of her hair and returned to walking around her, Leigh found herself wondering if this was a secretly gay man who had somehow snuck into the group or been pressured in by a wife who wanted to be molested. He reached out and brushed his fingers over her cheek, another more-creepy-than-intimate move which set her teeth on edge. This one clearly isn't going to be my favorite, she thought as he moved his hands down to her shoulders, then over her arms and down to her hands. He took her hands and held them, massaging them almost between his fingers. That actually does feel nice, she thought.

When he released her hands and walked away, Leigh felt somewhat confused, but also a little grateful for the break. Her breasts, ass and pussy had now all been groped and prodded by these men, and this had given her a bit of a breather to collect herself. A somewhat creepy break, it was true, but a break nonetheless.

The next man definitely picked up where the first two had let off. He was rough and eager, grabbing her breasts immediately upon walking up to her. After a few moments of squeezing them, he moved around back and smacked her on the ass. It caught her off guard, given how gentle the men had been up to that point, but she liked it. Here is a man who takes what he wants, she thought. He spanked her again, this time on the other cheek, and she yelped in pleasure. She moaned and bit her lip, hoping he would do it again, but he didn't. Instead he put his arms around her and grabbed her breasts from behind, again kneading them with vigor. She moaned. He spanked her one last time before walking away; clearly John had been right about at least one man focusing on her ass.

The next four men were much like the previous ones. They took different amounts of time to get going, but in the end, all focused on groping her in the areas you'd expect. One had spent more time than she'd expected enjoying her back, but otherwise, it was pretty straight-forward: some time admiring, a lot of time molesting. She had enjoyed all of it, the sense of anticipation that came with each man's approach, the rushes of pleasure and lust that came with each new exploration of her body, and finally the pangs of withdrawal as he walked away and she awaited the next rush.

She felt John return to her side. So, she though. Eight men. She didn't know if some had not come or if the group really only had 9 members, but there was comfort in knowing that she was a third of the way through the evening. The hard part's still to come, she reminded herself. Don't get cocky.

She found herself wondering whether this is what all the men she interacted with and saw during the day were secretly wanting. As each man took his turn feeling her up through her clothes, she imagined what it would be like if that was a part of normal life. If when she walked into a meeting, it was customary for the colleague on her left to reach over and grab her breast. In reality, it would get old, but in that moment, having just gone through that half hour of groping, she sort of wished it were true and as exciting as this had just been.

She felt John move around behind her and place his hands on her shoulders. They felt comfortable, familiar, in a way she'd never really understood or appreciated. She felt at home with his hands on her, she felt safe and loved enveloped in his presence. A surreal sense of calm washed over her, knowing that she would be exposed, but that nothing would change. She took a deep breath and sighed as he sweetly kissed the top of her head. She smiled.

John slowly unzipped her dress and, as he had before, slid his hands underneath it and pushed it over and off her shoulders. It fell to the floor, and a rush of cool air hit her body. She felt exposed, but she remained calm. She knew this was only the beginning. Expertly, he unhooked her bra and slid that, too, over and off her shoulders. Her breasts were now open and visible to all the men in front of her. She took another deep breath, trying to stay calm, to maintain that relaxation that John's presence had brought her, but the anxiety was building again. What do they think of me? she wondered. What are they saying to themselves? She wanted to put her clothes back on and start over, do the clothed round again. Suddenly, that seemed safe and non-threatening, the clothes there to hide her and protect her.

But John did not hesitate. As they'd practiced, his hands moved down her sides to the top of her panties, and his thumbs slid underneath the waistband. This is it, she thought. Keep it together, Leigh. He took hold of her panties and pulled firmly, bringing them down mid-thigh in one motion.

Her pussy was exposed for all the men to see. She barely noticed as John brought her panties the rest of the way down, the damage had been done. She felt all 16 eyes fixated on the lips of her pussy and the patch of hair above it, completely forgetting about her breasts. John always said she had a nice pussy, and at least one of the girls from their threesomes had agreed, but this was different. She had no idea what these men thought, and for some reason, in that moment, she cared.

She slowly stepped out of her panties and felt John move around her, gathering her clothes. She stood, completely naked other than the blindfold and the ear plugs, exposed for the group to see. She felt cold and alone, missing John's fading presence. The anxiety took over and her breathing became shallow again. She dreaded the first touch, not remembering that this was exactly how she'd felt just a few minutes before, at a moment she now remembered as carefree and safe.

The footsteps approaching her now felt like drums, echoing in her head. She felt the man's presence from a mile away, not knowing what he would do first upon reaching her. She held her breath as he walked around her, knowing he was staring at her ass, while all the men in front of her were surely staring at her breasts and pussy. She wanted desperately to tear the blindfold off and look back at them, to ask them what they thought. But she couldn't, she knew that.

He passed by in front of her for another pass. She steadied herself and, in a moment of daring that she did not understand even years later, she opened her mouth and said "are you just going to walk around and look at me the whole time? Or are you actually going to reach out and enjoy me?"

The man walking around her stopped. Leigh heard a low, muffled noise that for a few seconds, she could not place. It sounded foreign to her, wrong somehow. But then suddenly she realized it was laughter. She did not know whether it was at her, at the man taking his turn, or simply at the situation unfolding in front of them, but the men's laughter calmed her, relaxed her, reminded her that she had a significant amount of power in this game, and she should not be afraid to take advantage of it.




Boys' Club



She jolted out of her thoughts when she first felt the man's skin against hers. He was touching the underside of her ass with the tips of his fingers, almost lifting it, testing its weight. She smiled, remembering what John had said about the other women not having any ass to speak of. She was glad she could provide such an important service.

The man's hand was now fully on her ass cheek, sliding over it, then over the crack to the other cheek, softly rubbing it. He switched to grabbing it, but after a few moments of that, returned to rubbing.

"I'm more than an ass, you know," she said, using her newfound voice and the confidence it brought to steady herself. "Just because I'm Hispanic doesn't mean I don't have more to offer you gentlemen than an ass to grab."

This brought more laughter and a light, playful spank from the man. "Ooo," she said. "On second thought, you can stay there if you're going to take full advantage." He spanked her again, a little harder this time. She smiled, though she had no idea if he could see it. He spanked her a third time, this time softer than the second. He returned to rubbing her ass, and she decided not to taunt him again. She felt in control now, and there was no need to make him stop something that was, in truth, quite pleasant. His hands were smooth, and his gentle petting was relaxing. If this was what he needed most out of his time with her, she was happy to oblige.

When he walked away, Leigh found herself again confident that she had nothing to fear. She felt powerful and sexy and lusted after. Sure, that man had only wanted one part of her, but there were 7 other men waiting to take full advantage of her body, and she had no doubt that she was going to fully enjoy it.

As the second man approached her, Leigh found herself running through the things she hoped he would do. She certainly enjoyed her ass massage, but there was plenty of her that remained unexplored. Her pussy was unrubbed, her breasts unfondled. Immediately on arriving next to her, his hands immediately ran to her breasts, just as she'd expected (and hoped) they would.

His hands were rougher than John's and the feeling of his skin against the softness of her breasts was exciting and new. Every inch of them stimulated her nerves in a new way. His palms slid over her hard nipples, and he squeezed her breasts gently and with appreciation. She moaned to signal that he was doing well, and after a few moments, he slid one down over her stomach, keeping the other where it was. She moaned as she felt his fingers move over her belly button, knowing exactly where they were going. He slowed as he approached, his fingers in her pubic hair, the tips of them darting over the edge and glancing over her pussy lips. She whimpered with anticipation.

"Come on," she said playfully. "Don't toy with me anymore. You know I want it and I know you want it even more."

The man paused and held his hand where it was for a few seconds. Then, suddenly, it was on her pussy. His fingers pressed on her lips and his palm pressed firmly on the mound of her pubic bone. She yelped in pleasure. He pressed down on her pussy lips with his finger, separating them slightly, exposing her clit to the air. She moaned as he massaged her pubic mound with his palm, rubbing her pussy along with it.

"That's it," she said softly, almost whispering. "You know what I want." He continued rubbing and she continued moaning.

When he withdrew her hand, she found herself whimpering. "So soon?" she asked longingly. She heard that same muffled laughter from the assembled group. Clearly she was making an impression, and she was enjoying the reaction. These damn earplugs, she thought. I want to hear more.

She eagerly awaited the arrival of the third man, hoping her pussy would receive more attention. It was almost dripping wet, burning with pent-up passion. She wanted to cum, she wanted to get fucked, she wanted to be used and enjoyed. She wanted more.

As she heard the footsteps approaching, she smiled and licked her lips. "Hello there, stranger," she said seductively. "What can I do for you?" More laughter.

She felt his hands on her breasts, lightly caressing them. His fingers grazed over her nipples and he cupped them in his hands. He massaged them, sliding his fingers along the surface, taking her nipples in between them and pinching playfully. She moaned as he enjoyed them.

After a few moments, he released her breasts and moved his hands up over her collarbone to her shoulders, then down her arms. He took her hands in his and held them, almost lovingly. He spent the rest of his time just holding her hands, massaging them in his own. It felt incredibly relaxing.

There's quite a bit of intimacy here, she thought. When John had first told her about this, in her mind she imagined it would be an hour of being bent over and roughly fingered, but it had been the exact opposite. Perhaps the presence of the woman's husband toned things down, or maybe these men were not the sex-crazed animals she'd imagined them to be. She was kind of disappointed, actually.

As the third man walked away, Leigh spoke up again. "I feel like you guys are going easy on me since this is my first time," she said. "But believe me...I can take it. I don't want just gentle rubbing, if you know what I mean. I know what I'm here for, and I'm ready and willing."

Perhaps she had mistimed her offer, since the fourth man who took his turn was substantially rougher than the previous three. Still, she enjoyed his turn quite a bit, so it might not have been a mistake after all.

When he reached her, the first thing he did was put his hand directly on her pussy. No gentle stroking, no build-up, he went right for it. He knows I'm all warmed up, she thought. He rubbed her vigorously and she moaned deeply. "There we go," she said. "That's amazing." He wasn't doing the "fingers on each side" method that she had taught John, of course, but the amount of pressure he was putting on her pussy lips assured that her clit was getting plenty of attention.

Suddenly the pressure released and, before she could say anything, she felt him slide a finger inside her. She yelped, not really in pleasure so much as surprise, but she was so wet from the evening thus far that there was almost no resistance, even from a pussy as tight as hers. She wasn't normally a woman who enjoyed penetration (at least from something other than a cock), but this felt incredible.

She moaned to show just how much she enjoyed it, and he responded by sliding his finger in and out, and she moved up and down in time with him. She felt her breasts bouncing slightly as she bobbed, and she hoped the rest of the group was enjoying the show. She felt herself getting shockingly close to cumming from his fingering before he suddenly withdrew his hand and walked away. She whimpered loudly in protest.

"That one's going to be a tough act to follow," she said as the next man approached. "I hope you have something really good in store for me..."

As if to confirm that he did, he too walked directly up to her and made his move. But unlike the previous man, he did not go for her pussy. Instead, his turn began with a loud crack as he slapped her ass forcefully. She yelped, this time not so much in surprise (though she was surprised) as in pain. But as before, there was a mixture of pleasure in there as well, and she found herself laughing as the immediate sting of the spank turned to a light burning.

"You're back," she said playfully. "I wondered when you'd get your turn. You were waiting for this part, weren't you? Spanking me through my dress and panties wasn't good enough, you needed to slap my bare ass, huh?"

He signaled his agreement with a firm spank, this time on her other ass cheek, this time harder than the last. She yelped again, louder this time, feeling real pain for the first time. "Ow," she said softly, not knowing if he could hear. But apparently he had, because there was a moment of hesitation and a gentle touch instead of another spank.

She heard muffled talking, but she couldn't tell who was speaking. She wondered if John was telling the man to go easier on her. But she was fine, she knew, and she didn't want anyone intervening on her behalf. She could take it, she wanted it. She began the night nervous, but by now she had thrown herself in completely and she wanted to be used freely and with abandon.

She cleared her throat and the murmuring stopped. She bent over about 45 degrees and stuck her ass out. "It's ok," she said in a soft, almost cutesy voice. "I can take it. I want what's coming to me."

The murmuring returned, but the spanking did not. She knew she needed to make herself clearer. "I'm serious," she said forcefully. "I want more. Spank my ass. Give it to me hard, guys. I'm here to be your toy, I'm here to be used. I want you to take my body and do what you came here for."

She felt the man's hand on her hip, and he gripped her tightly. She moaned, suddenly imagining John's hands on her hips as he fucked her from behind, but then the shooting pain of the next spank shook her loose of that memory. She yelped again, and gasped for breath, but before she could say anything, the next spank came, and then the next. They were coming in quick succession, almost too much for her to take. She screamed, not in pain but in pleasure, her body trembling with sexual desire. "Fuccckkkk," she yelled. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she found herself shouting in time with the spanks.

When the man stopped, she was out of breath. She stayed slightly bent over, her breasts heaving with her chest as she recovered. Her ass stung, but the rest of her body was burning with desire. "Wow," she said, recovering her breath as he walked away. "That was excellent."

As the sixth man approached her, she said "I hope you're not hoping to spank me, too. I'm not sure I can take more right now, I need a break." She began to lift herself up. "So if that's what you were hoping for, you should trade turns wi-" his hand was on her back, pushing her back down.

"No, I'm serious," she said, taking a different, more serious, tone. "I don't want to get spanked again right now." But he did not release the pressure on her back. Instead, with his other hand, he took her hand and placed it on her ass cheek. Then, he reached over and put her other hand on the other cheek. He placed his hands on hers and gently pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her asshole.

"Ohh," she said. "That's what you want. You don't want the cereal, you want the prize inside." She heard muffled laughter, this time quite loud. She was proud of that one, especially since it had come to her so quickly. Maybe I should do blindfolded, naked comedy, she thought.

The man removed his hands and Leigh was left there, a whole new level of exposed, half bent-over, holding her ass open for the group. She felt his hands on her ankles, oddly enough, as if he had bent over behind her. Leigh had no reason to think bending over was against the rules; after all, that's what she was doing right then. But she worried that he was about to break a different rule and use something other than his fingers. But as his hands slowly slid up her legs, the warm, soothing sensation of his gliding touch distracted her.

She moaned softly as he crossed her calves, moving up over her knees, and onto her thighs. His hands slid around to the back of her thighs, though his thumbs remained solidly between her legs. She gasped shallowly as he reached the top of her legs and his thumbs grazed gently over her pussy lips.

He soon reached her ass and gently slid his hands over hers, his fingers moving between and over them. He traced an unknown, apparently random pattern over her ass cheeks, seeming to enjoy the red and irritated but still smooth and soft skin. She enjoyed it to, and she moaned deeply.

Eventually his path made its way inwards, closer to her exposed asshole. He winnowed it down to one finger, which delicately traced the insides of her ass cheeks, and she moaned and gasped intermittently as he passed over the sensitive skin. He was toying with her, of course; she knew where he wanted to go and where he would end up, and she wanted him to go there, but in the meantime, she enjoyed the journey and did not rush him.

When he finally stopped his wandering, he lifted his finger off her body and for a few seconds, she was again exposed and untouched. But just before she was about to speak, she felt him firmly press his thumb against her asshole. Pleasure shot through her and she moaned deeply, her mouth open, her tongue darting out over her lips. His other hand was suddenly back between her legs, his fingers pressed against her pussy. She moaned even harder, almost growly with pleasure as he pressed her asshole and rubbed her pussy. These men are clever, she thought as the jolts of ecstasy shot through her. This is one of the best decisions I've ever made...

She stood up after the man removed his hands and began walking away. Softly, she said, "thank you," to him, not knowing if he or anyone else could hear. She hoped he, at least, did.

Leigh was not sure how much more of this teasing she could take. She desperately needed to cum, but with two more rounds to go, she took a deep breath and sighed. As the second to last man approached, Leigh wondered what he would do. Would it be more run-of-the-mill groping? Would it be something kinky or fancy? She was surprised to find that, even after all this, the anticipation turned her on.

Like others had before, he started his turn off by walking all the way around her. As he passed behind her, he reached out and grabbed her ass. Boring. Leigh rolled her eyes under the blindfold. He massaged it in his hands for a few minutes before returning to his walk around. When he reached her front again, he did the same with her breasts. He cupped them, squeezed them, pinched her nipples. She sighed, but she didn't think he noticed. A quick rub of her pussy was the end of his turn, significantly shorter than the other men had taken. She assumed this was the hair-rubbing guy again. He probably is gay, she thought.

And that brought them to the very last round. Her mind was already on the final round, her turn to finish what all these men had started. But this last man surprised her. He did not walk around her as the others had; instead, he walked up behind her and stood there for a few moments. For a reason she could not explain, the hair on the back of her neck stood on edge; why is this different? she thought. What is he doing?

His hands were now on her hips, just holding her. He made a sort of clenching motion with his hands, sliding his fingers along her skin but not moving his palms. It was strangely electrifying, tapping into something she did not understand and had never experienced before. She felt her body begin to tingle in a way she did not fully understand.

He'd moved his hands inward now, one resting on the small of her back, the other above it. He again curled his fingers in and out, softly caressing her, his palms applying steady pressure. She moaned, the warmth from his palms and the tingling from his fingers making a potent combination. His hands were moving now, making their way up her spine. His fingers slid backwards and forwards along the path, his palms steadily advancing upwards.

She moaned differently this time, more sensually and less passionately. It felt almost like an erotic massage more than the groping the other men had given her. It was relaxing, but also kindled the fire in between her legs. His hands were now at her neck, his fingers sliding through her hair and wrapping around her throat. He did not choke her, but she felt the pressure of his grip on her. The massage feeling had transitioned into pure eroticism, and she moaned deeply. She felt profoundly owned, controlled, dominated, and it turned her on immensely.

He released his grasp and slid his hands down over her shoulders to her breasts, grasping them from behind, but only for a moment before continuing down over her sides and back to her hips, where it had all begun. She let out a sigh, the relaxation returning to her. He removed his hands and walked away.

Now was the time, she knew. Now was the moment she had been waiting for. She felt John take her hand and guide her into the chair which he'd brought into the center of the group. She sat down in it and, surprisingly, felt no hesitation whatsoever in spreading her legs and exposing her swollen, wet, eager pussy. All these men had spent the last half hour staring at it, after all, and most of them had touched it, so what was the point in modesty now?

She instinctively reached down and placed her fingers in her favorite position, one on each lip, pressing inwards onto her clit. She began to rub herself, slowly and softly at first, but gradually increasing in speed and intensity. Her moans followed the same pattern, beginning quietly and yet building. I'm masturbating for an audience, she thought, an audience of horny men who just spent the last hour groping this body and using it for themselves. But now it's my turn to use it. 

For the first time all night, she allowed herself to create a detailed image of what she would see if she had no blindfold: the assembled men, all siting still, staring intently at her body, lusting after her, fixating on something about her, her breasts heaving with her heavy breathing, her hair flowing as she rocked her head in ecstasy, her fingers vigorously rubbing her pussy.

For as much as she was enjoying this, she knew that the purpose of the evening was their pleasure, and she had more than fulfilled her end of the bargain. In that moment, she felt as sexy as she ever had, and she did not doubt that the women these men would be going home to could not hold a candle to her. She knew that in those few moments they'd just spent ravishing her with their eyes and their hands, they had gotten a taste of something no woman had ever given them before. Her body had been a gift to them, a gift from her and from John.

She knew they all wanted her, they all wished they could take another turn, they all wished they could have more. Not just more time, but more; they wanted to taste her, to take her, to have her for their own. But they could not have her. She was not theirs.

For all the play, for all their attempts at controlling her, at using her, they were the pawns and she and John were the chessmasters. She had been their toy, yes, and but she had used them for her own pleasure, too. And the power she had over them was as great if not greater than theirs over her. And while their power was artificial, imposed on her by the rules of the group, hers was organic, essential, carnal. Their desire for her gave her dominance over them, and that gave John complete control over the whole group. She gave him that.

She was surprised to find her her orgasm building. She knew John would soon offer her the vibrator, but she could tell she wouldn't need it. She'd never before given herself an orgasm just from her fingers, never had one at all other than from it or John's cock. But she was almost there, almost there. The evening itself had gotten about 98% of the way, of course, but this...this was what she had been looking forward to, and it was working like magic.

Then, with one thought, she pushed herself over and sent herself crashing into sexual bliss. She imagined John taking her to bed and releasing his own pent-up sexual energy, using her body in the way all these men could only dream of, taking her in the way she knew he had wanted her all night. Her back arched and her mouth opened. With that one image, the final visualization of the whole evening's ultimate objective, she came.




Boys' Club



For a few seconds, she didn't say anything, she was just frozen, a statue of ecstasy, the pleasure rushing through her too intense to express on even a subconscious level. But then she began a low, guttural moan, a deep noise that was a mixture of words and primordial gibberish. Her whole body began to shake violently, her muscles contracting and relaxing in rapid-fire succession. She had totally lost control of her mind in the same way she had given over control of her body.

She finally regained the power of speech and she found herself shouting "ohmyGod, ohmyGod, yes, yes, fuck, John, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ohmyGod." She continued rubbing, not wanting anything to bring an end to this feeling. Her whole body ached as hours, weeks of sexual tension and anxiety were released in a tidal wave of pleasure. It was one of the longest, most powerful orgasms she'd ever had.

As she came down from the high, her arms fell to the sides and her body slumped into the chair. Her breathing was still shallow and she struggled to regain her breath. There was no sound at all in the room; she could tell, even with her earplugs in. After a few moments, she was able to manage to lift her head slightly and say "thank you for coming, all of you. Thank you." And you're welcome, she thought.

She heard rustling and muffled voices. Chairs were moved and footsteps headed for the door. Gradually, the room fell quiet again.

She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. She was paralyzed by pleasure. Her whole body felt as if it were a cloud, a ball of energy that had just achieved some higher plane of existence and was relaxing and enjoying the accomplishment. She took several deep breaths and adjusted herself in the chair, soaking in the relief of having so successfully accomplished what had worried her for so long, to say nothing of the carnal pleasure that accomplishment had brought her.

She heard footsteps returning, which she assumed meant John was coming up after letting the men out. But she didn't hear him saying anything, and he was approaching fast. She managed the strength to reach up and remove her earplugs as he reached her.

"So, what did you think?" she asked, reaching up to remove the blindfold. "I thought it wen-"

His hand stopped her before she could take it off. He grabbed both of her arms and held them firmly by the wrists. Suddenly, panic shot through her. Is this John? she asked herself. Surely he wouldn't have let one of the other men back in, surely he wouldn't let them touch me again. But why isn't he saying anything? Why is he making me keep the blindfold on?

With the other hand, he lifted her up out of the chair and half placed, half threw her naked body onto the couch. He climbed on top of her, and Leigh could feel his naked skin on hers.

Leigh could not tell if it was John; despite years of his touch, she'd just spent over an hour being touched by almost a dozen other men, and his hands felt familiar yet strange in a way she imagined another of the men's would at this moment.

He's going to rape me, she thought. Now she felt convinced it was not John, but she didn't know what to do. Her body was not responding to her brain's commands, it was so spent from her orgasm. She was powerless to stop him. Whoever it was had clearly become consumed by lust, he was like an animal, forcefully pulling her legs apart while still holding her wrists, taking what he'd been wanting all night.

"Please," she said, finally building up the strength to say something. "Please stop. I don't know who you are, but this is not right. You had your fun, you followed the rules, please."

There was no answer, and Leigh could feel a cock pressing against her pussy. It was rock hard and big, she could tell that much as it began sliding inside her. But she was so wet that it slid inside her easily.

She found herself again beginning to wonder if it was John. Sure, other men at the party might have large cocks, but this felt familiar and natural in a way that sex with no other man had ever felt. And she certainly never pictured rape feeling as right as this cock did in her tight, wet pussy.

By now he was fully inside her, whoever he was, and he had begun thrusting with abandon. If it was John, he had completely lost control, he seemed to have no care for how she felt. She of course felt amazing, but as her sore and sensitive pussy was being pounded by this hard cock, streaks of lightning flashed in her blindfolded eyes with every too-deep, too-hard thrust.

He finally released her wrists in favor of grasping her shoulders with both hands, and she quickly reached up and pulled off the blindfold. It was John, she saw, his eyes closed, his face contorted in a mixture of exertion and pleasure. He was now truly pounding away at her, the head of his cock slamming into her cervix with each trust. She could barely handle the mixture of pain and ecstasy that was shooting through her body and she cried out, not sure whether she wanted him to stop or go harder, whether she wanted him to cum or hold out just a little while longer.

She felt a second orgasm building inside her and she knew her answer. John couldn't hold out much longer, given how hard he was going, but she desperately wanted to cum again, this time with him inside her. She hoped that the built-up energy and lust from the evening could power him long enough to bring her over the edge again. But she also hoped that he wasn't worried about her, that he was taking his reward and focusing only on his own pleasure.

She was almost completely out of breath, barely able to think, but she managed to gasp out "please, baby...I'm so close...please, baby...give it to me...give it all to me...cum inside me...reward me for what I just gave you...show me that I'm yours...show me..."

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. For the first time in hours, she heard his voice, and the sheer pleasure he was experiencing was palpable in it. "I'm cumming!" he shouted. "I'm cumming, Leigh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." His whole body jerked as he thrust forward as hard as he could, slamming his throbbing cock into her. He came hard, filling her pussy up with his seed. She could feel it shooting inside her, and that's what sent her over the edge, too.

Her arms were wrapped around his back, and her fingernails dug into his skin. "Me, too!" she screamed, almost at the top of her lungs. Her pussy tightened around him and she pulled him into her as hard as she could with her arms as well. Her back arched, pressing her chest harder against his. Her whole body shook and trembled, her back and legs bucking. She felt him emptying his balls inside her and she wanted every drop of it. She'd earned it.

As the two lay together, both trying to regain their breath, their muscles spasming and their bodies quivering, neither said a word. They just soaked up each other's presence, felt their bodies pressed together, connected in a way neither could explain or really understand. Leigh's mind was a blur, she could barely remember her own name, but she could accutely and powerfully feel John inside her, on top of her, loving her, cherishing her, owning her, and she felt profoundly the same. She loved him more than anything in the world and knew that he loved her back just as much.

She heard him whisper "I love you, Leigh. Thank you." She didn't know whether the thanks was for the sex or for the whole evening, but she didn't care. No thanks were necessary, of course, she had done it for herself as well as for him. But the way he always thanked her after sex, something that initially had bothered her, had become a welcome and gentle reminder of his care for her, his appreciation and love for her. She said nothing in response, she just placed her hand on his head, tilted it towards her, and lightly kissed him.

As she lay there, her husband on top of her, his cock and his cum inside her, his needs fully satisfied by her and her body (and her own satisfied by his), her thoughts were not on the men whose hands had just explored her body, whose lust and desire had sparked this passion. Nor were they on those mens wives, whose bodies had provided such pleasure and enjoyment for John in the past and would do so at the next event. No, her thoughts were filled with the same thing as what filled her arms and and her heart. She was deeply, truly, uniquely lucky, and while she'd of course known that before this evening, she knew it now all the more.