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Dionysus

By: Alainn



She may not be a virgin, but at this particular moment, Cyrene definitely felt it. What her friend had been thinking, bring her to a place like this she will never know. 

All around her were people doing, in some form or another, the most sinful acts of fornication she had ever witnessed. It was like a sexual show-and-tell, with everyone watching and joining in on everyone else's show. There were men and women, women and women, and men and men. There were two-somes, and three-somes. Christ, Cyrene could even see a beautiful black-haired woman chained down on a cushioned table, writhing and screaming in ecstasy while a line of men formed behind the one currently fucking her in order to participate in the gang bang.

"Ohh," moaned Lissy, "that looks like fun."

Cyrene looked over to where her friend was watching in unabashed interest. Lying no more than twenty feet away on the lush dark red carpet, were four entwined blond females. Four nude, entwined females. Above them stood a hideously fat man, still (thankfully) enrobed as Cyrene and Lissy were in black satin robes, but for his tiny little prick that was completely hidden in his huge, meaty hand.

"Please tell me you mean the girls and not that man," she begged, noting how ironic such a statement was, considering her friend was straight (to her knowledge at least).

Lissy took in the man who was now grunting with pleasure as he whacked off viciously to the light slurps of the women licking and kissing each other. "Of course I mean the girls," she sniffed indignantly.

Evidently not quite as straight as she had originally thought.

"Oh please, stop looking so scandalized!" She rolled her eyes at Cyrene's naivety. 

Lissy ushered her over to a very well stocked bar where a drop-dead sexy bartender stood waiting. He wore nothing but a black leather thong that slipped up between his fine muscled ass cheeks. As the two females approached, he smiled, "Lissy, my love," his voice was whispered seduction, "a little Foreplay?"

"You always know what pleasures me, Mark." She smiled back at him, and then nodded at Cyrene," And I think my friend here could use some JD in a very large glass."

Mark's gaze turned and focused on Cyrene. His dark eyes traveled up and down her body, leaving her feel as nude as those women Lissy had been admiring. "My, my, my. Isn't she a sweet little thing."

"Yes, and completely new to this, Mark. We don't want to frighten her any more than she already is, so you keep your dirty, perverted hands off of her, and on me."

Mark chuckled as he moved to pluck a large bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf. He twirled it around for a moment like in the movie "Cocktails" then poured a large amount into a glass. After he pushed it towards her, he asked, "So what's your name, my pet?"

"Cyrene."

He chuckled again at her quietly shy voice. "Welcome to Dionysus, Cyrene. Best drink up. You look like you need it."

Cyrene took up the glass and drowned it in a single gulp. Lissy's perfectly plucked eyebrows rose, but Mark remained tactfully impassive and poured her another shot - the mark of a true bartender. She was grateful to him, even if she was a little disconcerted by the animalistic way he was eyeing her.

"So," she drew out the word for a few moments; collecting her thoughts, "what now?"

Lissy tossed her long red locks over her shoulder, and fluffed up her small breasts before smoothing down her robe, "Now, I think I'm going to disrupt those little blond angels with a bit of devil."

Her smile was wicked and her eyes gleamed with unholy delight. She blew them a kiss before turning to leave. Full hips swayed seductively as she made her way across the room. A few interested looks turned her way, both male and female, then back to whatever they were doing when she reached the very spot where the fat man had sprayed his gunk. 

Cyrene turned away quickly when Lissy slipped out of her robe. It wasn't that she had never seen her friend naked before - they worked out together three days a week, and so changed and showered together three days a week - but she felt like Lissy was at the edge of Hell, and Cyrene didn't want to witness her friend's enthusiastic dive.

Good god, what was she doing there? Why was she still there? With Lissy distracted (and she could hear how distracted she was, despite the twenty feet separating them) she could escape into the changing room, get dressed, and get out of there before anyone took notice of her. She didn't belong in a place like this. Cyrene had had only two men, straight missionary position, with satisfactory results. For criminy sakes, she could go and call up Rich right now and get a little some-some if she wanted.

But she didn't want Rich, nor Jack (who had turned out to be a total jackass), nor did she escape into the changing room. She just stood there, leaning against the bar, swirling around the quarter full glass of golden liquid with one hand while she twirled a strand of her hair with the other. She tried not to look at the depravity around her, tried to ignore the moans of pleasure and squeals of pain-filled delight, but with no success.

Cyrene closed her eyes and leaned her head back. This was going to be a long night.

When she opened them, Mark was standing before her instead of behind the bar, where his fine ass belonged. He was looking her up and down, as if he could see right though the silk robe. She, in turn, couldn't help but to eye his body seeing as it was all but naked.

He really was a gorgeous man with short blond hair, pale blue eyes, and a tall, very muscled body. Cyrene thought the thong might be a bit painful to wear, but looked unbelievably sexy with his perfect body and perfectly large package.

Suddenly, she realized where she was staring - where she had been staring for a few seconds in fact - and jerked her eyes back to his. He was smiling.

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Mark was a very jaded man. He had seen, heard, and done too much during the three years he has worked at Dionysus. This was the most exclusive sex club in California, hence the most secret. Only the rich and famous came here to indulge in the darker side of sex. If you weren't rich and famous, you were one lucky son of a bitch to make it through the door.

You could do anything you wanted here, just so long as you were a legal adult. Sex toys of every shape, size, and description were provided for those who wanted them. Couches, chairs, tables, and beds were scattered around the room. The floor was carpeted in the softest and most brilliantly red Berber. One wall had three sets of chains; two were fur-lined, the other was the real-deal, heavy wrought iron (for the sadists).

And then in walked pure white innocence. Oh sure, Mark could tell she wasn't technically innocent, but Cyrene's heart was untainted by the corrupt, her body untouched by filth.

He wanted to chain her arms and legs to the wall with the iron shackles, spread her wide as an eagle, and torture her senseless with his tongue. He wanted her bent over his bar, ass thrust in the air, as he pounded one of those extra large dildos into her pretty little star-shaped hole. He wanted her lying amid Lissy's angels, lapping and suckling at nipples and clits. He wanted her begging for him to demean her. To use her. To fuck her. To dirty her.

All that naked desire heated his icy blue eyes. He saw when Cyrene registered the lust for the pain and fury. Saw her shrink back in fear when she understood that it was directed at her, and suddenly those violent needs evaporated.

Mark closed the short distance between them in a single step. He slipped a hand into her long dark mane, letting his fingers run through the silk. "I promise I won't hurt you," he murmured, knowing that had she been able, she would have turn and ran as far from him as she could. But the bar was behind her, orgies on both sides, and him standing between her and the door.

He brushed his lips over hers, reveling in the thrill that coursed through his body. It wasn't the hard, pounding thrill that Dionysus usually invoked in him. It was sweet and mellow, yet full of heat and passion. Slowly, he let his hands wander. The robe molded to her body as he caressed the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast. 

With each touch, he felt her resistance weaken. Her breath was now coming in quick pants, the steel of her spine melted beneath his tenderness.

"Cyrene," he whispered, and when she looked up, he took her mouth again. As their lips met, Cyrene moaned her surrender. She opened beneath him, turning the soft kiss into something wild. The dark within him stirred as she wrapped her arms around his neck and delved her tongue deep into his mouth. He pressed her hard against the bar, trying to fuse their bodies together as he took what she gave before demanding more.

Ruthlessly, he yanked the top of her robe off her shoulders. She thrust her small hands into his hair, pulling his mouth from hers. She arched her back, presenting her breasts to him. He cupped one in a hand, massaging the tender skin with his experienced touch. The other he took into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hardened nipple before suckling it.

"More," Cyrene demanded, and Mark bit her nipple none to gently. Instead of the angry cry he expected, her body jerked and she cried out, "Yes!"

Elated, he let himself feast. He nibbled and sucked and bit and pinched until she was mindlessly grasping at his shoulders, his hair, anything she could get her hands on. Her body was undulating instinctively, pleading him for more.

He dragged his tongue between the valley of her breasts, and down her flat abdomen. He circled around her navel playfully before going deeper. Wantonly, Cyrene pushed him between her wide open legs. Her hand fisted in his hair as she held him where she wanted attention, and Mark was faced with heaven.

Her small thatch of brown was meticulously trimmed, as if she knew that someone would be admiring her careful attention. Nestled within the hair was a glimpse of her pink little nub, and Mark spread open her lips with gentle fingers in search of it. When it was exposed, he blew on it, and watched as Cyrene's gasp turn into a moan as he pulled it into his mouth. For a moment, he suckled it, much as he had with her nipples, but then he released it.

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She could hardly believe her own reaction to Mark. Not a moment before, all Cyrene could think about was getting her clothes and running for the door. But now her body was bared for all to see, her head thrown back and eyes closed, while a man - a freakin gorgeous man - knelt between her legs. Every nerve in her body sizzled with the need for more; more of this man, more of his touch, more of his tongue.

Mark's mouth traveled up again, pausing to circle wet trails around her desire hardened nipples, before continuing up to recapture her mouth. Cyrene thrust her tongue in, stroking the hard ridges of its roof, and sweeping hot caresses against his seeking tongue.

His muscles bulged under her wandering hands. She teased with the light scrape of her nails over the soft skin of his ass, she tortured as she ran her fingers through the dark strip of hair. She purposely touched everywhere, except where he needed her to touch him, anticipating Mark punishing her with the most mind blowing sexual experience of her life for provoking him.

So, when she suddenly found her self up in Mark's strong arms, Cyrene was not all that surprised. She expected that he would take her over to one of those soft couches, and show her exactly how some of those toys were used. She expected him to chain her to the wall, so that he could have his wicked way with her. 

What she didn't expect was for him to lay her down on the hard wood of the bar, and shout out, "Drink's are on the house!"

Fear raced through her body as men and women quickly made their way to the bar. Cyrene tried to sit up, but Mark held her down just long enough for people to arrive. His hands were replaced with many others. Some were soft - gliding over her skin like water - others were roughly grasping at any body part they could handle. Her shout of pain at someone's vicious nipple pinching had Mark immediately calling for the bouncers to escort the man away.

Then he poured a bottle of whiskey on her, and mouths replaced hands. Soon, Cyrene was floating on a cloud of sensations. She moaned when one tongue buried deep between her thighs became two, then three. Someone even slipped her toes into their mouth, sucking on them one by one, while deliciously massaging the arch of her foot. A few tried to kiss her mouth, but most focused on tasting every inch of her body.

One woman, kneeling on a high barstool, shoved a breast in Cyrene's face, and without thinking, she drew the offered nipple into her mouth. The woman whimpered her pleasure around a mouthful of Cyrene's own breast. Then her hand that was dangling limply over the side of the bar suddenly filled with the hard length of a dick. She squeezed tightly, and felt a little nip of disapproval on her clit.

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The scent of whiskey and sex mingled to form an aroma that fueled the feast before him. Mark couldn't see her face anymore - she was hidden under a pair of full breasts that he knew Cyrene was enjoying - but he could see glimpses of her nude body around the heads of many men and women. 

The sight of two women tasting the salt of Cyrene's heat made Mark's cock pulse. A man joined them, wrapping his teeth and lips around her clit while the women slurped around him. Everywhere there were hands touching, mouths tasting, and above it all were the screams of Cyrene's orgasms slamming into her body, one after another.

It was an orgy worthy of the Greek god, Dionysus; master of wine and sexual escapades that defied even Mark's exceptionally experienced mind. But this orgy was nothing more than an appetizer. A little jumpstart for Cyrene into his wonderful world of delectable perversion and sinful debauchery.

Judging the time ripe for the plucking, Mark yanked off his thong and climbed up onto the bar. He shoved a few people out of his way, slipped between her thighs, and plunged into Cyrene. Immediately, her body began to convulse around his cock. Her eyes flew open with in shock at the intensity of her climax.

Mark savored the way she seemed to be made to completely encase him. He stayed deep within her, the tip of his cock brushing against her womb as they rode the violence of her release. As the tremors eased, her lovely eyes focused on his, and she smiled.

All around them, men and women continued their buffet. They were still suckling and tonguing and kissing her body, and some were now finding their pleasure in Mark's. He could feel a hand slipping between their thighs from behind to caress the slippery wetness of Cyrene's cum that covered the hilt of his cock. Another cupped the heavy weight of his balls, and yet another snaked its way across her belly to flick and fondle Cyrene's clit.

Yet, through it all, Mark and Cyrene held each other's eyes, and the world faded except for them two. Neither could claim it for love - not in this place of corruption. No, not love, but they knew their soul's were matched. Cyrene could taste the dark side of seduction with her new lover, and Mark the innocence of her indestructible purity.

Think it corny and stupid all you want, but when Mark began to move, it was with long, loving strokes. They ignored the feeding frenzy in favor of leisurely thrusts, and a lingering kiss. When she came again, Mark arched his back and bellowed as his body shuddered and his vision turned misty. He emptied himself into her, and then collapsed, shaking and weak.

As the world gradually returned to them, they noticed that the hands of others were slowly disappearing. Cyrene's back ached, and Mark's knees throbbed from the hard bar top. They slid limply off it, rested for a moment, and then he took her hand in his. Silently he led her down a hallway into the common locker room.

Showers in there were just as accommodating as the cushioned couches in the other room; there were seats and bars and the odd placed wall arranged for the seduction of the aquatic sort. There, Mark washed the filth of Dionysus from her body and his own, before loving her tenderly against a cold tiled wall. Hot water rolled down them in thin rivulets, and steam rose in thick clouds all around.

When they were finished, Cyrene gave Mark a seductive little smile and asked; "So, now are you going to show me what those toys are for?" 

Dionysus and Ariadne



Dionysis watched as Theseus rode away on the ship, looking sadly back at the shoreline at his sleeping love. Of course Theseus hadn't wanted to leave the beautiful Ariadne, her lips were plump roses and her eyes sparkling black pearls; lustrous waves of black cascaded from the top of her head to mid-back. Her body was one even some of the Goddesses envied - not Aphrodite of course, but his step-mother Hera perhaps and probably Athena as well. Smiling, he watched the beautiful girl as she slept, not wanting to disturb her rest. Soon enough she would awake and find herself abandoned by the lover that she had so faithfully helped, and then he would come to comfort her and show her new wonders of love and lust. 

When Ariadne awoke with was with a start, looking around and finding herself on an empty beach. Crying out she clutched her dress to her, looking around frantically for her lover... Theseus, the man she had defied her father for...

"He's gone," a deep mellow voice to her right made her gasp. Turning she saw the most beautiful man she'd ever seen; he was richly dressed with gold bands on his wrists and ankles, a laurel crowned his head, adorned with grapes that looked more like gems, "I told him to go away."

Gathering her wits about her, pretty Ariadne asked, "Why would you do that?"

Dionysus smiled, happy that she hadn't gone into hysterics, that she'd managed to keep her head about her, "Because I wanted you for myself."

"Who ARE you?" she gasped, frightened as he stepped forward, "Theseus is a mighty fighter, he wouldn't just leave with all his soldiers because a man told him to!"

"I am not a mere man," he said, smiling he reached out his hand and a golden cup appeared on it, filled to the brim with succulent wine, "I am Dionysus, God of Wine and Ecstacy."

Although she was frightened, she was also thirsty, and something in his kind eyes reassured her. Besides, who else but a God could make a glass of wine appear? And the Gods were always angry when someone assumed their name... it must be, although she didn't know why he would be so interested in a mere mortal woman like her. Beautiful she was famed to be, but she had never been so vain as to think that she might attract a God.

The wine stained her lips and tongue, honey amber taste that lingered in her mouth; it was much more potent than any wine created on earth and within moments she was giggling drunkenly.

"Why me?" she asked, pretty lips pouting as he looked down at her.

"Because I love your passion," he told her, "And your beauty, your zest for life and the way you live for fun and love." Leaning forward he kissed her, the taste of his mouth as potent as the wine. His godhood washed over her and she forgot Theseus, forgot the trip that she had embarked on... The kiss deepened and she moaned into his mouth, her body thrilling to his touch.

Dionysus loved the warmth of her kiss, the passion in her lips as she kissed him, and the way her small hands clung to his robes. Running his hands across her smooth arms and beginning to pull her clothes off, he marveled at the difference between humans and Goddesses. Ariadne was so much more exciting, so much more responsive... not having the experiences of the Goddesses didn't make her any less desirable. So she was more innocent in the ways of love-making, her responses were more genuine and he loved the way that she trembled under his touch as her body was bared to him. Theseus had been her only lover till now, and he would show her the ways in which a God was greater than a man. 

Pinching her rosebud nipples, he admired their color against the pale expanse of her bosom, with their dark color they looked as though they'd been stained with wine. She writhed in pleasure as he toyed with her body, finding all the secret spots that not even Theseus had been able to uncover in all his time with her. Ariadne thought that she was on fire; she'd heard that there were often dire consequences for making love with the Gods but at the moment she didn't care. All she wanted was him.

When Dionysus lowered his mouth to her pussy lips, she arched and screamed, her legs clamping over his head. The sweet nectar of her pussy was almost as fulfilling as the ambrosia that was the food of the Gods; perhaps even more so just by token of the place it was coming from. Dionysus lapped at her slit, teasing and exhilarating her without letting her pass the point of no return. She sobbed, her fingers becoming entangled in her hair as she tried to pull his mouth into her body, attempting to force him to give her the release she so badly needed. Pleading, she pulled at him, begging for him to enter her.

Standing up, Dionysus let his robes fall to the ground and Ariadne gasped in wonder and lust; her loins tightening even further at the perfection that stood over her. Taking off his laurel, the beautiful and lusty young God knelt between her smooth thighs and pressed his very large dick at her entrance. Ariadne's head fell back as he began to enter her; he was much larger than Theseus - he was a God after all - and his body temperature was higher. It felt as though a warm rod was invading her, stretching open her most intimate of places, and she blessed the nights she'd spent with Theseus... this would have been rather painful for her otherwise. 

She began cumming when he was almost three fourths of the way inside her, shaking and gasping, her hands clutching at his broad shoulders. Grinning, he worked himself in further, watching as she thrashed beneath him; her breasts heaving and her pretty cheeks flushed. As his groin pressed against hers, he caught her lips for another kiss and a wave of drunken pleasure crashed over her. Dionysus was the very embodiment of sex, just as his cousin Aphrodite was the embodiment of sexual desire; and as such, just his touch was enough to inflame the senses. Actually making love with him was an experience like Ariadne had never had; not even on the best night between her and Theseus.

Her hips arched as he plunged downwards, and she gasped as they melded and flowed, their bodies entwining in ancient rhythm. As they moved, his hands ran all over her body, touching her everywhere and increasing her pleasure, driving her swiftly towards another orgasm. His favorite spot to touch were her nipples, like ripe fruit they were on her chest and he often caught one in his mouth as they bounced beneath him. Plunging up and down between her soft thighs, he felt her passion as she gripped him tightly, her pussy convulsing in ecstacy as he rode her. Continuing to thrust as she orgasmed for the second time, Dionysus enjoyed her human reactions, the way she moaned and shrieked as the pleasure overtook her, and the fact that he could take as long as he wanted in his own pleasure. Too often the Goddesses were impatient or disinterested, not allowing him to practice his craft to its fullest extent; Ariadne had no choice but to submit to his will. Tears sparked in her beautiful eyes at the intensity of the pleasure that was engulfing her, her breasts thrust upwards as she came and he caught a rosy nipple in his mouth, biting down gently. 

As her second orgasm continued, he decided that it was time... and then he would take her back to his bower. Thrusting harder, he sent her spiraling upwards in unbelievable pleasure, her eyelashes fluttering as the unaccustomed ecstacy rode rampant in her body. Holding himself inside her, he sighed in completion as some of his essence flowed into her ready womb... as a God he could impregnate her or not and he decided not to this time. A baby too soon would result in less of their play, even though the nymphs and satyrs would help to look after a baby... he wanted Ariadne to himself for awhile. But yes... someday...

The feeling of him emptying inside her almost caused Ariadne to pass out with pleasure. It was as though something warm and glowing was filling her insides, pleasuring every part of her being. Her body shook as he pulled out of her, and she gasped, feeling suddenly and sadly empty. For awhile they just lay on the beach, Dionysus stroking and caressing her hair and body as she drank wine from his lips. 

He took her to his home and had Hephaestus make her a crown of stars to wear and bedecked her in gorgeous robes. Dionysus loved her well and often, secluded in their bower... and eventually he decided to share her with a child as well. 



Dionysus Retreat, Brides Night Out



By Thursday, the new initiate-wives were getting a little cranky. It had been 48 hours they'd gone without sex. Last week that would have been no big deal, but following their initiation ceremonies at the Dionysus Retreat, both women now had sex drives incomparably greater than their past sexual needs. Brock and Stuart had been called out of town unexpectedly and mysteriously Tuesday night for a quick trip to the West Coast, and Brandi and Joan had stewed about their lack of plans for just such a contingency. They joked with half serious laughter about flying down to St. Lucia the next time this happened. Each had considered suggesting a stop in at the Dionysus Retreat in the normal course of a 5th Avenue shopping trip Wednesday but neither had wanted to admit her burning desire to have big cock sex almost daily now. After all, Sonia had insisted they attend the once-a-month Brides Night Out event at the Retreat Thursday evening. Surely that would involve some sex! Brock and Stuart were returning from San Fran on the redeye, so both wives knew they had 'til dawn to act out any fantasy triggered by the events at the Retreat. Brock and Stuart had said they would join them in the wee hours if they were still 'at it' by then.

Over the phone, Sonia Draper had explained that all Retreat members and any husbands in attendance at Brides Night Out had to come as brides and grooms. The staff would play all the other wedding party and honeymoon resort roles in a free-form play that had evolved over several years each third Thursday of the month. Some people went regularly to Thirsty Thursdays at their local pub and drank, but "we'd rather just get together and have sex" Sonia had said without embarrassment. The whole thing sounded intriguing to the two horny women. They could hardly wait for nightfall. But first they needed a costume. 

As they combed the costume and resale wedding shops of uptown Manhattan, Brandi had selected high-heeled ankle strap white pumps like Joan had gone so nuts over in St Lucia and a diaphanous see-thru white gown with halter top showing off her gorgeous natural 38Cs. Below an embroidered belt at the waist, the sheer fabic fell unadorned over her hips to her ankles leaving her crotch totally exposed. Her headdress was patterned after one Cleopatra had worn to seduce Mark Anthony. She got a make-up artist and her hairstylist to put together an Eqyptian consort look with lots of blue eye shadow. White embroidered elbow length gloves finished off the outfit. The total effect was stunning.

Joan had decided to go simple. She found a lace and gauze summer bridal gown that when soaked with water (like a bride caught in a rainstorm at an outdoor wedding) revealed every curve and protruding detail of her magnificent figure. Specifically Joan's 34Ds and her elongated nipples were on maximum public display. She could have sold hundreds of her plastic surgeon's implants the way her wet bodice tightened around her perfect breasts exposed yet tantalizingly and teasingly so because they were covered. True to form, Joan had gone one step beyond the sane elevation for her shoes. In her new crystal platforms, 5'2" Joan stood almost 5'8." With the turn up of her ankle that meant her heels were 7 ½ inches tall. It was ridiculous but fun. And wasn't that the idea. Anyway, Joan reminded Brandi, she wanted to try for heel marks on the ceiling. 

As they got out of their limo at the Retreat, Joan paid the driver to soak her from head to toe with a monstrous water gun. Crossing the private lobby entrance area at 8 p.m., Brandi and Joan saw something that confirmed it was going to be a fun evening. Off to their right from another entrance, four 39- year-old women (the club's youngest members) walked towards the elevator up to the 45th floor. In the middle was a bride in full regalia with a slit in the front of what appeared to be her real wedding dress showing a bare leg and what would surely be more skin underneath. She and her maid of honor had big floppy hats and bouquets of flowers. That was strategic in the partially public space of the lobby because her maid of honor had not one stitch of other clothing on. White pumps and a hat, with flowers for the cover up of the tush or the crotch, your choice. Nice idea Brandi and Joan agreed. Flanking these two were two bridesmaids who appeared to have split a two-piece wedding dress. One woman had a long bridal train (her own she volunteered on the elevator ride), a white parasol, and a white ruffled skirt gathered around her waist in such a fashion that one leg was bare from toe to waist. The other bridesmaid had her wedding train and the top of the white ruffled outfit but no bottom clothing whatsoever. It was a laughing jocular sixsome who made their way to the big cock haven that was the 45th floor entrance to the Dionysus Retreat.

Sonia Draper greeted everyone in the reception area. She congratulated each woman about the ingenuity of her costume as they all had their picture taken with her.

"We do this every third Thursday, so it's really a test of your imagination to see if you can keep your costume fresh from month to month. You six certainly have done so! I'm reverting to fifth honeymoon clothes myself." Sonia reported.

She had on a white flouncy baby doll negligee whose neckline stretched down below and lifted her large full breasts. Length was noticeably absent. The baby doll stopped somewhere north of Sonia's triangle of pussy hair. She wore an eight-suspender black garter belt with sheer beige thigh highs topped in black lace. Double ankle strap peep-toe black sandals with a five-inch heel completed her 'look.' 

As they entered the hooka spa on Floor 2, Brandi and Joan noticed some display screens that had been covered the previous weekend. What was flashing on the screens as champagne and drinks were served were provocative images that most of the women could relate to and found stimulating of their sex drives. First a gorgeous blonde in an open cup corset with her hands clasped but unrestrained behind her back was blindfolded down on her knees. She was sucking the tip end of a thick long black cock. Wow, thought Brandi. This is going to get interesting very quickly!

Next Sonia's image appeared on the screen in a classic 69 with one of the staff members. She was using her mouth and cheeks to pull hard with suction the top two inches of a stiffening ten inch black cock. Several shouts rang out,

"You go girl! Always the hostess with the mostest! Offering right now to replace Leon up there on the screen. 69 is for me. 69 is mine!"

A Demi Moore look-alike in the next frame was celebrating her good fortune as she licked simultaneously on a very reputable 7 x 2" white cock stuck out of one side of her mouth and out of the other side she licked a 10 x 2 ½" big black cock. Then a brassy big-breasted blonde down on her knees was looking incredulously up at a white man whose 6 x 1 ½ inch uncircumcised cock she was mentally weighing in the palm of her right hand. In her left hand she was assessing the much greater heft of a thick 9 x 2 ½ black cock. Finally, a cute long-haired bride with her veil still on was shown down on her knees also weighing in one hand a very thick nine-inch black cock and in her other a slim 6 x 1" white cock. No indication which was her husband though she was smiling a big Cheshire cat grin up at the black man. 

Gasps then emanated from many quarters across the spa. The next slide was a bit different. Consistent with a first principle of the Dionysus Retreat that women should always take full control of their own sexing and their own bodies, a huge semen-filled condom appeared on the screen surrounding and hanging off the end of a nicely-proportioned large black cock. The copy beneath the image said,

If You are still fertile, always ask for and use a condom. They are available throughout the Retreat in literally every room. Take control of your own body.

The elongated condom held perhaps three ounces of the brilliant white stuff but still reliably attached to the big black cock that had erupted all that prodigious baby-making sperm. No one missed the point but still Sonia repeated what she always said on Brides Night Out when the demographics of the Retreat's participants tended to be quite a bit younger than their membership as a whole, 

"Take no chances. Don't get pregnant at the Retreat unless it's one of those occasions when you're actually here having sex with your husband. Condoms both prevent and save lives!"

"Let's do a mixer exercise for thirty minutes, and then everyone move up to Level 4." 

Sonia passed out numbers to the female members and letters to the husbands and male staff and then scrambled the combinations, posting the paired number and letter on the electronic screens surrounding the spa. People made their way around finding one another and then making small talk for five minutes. Then Sonia posted new pairs. Having done that a half dozen times, Sonia invited all the participants to walk down the louvered door corridor upstairs on Floor 4 and meet in fifteen minutes at the spotlighted Performance Chamber.

Joan found her wet wedding dress impractical in the air-conditioned office tower so she had changed into a cupless white corset with attached garters and white hose always available on third Thursdays in the Level 2 costume department. Even with a new bridal headdress she was still easy to spot because of the platform shoes that made her taller than anyone in the spa other than Brandi and Sonia. Little Joan the giant as long as she doesn't trip, Brandi worried to herself. At one point Brandi caught a glimpse of Joan stroking with her inconspicuously hanging left hand a big black cock as she leaned in close to whisper something in Rebel's ear. Like all the staff, her sex partner from last weekend was totally naked. His cock was magnificent as he leaned back against the stair rail and let Joan erect him to new heights. Brandi took notice of that unique organ with its circling rope-like veins, for future reference.

The walk down the louvered door area was different too than Brandi and Joan remembered from initiation night. In addition to a nameplate, each doorway now had beside it a framed oil of the named staff member's sex organs. There was Capstone's flanged cockhead and next to it Doughboy's insanely wide organ. Sonia's massive distended pussy lips and Randi's gaping pussy were distinctive as was RamCola's baseball bat organ. But other paintings were less easily associated with their staff members, so one had to look for inconspicuous details such as the tiny butterfly tattoo on Harriet's thigh. Reaching the end of the now well lit hallway, Brandi and Joan reencountered the darkened Performance Chamber and its spotlighted stage. They again took a leather and chrome fucking chair together, just like last time, and settled in ready to watch (if not called upon to be watched). Their half-naked bodies touched in at least a ten places. 

On stage flat on her back was a beautiful bride. She wore a bridal veil and a lace-up white waist cincher attached by four long front-of-the-thigh garter straps to white lace-top stockings. Her legs were parted and bent at the knee with hips spread wide open so her husband could move his whole face fully up in her crotch. He was mouthing her pussy and tongue-lashing her clit while inserting two, then three fingers in her pussy. Cupping both breasts, the woman's head was arching back in the throes of a first orgasm of the evening. Low guttural moans filled the chamber with sound. Brandi and Joan noticed something they had not perceived in the midst of their initiation the previous weekend. The Performance Stage had been designed as an echo chamber. One audible gasp filled the room with reverberating sounds lasting several seconds. It accentuated the sexual magic of the place.

The first bride rose up to a sitting position and took her husband's cock between her lips. Licking and sucking with vigorous hand motions up and down the shaft, she brought him to a 7 x 2" rigidity. Pushing him down on his back, she mounted the rock-hard shaft she'd created and rode him with the intensity of a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. Getting on her hands and knees, she then turned back with a come hither look and used a trailing arm and hand to pull her pussy open. Her husband proceeded to bury himself in her cunt doggy style. 

"Oh fuck me Brad! Do me good! That's it! Right there! You know all my spots!" 

Soon the moans turned to squeals of pleasure, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah iiieeeeee! she wailed.

The spotlight then swung away from the stage to the bar area where a bride in a cupless white corset and veil was kissing her husband perched on the barstools facing out with elbows up on the bar. His dick was poking through his unzipped pants and staff member Randi in a brilliant red chiffon dress, black garter belt and black hose was bent over at the waist sucking it. Randi used a trailing hand to stimulate a staff stud's much longer black cock pressed along her butt and climbing up to the small of her back. Seeing the big organ, the bride broke off her kissing of her husband, got off the bar stool and dropped to her knees to examine what the staffer whose stage name was Straight Out had to offer while Randi continued fellating her husband.

Many flashbulbs went off as this particular bribe with 36 DD implants prominently displayed got down on her knees to let the horizontal 10 x 2" black cock poke this way and that into the white gauze surrounding her face. Throwing back her veil, she took Straight Out into her mouth and began deep throating his cock. It was an amazing juxtaposition of black on white. After a few thrusts of the organ down her throat, the bride sat back just staring at the black phallus before her and began rolling both her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She had a far off look in her eyes like she was constructing a fantasy right there in real time. And she was. At the Retreat, everyone watching realized this 42-year-old married woman could make that reality happen right now before their eyes if she so chose. 

Throwing her veil off to signify she was ready to stop playing around and wanted to get down to serious sex, she slid under her black partner's organ and took not one but both his low-hanging balls in her obscenely-stretched mouth, sucking hard. His big black cock stretched all the way across the top of her strawberry blonde hair. More black on white juxtaposition such that flashbulbs again erupted. Then the lights went low, and when they came back up, the self-same bride was reverse cowgirl riding her chosen big black cock in the middle of the circular bed on stage. Her husband was standing beside her putting her bridal headdress back on, and she was suctioning his cock into her mouth. More classic poses resulted in many more flashbulbs as the professional photographer on hand recorded scenes this couple had asked be taken of their 'wedding night' role playing of a threesome. 

Sonia approached and handed Joan a vibrator and asked if she would come on stage to play a role in the next scene. Not knowing exactly whether that meant to excite herself in spotlighted vibrator sex or something else, Joan turned around and saw immediately what was intended. The bride on stage was still in the reverse cowgirl position but the black staff stud Straight Out with the long but modestly wide 10 x 2" organ was now buried in her ass. Her pussy was gaping open begging for attention. Joan crawled on stage with her vibrator at the ready. 

Remembering something she'd seen in a sex tape, Joan decided to really give the Retreat members a show. She placed the rotating control end of the vibrator between her teeth and approached the bride on all fours with the business end of the vibrator sticking out of her mouth. Descending between the thighs of the bride who was already working two cocks in her ass and mouth, Joan added a third 'organ' to her orifices. The audience cheered and clapped as Joan played the buzzing vibrator around the bride's pussy lips and then slid it into her cunt. In and out she 'fucked,' face to pussy completing the bride's artificial double penetration. The impaled ass, vibrator fucked, and mouth-stuffed redhead screamed out around the sides of her husband's dick,

"Oh, that's so good! How could you read my mind! I'm going to cum all over your face. You don't know this but I squirt! Ah Ah Ahh iiieeeeeeeeeee! Ah eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Without another moment's warning, powerful streams of pussy juice jetted onto Joan's lips, nose, forehead, all over her hair, and dripped down her high cheekbones off her chin. Unbeknownst to the new initiate/wives, Joan was role-playing a scene repeated with different players every third Thursday. Sonia had figured that high initiative unrepressed Joan would not be easily embarrassed and perhaps would enjoy being flooded with a massive pussy squirt. In fact, Joan had never been so turned on in her whole life. She removed the vibrator from her mouth and proceeded to lick all over, up and down, and inside the bride's pussy retrieving every drop of the amazing squirt. At that point, both males removed their organs from the bride's ass and mouth and ejaculated huge spewing streams of semen across Joan's face and the bride's breasts. Covered in cum, they both looked quite a wreck!

Feeling really really horny, Joan scanned the room, pointed at a staff stud named Left Twist, and crooked her finger for him to join her on stage. Though filled with lust, Joan was a mess. Still, the black stud approached her without hesitation. All the staff members were used to the woman playing Joan's role in this Brides Night Out DP scene ending up covered in semen. As Sonia had hinted in her phone invitation, the Brides Night Out scenes had been produced many times. Though they were constantly evolving and sometimes had quite an addition or deletion, the same basic events and outcomes occurred each third Thursday. Instead of being turned off, Left Twist was really attracted to this new member he had watched being initiated the previous Saturday night. Joan had just introduced a lusty new wrinkle into the bride's DP scene. She had face fucked another woman holding a vibrator in her teeth! 

That turned Left Twist on, and it showed. His initially flaccid cock had already swollen to an impressive thickness and twelve-inch length. Turning first to the bride and husband on stage, he completed the threesome by replacing Joan's missing vibrator by sinking his 12 incher into the bribe's cunt. His staff cohort finished the bride's double penetration experience by penetrating again her ass. She now had almost two feet of black cock working her crotch. Not surprisingly within two minutes she wailed,

"Oh you guyz are so big! You do me so well! Ah Ah! I'm going to cum again! Ah iiieeeeeeeeeeee! And now once more, Ah iiieeeeeeee!

The black studs left the bride to return to pumping her husband's cock, forcing out his last drops of semen, and catching them on her tongue. Next they turned to Joan. Taking Left Twist's big black cock in her hand, Joan smiled a mischevious grin to the audience and then went to serious cock sucking. Her big ponderous breasts had never looked more beautiful as Left Twist leaned her back onto the circular bed and raised Joan's left leg up onto his shoulder. Hovering over her on straightened forearms in a push-up stance, he growled,

"Bury me in your pussy, baby."

Snapping into action, Joan grabbed his big phallus with both hands and decisively stuffed herself with twelve inches of black cock. Eyelids fluttered shut and a loud moan escaped her lips,

"Oh, Gawd! That's so big! Fuck me! Fuck me good. Fuck my brains out!"

Left Twist proceeded to do precisely that! Long cocking with his hips in a blur, Left Twist caused Joan to erupt in screams,




Dionysus Retreat, Brides Night Out



"Yes! Yes! I'm going to come right now! Ah ah ah iiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Ah eeeeeeeeee!

His associate Straight Out stood by until he saw an opening and then he too entered the fray, filling up Joan's ass with his long rod. Joan reacted,

"You guyz have really got me going. What a delight! I've dreamed of this moment. One big black cock in my pussy and another in my ass!"

With only the merest narrow layer of flesh separating her two holes, and massive cocks in each, Joan's partners could feel every twitch of the other man's cock. That excited their libidos beyond belief, so they both began pounding Joan's orifices. She entered into a mind-numbing string of multiple orgasms, screaming louder than Brandi had ever heard her before,

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Ah Ah Ah iiiieeeeeeee! Ah eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! And again, here it comes! Ah eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ah Ah Ah iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh wow! Now another? No way! Yes! Yes! It's happening again! Ah iiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

After several more staff members fucked willing brides some with husbands present, some not, Brandi began to feel left out. Sonia slid alongside and whispered she should examine the displays along the louvered-door hall and identify which partner she was attracted to for the evening. Just then, Sonia got a cell phone call; she was the only one who carried a cell in the Retreat. She turned to Brandi and confided that Stuart had just landed at Kennedy Airport and was asking where to take a cab. He'd gotten clear of the business meetings earlier than Brock, and had caught an earlier flight back from the West Coast. Excited that her husband was back but somewhat disappointed that she had missed the opportunity for Retreat sex this evening, Brandi got up to go. Sonia sensed the problem and said she had a suggestion,

"Why don't you take one of our staff home for a threesome? You're ready to handle two males, Brandi. You can do it! Just give me an indication whom you want, and I'll set it up." 

Brandi didn't take long to think about the question before answering,

"I'd like to try that. The personality and body of that guy over there makes me wet," she said, pointing towards one of the staff.

"Good choice! That's Rebel. He'll show you a great time. Do you know he and Joan got it on last weekend?" asked Sonia.

Brandi nodded. She remembered that Brandi and Joan confided to one another everything that happened. Sonia continued,

"Good! So you know about Rebel's anatomical oddity. The rings of blood vessels circling his cock feel like you're getting a corkscrewing? It'll drive you to a series of mind-bending orgasms. If Stuart's watching, your screaming over and over again will cause his chin to fall off. He'll get so turned on, he'll have to want you right then and there in a threesome. I'll go arrange everything and call you a cab. Get ready and tell Joan what's happening. By the way, why don't you put these on before you go. They'll provide a great conversation piece with Stuart."

Sonia handed Brandi a pair of full-bottomed ultra-thin white nylon panties with lots of black lace-trim. In brilliant bold lettering atop the place where each wife's trimmed bush would show through the see-thru nylon, a stenciled label proclaimed "Black Cock Only." Below that, a thick black arrow pointed straight down to the wearer's pussy. 

Black Cock Only

With a little cajoling, Sonia got Brandi to agree to put the panties on and wear them home as a joke, in some ways a cruel joke. They were not intended to accentuate subtle feelings of inadequacy much less wound sensitive egos. Instead, Sonia explained that the thin transparent nylon and the boldly-lettered wording did make a needed point. Neither Brandi nor Joan were just their husband's sex partners any longer. They were independent lust-filled women who undertook sexual pleasure without guilt or remorse or apology. Their tits and even their pussies were often completely exposed to entice all comers including their husbands, but only in accordance with the women's wishes. Brandi and Joan were now Cougars, women who owned their own egos, bodies, and sex lives and had taken full control thereof. Brock and Stuart were a part of their sex lives but not the only part.

Grabbing her chosen sex partner who had thrown on a pair of workout shorts and a golf shirt and rushing downstairs to the waiting cab, Brandi arrived home just in time to climb into bed with Rebel before she heard Stuart unlock the front door. Walking down the hall, Stuart turned the corner to look through the double glass doors into their bed chamber, and then he stopped in his tracks. For there, on their marital bed, was Brandi on her knees with her back to the door, straddling and kissing a sex partner with a big black cock. 

She had on the sheerest white panties trimmed in black lace, which accentuated her shapely ass. Stuart backed away; Brandi must not have heard him come in. And Sonia must not have given Brandi his phone message. It never occurred to him the whole thing might be a set up. Rather than joining in, Stuart decided to watch for a while at least. Settling into an armchair that Sonia had suggested Brandi place outside the bedroom glass doors in the hall, Stuart pulled out his stiff dick and began slowly stroking himself while his wife played out a fantasy that had been in Stuart's mind for decades.

Climbing higher up her sex partner, Brandi grabbed the headboard, pulled the gusset of her panties aside, and presented her pussy to the waiting mouth of her Retreat-chosen stud. Thick lips and a long tongue began working every inch of Brandi's much distended pussy lips. Stuart was so close that with the lights fully ablaze in the bedroom and no lights on in the hall, he could clearly see when Rebel's tongue moved from one two-inch hanging pussy lip to Brandi's clit then to the other pussy lip and back again. Soon, Brandi was experiencing an intense orgasm that reflected her watching Brides Night Out all evening with no relief of her own sexual tension. 

"That's so good. Right there! And there! Oh do me! Make me cum with your tongue," she said.

And he did. Moans turned to squeals and before he removed his suctioning mouth, squeals turned to screams. Then Rebel began using two and eventually three fingers to slip in and out of Brandi's sloshy pussy and rub her G-spot. She wailed,

"Oh, right there! I'm going to come again. Ah iiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Ah eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Throughout all this action, Stuart had been looking right up Rebel's lower body from toes to calves to knees to thighs to that cock. And then on up to where he was servicing Brandi's crotch in a hot breath embrace. Rebel's cock was unusual. Stuart's gaze kept coming back to its rope-like circles of raised flesh. It almost looked alien or something that a plastic surgeon had installed to make an orgasm-producing corkscrew. He was about to see that it worked exactly as intended. 

Brandi next sat up against the headboard, and Rebel stood on the bed to feed her face. Brandi's panties were still on, and they had something stenciled on the front. Stuart saw the phrase 'Black Cock' but from his seated position out in the hall he couldn't make out the lowest word. Brandi certainly was enjoying some big black cock before Stuart's very eyes. After licking the shaft and sucking just his cockhead into her mouth, Brandi was instructed to raise her arms and open wide. Rebel stroked himself as the melons that were Brandi's signature 38Cs on the beauty queen circuit rose and hung as the beautiful natural gourd shapes that had won her many swimsuit contests. 

He then approached and insisting she keep her arms high above her head, he told her to open her mouth. Rebel buried his first four, then six, then eight, and eventually all ten inches in her mouth. Brandi's lips were stretched obscenely wide but she did succeed in making his entire cock disappear down her throat. Placing her on her stomach facing toward him with her knees bent up so he could grab her heels, Rebel proceded to throat fuck her. On the 15th thrust, Rebel got his entire cock in her mouth and down Brandi's throat. Dumping his load, he yelled out,

"You've got it all now girl! Take me deep, deep, deeeeeeeeep! Ah, that's so good, so tight. Here comes my cum! Ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Pulling his cock out and settling on the bed, Rebel was still rock hard pointing toward the ceiling. Brandi climbed aboard, again pulled her panty gusset aside, and after much squatting and pulling up and squatting again fucked herself to a second much-needed orgasm. 

'That's so good, so intense. I'm coming! Ah iiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Ah eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Swiveling her hips on his rod, Brandi spun around to face away from Rebel in a reverse cowgirl position, so Stuart would be afforded the best view. Now Stuart could read exactly what Brandi's panties said as she bounced up and down Rebel's thick pole. They proclaimed that she now enjoyed 'Black Cock Only,' and it would have been hard to believe otherwise given the show she was putting on. Rebel again asked her as she bounced up and down in a corkscrewing motion,

"Raise your arms. You have the most beautiful large natural breasts anyone has ever seen when you do that."

She did in fact. Her arms rose like a hula dancer as she lifted and sank, lifted and sank, lifted and then flung herself back down on Rebel's cock. But Brandi was thinking about something else. She was wrapping her mind around the fact that her pussy lips were being tugged continuously as she rose and fell by the engorged veins that circled his shaft. She asked,

"Where did you get that thing? It's so hot. It makes me so hot! I'm going to cum all over your cock! Ah Ah eeeeeeee! Ah iiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Iiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Allowing Brandi time to just catch her breath, Rebel pushed her up and off his thick pole and in one smooth motion bent her over the end of the bed. Lifting one of her ankles, he placed her high heel up on the footboard and buried his now slippery cock in her cunt. Rebel knew her husband was watching and because of where and how he'd positioned her, Rebel knew Stuart could see every minute detail. In particular, he could see just how Brandi's anatomy responded to being poked by a 10 x 2 ½" black cock. Her distended (now two-inch long) pussy lips wrapped around the shaft every time it came out and then were forced up and into, disappearing into her cunt on the in-strokes. After much sawing in and out, Rebel deposited another load, this time on Brandi's ass.

"Here's another load for you missy! Take my cum! Ah Ah Yesssssssssssss!" he said.

She had white rivers of sperm flowing from between her ass cheeks down right into the hole that had for almost a full week now not tightened up but remained a gaping chasm between Brandi's pussy lips.

Lifting Brandi like a barbell Rebel reversed her onto her back and descended into the pit of pleasure that was Brandi's now cream-filled cunt. His big cock filled her up and forced out still more creamy sperm. Brandi was now ready for the corkscrewing for which he was famous. Raising one of her legs to his shoulder, so Stuart could see straight into their coupling genitals, Rebel began a twenty-minute plundering of his wife's pussy. Brandi experienced a cascading series of orgasms each bigger than the last. Eventually, as Rebel rammed his full length to the back of her love canal, his cockhead slammed repeatedly into her cervix. Brandi's mouth flew open, and she began screaming at the top of lungs. It was 4 a.m., and her cries awakened the startled neighbors, who figured out from the wording that they were listening to an extramarital affair in Apt. 4B,

Oh, fuck me! You big brute. Your cock is driving me crazy! It's so much thicker than my husband's, and it's tugging at my insides. Sink it deep! Ah, that's it! Right there! Ah Ah Ah iiieeeeeeeeeeee! Ah iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The white neighbors in their 70s on both sides of the Westerholm apartment would have been even more scandalized had they been able to see the gorgeous former prom queen Brandi spread on her back across her marital bed dressed in 'Black Cock Only' panties. Flattened under an enormous muscled black man, with her heels on the ceiling and pinned to the mattress by a large black cock pistoning in and out of her steamy oozing cunt, Brandi's cries of pleasure continued unabated,

"Gawd! Yes! Yes! Here it comes again! Ah eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh my! It's just incredible. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ah iiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ah eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Depositing another load deep in Brandi's cunt, Rebel added to the sounds of their sex,

"Take my cream baby! Here it comes! It's all for you! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Finally, Rebel slid Brandi off the bed so she squatted on her heels on the floor facing the door behind which Stuart sat watching. Again Rebel had her raise her arms over her head to feature Brandi's perfect totally natural full breasts right out of a Rubenesque painting. Brandi was an abundantly fucked sex goddess with sperm pouring out of her gaping pussy, pooling in the gusset of her 'Black Cock Only' panties, and then cascading down over each edge onto her ankles and high heels as her panties sank under the weight of four loads of cum. Taking his wet cock in his hand, Rebel jerked off spewing the last of his semen all over Brandi's gourd-shaped breasts, onto her chin, and then between her waiting opened lips. Her smeared-lipstick mouth filled with a copious final discharge of his cream. Brandi swallowed as much as she could in a big gulp that felt like a whole oyster sliding over her tonsil and down her throat. But a dollup dripped out of the corner of her mouth and grew as it fell to make a long ribbon downward onto to her already cum-covered breasts.

Stuart had ejaculated himself long ago but as Sonia predicted, seeing and hearing Brandi brought again and again to ecstasy by Rebel, he had wanted more, so Stuart walked back down the hall to the front door, made a great clamor dropping his suitcase with a thud and announced himself,

"I'm home! Brandi, are you here?" he called out from the front door.

Brandi hurriedly cleaned herself off as best she could with the bed sheets and threw on a negligee she kept in the bedside lamp stand. Rebel was already wrapping himself in a bath towel and moving towards a boudoir chair to take a seat where he could 'meet' the husband who had been watching him fuck his sex-charged wife in every position imaginable for the last two hours. Just then Stuart's progress back to the bedroom was stopped by a ringing phone. It was only 4 a.m. so he retraced his steps to the living room and answered it. Joan was calling. She told Stuart that she was in a cab headed home from the Retreat. Brock had just gotten to Kennedy Airport, and he was in a cab headed for Manhattan. Joan wanted to know if they could come over and finish the night together with Brandi and Stuart. Stuart conveyed the message to Brandi,

"It's Joan. She and Stuart want to come over and have sex here!" He then suggested, "Why not, hun? The more the merrier." 

True to form, thought Brandi. The prospect of sex with or anywhere near Joan always juiced Stuart up. There was a little disappointment on Brandi's part that Stuart had stayed in the hall watching rather than joining Rebel in pleasuring her. She realized she still had not participated in a genuine threesome and wondered again what it would be like. Her friend Joan had done at least three that Brandi knew of, two in the last week! When would her time actually arrive? But Brandi was at that moment as well-fucked as she'd ever been in her whole life, and more sexual encounters before dawn were being proposed. She had little time to dwell on what might have been.

With just enough time to take a quick shower, Brandi hand washed her 'Black Cock Only' panties and hung them out to dry on the towel rack. Initially, she turned them to hide the stenciled message, but then changed her mind and reversed them so their proclamation was conspicuous atop a heavy terry cloth towel hanging on the rack. Anyone using the bathroom would see the panties and presumably comment. Or not, depending on their point of view. 

Soon after, the doorbell rang. Brock and Joan hurried in, and she and Joan began catching up in whispered half-sentences. Rebel was still present. He had been asked by Stuart to stay. Stuart and Brock agreed it would be a bit of a turn-on for the women. Rebel then suggested he tape whatever proceedings unfolded with a handheld camera on his cell phone. That sounded like a good idea to two sex-starved husbands about to be serviced by their sexpot wives. 

"Come on in here and join us on the couch guys! We're just getting started,' Joan called to the three of them from the living room.

As the men turned the corner from the hall, they saw Brandi and Joan were French kissing and had pulled down one another's tops to 'feel up' their gorgeous mounded boobs. Joan's mischievous grin and a dreamy satisfied smile from Brandi greeted the camera as well as their husbands. They all four piled onto the long sofa together. 'At least I'm going to experience a foursome,' Brandi thought to herself. Sharing her men or confiding stories about her men with Joan had been a lifelong experience ever since she and Joan had met at college. But this time Brandi had a feeling they would be sharing their husbands. And now it was Rebel who would be watching—watching her elevate sex with the husbands to an altogether new level of excitement to which Rebel had just introduced her. The neighbors would not be going back to sleep tonight.

As the husbands slid onto the sofa bookending their wives, Brock and Stuart encouraged the French kissing to continue by making straight away not for their wives' mouths but instead towards their magnificent tits. Leaning back on the deep sofa, four swollen mounds of flesh one pair natural, one artificial were very enticing. Their magnetism came from the gorgeous gourd shape of Brandi's natural tits and Joan's incredible 1 ½ inch-tall nipples. Brock and Stuart's mouths descended to feast on these points of pleasure. As moans welled up from the women, the husbands moved in closer, squishing the foursome together. Joan's outside left nipple was between Brock's teeth receiving dozens of tiny playful bites but her inside right nipple was rubbing across Brandi's headlights. With all the friction of four partially clothed sex partners on the upholstered sofa, a spark of static electricity jumped from Joan's to Brandi's nipples. "Yipes! What was that? We're charged up tonight!" said Joan. "Here let's touch our nipples together to maintain the connection," suggested Brandi. More sparks arched from the one woman to the other.

After a few minutes more of boob play, Joan initiated the heterosexual foursome, by dropping down off the sofa and taking not her husband Brock's cock but Stuart's in her hand, licking up and down the shaft. Stuart was in seventh heaven already at the mere thought that a somewhat disrobed Joan was attached to his dick. Not to be outdone, Brandi went to her knees and pulling Brock to his feet, pumped his shaft with her hand, and then went underneath to suck a ball deep into her mouth. Both men then stood and presented their organs to the wives reseated on the sofa edge. Joan immediately sucked Stuart's cock deep into her throat, demonstrating her new found talent. Brandi took her time and teased Brock into a frenzied state with slight teeth action around his cockhead and only thereafter sunk his cock into her mouth and ultimately down her throat.

"Oh gawd, you girls have gotten good at this! Your throat is so tight" said Stuart to Joan.

"Brandi's too!" said Brock. "I may come right now!"

Not wanting that, Joan grabbed her husband's dick out of Brandi's mouth, shoved him down on the sofa facing her, and mounted him in a reverse cowgirl. She began to bounce up and down on the boner her best friend's blowjob had just created. Brandi turned herself upwards in a sideways position on the sofa edge and pointed one high heel as far as it would go toward the ceiling. Stuart fit his organ hardened by Joan's blowjob and deep throating into his wife and slammed it home. Placing Brandi's leg on his shoulder, he penetrated the full 6 ½ inches his dick could go. Brandi rubbed frantically across her own clit, as she noticed Joan was doing the same to hers. Each woman began to feel an approaching orgasm, the first with their husbands in several days. 




Dionysus Retreat, Brides Night Out



"Oh you're going to get me Brock," shouted Joan. "Keep going! Don't stop! What about you Brandi?"

"It's feeling really good! I believe I'm going to 'come' as well," replied Brandi.

Both women wanted the reinforcement of their husbands' libidos that each knew would occur if each could get his wife 'off.' Their desire was more based on preservation of their marriage than on a desire to orgasm. Joan and Brandi's orgasms were numbered in the dozens already this night. It was now time to see if sex at home could still be fun.

"I'm coming Stuart! Keep up the pounding!" yelled Brandi over the cries of pleasure Joan had started and Brandi could tell were real,

"You've got me! Over the top! Yes! Fuck yes! Ah Ah Iiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Iiiieeeeeeeeeee!" cried Joan.

"Me too! Here it comes Stuart! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yessssssssssss! Iiiieeeeeeee!" Brandi cried out in the midst of a sharp but short release induced she realized by her finger work on her clit. But Stuart didn't need to know that.

Then Joan, ever the sex initiator, jumped off her husband's rod and threw herself down on all fours on the couch, butt high in the air.

"Let's switch partners!" she suggested. "Stuart, take me from behind!"

Looking to Brandi for permission and approval, he was ecstatic to hear her say,

"Go ahead! You know you've always wanted to. Go fuck Joan but good and bring her off! I'm going to ask the same of Brock," said Brandi getting up on all fours and also placing her butt high in the air. 

She was facing Joan just inches away from lip to lip. To initiate something on her own, she stuck out her tongue and flicked it across Joan's lips. The women moved closer and again began French kissing. Their distended pussy lips hung invitingly open, and the new retreat initiates began to wave their butts back and forth as if to say 'Hey, over here guys. Stuff us up!'

Both husbands moved like jack rabbits to position themselves behind their wife's best friend and prepared to mount doggy style. They looked at one another, thumbs went up, and cockheads were fitted to still gaping holes now surrounded by distended obviously already well-fucked pussy lips.

"You girls sure this is what you want?" asked Brock one last time.

"Go to it you two! Get those cocks a-moving! We want some hot action!" yelled Joan.

If the neighbors were lying in bed awake, they had to have heard the exchange and now knew that their building was a wife swapping den of iniquity. Nevertheless, the action in Apt. 4B probably turned them on at least a little. How could it not? It was consensual. It was safe. And it was hot!

Each husband buried his cock in a cunt, a new cunt, one Stuart especially had been dreaming about practically every other night for years. The sensation wasn't great given how much restretching had befallen both Brandi and Joan's cunt in the previous few hours, but the image and thought of what was happening took the husbands to nirvana. Sex was, after all, often a mind game. And this was as good as the mental images got! 

Once they had recovered from the shock of realizing their wife swapping dreams, both husbands got down to the serious business of fucking their wives who were new initiates of a sex club. Sawing in and out, fast-paced, slow-paced, deep thrusts followed by staccato short strokes, Brock and Stuart did everything they could to secure their wives' orgasms. Five minutes became ten, then twelve. Nothing was happening. The women were merrily exploring one another's mouths with their talented tongues but no evidence of imminent release was uttered. Brock had an idea. He slipped out of Brandi's cunt and fed his dick into her ass. Stuart did the same in Joan's ass. 

"Oh, hello there! You boys want a little two-hole fun do you? Well go for it!" said Joan.

Brock slid in and out of Brandi's tight sphincter, and knew he was close to coming. Stuart did the same and was soon running the same risk. The wives had not 'cum,' not even once. Brock had another idea. He stepped across the living room to his gym bag and pulled out the big 3-inch thick black dildo that Sonia had given Joan. Stuart ran down the hall to their bedroom and came back with Brandi's big matching white dildo, also presented to her by Sonia. Switching instruments, each husband fitted the tip of the dildo to the gaping cunt before him and shoved it home. Each then plowed back into his partner's ass.

"Wow! You guys are giving us simultaneous DPs! I like it" yelled Joan.

"Yessssss! That feels wonderful! Your cock in my ass and the big cock dildo up my pussy. Go at us guys!" said Brandi. Peals of squealing and cries of pleasure filled the apartment. 

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee! Ah Ah Ah iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" yelled Joan.

"It's so good! Gawd it's good! I'm coming! Ah Ah Iiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ieeeeeeeee!" screamed Brandi.

"Are you guys close? Spew all over us, will you?" suggested Joan thinking of the video of the foursome that Rebel was somewhere behind them recording. 

"Here it comes now baby. Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!" shouted Brock pulling out and spaying all over Brandi who had reversed herself to a sitting position leaning back on the couch. 

And now it was Stuart's turn. Stuart had been wife-watching all night, and he had built up quite a volume of sperm. Yelling at the top of his lungs,

"Yes! Take that! And that!" he exploded all across Joan's breasts and face and hair. 

The two husbands reveled in the moment they'd created, fixed in their memories the mental image of the two cum-splattered Cougars flaked out before them, and then collapsed onto the couch beside their wives. Everyone was late for breakfast and for work. But that was ok! It was Friday. The new Retreat members were all doing just fine. 

THE END



Dionysus Retreat, Mid-Week One



Dropping their leopard skins, Brandi and Joan weren't just naked. Joan's open cup crotchless monokini and Brandi's strings of faux pearls were better than naked! They were, beyond a doubt, the sexiest things Stuart had ever seen up close and personal. Before he could blink, Stuart was at the center of a whirlwind of boobs, hands, and mouths. As they devoured every part of his body and presented every part of theirs, Stuart realized his fantasy threesome with Joan and his wife was coming true.

As always, Joan was the first to kick things sexual up a notch. Whilst Stuart was sucking the entirety of one of Brandi's areola into his wide-stretched mouth and receiving from her an expert hand job, he felt a flick of a tongue on his dick. Knowing his wife was above him beaming down at the suctioning he was putting on her tit, he realized that it had to be Joan who was mouthing him. Sure enough when he raised his head and looked between Brandi's hanging torpedos, it was Joan's lips that were encircling his dick just like at the sex banquet.

"Like the way that feels big fella?" Brandi asked her husband. "Brock may be a tits man but I told Joan your favorite is my mouth music." Stuart nodded and let out a loud extended moan.

"Oh gawd! Yessssssss! You've got that right!"

Kissing all around his shaft, Joan really was something of a cocksucking novice, relative to Brandi. She didn't know much about how to use her mouth in different escalating ways to take a man to the brink of his orgasm several times before finishing him off. Just then Stuart's dick made a twitch at the realization his wife's best friend had opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around his dick and started suctioning him into her mouth. Maybe Brandi had been teaching her a thing or two. He desperately wanted Joan to do what Brandi did so well and suck him deeper and deeper and then down her throat. Brock had told him about their frustrations as a couple, given Joan's diminutive size, in getting Brock's almost identical pecker through Joan's windpipe at the larynx. Brandi knew as well. In their girl talk she had often offered to coach Joan through the act, presumably on Brock's dick. But here she was doing so first with Joan's lips wrapped around her husband's dick. Brandi offered encouragement, 

"Joan, for once, I can help you through a sex act. Just let me lead you through it. Relax and breathe deeply through your nostrils. Convince yourself that Stuart has full use of your mouth and throat. For the next few minutes your windpipe is his! Now salivate all over his dick. Spit big glob after glob on it. Do it again. Get it just dripping, covered in your spit. That's it!" 

Brandi began to press down ever so gently on the back of Joan's head, allowing Stuart to achieve more depth. Three inches into the back of her mouth, his dickhead encountered the recognizable structure of her tonsils. Stuart knew to jerk upwards at just the right moment now to get that extra little thrust needed to expand Joan's windpipe around her larynx. The extra thrusting motion popped Stuart's dickhead right down Joan's throat. Brandi beamed and clapped as Joan grinned as best she could with her mouth stretched wide open. Deep throating the head of Rebel's 10 x 2 ½ inch cock had prepared her for deep throating either husband's dick with ease. She was soon doing it with confidence, breathing comfortably as Stuart's entire six-er slipped in and out. Before long, Joan took her normal pride in having mastered another sex trick and began sliding Stuart's dick in a staccato quick dance up and down her glove-like throat.

"Wow! That's incredible! Don't stop! Oh gawd, that's sooooo good!" moaned Stuart.

Though he had experienced it many times before from Brandi who had mastered deep throating in her early forties, somehow having the big-boobed head cheerleader and college roommate Joan giving the blowjob made it all the more exciting! With the hours and hours of wife watching and now engaging in his fantasy threesome, Stuart was about as sexually excited as he'd ever been in his whole life. As a result, he knew he couldn't last very long. Nevertheless, he had a secret weapon on his side tonight. Grabbing Joan on both sides of her head, he proceeded to face-fuck his wife's best friend! It was another first for Joan. Not being as experienced as Brandi at oral sex, she didn't realize what was sure to happen next. Making a deepest lunge down her throat, Stuart yelled,

"Get ready Joan. Here it comes! One, Two, Threeeeeeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

and he promptly deposited a load of cum in her throat. The projectile strength of his pent-up release forced the weighty glob of sperm down into Joan's stomach.

Brandi made light of the moment,

"Welcome to a second club in one night, Joan! Like me, you're now a member of the 'wife bucket' club.

As she came up for a gulp of air, Joan just smiled that mischievous smile with a dribble of Stuart's sperm coming off her lip and falling onto her breast. She did like all things sexual, even swallowing a bucket of cum. Brock was going to experience more than he knew when his newly-certified 'wife bucket' got home. 

To the wives' astonishment, Stuart's dick did not go soft as it came out of Joan's mouth with an audible pop. If anything, it was harder and thicker and longer than Brandi had ever seen it! The lust she saw in his eyes as he crawled across the bed in her direction signified clearly Stuart now wanted to fuck his wife and fuck her good. Brandi realized he must have taken his first Viagra. Unbeknownst to the wives, Sonia Dapier had sent one to each of the husbands! Brandi returned his big sloppy French kiss as Stuart felt her up and then covered her body with his.

Spreading her thighs with his knee, Stuart prepared to mount his gorgeous bride in the missionary position the way he had done a thousand times before. But Brandi and Joan were both sore 'down there,' and hour after hour of big cock sex had left them with gaping cunts. No way they could feel a 6 x1 ½ incher after the pounding they had just taken from three live sex partners and a fucking machine, all twice Stuart's size. As Stuart's dick sought the warm enveloping folds of his wife's pussy, there was no sensation around his cockhead at all. Instead, his entire first three inches just dropped right into a gaping hole. Pushing deeper, there was almost no flesh to flesh contact as he descended farther down her love canal. When he bottomed out, pubic bone to pubic bone and still felt almost nothing gripping his cock, Stuart sat up on his haunches, looked down where they were in some sense 'joined,' and pulled himself out. Marveling at Brandi's golf-ball size opening, Stuart fell back on the bed staring with frustration (and a cock tent pole pointing) at the ceiling, saying.

"Wow! You girls really changed the landscape of your pussy flesh at the club last night! Who would have thought they would already be as big as that?"

Both women had worried that after their initiation night neither of their husbands would be stimulated enough by their gaping cunts to 'get off.' Guide to Big Cock Sex had warned about this consequence of a night of unbridled sex with the big cocks at the Retreat. The pamphlet had projected that the wife-initiates' stretched and widened love canals would take ten days to two weeks to tighten again to anything approximating normal depth and breadth. Initiation night at the Dionysus Retreat had that much of an effect on every new wife-initiate's anatomy. The tough part Joan had already concluded was going to be denying herself big cock sex long enough thereafter to allow the tightening to happen. Alternatively, she had been thinking through all the possible other ways to get Brock 'off.' 

Whispering to Brandi, "I've got one more bright idea. Watch this!"

Joan quickly crabwalked backwards up Stuart's body with her boot heels on either side of his legs until she was straddling Stuart's still rigid phallus. A high-pitched squeal then filled the room.

"Iiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" came out of Joan's wide open mouth.

She had dropped her hips and pierced her rectum with Stuart's dick. Luckily, it was still really slippery from Brandi's juices and all the sperm he'd left in Joan's throat a few minutes earlier. So, it just popped right in.

"Amazing! You've got to be kidding me! Anal too! You guyz are going to take me to sex heaven tonight!" intoned Stuart.

Joan's sphincter muscle squeezed Stuart's shaft right below the flange of his cockhead tighter than any woman's kegel muscles ever could. The tip of his fast-reddening pole was now disappearing up into Joan's ass. Using her own bodyweight in this reverse cowboy position, Joan was forcing him deeper. At the same time Brandi trailed a finger round and round Stuart's sphincter and rubbed on the bulge at the root of his penis.

"Wow! That feels amazing. Are you two a pair of sexpots or what?" Stuart asked, expressing surprise that he could hardly believe what he was seeing with his own two eyes and feeling with his own dick.

Watching Joan really getting into her first anal, Brandi thought to herself, 'Joan is doing it again (escalating sex)' and then she said out loud,

"Well done Joan! You go girl! Ride that cock in your ass!"

If it hadn't been Brandi expressing the thought, those words would have caused Joan to pause. Instead, assuming her lifelong role of experimenter and calculated risk taker, Joan began using all her suspended weight to force her shapely butt lower and lower down Stuart's straight hard pole. It was a sight to behold as her cute-as-a-button best friend with the perfect 34DDs faced her while working her husband's dick up into her ass. Brandi was drawn to the beautiful scene unfolding before her and particularly riveted on Joan's pussy staring up at her with its marble-sized clit and fleshy two-inch distended pussy lips surrounding her gaping hole.

As Joan forced Stuart deeper, her anal passage wrapped every square inch of the surface area of Stuart's dick in a glove-like grip that drove his nerve sensations off the charts. Each additional inch of depth elicted a howl from Brandi's man,

"You absolute she-devil! You're so tight! That's so goooood!"

Leaning back and placing a hand on each of Stuart's shoulders, Joan began an up and down pumping action. Her back-leaning position opened wide her hips and gave Brandi free rein to explore Joan's swollen distended pussy lips, and that's exactly what she did first with her hand. Fluttering her fingers across Joan's clit, Brandi crawled between Joan's legs and moved her face to within six inches of Joan's crotch. Seeing what her best friend had in mind, Joan yelled out her encouragement,

"Oh, yes! Get right in there and do me! Do me! Do me!"

Brandi's expert tongue and mouth then replaced her fingers covering Joan's pussy with kisses. Flicking her clit, Brandi brought Joan off in a succession of quick orgasms,

"That's it! Right there! Ah iiieeeeeee! Oh so good! And again, Ah ah ah iiieeeeeeee!"

Seeing his wife was the only one missing out in their current arrangement of the threesome, Stuart reached for the large black dildo that Sonia had presented Brandi at the sex banquet. Grabbing it firmly around the base, he plowed it into his wife's cunt. Brandi squatted over the wide dildo's base firmly seated now upright on the bed. She was taking charge of her own orgasm by controlling the pace and depth of her penetration. As the big dildo's massive but soft head smashed into her cervix, Brandi felt the on-rush of a welcomed new release of pussy fluid. Pumping up and down on her haunches just like in her exercise class, she ran the entire 11 x 2 ½" plastic in and out of her body. A 28th orgasm of her long night of sex was fast approaching.

Brandi then proceeded to explore with her long tongue deep into Joan's pussy and found her hot button. It was an amazing feat made possible by the gaping hole the fucking machine and its live predecessors had created in Joan's pussy. Brandi was able to put her whole mouth deep into the hole itself and thereby stiffly tongue right on Joan's G-spot. Fingers and vibrators were the only thing Brandi had succeeded in using before in decades of trying and training her long tongue to reach for this goal. But now she was there, and Joan was shuddering all over as a gigantic orgasm overwhelmed her. 

"A dick in my ass and a tongue on my G-spot. You two are some threesome! Ah Ah I'm coming! Ah Ah Ahhhh iiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

"Me too! Ah iiiieeeeeeeeee!" interjected Brandi right on schedule behind her.

Almost forgotten underneath the anal plowing Joan was administering to herself, Stuart yelled out,

"I'm coming too! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!"

Incredibly even though he had ejaculated down Joan's throat just twenty minutes earlier, here was Stuart ready to have another orgasm. Brandi knew just where to massage the pulsing base of his cockroot to stimulate his prostrate for maximum ejaculatory release. Continuing shouts of her best friend and her husband reverberated off the walls of Brandi's marital bed chamber. She realized now was the time to establish in Stuart's mind a pattern,

"How do you like this, Stu? We get big cock sex, and you and Brock get bjs and anal."

"I like it! I like it!" replied Stuart, just able to think given all the pleasure he was in the midst of receiving. Brandi had not committed her own rectum. Nevertheless, Stuart thought the implication was clear.

The threesome collapsed in a heap, luxuriated in the afterglow, and dozed until dawn. Joan was the first to get up and take a shower. She headed out quietly to join Brock. He'd slept through the night but was now up and ringing her cellphone while toweling off. Excited to hear she was headed home after a night in Brandi and Stuart's bed, Brock asked if he should get dressed and go to the gym.

"No way!" replied Joan. "This morning I want to be your workout! Don't you want to 'make me late for breakfast'? Ok then, please stay right where you are! I'll be there in three minutes. Let's put some heel marks on the ceiling!" And they did; Brock was two and a half hours late getting to the gym. Many of his Sunday morning buddies had already headed back home, but the female trainers knew what it meant for a regular customer to be several hours late on Sunday morning and have a permanent smile plastered on his face.

"Glad to see you're having such a rewarding morning, Mr. Hockaday," said one hottie in the skimpy leotard with numerous cutouts that the company provided for their female attendants and trainers. Those outfits provided quite a stimulating environment for the male-only gym members to work out harder and stay in shape. 

"Oh, it's not me. It's Mrs. Hockaday who had the rewarding morning!" shouted Brock.

"Back at you!" and "Good on ya!" responded two of the women who had been listening. Brock was delighted to be the subject of such banter for the first time in memory. Brock and Joan's sex lives were a-changing.

Following the events of that first night at the Dionysus Retreat, the Westerholm's as well as the Hockaday's sex lives did ramp up in both pace and intensity. Monday night two days after the initiation, Brandi called Stuart at 4 p.m. to ask if he could be home by 6 for a special treat she'd prepared. Stuart's wife knew to speak in code on his recorded line. As a trader for a multinational bank, Stuart did not have to 'work late' nor go out drinking with his Japanese boss every night. Instead, he arrived home at 5:50 and quickly discovered Brandi herself was the meal.

Decked out in a pink and black merry widow corset and matching panties with suspender garters and black seam-up-the-back nylons, Brandi was a vision to perk up any man getting a little on the side at the end of a long day, much less a husband not in the habit of such things. Brock immediately noticed two things: first, Brandi's enormous inner and outer pussy lips mounded out the panties at her crotch almost like a man in jockey shorts. That intrigued Stuart no end. He and Brandi had of late taken oral sex to new heights, and he wanted to get a good look at and mouth those new anatomical features she had acquired in that long night of big cock sex the previous weekend. Second, although Brandi had on a black silk thigh-length robe, she met him at their front door with the robe back off one shoulder and thrown therefore wide open. Indeed as he rounded the second floor landing and headed up the stairs to their top floor apartment, he could see Brandi was waiting hand on one hip provocatively standing in the doorway fully visible to the outside world. It obviously didn't matter to this new Cougar what the neighbors thought; Brandi was filled with lust. A pair of black satin mules with red heels completed the 'look.' Stuart was panting from the three flights of stairs but he was drooling because of what he saw.

"Right on time as promised," said Brandi. "I thought we'd go out to our favorite bistro at 8, but right now I just want to eat you up. Let's get those clothes off!"

Before the door was even closed, Stuart felt a hand on his cock and another unbuttoning his shirt. Loosening his tie, he responded to the advances with a raised eyebrow and quipped,

"Whoa! Is this the Brandi Westerholm I know who never wanted sex before dark?"

"Left her behind last weekend. Do you like the transformation?" inquired Brandi.

"Do I ever! Unzip my fly, will you. I think I've got something you might want."

Brandi was already undoing his belt. Dropping to her knees on a throw pillow she'd strategically placed just inside the front door, she yanked his business suit pants and briefs down in one swift motion. Flicking the underside of Stuart's hardening penis with a long fingernail, Brandi took him into her mouth and suctioned her man to a half erection. Stuart could hardly believe his luck. His wife of twenty-five years was on her knees just inside their entry hall sucking his cock at 5 in the afternoon. Joan had surely put her up to it, but Brandi was clearly enjoying this new role of prom queen as sex goddess slut. He was going to do his best to reinforce it.

Leading him by the cock into their bedroom, Brandi climbed atop the sheets and promptly turned around to face him on all fours.

"Come feed my face, baby. I so want you down my throat!"

Stuart could hardly believe his ears, but he wasn't fighting it. If this was who Brandi wanted to be, he would do his part. In fact he had! Remembering what Sonia Draper had said about cougar women wanting sex on average twice a day and anticipating therefore that his new initiate/wife might be hungry for sex after they finished the special dinner she'd prepared, Stuart had taken a male enhancement pill on the way home. The offerings in that marketplace had been bewildering but he and Brock had spent their Monday lunch hour combing the shelves and talking with pharmacists in their Uptown financial district to find just the right product. Getting what you pay for in a branded product the quality of which the consumer could not detect at the point of purchase was what he had been taught at the Chicago business school. Indeed, only by overpaying could one be assured of obtaining high quality in such a market. So, he and Brock had spent $110 for ten pills. They weren't proud of the need for such an enhancement but they did take pride in understanding the subtle workings of such a market. So, each had enormous hope the drug might actually work. Stuart had swallowed the first one on the train on the way home. A second pill went in as he made his way up the stairs atop which Brandi was standing in the doorway awaiting a good sexing. This time he'd read her exactly right.

Brandi was amazed as she held Stuarts balls and slowly slid the first three inches of his cock in and out of her mouth. He seemed thicker and longer. The harder she sucked the longer he got, almost two inches longer than normal. This was still no massive sex organ she had before her but Brandi was pleased that her reputation with her husband as a cock sucker without equal could make Stuart's penis expand so much and stretch to meet her waiting throat. 




Dionysus Retreat, Mid-Week One



That's just what she did next. She popped Stuart right down her throat. Now, she was running his entire eight inches back and forth. Out he would come 'til she could just close her lips around the ridge encircling his cockhead and give him a little squeeze, then back across her tonsils and down her throat until her face was flat against his body where his now-removed public hair was once plentiful. Then do the whole thing again. Quick time, then painfully slow. On and on it went like an orchestra. Stuart was in seventh heaven,

"Oh, baby! You do that better than anybody could! It's just a velvet glove. Your throat is so tight! Ah, Ahh, Ahhhhhhh," he moaned.

Brandi didn't want him to come so she squeezed her fingers around the base of his shaft the simple way women had stopped premature ejaculation for centuries. Little did she know that tonight Stuart's erection would last four hours and his restorative powers following orgasm would match those of the Retreat's studs. All that Brandi (and Joan) knew was that Sonia Draper had sent only one Viagra pill a piece home with the boyz the night of the initiation. And she didn't want Stuart to blow his one and only load of the night just yet. The size of Stuart's new cock was intriguing to her, and she wanted to feel exactly how it fit in her now stretched out and widened pussy. Would she be able to get excited with Brock inside her they way she used to? Was that now over for good as The Guide to Big Cock Sex had suggested, or could this size she was holding in her hand and her mouth and her throat 'work?' It would be nice to have a simultaneous orgasm with her husband embedded just like before the initiation. She wondered if that were still possible.

It didn't take long to figure out. No sooner had she reversed ends and presented her backside to Stuart for a good old-fashioned doggy-style fucking than Stuart's now enlarged penis slipped right in without opening any ring muscle obstacle and dived along her love canal until his public bone stopped him before bottoming out. Unfortunately for both of them, all this onslaught happened without his touching much of any of Brandi's flesh. Now embedded eight or so inches deep in her cunt, Stuart cockhead was not yet at her depth. Brandi didn't know how much farther he had to go to reach her cervix and bottom out, but she could immediately tell he wasn't there, not close. And more importantly, she hadn't felt much of any stimulation as he made his way along. Her man cave was just too big!

They each commenced to give it the good try. Both moved back and forth vigorously with much feigned moaning and shouts of,

"That's it! Do it like that! Oh right there!"

but five minutes later both knew the other knew that neither one of them was going to be able to 'get off.' Sonia's book had prepared the wife/initiates for this exact moment. Brandi had no hesitation after encouraging talks with her confidant Joan earlier in the day.

"Honey, I want you to stay right there and 'move upstairs.' I want you to slide your cock into my ass! Go slowly. I'll let you know if it hurts. Please, please fuck me in the ass!"

These exact words of entreaty were the mutually-agreed signal according to Sonia's Guidebook that one's mate really wanted an anal sex experience. Stuart could hardly believe what was happening. It was one thing for the sex bombshell Joan to have offered him her ass in the wee hours of the morning after the Retreat initiation, but to have his wife doing so was astounding. Nevertheless, the male enhancement pill had not done the trick as far as bringing Brandi or Stuart, either one, to orgasm. And there Brandi was on her knees with her head and shoulders now on the sheets and both hands reaching around to pull her ass cheeks apart for him. Stuart eased his way forward and laid his full member in the crack of her ass. 

"Are you sure?" he asked once more, as he nuzzled the tip of his cockhead around the sphincter of her anus.

"Yes, do it now! Push it in. I want to feel you this way now. It's exactly what I want!"

Stuart did as he was told and put some weight behind his chemically-stiffened rod. The entire head disappeared into Brandi's ass. No audible expression of fear or pain arose from his wife. Indeed, she had put her hands in front of her again and was pushing back on him with arms widespread. The sensation was incredible. If Brandi's pussy was no longer tight, this orifice was tighter than her pussy had ever been. It grasped and squeezed around his shaft at the slightest movement. Brandi and Stuart were, after twenty-five years of twice-a-week sex, a sexually experienced couple but they were decidedly inexperienced anal sex partners. The sensations from each twist and turn, each new thrust were new, and they both much liked the exploration.

"Don't know about you, darling," said Brandi, "but I rather like this!"

"I'm loving it! Wow!" replied Stuart who was beginning to sound a little frantic.

"You go right ahead then and fill me up. I want your cream in my ass!" pleaded Brandi reaching for her newest vibrator. 

Holding himself back from the intense release he desperately needed, Stuart waited until he felt the throbbing vibrations transmitted through Brandi's thin walls of flesh from cunt to anal canal. She had grabbed a large rotating shaft with bump protrusions vibrator that banged away internally on her G-spot with an attached rabbit head that vibrated against her clit. Both were now in place and zooming Brandi toward an orgasm. Stuart was glad he had brought this sex machine home the night of Brandi's initiation. It occurred to him for a moment that she was oddly familiar with its workings already, just 48 hours later. Nevertheless, the bottom line was that as Brandi shuddered toward an intense orgasm, Stuart felt justified in humping her ass harder and harder 'til his cum boiled up his shaft.

"Ah, Ah Ahhhhh! You've got me now! That vice grip of yours is going to make me commmmmmmme! Yesssssss! Yessssss! Yessssssssssssssssss!" yelled Stuart.

"Ah Ah Ah iiiieeeeeeee! Iiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" yelled Brandi right back.

Pulling out after a few minutes of slumping over her back, Stuart was treated to an awesome sight. Brandi had a new love canal, a perfectly rounded one-and-a-half inch tunnel gaping open and then disappearing up into her ass. Copious amounts of sperm were pooling at the edge and beginning to drip out in one large glob after another. It was a sight that seared into Stuart's brain and would serve as the memory image he would dredge up going forward for some time whenever he sought sexual release. 

To Brandi's surprise, Stuart's cock remained hard as a rock. Without questioning her good fortune, she reached out for her familiar lover with his rejuvenated equipment suggestive of a new-found stamina. The pills had done their trick. That night the Westerholms never made it out to dinner.

The next day (Tuesday morning after the Saturday night Retreat initiation), Joan also received an unexpected request. Brock called and asked her to come to the office for his lunch hour. He said he had something he couldn't bring home that he wanted to share with her at the office. Both wives were familiar with the concept in the brokerage business of confidential material that couldn't leave the office. But what Brock had exactly that he 'wanted to share with his wife at the office' was a mystery. Joan put on a tight-fitting dress with a deep plunging neckline that showed off her massive cleavage and ample bottom. Pulling on sheer nylon thigh highs with a lace top and slipping into her sexiest peep-toe red pumps, she exaggerated the sway of her hips as she strode by the gasping doorman and then headed the thirty blocks South in a cab.

Arriving at Brock's private corner office, Joan leaned her deep cleavage over the private secretary's desk and announced herself in barely more than a whisper to Brock's newest assistant. Joan was glad she had dressed so provocatively. Brock's Swedish assistant was in five-inch heels and wearing a micro miniskirt so tightly wrapped around every contour of her ample butt that you'd think the fabric or stitching was going to explode outward at any moment. When she stood to slide around the desk to more warmly welcome the boss's wife, Joan could see that her dress had a slit up the back well up above Giselle's thighs. 

"He told me this morning he'd invited you to come at lunch."

Odd choice of words Joan thought to herself. Did she mean 'come' or 'cum?' This was an iconic Swedish sex goddess Joan was talking to. But Giselle's English was a little sketchy, and Joan decided it was the follow-on effects of her Retreat initiation. This week she just had sex on the brain. Joan therefore responded,

"Don't really know why he called? Brock only said he had something he wanted to share with me during the lunch hour at the office. Do you know what it's all about?" asked Joan with an inquisitive tone.

"No, not at all. I can check the drawer of personal items over there to see if there's a clue. We women have to stick together, right?"

Joan sat down in a leather chair and watched this young woman twenty years her junior stride confidently across the room in her skin-tight dress and ultra-high heels. When Giselle bent over to reach in a low file drawer, Joan saw she was wearing only a G string. To work no less! In close proximity to her husband! This young lady was much too cute and sexy to work in a serious professional office thought Joan. Then she noticed, somewhat scarily, Giselle had in addition cut her hair in a style and applied make-up that exactly matched Joan's own hairstyle and standard make-up. 

In fact, pixie-sized Giselle was the spitting image of Brock's wife with one exception. While she was certainly shapely enough to receive catcalls regularly from the construction site workers, Giselle looked nothing like Joan in one category. Joan was again glad she'd gotten her boobs done. If prominently on display, Joan's figure would actually stop traffic on Manhattan streets as cabbies pulled to the side just to see those gorgeous boobs trapse down the sidewalk atop the hip-swaying high heels she always wore out of the house. Once she had even caused a traffic accident. That was actually the way the NY cop had written it up. 'Shapely woman with provocatively low neckline that exposed magnificent breasts distracted the limo driver just as he was changing lanes,' said the official incident report. Again, was she ever glad this young woman outside Brock's door really didn't have big boobs. Not that she wouldn't have enjoyed Brock's bringing her home for a threesome. Just as a plan for Giselle was hatching in Joan's mind, Brock stuck his head around the door and motioned Joan inside,

"Giselle, under no circumstances whatsoever are we to be disturbed! Clear?"

Once Brock's assistant nodded her affirmation, her husband accompanied Joan thru the walnut portal into the luxurious panelled office with its long couches and deep armchairs, and then oddly closed and locked the big heavy soundproofed walnut door. Their privacy was clearly assured. Seated in an upright armchair across from his desk, Joan immediately detected the big grin on Brock's face -- the shit-eating grin that had accompanied her boob job. She was not standing sideways, so she figured correctly that something was up. In fact, every one of the males in the room (and besides Brock there were two others she recognized from somewhere but couldn't quite place), each one had something 'up.' Their pants were all tented upwards with obvious erections. They obviously were all in on this but just what it was, she had yet to find out.

Coming around from behind his desk, Brock unzipped his pants and approached his wife in full view of the other two guys. As he got close he whispered some instructions,

"Just play along dear. Sonia predicts you're going to like this!"

That was a bolt of lightning. If Sonia somehow was involved in the proceedings... Then it hit her! The two men sseated to her left were two studs from the Dionysus Retreat! Standing behind his wife and massaging her shoulders, Brock signaled to the men to advance. Each came around the desk and stood in front of Joan perhaps five feet away, close enough that she could hear their heavy breathing but far enough away that she didn't feel at all threatened. Each then unzipped his trousers. In addition, the one closest to the desk reached and secured signs on which Joan recognized Brock's printing but she couldn't make out what it said. When the man spun back around, it was obvious. The signs read, 'We Hear You Like Big Cocks.' Below the signs hung two giant limp but thickening 10" cocks. Just then Brock set something on her left shoulder. It was his own organ laid from back to front across her shoulder pads! Brock spoke to break the ice, 

"These gentlemen and I are here to show you a good time, dear? Just state your wish and it is our command."

Not much of a silence followed. Almost immediately, Joan signified her authorization by reaching her left hand from the armrest of her chair up to her left shoulder where she grasped and began pulling gently on Brock's cock. Simultaneously, her right hand reached up and across her body pulling out her left breast, and she began to pinch her own nipple. In a strong voice, she said

"I'd like each of you other gentlemen to strip out of those clothes, and stand there where you are so I can properly see all of your glories for few moments. Further instructions to follow."

Joan realized she was looking at the Retreat's only white studs other than WhiteZilla. Their cocks were thick and long, perhaps twice the size of the penis over her shoulder. Unbuttoning her jacket and lifting both of her breasts out of her shelf bra, Joan dropped to her knees, graspeded an almost three-inch thick cock in her hand, and smiled her trademark mischevious grin up at Brock as she sucked the man's cockhead into her mouth. Marveling at the heft of a white cock this big, Joan realized she had to solve a problem. Before they could open her already gaping pussy up any further, she figured she'd better have 'pre-sex' with her husband. Clearing off the paper atop Brock's desk with a mighty sweep of her arm, Joan pulled off her dress, lay down on her back, spread her thighs as wide as they would go, and invited Brock to come mount her.

"Come give me something to remember, Brock" she said, 

Wasting no time, Brock inserted his pulsating dick into her pussy and raised his wife's heels in each hand to point toward the ceiling. The position allowed him free rein to rub her clit which he now did vigorously. Sawing in and out at varying pace, the room began to spin for Joan. The stiff pre-lunch drinks she'd had in the bar downstairs where she'd encountered Sonia Draper oddly enough, were causing a little dizziness. But it was the anticipation of imminent big cock sex and Stuart's attention to her clit that combined to bring her off.

"Oh, you devil. Inviting me here in the middle of the day intending to defile my honor and fuck me but good! I'm coming! Ah ah Iiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!

Realizing that Brock was feeling little if anything from her still stretched and gaping cunt, Joan rotated her hips higher. Grasping Brock's penis and in one motion yanking it out of her pussy, Joan slammed it home in her ass. Grabbing both her high heels and pushing her legs over her head, Brock pounded away from above, pressing her down onto the broad desktop with each thrust mightier than the last. The tightness did the trick. Stuart shot his load up her ass,

"Here it comes Joan! All ready? Ah Ah Ah! Yesssssssssssss!" Brock shouted as he experienced again his new role of anal intruder.

Before Joan could get off the desk top, one of the Retreat stud's was upon her, slipping his 10 x 2 ½ cock into her easily but with a good sensation of flesh on flesh along the walls of her cunt. Again the pounding started, but this time it was Joan's cunt that was being pleasured not the other way round pleasuring her husband in her ass. She closed her eyes and let the sensations of big cock sex wash over her in the waves of tactile delight she had experienced the previous weekend. Sometimes Joan liked it rough, and this guy had spread her ankles as far apart as his powerful arms could stretch them, then rotated her hips up so his full body weight could get behind each powerful downward stroke. He was long cocking her with the full ten inches available. He would plunge seven times full depth, then five quick half strokes, followed by seven times full depth. It was soon driving Joan out of her mind,

"Oh my gawd, you fuck me soooooooooooo good! Where have you guyz been all my life? It's just incredible! I'm coming! Ah iii eeeeeeeeee! Iiii eeeeeeeeee!"

"Thank you maam! We're right down in the East 50s every day. Wish you'd bring this awesome body down to see us regularly. If not, we can come to you. And when we do, you should cum too!" he said.

With that double entendre, he bent Joan over the desk and shoved his entire rod down her eagerly waiting cunt canal. The pace notched up to ten long cocking strokes in the space of time when he'd been doing seven, then those staccato five short strokes and back to the long cocking. Joan's eyes rolled back in her head as a breathtaking orgasm overwhelmed her conscious mind. She spewed out nonsense and screamed,

"Do it! Do me! I'm a bed of fire and ice! Bind me! Let me go! I'm coming so hard! Ah iiieeeee! Iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh gawd, they're going to be non-stop! Ah iiieeeeee! Ah eeee. Iiieeeeeeeeee!"

Brock was amazed how intensely his wife could cum. It was a turn-on just to shut one's eyes and listen to her sex talk, sex squeals was more like it. Then to open one's eyes and see her gorgeous hair, breasts and legs flailing about as a stud pounded her pussy was just a wife-watching fantasy. He soothed her hair as she descended from another orgasmic peak.

"Oh Brock, he feels so good! It's his job to make me feel like this, and he's very good at his job! Don't be jealous. I'm just having fun. I'm not his lover; you're my lover! Come here."

With that she pulled Brock's penis to her mouth and began suctioning him back erect. Taking his cockhead into her throat, Joan was now giving Brock the full treatment—wife watching and a deep throat blowjob simultaneously. Before long, the combined effect of watching this fantasy unfold and feeling the tight strictures of his wife's throat were more than Brock could bear. He erupted another load down her throat. Brock exclaimed,

"Damn, you're one sexy mama! Don't know when we've had this much fun. Sonia was on to something when she spotted you teasing all the males in the Top of Town on your birthday. You're really a lust-filled lady!"

"I'm ready to be filled with something else—say, that three-inch cock my hand wouldn't fit around a few minutes ago," said Joan expectantly.

The second Retreat stud now went into action. He helped Joan off the desk and having seated himself firmly in Brock's straightback deskchair, he offered a massive 12 x 3" obelisk for her to pussy dance on. Joan hopped right on reverse cowgirling his rod. Motioning Brock over, she continued the blowjob they'd started on the desk top. Only this time it was licking and suctioning kisses because she was bouncing up and down too vigorously on the 12 inch cock beneath her to deep throat him at the same time. Eventually, Joan pussy made the entire 12 inches disappear. She then rocked back and forth as his cockhead wedged into her cervix. 

"This just feels too good! You're cock is so deep! I'm going to cum all over it. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ah! Iiiieeeeeee! Ah eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

After twenty-five minutes more fucking and sucking, Joan was spent. She had taken another load from Brock down her throat and swallowed it all. In total, Joan had orgasmed 7 times. Sonia liked the boyz to keep count so she could chart each initiate's progress toward complete sexual fulfillment. Helping her climb off the Retreat's second stud, Brock asked,




Dionysus Retreat, Mid-Week One



"Are you glad we called and disturbed your morning?"

"Don't even think of doing otherwise! I want to make this an appointment every Tuesday morning," she quipped with a far off look on her face as she contemplated the possibilities. The Retreat staff left, and Brock watched her get dressed. When she was ready to go, he practically moaned,

"Lord your're gorgeous! I marvel more about it every day!"

"Thank you sir. You're pretty fine yourself, you know. Who else would have thought about arranging such a nice midday treat for your loving wife? See you at home, and keep your pants on around here."

"What do you mean, hun?" Brock asked truly unsure.

"I mean that little Swedish vixen out there is not to be anointed with any of your body fluids. Save your spittle and your cum for me! I intend to claim it all, starting again tonight!" she replied as she executed a perfect high-heeled spin and sashayed with exaggerated hip swinging out the door. 

As she passed Giselle's desk, Joan reached into her purse and pulled out the panties she had purposefully left off when redressing in Brock's office. Standing directly in front of the assistant, she set them down on her desk right under her nose saying, 

"Take a good sniff. That's what the panties of a well-fucked woman smell like. I want you to keep them. I don't need them really. I'm constantly taking them off to satisfy my husband's lust for his sexed-up wife. You however do need them. If I ever catch you here without panties on again, I'll see to it Brock fires you that very day! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes maam. Very clear! G-strings at the beach and partying, but panties at work! I've got it! It won't be a problem ever again."

"Glad you get the message! With time perhaps we all can become friends," Joan added.

"I'd like that. What you and Mr. Hockaday have got is something all of us here want. You're both 'hot' as the dickens but are devoted to one another. Hope to land a man like that for myself sometime soon."

"Perhaps you can come around to drinks sometime to see how two 'hotties' make it,... to a 25th anniversary," Joan suggested, planting a seed.

"I'd like that. And again, sorry to have upset you. I deserved the reprimand. Just glad it came from an observant wife of my boss rather than from HR. I really need this job!"

Joan's mental gears were turning, but she had set the hook and decided to do the reeling in another day. She and Brandi were meeting for a late lunch and then going shopping for some sexier heels like the members at the Retreat all seemed to have found. If not in Manhattan, maybe one had to buy them on-line from Frederick's of Hollywood or Wicked Temptations. She and Brandi were determined to find out the answer. After all, Sonia had sent them both invitations to a special bi-annual event called "Brides Night Out" Thursday night. They wanted to look like absolute knock-outs the first time they returned as full-fledged members of the Retreat. And it all started with shoes, high-heeled fuck-me-down-and-dirty shoes!

The panties had been bought as a joke, in some ways a cruel joke, but they were not intended to harm sensitive egos or even hurt delicate feelings of adequacy and inadequacy. The thin transparent nylon and the boldly-lettered wording did however make a subtle point. Neither Brandi nor Joan were just their husband's wives any longer. They were independent lust-filled women who undertook sexual pleasure without guilt or remorse or apology. Their tits and even their pussies were often completely exposed to entice all comers including their husbands, at the women's wishes. But Brandi and Joan were now Cougars, women who owned their own sex lives and had taken full control thereof. Brock and Stuart were a part of it but not the only part.

THE END



Dionysus Retreat, Sex Club Banquet



Now Stuart and Brock knew why they had been in tuxedos all night. The assembled audience of on-lookers was going to join Brandi and Joan in a top floor banquet room, and they the husbands were invited to join the gala. Why not? Much had happened, much had changed, and much needed to be celebrated. 

Their wives were now the two most awe-inspiring sex partners either man had ever known. Sexually liberated, knowledgeable, and self-confident, Brandi and Joan knew things about sex and had done things sexually like no other woman they had ever met. That made each wife/initiate powerful, hungry, and sexily desirable in the extreme all at the same time. Neither husband could wait to lay eyes upon them in person, though each was a little apprehensive about how Joan and Brandi would react to seeing them in the company of their Cougar Game sex partners. In one sense, the husbands too had played the game but hardly with the involvement of these newest Cougars.

As the fifty or so attendees assembled on the top floor of the Dionysus Retreat, Stuart and Brock noticed they had risen atop the highest level in the tower. The entire Cougar Game had played out in five floors below this penthouse dining club of a fifty-story bank building they had taken their wives to on special occasions. Indeed, Sonia Drapier had spotted both women on one of those occasions five weeks earlier. Joan's 53rd birthday dinner had been celebrated by the foursome at this very same Top of the Town dinner club. Joan had worn a transparent gauze dress with only a flesh-colored body stocking underneath. Her incredibly long erect nipples atop those full 34Ds had remained conspicuous all night, and only slightly less obvious were the outlines of her big pussy lips for such a pixie-sized body. This hot wife clearly got lots of sex workouts, and her engorged pussy lips were visible if you really stared. She and Brock had been making love almost non-stop throughout the day. She had asked him as a birthday present to make her late for breakfast. He had done so, and then called in sick. They had feasted on one another all day, and Joan's pussy lips were as puffy and stretched as they'd ever been (until, that is, her initiation night of hour upon hour of big cock sex at the Retreat).

Joan had chosen her outrageously revealing outfit for this particular restaurant because she'd noticed on previous occasions that everyone male at the Top of the Town from the patrons to the waiters to the busboys did in fact stare at sexy women. On this occasion, in order to have a closer look, one man after another had taken extra trips to the bathroom which the maitre'd had located strategically just beside their dining table. Many diners and employees had even stopped to complement the birthday girl with the big tits and party hat. One particularly bold waiter managed to spill a little ice water down the side of the tablecloth beside Joan's legs. The handsome young black man quickly dodged down on a knee beside her chair dabbing at the spill. Brandi noticed however that he kept his eyes riveted the whole time on Joan's crotch.

Watching from nearby, Sonia Drapier realized that the whole evening had been an erotic mind game the two women had set up just to enliven their sex lives. Sonia had observed with much attention to detail each of Joan and Brandi's sly winks and whispered exchanges. Yes, she was sure of it; the two wives had planned Joan's outfit to drive their husbands and all other males in attendance wild with lust and envy. Sonia guessed they might be headed home to a shared night of wife-swapping or at least a perform in front of your friends foursome. Then and there she had decided these two women should be invited to a Cougar Game, and that was precisely how the sequence of events that led to this whole evening of initiations had started. 

Stuart and Brock took notice of a few details as the Cougar Game participants appeared; details they might have missed before tonight. The women all had on sexy peep toe high heels and stockings, not pantyhose but stockings either thigh highs or full-fashion stockings with a garter belt. Many dresses were short enough to reveal lacy stocking tops, and there were telltale outlines of garters under tight clothes over full hips and firm buttocks. There were no waifish models in sight; the Retreat's women members were curvaceous bombshells every one. The short floppy skirts of two carelessly seated Cougars had ridden way up their thighs revealing wisps of hair in the one case and a completely bald, shaven pussy in the other. Stuart and Brock wondered if all the women were so exposed. 

Surely, their wives wouldn't come to a fancy dinner in the Top of the Town restaurant wearing no panties. As soon as the thought crossed their minds, the husbands remembered that Cougar Game women were always completely exposed for full viewing of their most private parts throughout the events on the lower floors. Perhaps this gala was still part of the game? Finally, Brock and Stuart noticed that a few more husbands were spread around the room than had attended the initiation but that the great majority of the males in attendance as either waiters or bartenders or tuxedoed guests were black staffers they thought they recognized from lower floors.

Sonia Drapier entered in a black matte G suspender minikini under a tuxedo jacket with Greek goddess high-heeled red sandals attached by strappy leggings. She encouraged everyone to find their seats. Stuart and Ross were relieved to see that the Game Creator had wisps of cloth covering her pussy lips and nipples, if not much else. They found their seats at either end of a fifteen-seat head table that sloped downwards from a raised middle dais of three high-backed throne chairs. On each side there were six empty arm chairs and then on the end down lower sat a straight back chair for each of the husbands. Sonia took the middle place on the dais, the lights dimmed, and the proceedings began. 

Next, out walked spotlighted Joan and Brandi to wild applause. They had gorgeous hairdos and professional make-up looking more like movie stars on the red carpet at the Oscars than the suburban housewives and tennis buddies they had been only yesterday. 

Both husbands were again startled; neither of their wives had on a stitch of real clothing. Joan's cupless and crotchless black vinyl monokini was matched with thigh-high black vinyl boots atop 5-inch red stilettos. The two narrow verticals of black nylon stretched across Joan's shoulders, down to her long hard nipples, and then mounded over her 34 double Ds which had never looked more beautiful. Coming together just above the crotch, the two strands of nylon then split again to frame but leave exposed Joan's pussy before joining to rise up her butt crease, then split apart once more to return to the shoulders. It was an amazingly revealing garment by design. At her crotch, Joan's stretched and engorged pussy lips now hung almost two inches below the ridiculously revealing garment most people had only seen pictured on Brazilian beaches or in strip clubs. 

Brandi had on a similarly revealing item. A three-strand faux pearl bodice from Wicked Temptations framed immediately under her beautiful pear-shaped 38C boobs and then draped lower twice more across her chest. Similar G string strands of faux pearls encircled her waist and ran down the crack of her ass, then around and up her crotch leaving nothing whatsoever to the imagination. Between the crotch pearls hung two-inch folds of Brandi's fleshy swollen pussy lips also now distended by her evening of big cock sex. Come to think of it, Brock and Stuart realized every woman's pussy lips in the entire Dionysus Retreat looked just about exactly the same, and the husbands now understood why. Brandi's thigh-high white vinyl boots matched Joan's black ones, right down to the 5-inch red stilettos underneath. 

The wives' skin tones were flushed from their three and a half hours of sexual intercourse, and their necks and breasts were all marked by obvious love bites, but they had been massaged the last few minutes and anointed with expensive scented body oils. Each woman felt absolutely wonderful, and it showed. In their revealing monokinis, faux pearls, and thigh-high boots, Brandi and Joan were just simply breath-taking, every man's fantasy sex partner. 

Rather than joining their husbands, Brandi and Joan sat down at the raised center table next to Sonia. Then the master of ceremonies began to identify by name and body part the wives' sexual partners throughout the evening's initiation event-- the four black studs from Level 4, WhiteZilla, and Usa, the woman with the African headdress. As each was introduced, he or she walked out from behind a curtain and stopped at either Joan or Brandi's throne chair where the wives pulled off a tear-away tuxedo pant that revealed to all in attendance their mating portfolio of five cocks and one strap-on dildo. 

As the black studs (now clad in just a short cropped tuxedo jacket) made their way throughout the room and then returned to their head table seats, Sonia described the unique characteristics of each man's phallus in detail, recounted how it had been used that night, and opined what each one must have felt like as it entered Joan or Brandi's mouth or cunt. She also noted what it would have felt like if either of the initiates had decided to take that particular cock or dildo in the ass. Sonia appeared to be speaking from experience. After the head table was fully introduced, Brandi and Joan's six sexual partners stood for recognition as a group and were greeted with vigorous applause. Next the wives stood individually, and more applause erupted.

Sonia then handed each new Cougar a pair of kneepads and sent them down under each side of the high table where to no one's surprise (other than Stuart and Brock's) they began performing oral sex on one male after another. The idea was to see how quickly the new initiate/wives could cause the recipient of their blowjobs to stand and demonstrate a hard-on. More applause followed each successful erecting of an oversize black and one enormous white phallus. Even Usa got into the action feigning exaggerated pleasure as Joan mouthed her strap-on. Most of the erections happened quickly with only one or two males needing more than three minutes of the wives' now expert mouthwork before standing to reveal impressive rock hard cocks. As the last black stud received his applause, Brock and Stuart were surprised to feel hands on their own zippers. Looking under the table, each saw the other's wife leering up at him with a big grin.

Rather than slouching down like their often cock-worshipped black counterparts seated above them in armchairs, both husbands instinctively drew back and sat up in their ramrod straight chairs. Pressing their spines against the chairbacks made their already smaller penises disappear like withdrawn turtle heads back into the folds of their pants. Sonia of course had set up this additional reminder of the husbands' ultimate inadequacy. Yet, both wives just persisted digging further into the crotch of their friend's husband until each again had something hardening and exposed to work with. 

Since neither Brock nor Stuart was used to the oral techniques of his friend's wife, the time to attain an erection was a bit longer than for the black studs. At five minutes, Stuart was watching everyone watching him and realized that instead he should concentrate on the blowjob Joan had begun administering. Brock had a similarly slow start but also responded eventually when Brandi wrapped her lips around the base of his cock and made his entire organ disappear into her suctioning mouth and upper throat. At the eight minute mark, each husband realized he should stand, but as soon as each got to his feet, the wives came out from under the tables and kept right on sucking. Within another few bminutes, both husbands ejaculated. The applause now erupted again with cheering especially for Brandi and Joan. 

Sonia had given detailed instructions as to what should happen next. Brandi and Joan pulled out the six-inch spurting organs and caught the husbands' cum on their lips and tongues. After standing and making an exaggerated swallow, they each stuck out a long tongue on the tip of which they had saved a last big drop of semen. Turning slowly, they approached the recipient of their blowjob and appeared to be readying the man for a sloppy kiss. However, instead of replanting the man's semen in his own mouth, their smeared lips stayed only momentarily. Then each Cougar wife stood and stuck out her tongue to show the cumdrop still present, mounded up just where the ejaculating husbands had left it. 

Walking quickly with purpose up the ramp to the head table, crossing behind Sonia, and hurrying down the other side, Brandi stopped behind her own husband Stuart (and at the other end of the table Joan did the same behind Brock). Each then leaned her husband's head back, bent at the waist, and placed a deep sloppy kiss with wide-open lips, depositing the other man's semen in her own husband's mouth. After much tongue-wrestling, the wives released their men, and then all four came up for air to much applause and shouts of acclaim.

With these final events, Sonia Drapier wanted the Cougar Wives to bring their husbands around to the idea they could participate in the Game on their wives' terms, at their wives' discretion, when and where and if their wives wanted it. Sonia smiled broadly at her newest protégés.

A fabulous banquet ensued. After the last course, Sonia presented the new initiates full length leopard skin coats as Dionysis Retreat gifts of initiation. The two newest Cougars modeled the coats by swirling and swishing round each table throughout the dining room. Sonia also presented to both husbands heavily noduled five-and-a-half inch Wolftooth penis sleeves suggesting that these sex toys "would fit the boys perfectly" and could help get Brandi and Joan reinterested in having sex with them again.  

"If that doesn't work," she said, "Brandi and Joan will be needing these," 

and she proceeded to hand each of the wives a giant dildo like the one on the doorknob downstairs. Then, she passed each husband his own sexy love doll, no longer impaled. Appropriately, these fully-functioning sex substitutes for a human female had "From Brandi" and "From Joan" painted across their butts in red tattoo-like letters. 

"If Brandi or Joan ever are late getting home from a visit to the Retreat, you husbands will need something to keep you company," she said.

Sonia then pronounced the ceremonies over and invited Brandi and Joan to leave the ceremonies with her. Throwing a kiss to their husbands, the wives promised to be home before dawn and marched out arm in arm like the adventurous Cougars they now were. Both husbands lustily watched their wives high-stepping out the door in their leopard skin coats and high-heeled boots. Stuart and Brock realized this was assuredly the first of many such late night adventures Brandi and Joan would go on. The husbands were resigned to their new roles. They realized their best bet was to try to make what would surely be their sexually-spent and exhausted wives late for breakfast. 

When Sonia's almost fifty inch long legs headed somewhere, you knew you had to work those thigh and calf muscles to keep pace, especially in heels. Joan was practically running on her toes in the high-heeled boots to keep up. But she'd had plenty of practice charging around with a basketball team captain who was her first boyfriend and lover. So, she knew how to keep up; it was one reason she was still a trim bombshell. At the banquet hall door, Sonia made a quick signal to several people following the threesome and slipped into an elevator disguised as a phone booth.

"This thing's right out of a 'Get Smart' TV show, isn't it," she said as the wives crowded in. There really wasn't room for more than two people but here they were altogether touching one another in all sorts of sensitive places. Ample boobs smashed against boobs, hips against hips, and laps against butts, etc. 

"This is how we come and go so inconspicuously to and from the Retreat, yet still have the full services of the Top of the Town restaurant, bars, and night club. Very convenient when you want to lose a male admirer in the public areas of the club who just doesn't stack up the way you thought he did at the start of the evening. There's always some staff on duty downstairs to make you forget you've wasted half an evening with a dolt."

Brandi and Joan now began to understand fully that the Retreat was really run for the benefit of the Cougars in the membership, not their husbands. No female escort professionals had been in evidence throughout the whole evening's initiations. And unlike what they all had expected, no sexy women members had tempted Stuart or Brock to take their eyes off the initiation events their wives were experiencing and have sex themselves. As far as Brandi could tell, no initiation events at all had happened to the husbands until she and Joan had performed their surprise wife-swapping blowjobs at the banquet. So, a little curious and knowing Sonia would tell them straight out, Brandi decided to ask.

"Sonia, what's in this for the guyz? Just now Brock and Stuart absolutely erupted so feverishly into our mouths in such copious amounts in part because we've never before consummated any of our numerous plans to try wife swapping. But also because I don't believe either Brock or Stuart have 'come' at all the whole evening while we, in contrast, lost count? Am I right?"

"You are," replied Sonia as the elevator bumped to a halt with its three-woman load.

"Then, what's in it for them?"

"That's up to you two, really? I hope it's obvious that Stuart and Brock are welcome to accompany you to the club any time you're here. We don't really encourage their stopping by on their own, but any time you're here, of course they can come."

And changing tone, Sonia continued, "And I really mean cum (with a u)."

"How so, asked Joan?"

"Well, they can have sex with you for one. My husbands were uniformly turned on by my bringing them down here, and we had many multiple-orgasm encounters as a married couple in the Retreat. It's a lust-stimulating place. On that, I think we can all agree. Your reactions tonight (and I believe that of your husbands, the few times I slipped away and talked to them) suggest you four certainly found it so."

"So, they can get turned on by all the wife watching that takes place here and then join in with any of your sexual encounters with the staff. That kind of a male-male-female threesome happens all the time here. I've brought you back downstairs to show you a little of that type of sex before you go home." 

"In addition, your husbands can have sex with other women members here at the club with your explicit permission. In truth, there's not so much of that, but it does happen because we Cougars like to watch too. If a member wants to get it on with my husband, I might want to watch. I might not too, depending, but it's surely allowed. Consensual sex; that's the idea all around with you as the instigator and only with your consent."

Sonia continued, "You can imagine, most members come down to the Retreat to act out their Cougar fantasies with the staff on duty. They're the ones with the big cocks, right? Therefore, except for wife-watching, a husband is a little bit superfluous when you're here. But, two female members and a husband often do get together. Perhaps some member wants to sample your wares, so you ask if Stuart can join in. Most Cougars love threesomes (we'll see in a moment about you two?), so most members would readily agree to such a proposal. Or maybe a husband being involved is part of the deal requested by the member you approach. Nothing wrong with any of that. Instead, it's much to be encouraged in fact. I've seen marriages break up but subsequent FFM threesomes here at the club with a grieving divorcee lad to a new living-together arrangements or once even to a new marriage."




Dionysus Retreat, Sex Club Banquet



"All of that is possible, and perfectly fine, but it's not our reason for forming the Dionysus Retreat. This sex club is really here for you Cougars, your pleasure seeking, your sexual gratification, your 'getting off.' Hope that's not too shocking a way to put it? I like to be blunt! The point is you deserve it. You're the sexual catalysts behind all this. You deserve to have great sex, and more of it now that you've raised your families and have time to pursue it, than you did earlier. So, don't apologize for being a Cougar who wants it. Stuart will get off more rather than less, I assure you, once you're really sexed up and into our lifestyle. I believe you both said twice a week was your present sex incidence with your husbands. Right? Well, most of our members have sex twice a day! Once with their husbands at night or when they awake, and another time either here at the club or with sexual partners (often their husband) out across the town. Brandi, do you think Stuart would appreciate that change?"

"I surprised Stuart on his birthday last week with an 'afternoon's delight' at his office. I thought he was going to have a heart attack he was so excited. Good thing he's the boss because despite closing his curtains and my closing his door when I arrived, we were not very discrete. I had my first orgasm simultaneously with him at the four-minute mark. We stayed at it practically all afternoon. When Stuart's executive assistant realized how loud we were getting, she sent his office staff home early."

"See, there, what did I tell you? How about you Joan?" Sonia asked

"Brock would drool at the thought of my wanting to have sex twice a day all over the city."

It was a lot to take in, but Sonia Drapier was totally consistent in her vision that the Cougar wives were in charge. It was their pleasure-seeking that the Retreat had been designed to facilitate. And Brandi and Joan had understood that from the brochures and invitation documents. That made sense to them. To tell the truth, it was why they were here. Stuart and Brock had been given a veto, but once they decided to support joining the Retreat, it was the wives who had taken charge. There could be a win-win, but all this evening's events had reinforced the idea that Brandi and Joan were in charge, in charge of their own sexing and sexual partners, and to that extent in charge of the sex lives in their marital beds too. Not all men could deal with their wives newly found sexual prowess. But most really liked the extra sexuality exuded by their Cougar wives and that was worth the other changes.

"Now I want to send you home to enjoy some sleep, but before you go, there's one more thing I want you to experience your first night at the Retreat. It's the awesome sexual magic of group sex! Come with me please, and see if you don't want some. I'm betting you will. Then it may be I who will have to insist you go home; you two may not want to leave!"

Leading the wives back onto the long dark hall of strangely-titled rooms, Brandi spun on a dime and confronted her new protégés. "Now you two are going to need to trust me a little. There's something in here you're going to need before we go get involved in threesomes with some of our studs. Ok, do you trust me?" 

Brandi and Joan had the same thought zing into their heads. They had just followed this woman's lead into their first sexual experiences outside of marriage. What was a little more trust after following in Sonia's footsteps to that extent already tonight.

They looked at one another in unspoken conversation like only best friends can have, nodded, and said almost simultaneously, "Lead on!"

"So, come in here and let me introduce you to the automated ways we Cougars find sexual fulfillment when a man or the right man is not around."

Brandi and Joan had not noticed this door labeled simply "Other" when they came through several hours earlier. As the room opened before them it looked like a machine shop. Every manner of mechanical device was strewn about. A female staffer from the reception desk followed them in and occupied one of the machinery seats.

"Let me give you a demonstration of a variety of what are often called 'fucking machines.' I'm doing this for a specific reason that will become obvious in a few minutes. First, Harriet here will show you how the best damn rocking horse in existence works."

With that, redhead Harriet hiked up her already short skirt and carefully straddled a contraption of many levers and bicycle frame struts. Reaching into a case, she pulled out a thick nine-inch dildo that snapped onto a rod between her legs. Taking hold of two rubber covered handles she steadied herself as if on parallel bars in a gym. The entire device then went into motion: Harriet's bottom dropped and moved forward, her legs spread and her pussy opened, which was most important because the large artificial penis rose up out of the machinery and headed straight into her cunt. The farther Harriet pushed forward on this amazing rocking horse, the higher the dildo rose, and the deeper it penetrated. Harriet leaned forward and started moving back, pushing her butt in that direction, and the artificial cock slid down and out. Then forward again stopping only when it was fully embedded. 

"Some people swear by this one. Can't help but get yourself worked up if you like a sense of being in charge of penetration rate, depth, and duration. It's a real take-charge-of-your-own-orgasm kind of experience. Don't hesitate to give it a try the next time you're here."

"Also, notice the barrel device there called a Sybian. You've probably seen or heard about how it works. There are a variety of dildo attachments that go up top, but the main stimulation comes not from any vibrating internal plastic but from that infernal nappy rug of rubber nubbies on the base. Harriet show them where it goes."

Quick to comply, Harriet jumped off the rocking machine with an audible 'plop' as her cunt was vacated by the large dildo. She stepped out of her smocked-below-the-breast clubwear dress and set her pussy down atop the mounded rug of 100s of little hard rubber nubbies. The contours of the mound exactly fit onto a woman's pussy, spreading her lips and thereby placing the nubbies directly against her clit. Turning on a humming noise, Harriet immediately settled lower onto the mound, and the wives could easily tell from the look on Harriet's face and the amount of squirming she was already doing that a clitoral orgasm, maybe numerous clitoral orgasms (as many as the user could stand) were darn near inevitable in the very near future.

"The Sybian really gets you off without real penetration, though you can fit the insertion device with an attachment that goes right up your vagina and vibrates directly against your G-spot. It drives many of us absolutely crazy with mind-bending orgasms within three to five minutes. Not a bad addition to any woman's sex toys, am I right?"

The wives nodded in agreement but they were already intrigued by a serious of thin clear rubber pressure tubes attached to clear plastic vessels the size of beer steins and a metallic rod-shaped device attached to a flywheel.

"Now, that fucking machine is the reason I've brought you in here. We call it the 'Wonder Fuck' just for fun." said Sonia. "Many times when you want to have sex with some big cock guy you've met around here, you'll be naturally worried that he will not fit or that your internal organs just can't take such a 'monster cock.' Well, that's where this machine comes in."

"Harriet, if I can break you away from your nubbies. Harriet? Oh Harriet? Yes, ok, thank you, please join us over here. Harriet will now show you what this one is all about. It's a pussy trainer, in one sense. Some would say it trains pussies to be cunts. The point is this device will spread your vagina (or any other opening in your body, by the way) through repeated gentle probing to wider and wider dimensions, so you can accommodate any phallus of any size whenever you want."

Harriet was now lying back on thick heavy cushioned lounge equipment that looked like the examination table in an OB/ GYN's office. And sure enough, the stirrups were there. Harriet place her high heels in the stirrups (which looked kind of cool actually) and then reached down beside the device and brought two big clear plastic vessels to her chest. Each one she placed over her 36C cups. Attaching little protrusions in the end of the vessels to some hoses, Harriet then turned on a pump. With swishing noises, the air was sucked out of the vessels, and Harriet's breasts swelled to half again their original size. Her nipples stood like lighthouses as the rhythmic suction pressure triggered wave after wave of sucking sensation on her boobs.

"If you just want nipple elongation, and I see one of you could use a bit of that and other has no need at all, you can use those little attachments over there and put them right over your nipples rather than over your whole boob. I can watch my nipples literally extend out to twice their normal length with this machine. And that anatomy of your nipples stays in place for several hours. So sometimes if I know I'm going out with a real tits man, I'll come in here and elongate my nipples before going on the date. That can make for a pretty surprised look on the face of new boyfriends. Something Joan has probably experienced many times whenever her incredible, truly incredible nipples are revealed to a new male."

"Yes, you're right; the looks are priceless. And the extra attention to your nipples thereafter is an added bonus," quipped Joan. 

"Well, what I brought you in here to show you is the other more intrusive part of this device. It's a fucking machine of immense capabilities. Every dildo of any size can be fit on the end, and I've asked our Cougar member Randi to come along to show you how it works. Randi, would you please demonstrate the 'Wonder Fuck' for Brandi and Joan." 

Randi begin disrobing, slipping off her shoulders the flouncy little party dress she had worn to the banquet. Underneath, she was totally naked like Harriet, towering over everyone but Sonia in all her 5'9" glory accentuated by five-inch ankle-strap red heels.

"You see Randi was a woman with a problem. After college at Smith, she had lived for 25 years in an exclusively lesbian lifestyle. At 45, however, when she decided she wanted a man, she came to the Retreat. But of course we really specialize in fulfilling the dreams of women who are fantasizing about big cock sex. And Randi's problem was that she'd never had any sex whatsoever with a phallus of any kind or size. Never been married, never had any children, and never had any intimate boyfriends. Indeed, nothing bigger than a tampon had ever been in her cunt. Not only could she not have sex with any of our staff studs, she wasn't sure after all those decades if she could have sex with any cock at all. That in itself was a serious problem for her given that she now wanted to stretch herself (figuratively and physically) by no longer avoiding all cocks. It was a life cycle thing, and Brandi was changing her world view about the uses of the male organ."

"So, starting one afternoon about three o'clock, I put Randi on this fucking machine. We started with a four inch dildo the size of a finger. Of course she had already experienced many, many shallow finger insertions into her pussy as her female lovers sought out her G spot. So, a finger-size dildo was an especially natural starting point. When she was comfortable with the rhythmic fucking motion of a finger dildo, we then moved wider to a cigar, then a roll of quarters. Finally, we got up to a two-inch --wide dildo the size of a Red Bull can. There's a series of dildos over in that case. You can see beside each one an object demonstrating the dildo's thickness and its length. By six o'clock that first afternoon, Randi was ready to begin working on some depth -- i.e., on totally virgin territory down her vaginal canal. Here's what she is able to accommodate comfortably today."

Incredibly, Sonia was holding up a black dildo modeled on RamCola's 3 x 11 inch cock. She handled it to the somewhat butch-looking but very beautiful Cougar and asked her to demonstrate. Randi attached the dildo to the horizontal steel piston rod, pulled out and rolled on a Magnum condom, and then climbed onto the fucking machine spreading her pussy. The wives gasped. 

"My pussy is enormous now, isn't it?" said the former lesbian. 

Words just couldn't convey what Brandi and Joan were looking at. Randi had inner pussy lips that looked to be the size of monarch butterfly wings. If that weren't enough, gaping open between the huge winged inner lips was a dark cave of flesh that seemed to descend endlessly disappearing out of sight up into the 45 year-old's internal organs. The two newest Cougars were astonished. Despite all they had seen tonight and all they had read in the Guide to Big Cock Sex brochure, neither wife/initiate had ever really expected that a husband would be able putt golf balls into a cunt. Brandi and Joan had each assumed that had to be just a vibrant metaphor for lots of pussy lip stretching. But the reality of Randi's enormous gaping cunt made it clear such a thing was indeed possible. And there it was, three feet in front of the staring wives whose chins had practically fallen off.

"Why did I bring you down here to see this?" asked Sonia. Two reasons really: #1) it's possible to overdue any good thing. Not everyone wants a pussy the size of Randi's. I know I don't! I much enjoy a stretch now and then but not on RamCola's battering ram."

Brandi nudged Joan who was still examining the RamCola dildo up close. As she turned she encountered what Brandi had wanted her to see. Sonia was descending ever so slowly on an impressive black cock longer than RamCola's but not so big around. It was firmly planted on a stand-up suction cup base. As Sonia further impaled herself, she continued instructing her newest protégés, 

"So, keep that in mind Brandi as you fool around with Usa's enormous strap-on or Capstone wide flange. And Joan you do the same when you fool around with Doughboy's cock. Girls, as someone who's been into big cock sex for a long time, I need to advise you to give your pussies the occasional breather from those monstrous organs. Now, don't get me wrong, you may decide to head precisely where Randi did, pointing to her gaping man-cave. But unless you deliberately decide to end up there, give those pussies of yours a little time to recover from the biggest cocks here at the Retreat. Understand?"

Both Brandi and Joan nodded, looking just a little embarrassed about how obsessed they had allowed themselves to become their first night with the incredible-size organs at the Retreat. 

"In just a minute, I'm going to help you learn that lessen," added Sonia.

But, as to #2), in support of her decision, Randi can now accommodate any man who exists in this City or anywhere else without the slightest twinge of pain. That ability to 'swallow up' big cocks gives her a sense of power that is her new-found sexual identity. She started life as a lesbian, grew beautifully-stretched butterfly pussy lips over several decades in that lifestyle, and then decided she wanted to fear no man's penis size ever again. Now she enjoys sex with RamCola and a few of the other enormous cock guyz in our club. But the main thing is Randi has changed her body in a way that made sense to her, taking total control of her own sex life. I want you both to feel like you can do the same."

"I see Randi (who was in the middle of a very satisfying first orgasm) has hooked up two 'Wonder Fuck' machines over there equipped with dildos modeled after Rebel's supremely-veined cock. I believe your favorite sex partners on the initiation altars were Usa and Doughboy, but you did find Rebel's special cock very stimulating even though it was more moderately-sized, right Brandi?" Brandi nodded, dreamily remembering how her pussy had felt earlier when impaled on that incredible veined corkscrew of a cock.

"Before you go, I invite you both to train your muscle memory a little and go experience again the fucking you got on your first visit to the Retreat. Then we'll all go home. We've taken longer here than I intended; group sex can await another night."

Without apprehension in light of all the careful explanation and buildup, Joan and then Brandi made their way around in front of the fucking machines. Each examined the replica of the real-life big cock that had driven Joan out of her mind just two hours earlier. Satisfied that the swirling-vein dildo was true to the original, and being intrigued about whether unquestionably the best sex they'd ever experienced, could really be replicated by a machine, the wives got in position for their first machine fuck. This really was turning out to be a night of firsts for both initiates. 

Facing away and going to their knees, each wife reached behind and placed the tip of the Rebel dildos in their respective cunts. Dropping down on all fours, the newest Cougars signaled for Randi to 'start the engines.' Start them she did with long slow full depth penetration that caused both women to gasp again at just how much these big cocks opened them up. Every inch of their respective cunts (several inches beyond their normal fucking depths) was experiencing the extraordinary corkscrewing action of Rebel's criss-crossing veins. By gradually increasing and decreasing the depth and cadence, Randi played the two wives' orgasms like a concert master. Faster, slower, deeper, shallower, then surprise repetitions of each out of order. Finally, the wives got very vocal, Joan shouted,

"Randi, you've got to stop playing with us! Hard and fast. Full depth penetration, right now!"

"Ok, get ready, you harlots, here it comes!" she said, reaching for the controller.

Randi turned up a dial, and the machines steadily picked up the cadence to an RPM that no human male could match. Both women looked over at one another in shock at what they were feeling in their cunts. It was just out of this world how many waves of orgasm were rising to wash over their nervous systems and sear straight into the pleasure center in their brains. Screams erupted from both,

"Oh my gawd! Oh wow, I'm coming! Ah iiiiieeeeeeeee! How can it be SO good so quickly! Ah iiiieeeeeee! Ah eeeeeee! Yes, oh yesssssss! Again it comes, Ah iiiiieeeeeee! No way, how can it be? Here's another Ah iiieeeeeeeeeeee! They just won't stop! Ah iiiiieeeeeeee!" 

"Can you believe this? Oh gawwwwd, here it comes again, Ah iiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

Sonia turned away and headed out the door. She knew the screams would continue until either Randi turned off the equipment or the wives passed out. The dark corridor leading back to Floor 3 was long and her stiletto heels made sharp loud tapping sounds on the concrete, but they didn't drown out the screams still emanating from the two wives. 

"No....way! I'm going to come again, right now! Ah iiiieeeeeee! Shit, Joan can you hear me?

"I can hear you. I just can't think about hearing you. Oh gawd, again Ah iiiieeeeeee! Amazing, absolutely amazing! How many more? Oh, here it is again, Ah Ah iiiieeeeeeee!

As she left the floor, Sonia smiled. Randi was not being asked to turn off the sex machines that cuckolded the husbands in a different but highly effective way. Brandi and Joan's cries of pleasure continued unabated, and the two women would soon be too exhausted and sore to relieve their husbands in the morning with their now gaping pussies. Knowing she had left the two newest Cougars in 'good hands,' she headed downstairs to attend to other matters. Besides, she reasoned, even if the wives passed out, Randi had a very soothing tongue that would bring them around. Sonia was pleased with herself; the newest initiates to the Dionysus Retreat were doing just fine.




Dionysus Retreat, Sex Club Banquet



EPILOGUE

At 3:30 a.m., Joan and Brandi caught a cab home to the Upper East Side. It was 40 blocks but in the wee hours of the morning, they knew they'd have almost no time to talk before arriving at the doorman who served both of their buildings after midnight.  

Joan spoke first, "What d'ya think? Did we do the right thing to join the Dionysus Retreat tonight?"

"Your call?" replied Brandi. "At one level, the right question is, 'Did Brock and Stuart do the right thing?' Wonder if they've made up their minds about having us invited...?

Joan interrupted her in mid-question, "You mean you don't know yet? Stuart hasn't told you? They had nothing to do with our receiving the invitation!"

"No way!" Brandi blurted out. "You've got to be kidding? Stuart had no role in my joining a sex club and coming tonight --27 times. Oh wow! What about my marriage, Missy?" she asked Joan, 

More than a little peeved to be learning about this from her best friend just now, Brandi got a worried look on her face. Putting her head in her hands, Brandi continued, "Joan, he saw everything right up until we left with Sonia! He saw me having wild sex with six black guys and WhiteZilla!"

"It O.K." consoled Joan. "I'm sure the Brock and Stuart are fine with what unfolded; they're probably itching to hear us relate everything that happened after we left that they didn't see."

"I hope you're right, but I really don't think so!" Brandi said in a pitiful tone beginning to sob. "Stuart took his sexy wife to the Dionysus Retreat and had to leave without me who he now probably perceives as a slut! At the least, I should have gone home with him after the banquet!"

"Listen, we can get through this," said Joan. "You'll see. Tell you what. You know how much Brock hates being waked up in the middle of the night. Suppose I come home with you and help you and Stuart work things out. I believe there's no problem, but I'll come up with you and then go home and meet Brock before he goes to work out at the gym."

As the cab turned off Seventh Avenue into East 92nd, Jacob was taking a little breather outside the doorway to Brandi's building. He snubbed out his cigarette and stepped toward the slowing cab. The first thing he saw emerging as the cab door opened was an incredibly long pair of black vinyl boots rising well up above the knee. As doorman on duty for the whole block, Jacob was a little dubious. Few residents came home this late, at least not in this upscale neighborhood. But when he saw the gorgeous big-breasted Mrs. Brandi Westerholm sliding out to teeter atop the stiletto red heels of those incredible boots, he was glad for his decision. She was by far the hottest woman in the building. Many of the building staff talked about it. They all had experienced chance encounters with the 5' 9" former prom queen, The Cougar as they called her, and it enlivened their otherwise boring days. Now it was Jacob's turn! Given her shaky stance, Jacob offered his hand to help Brandi out of the street and onto the high curb. She refused, saying "Jacob, please give my friend a hand."

Spinning smartly about, he saw a second woman, identically-dressed, swinging her legs up to slide across the wide Chevy Impala leather seat. As she did so, the leopard skin coat rode up her white boots, then up her bare thighs, and Jacob soon saw a crotchless monokini framing a hairless pussy. Jacob couldn't help staring. Joan still was wearing no panties! Stunned by her gaping hole and surrounding distended pussy lips like he'd never seen, Jacob was transfixed. Seeing the unfolding spectacle, Brandi intoned,

"Avert your eyes, Jacob. Mrs Hockaday's had a little too much to drink!" 

That of course didn't exactly explain the bare gaping pussy. Brandi stepped off the curb and offered Joan her own hand. Embarrassed that he been caught staring inappropriately at a tenant's late night guest, Jacob double-timed over to the front entrance. Summoning all his strength to swing open the double-wide brass doors, he managed to step to the side just as the two leopard-skin coats swept by. Fearing for his job, Jacob avoided making eye contact with Mrs. Westerholm and breathed easier when the two visions of abject sexuality stepped aboard a waiting elevator and disappeared from view. 

Brandi unlocked her 8th floor apartment, and she and Joan slipped quietly into a darkened living room. But before they could drop their coats, they noticed the bright lights emanating from the master bedroom. Tiptoeing down the hall and peeking around the partially-opened bedroom door, they spied Stuart sitting up in bed reading the novel Brandi had left on his bedside table. Diaries of a New Orleans Madame was something Sonia Drapier had sent to both wives in order to introduce their husbands to a sex club owned and operated by women. A long email about the book then followed. Neither Brandi nor Joan had been able to figure out how the Dionysus Retreat got their email addresses. After discussing the matter, of course, both women did just as they been instructed, placing the paperback on their husband's pillow of their marital beds as the last task before leaving for the initiation events.

Just as intended, Stuart had come back from the Retreat and begun reading it. As best as they could determine, he was half-way through the racy scenes. Naked to the waist and sporting a rock-hard dick, Stuart was wearing the transparent Speedo Brandi had bought him in the hotel gift shop while the husbands were checking out in St. Lucia. Clearly visible thru the transparent nylon, Stuart's erection was huge by the standards of the Westerholm's bedroom. Unlike the wife-initiates who had orgasmed more times than they could count in the last couple of hours, Stuart had obviously saved himself for his wife's return. Apparently, he intended, if Brandi agreed, to have some 'morning delight' when she came home in the wee hours.

"Brandi, are you still really worried about all the sexing we got last night whilst Stuart and Brock got 'stiffed?' inquired Joan.

"You know I am! I truly am," implored Brandi.

"I've got an idea how to make it all better! Do you trust me?"

You know I do," whispered Brandi as Stuart peered toward the voices he detected in the hallway.

"Will you trust me with your husband? "

Brandi hesitated for half a heartbeat, but then quickly nodded, authorizing whatever Joan had in mind. This pattern had repeated itself dozens of times since their days as college roommates. 

"O.K. let's make one of his fantasies come true and give him a 'roll in the hay' with not one but two gorgeous women! Just follow my lead."

Brandi was stunned but before she could raise any objection, Joan was already moving through the doorway into Stuart's view.

"Well, my man Stuart, what do you think of your prom queen Brandi now? Is she sexually liberated enough for you?"

"Joan??? Where's Brandi? Oh Brandi...hi! I've been thinking about you and getting more than a little worried," he replied.

Well, Stu, looks to me like you've been thinking about something else. Look at that big boy popping up out of your shorts!" said Joan with approval.

"Um, well. Yes, I guess I have been fantasizing the last few minutes," replied Stuart.

Joan continued, "Stuart, Brandi and I have talked! How would you like to make what Brock tells me is one of your fantasies come true and have a threesome with both of us, right here, right now?"

Thinking she might be kidding and suspecting a mental trap, Stuart turned to his wife and asked expectantly, "Brandi, are you fine with this?"

"Not only am I fine with it, hun, Joan and I have been practicing for this for weeks! We didn't know whether it would be you or Brock first. Looks like you're the lucky one!"

"Well then drop those coats and get over here, right this very minute!" commanded Stuart, taking charge at least temporarily.

THE END



Dionysus Retreat, Sex Club Spa



Twenty minutes later, looking through a two-way illuminated panel on their side of Floor 2, the husbands spied their wives. Now costumed, Joan Hockaday exuded sexuality from every pore of her body. Her platforms had been replaced by red high-heeled ankle strap peep-toe pumps with the same 5 inch heels she had pranced around on since her teenage cheerleading days. Joan's legs were encased in shimmering white hosiery as sheer as the best French textilers knew how to make it. They were topped with two inches of red lace that attached to an 8-strap white lace garter belt. The white lingerie and splash of red set off beautifully Joan's blond bush. Joan's naturally blond locks were gathered by a wild red sash bandana tied up to look like a pirate queen. 

As required, Joan's pussy was fully exposed, looking slightly different than Brock had remembered from their love-making earlier in the week. No one had bothered to offer Joan any panties, and knowing the rules on non-stop exhibitionism, she had not asked. In bathing during the afternoon in preparation for the Retreat, Joan had decided to shave her pussy for literally the first time ever. Below a neatly-trimmed triangle of naturally blond hair, Joan's pussy was now hairless. 

Her pencil-thick womanly outer lips were exaggerated by their new-found baldness. But what was most distinctive was the conspicuous ridge down the mid-line of her crotch just above her pussy. She had always been very sensitive around the hooded area over her clit, but until she shaved off all the hair, she didn't really realize how developed the structure of her clitoral ridge had gotten. There it stood like a pup tent with her clit just barely peeking out under the end of the hood. For years Brock had used two fingers to pull on that part of her anatomy as regular foreplay but now in her early fifties, she realized his hundreds of foreplay ministrations to her pussy had really had a permanent effect.

Taken aback by his wife's transformation to a sultry sex siren, Brock was unable to speak. Stuart, on the other hand, was riveted on another part of Joan's costume and bursting to speak. He pointed saying,

"Wow, look at the nipples on those tits! I have never seen anything like that! They're out of this world!" 

At the costume shop, going with the theme of her arrival outfit accentuating her new breasts, Joan had donned an open tit conical bra right out of Madonna's concert wardrobe. The open tit ends revealed the longest, thickest, reddest nipples Stuart had ever laid eyes on. Joan's tight blouses and sweaters had always featured her massive boobs but given their sheer weight, she had never gone braless. In the summer non-nylon material in her skimpiest bikini tops had not revealed the 1¼ inch elongated nipples the surgeons had been stunned by when doing her breast augmentation from a 34B to a 34D cup. Having tugged and twirled and sucked on those miraculous nipples for the four years they dated and the twenty years of marriage since, Brock had kept their existence a secret from even his closest friend. But to Stuart's new found delight, Joan's startlingly udder-like nips were now on full display. 

The cone bra made Joan look like a Viking queen right out of a comic book or video game. It encased her augmented heavy breasts in tighter and tighter circles of elasticized red ribbing on a white background until at the seventh ring they encircled and left uncovered the fleshy structure at the base of her elongated nipples. Elastic pinched the nerve endings, and extra blood flow engorged and reddened the long tit shafts. Brock even imagined that those glorious pleasure centers were several shades redder than he'd ever seen them. In fact, Joan's nipples had indeed been heavily rouged by the glamour consultants on Floor 2. They had realized the Retreat members would want to remember Joan as the initiate with nipples that just wouldn't quit. 

And that was not all Brock and Stuart noticed. 

When Brandi appeared in the next illuminated panel, her face was completely hidden by a Rio Carnival mask, but the flaming red hair, 38Cs, and thigh-high boots were unmistakable. The rest of Brandi's arrival clothes were nowhere to be seen. In their place, female attendants in the costume shop on Floor 2 had persuaded her to wear something Stuart found incredible because it was more revealing than anything Brandi had ever put on even in their own bedroom. Brandi's gorgeous pear-shaped 38Cs, giant headlights, and erect nipples were now on full display for all to see in a cupless heavily-boned corset of Corinthian black leather. The tea cup size auroleas were her most distinctive feature; they were truly extraordinary! Had she been a runway lingerie model rather than a beauty queen contestant, the headlights alone would have assured her success. Looking lower, Stuart saw that surrounding her wide hip bones was more black leather -- a minipant that laced down over her flaming red mound, hardly covering her pussy, and then continued lacing right around and up the crack of her ass. 

Stuart realized he should have been more prepared for Brandi's startling transformation by the briefing on the first floor. Tits and pussies of all women in the Dionysus Retreat were fully exposed at all times. He knew that but Stuart just had not yet wrapped his mind around the fact that this condition of admission would include his wife. There was little doubt about it now; there Brandi stood in all her sexed-up glory. If she had been stunning upon arrival, now Brandi's lusty sexpot image in the black leather corset/minipant and thigh-high boots was enough to take a man's breath away. His friend Brock broke the silence.

"Stuart, I've wanted Brandi in the worst way for years. I think you know that. We've talked about it. Even talked that one night when we were all so drunk about trying to get the girls into wife swapping, but I have to tell you. Your wife is the sexiest thing I've every laid eyes on, in magazines, on videos, anywhere! If she weren't on the other side of these two-way illuminated panels, I don't know if I could control the lust I'm feeling right now. Brandi looks like a sexpot fantasy, pure and simple. Any male she meets in that outfit will say anything and do anything to get into those lace-up hot pants. I know I would, and I'm your closest friend. What have we gotten ourselves into?" 

Stuart grew momentarily concerned too, but quickly his overriding emotion again took over. This (lucky?) husband found himself feeling an uncontrollable lust not for a stripper or a porn star or an inappropriately dressed sexy woman at work but for his own wife of thirty years. The Cougar Game was already having one of its intended effects on the husbands. But, Brandi was on the other side of the glass and headed for an elevator to Floor 3. 

A loudspeaker then projected a strong female voice reminding Stuart and Brock that they must now delay their progress into the upper floors of the Game while their wives got fifteen minutes ahead of them in the initiation proceedings. Just as the husbands realized their wait would be interminable, the woman's voice noted that the delay from Floor 3 to Floor 4 would be even longer -- a full thirty minutes. 

Each husband was lost in his own thoughts as the big clock strategically placed beside their stairwell to Floor 3 ticked ever so slowly. Each passing minute was accompanied by a loud tick as the large hand moved one notch closer to their release. Three minutes, five, seven went by. It seemed to Stuart like hours. He could only imagine what Brandi had gotten into, and what or who had gotten into Brandi. Most importantly from the perspective of the designers of the Cougar Game, he desperately wanted to see, to watch her! 

At the appointed moment, both husbands were on the bottom step poised bizarrely like tuxedoed track sprinters. When the loudspeaker announced, "You may proceed," Stuart and Brock raced up the twenty treads to Floor 3.

The psychological and eroto-physical effect on both husbands was just what the designers of the Cougar Game had intended. Each lusted after their own spouse, but like never before, each also lusted after the other's wife. Knowing full well the effect his sex partner's transformation was having on a virile male substitute standing right alongside caused each husband substantial angst. Especially since their wives were calling the shots, both husbands just wanted to rush headlong into the next experience and see what the ladies were up to. 

Neither yet fully comprehended the breadth and depth of eroticism and infidelity that was about to unfold. Their wives didn't fully yet understand either. With 6-inch boners raging in their tuxedo pants, the husbands raced to the next set of panels that would reveal what was going on upstairs. 

Dionysis Retreat Floor 3

At the illuminated two-way panels for Floor 3, the husbands stopped in their tracks. What they saw caused Brock and Stuart to immediately sense that things would never be the same again. For there amidst a spa of foliage, waterfalls, and pools were tight clusters of people whose presence shocked them to their cores. Their scantily-clad wives had been joined by many people -- mostly men -- and practically all of them were black. Every shade of the absence of color was present from light-skinned Caribbeans to jet black Nigerians, and everything in between. Each man was an Adonis—huge chests, deeply muscled thighs and calves, and all were naked. The staff had removed their tuxedo jackets and moved about as members, and perhaps they were. Members indeed, thought Stuart, naked members.

Stuart and Brock's eyes alighted on one singular object located everywhere they looked across the panoramic scene. Hanging with lazy and therefore somewhat more foreboding indifference between each black man's legs was an absolutely enormous prick. Bigger pricks than either husband had ever laid eyes on before in all their years of locker rooms at school, college, and the gym. Some were longer than others, some were uncut, and some were circumcised but all were huge. 

The black male organs looked like flashlights they were so thick, some two and even three inches wide. And many were ten or twelve inches long, twice the phalluses that Stuart and Brock had used to initiate their wives into the pleasures of raw sex. These studs were clearly sex machines capable of driving compliant women who gave themselves over to be pleasured by them up onto higher and higher waves of orgasmic delight than they had ever previously experienced. Scattered throughout the spa there were several husbands accompanying women dressed like Joan and Brandi. Drinking from long-stemmed glasses, each "cougar" was surrounded by several attentive black studs and a white male or two.

The central alcove of the spa had a giant belching hookah and ten pipes trailing into the foliage. Occasionally, a white woman and her black admirers would approach the hookah and take several tokes before moving back into the steam rooms or hut tubs. Although no touching was visible across the entire spa, Stuart and Brock could only imagine what was happening beneath the water of the hub tubs and in the steam rooms. Though disengaged by virtue of the separation afforded Brandi and Joan due to the mirrored glass panels (and the time delay), Stuart and Brock were deeply intrigued; they wanted to watch.

It had come time for the wives to meet Sonia Drapier, creator of the Cougar Game. Sonia Crown Drapier (Lady Sonia to her friends and lovers) was a 56 year old knockout. From high cheekbones to slim ankles, every inch of her 5'11" frame was perfection. She had married and divorced five powerful handsome men in the professions and executive management. Not a one of the five could keep up with her wit, her drive, her self-confidence, her raw intellect, or her voracious sexual appetite. Most people in town assumed Lady Sonia had taken as many lovers when she was married as in her more freewheeling days before or since. Sonia may have been a cougar; indeed she was the cougar in chief, but Sonia Drapier was no slut. She had broken up lots of marriages, and triggered more multi-orgasmic hours of intercourse than any other woman in the city, but men chased her (always had and still did), not the other way around.

When Sonia simultaneously tapped Joan and Brandi on their shoulders, both women practically jumped out of their skins. Slowly they turned with lowered eyes, drawn ever slowly higher to what they thought would be some guy's monstrously large cock. Instead, their furtive glances revealed sheer black stockings encasing impossibility long legs atop peep toe red satin high-heeled mules. Raising their eyes still higher, they saw fully-exposed bulbous 36Ds on a shelf bra atop a corset laced up the back. Sonia Drapier looked gorgeous in gold bracelets and large gold hoop earrings. Her make-up was perfect, her demeanor was calming, and her words allowed the wives to take a deep breath for the first time in 90 seconds. 

"So glad you two decided to join us for the evening's adventure. I'm Sonia Drapier, creator of the Cougar Game. Although I don't own or operate the Dionysis Retreat, I did create the concept of the five floors of initiation events you two will experience tonight. Remember you have shown a great sense of adventure just coming here, and you can decide to stop the evening on any floor level at any time."

"Your husbands and (if you so choose) your new lovers will always follow your lead. That's the way we play the Cougar Game; you are in charge. I'll always be close by if you ever have any doubt about that. Throughout your first evening here, just look to me for guidance if you're uncertain about what to do. For now, you could go check out that closest hot tub over there. But you look like you're dying to ask me some questions, right?"

"First," said Brandi quietly, "Why are practically all the men around us black?" 

"That's actually easy to explain," responded Sonia. "It drives your husbands absolutely crazy with lust (lust that you can channel) to watch you around these enormous black cocks. Husbands have dicks or pricks." Pointing in several directions, Sonia continued, "These are not; they're 'cocks.' You're already beginning to appreciate the difference I suspect. That's one reason why we celebrate so blatantly the long thick black phallus?"

"In the Caribbean last summer, Joan and I encountered a black cock like that one there," Brandi said pointing to a black staffer walking by with a flaccid but already thick eleven incher bouncing off his thighs as he walked. 

"But last summer we thought that man (who was our masseuse's husband) was just a physical oddity, a freak. In fact, now I realize that when his member was hanging down below the massage table eighteen inches from our faces as he worked out the knots in our back and calf muscles, that there was an explicable completely natural reason our pussies got so wet. These big black cocks are all around us as potential sex partners all the time, aren't they?"

"Yes they are, my dear. And I try to bring you the best of the lot here at the club."

"And second," Sonia continued. "As I think you've already noticed, these black studs make excellent eye candy for building our own female lust. Like men, we Cougars don't associate sexuality just with relationships; we like our visual stimuli too. There you've heard it; I've called us proudly 'Cougars' for that indeed is just what we are, and you may wish to be one too."

"Well, I know what you mean there too," Joan intoned. "At St. Lucia when the masseuse flipped us over on our backs, her husband sat down on the sofa not at the heads end but at our exposed end, looking up between our legs. As his wife worked down the front side of our bodies from our shoulders and our chests to our stomach, hips and then our thighs, we sat up on our elbows. We looked at her husband while he looked up at our pussies. An absolutely gargantuan cock erected. The more she kneaded our flesh between our thighs, the bigger his cock grew, and the hotter we got! Both Brandi and I began to gush wet spots onto the leather massage tables as we watched his organ grow. So 'eye candy'; we know what you mean!"

Sonia concluded the enlightenment of the wife-initiates,

"Finally and most importantly, long thick cocks feel really good; they make for wild uncontrollable multiple orgasms unlike anything most women have ever experienced. Our club is about big cock sex, not black cock sex. It just so happens a lot of the sexual characteristics we Cougars want -- big cocks, stamina, and lust -- are all found in the loins of young black men. Tonight is your chance to find out about all that! On the upper floors things get more touch-oriented. But here on Level 3 you can look all you want. Indeed the rule on this 3rd Floor is 'no-touch, only look.' "

"As first-timers, I suggest you go dangle your toes in that closest hot tub, have some more champagne, and then later maybe try the hookah. I'll come and check on you again in a few minutes. Remember your husbands are always a level below you in the Game. They're enjoying watching, but not what you do here, not until you decide to move on to Floor 4. Have fun?"

Brandi and Joan stepped as inconspicuously as high heels on marble and a natural self consciousness about their fully exposed tits and pussies could allow towards the steaming swirling water. Sitting on the edge of the hot tub, they reached down to take off their expensive new shoes and boots from the Costume Shop on Level I. Before they could do so, however, their glasses were refilled. In the relaxed and chemically-induced state of sexual arousal they had already reached, both wives took another moment to look around. The first thing they saw was a sign beside the hot tub which read 

Ladies, Wear Your Heels At All Times Whilst In the Retreat. 

You Never Know When You Might Get A Chance To Leave Heel 

Marks on the Ceiling. 

So, Ladies If You Take Them Off Here 

at the Hot Tubs, Put Them Back On When You Leave.

And Certainly Wear Them in Bed! 

The two wife-initiates giggled like schoolgirls. Leaving your heels on all night even when you go to bed made both women think of deep penetration sex each had experienced with thighs spread wide as their husbands had lifted their butts and placed their ankles onto their shoulders. It was just missionary position sex on steroids but Stuart and Brock had gotten every millimeter as deep as their six-inch organs would allow. Once, Joan remembered, on their Trans-Canadian train trip, she and Brock had actually left heel marks on the ceiling in a sleeping car berth. The sex had been great that night. Something about spreading wide and being totally opened up by a pile-driving lover made the difference. She told Brandi about her memory, and they both laughed. 

Brandi could have reciprocated by telling Joan that the night before, she had gotten just such a heels-in-the-air pounding from Stuart. Brandi figured her husband had been unusually amorous because he was concerned about measuring up, given their impending visit to a group sex club. But Brandi said nothing; she wanted Joan to feel like she as the Viking Queen was taking the lead each step they went further into the initiation events. That seemed to make Joan more comfortable. It was natural and totally instinctive for her to be the most forward about sex. Always had been like that, right from her cheerleader days. But the concept of 'heels on the ceiling' had caused a little squirt of wetness to seep around Joan's pussy lips too and out onto the cold marble on which she and Joan were seated. "Heels on the ceiling" had struck a resonant chord with both initiate/wives, just as the Cougar Game designers had intended.

A few more sips from their champagne and self-conscious quick glances at their surroundings brought Brandi's attention to a new sight. She nudged Joan and pointed in the direction of a woman about their age in a French Maid's costume who was whispering in her seatmate's ear. Something she was saying had gotten his rapt attention because her black male partner began growing an obvious erection. Initially, his penis uncoiled and ran down the length of his thigh. Because the two apparent amours were only ten feet away on a marble bench and because their crotches were at the wives' eye level, the reality of what was happening could not be denied. Although neither the French maid nor the black stud were touching one another, his living, pulsing sex organ thickened, straightened, engorged its veins and then rose off the marble bench. At first imperceptibly, but then it lifted one, two, three inches above the stud's thighs. Eventually his thick black twelve-incher stood out at a 45 degree angle.




Dionysus Retreat, Sex Club Spa



Brandi and Joan were staring, their mouths agape, and their lips went dry. None of this erecting of a massive black cock was anatomically unusual but for the fact that neither wife had ever seen an erection of more than six inches. The jet black monster before their eyes was close to twice that long and as thick as a Red Bull can. Each wife continued to look on in amazement at the still growing big black cock and quickly drank another long deep swallow of champagne. 

Sonia appeared out of nowhere and settled beside them, refilling their glasses once more, and remarked, 

"See what I mean about eye candy? Good lessen there as well for all of us. Just talking about what you plan to do with a man's cock, can make it rock hard without even doing any of what you describe." 

Sonia then asked if they wanted instruction in using the hookah. Both wives were relieved to be leaving the erection scene unfolding before them. What they didn't know was that this sequence of arousal and escape, arousal and escape had been carefully orchestrated for their benefit as initiates into the Cougar Game.

Sonia swung her gorgeous long legs up and away from the hot tub. In the middle of the 

smooth arching motion, right when her crotch was directly across from Brandi and Joan faces, she made a subtle adjustment opening her legs just a bit, not unnaturally but with a deliberate manner and a sly smile. Again, the wives looked agog at one another. Their new friend's crotch remained open just long enough for each initiate/wife to get a fleeting but significant glance at Sonia's very long pussy lips. The hairless plump wrinkled folds hung two and half inches below the edging of Sonia's G string. Just thinking about it, Brandi's crotchless fishnet pantyhose immediately got a little wet around her own pussy lips. 

"Did you see that?" asked Brandi, as they followed Sonia's clacking stiletto red heels and shapely rear end covered only by a G-string across to the hooka.

"Yes, initially I thought my eyes were deceiving me," replied Joan with an incredulous tone. "Never in all my school showers or fun and games at the sorority house did anyone come close to having pussy lips that plump and long." 

"They have to be surgically enhanced, right?" 

"I've heard about genital enhancement plastic surgeons but I think they minimize pussy lips and tighten vaginas, not the other way around," replied Joan.

No surprise that Sonia's pussy was fully exposed; they all were. But each wife wondered to herself what sexual tugging and pulling could possibly have elongated Sonia's pussy lips that much? Brandi thought she spotted the flash of some golden ringlets of intimate body jewelry. Maybe the weight of that metal had stretched out Sonia's pussy lips. Soon they were to find out otherwise. Sonia's distended lips had been lengthened by literally thousands of hours of big cock sex.

Upon slight reflection, Brandi and Joan realized their own fleshy pussy lips (at least when swollen after sex acts or in anticipation thereof) looked more like Sonia's than they did the tight-lipped crevices that the two wives had seen staring back at them in their hand-held mirrors as teenagers. Just then Joan caught sight of Brandi's pussy lips as she bent over at the waist to pick up a replacement champagne glass. Come to think of it, Brandi's outer lips already looked quite a bit like Sonia's from that angle. Framed by the elastic bands around Brandi's crotchless fishnets, sure enough her outer lips were plump and full just like Sonia's. But there was no comparison between the tight inner ring of Brandi's flesh and Sonia's distended inner pussy lips. 

Joan didn't know for sure yet, but she suspected that by the end of the Cougar Game, if they chose to stay and play, their pussies would be changed forever. Elongated outer and inner pussy lips like Sonia's were a badge of honor at the Dionysus Retreat. Had Brandi and Joan looked around, they would have counted many such conspicuously hanging pairs of nether lips.

The hookah pipe proved to be a breakthrough experience for both Brandi and Joan in finally totally losing all their remaining inhibitions. Sonia showed them how to hold the aphrodisiac-laden smoke deep in their lungs and then lean back and stare at the mosaic ceiling. After several rounds of smoking the hookah individually, Sonia found the two wives pretty well stoned on the powerful hashish they were smoking. She then encouraged them to take turns drawing the smoke and passing it with a long kiss to the other woman waiting still flaked out on her back from the previous round. 

Brandi said, "Joan you go first like you always do and bring some hooka smoke back to me." 

"Ok, you little spoiled darling of a prom queen!," replied Joan who stumbled toward the hookah. On her way back, Joan tripped in her high-heeled boots but caught herself and remembered to retain the hash smoke in her lungs. 

A black stud helped her to her feet and walked her back towards Brandi.

"Those are some mighty fine nipples you've got poking out the end of that Madonna cone bra," he complimented.

Joan answered, "Well thank you, and that's a mighty fine looking footlong hanging between your thighs." As she did so, she realized she'd lost her lungful of hash smoke. "Oh shit! Got to go back."

"No problem. I'll help you," said the young black with the long flaccid cock swaying as he walked.

He stepped toward the hooka, took in a big draught from one of the pipes, walked back in Joan's direction, and turned his head to offer it to her mouth to mouth. Momentarily hesitating and wondering if this would violate the no-touch rules of Floor 3, Joan decided it wouldn't and leaned in. The fleshy lips of the young stud made contact and tongue met tongue. Just as Joan was about to swirl her tongue in a trademark gesture she'd used on boys since junior high, an enormous lungful of hot smoke passed out of the stud's chest and into hers. Startled, Joan stepped back, but this time she remembered to shut her mouth so she could take the hash smoke back to Brandi.

Before he whirled away, the young man stepped in close and whispered to Joan, "Look again sexy mama. My cock's no longer twelve inches, you've made it fourteen." 

Joan was stunned by what she saw, the young stud's cock had indeed hardened and begun to erect. Six inches engorged and now rigid stood out at a 45 degree angle from his body and another eight inches flopped over still filling with blood. It was a sight to behold, and Joan starred and starred as the black stud walked away.

Kneeling down, she invited Brandi to open her lips with a fingertip touch and then expelled the hash smoke into Brandi's waiting now-opened mouth. Physically exhausted from her exertion amidst such a chemically-induced stupor and emotionally drained by her encounter with the footlong, Joan rested her head on Brandi's topless corset. Her mouth was only an inch from Brandi's nipple. Mistaking Joan's hot breath and heavy breathing for a bit of foreplay, Brandi slid her hand down between Joan's legs. Feeling what was happening but being in something of a fog herself, Joan snaked out her tongue and flicked at Brandi's tit.

Both wife initiates were under constant surveillance. Yet, no one appeared out of the wings to stop the touch-laden heavy petting scene that was unfolding behind the hookah pipe. Many members noticed, nodded to one another and smiled. Lady Sonia had identified two hot ones to play the Cougar Game! 

Sonia signaled to let the wife-initiates sexual foreplay and more go on. Both Joan and Brandi were a little too stoned to actually bring one another to orgasm. The wives tried but in their semi-conscious state, the fine motor skills of licking and lightly fingering one another were almost impossible. Eventually, Brandi and Joan came to rest in a 69 position just staring at one another's pussies.

Sonia gave them a moment's breather and then approached to tell the wives (with pleasant matter-of-factness) that they were actually touching themselves and each other sexually in violation of the Floor 3 rules. She then teased, 

"Go upstairs and get a room" and nodded toward the stairs to the 4th Floor. 

Helping them to their feet, Sonia said she would accompany them upstairs. As Brandi put a first boot on the step to Floor 4, Stuart and Brock got tape-delayed access to the Floor 3 events their wives had just experienced.



Dionysus Retreat, The Initiation



As they arrived on Level 5 of the Game, the wife-initiates were handed tall Champagne glasses filled with an elixir of honey and Red Bull to wash it down, a powerful mixture to accelerate the release of Brandi and Joan's endorphins. In case their natural sensual reaction to all the foreplay had not produced enough sexual tension, the Cougar Game designers intended each new wife initiate to approach first couplings at the Retreat with a sexual hunger bordering on frenzy. The wives pussies ached, their nipples had reddened and elongated, and what had been erasure-head clits swelled to large marbled orbs hypersentive to the slightest touch. Brandi and Joan were prepared in mind and body for life-changing sex.

The Performance Chamber transformed quickly into a new erotic setting. Now at center stage were two black marble platforms each with a piece of black leather and chrome furniture bolted atop. The two altar-like structures were encircled by amphitheatres containing enough curving seat pads on three levels for perhaps thirty on-lookers each. The amphitheatres were steep, so events on the two initiation altars would take place close to the surrounding seats, less than fifteen feet from the on-lookers in the middle row, closer down below, and slightly farther away up top, but still very close to the action. 

More importantly, each altar's 'fucking chair' lived up to its name. As designed by the Bauhaus followers of Le Corbusier in early twentieth century Berlin, the undulating black leather and chrome lounge chair's elegant simplicity had markedly improved on Cleopatra's chaise lounge chair on which the Queen of the Nile had seduced Mark Anthony. Rising from a stable dropped footrest to overlay a peaked ridge of chrome that naturally fit the contour of a bended knee, undulations of strong taut leather continued downward to a deep V where asses could nestle before the leather circled below a chrome bar and then rose asymmetrically to a long comfortable back and neck support. The whole structure was over-engineered to support two adults in passionate rough sex without the slightest give or creak. The genius of the design lay in the positions for intercourse accommodated so naturally by the shape of the leather planes in the undulating surfaces of the chair. Hence, this icon of modern design had been nickname "the fucking chair." 

Tingling with a sexual fever they had never known before, Brandi and Joan were led to their respective initiation altars. The ceremonies would take place simultaneously but neither woman would see what was happening to the other. These were individual matters to be decided by each of the wives/initiates based on their own logic, instincts, and impulses. No one doubted the ultimate outcome would be an act of wild intercourse and mind-bending orgasm, a definitional act of infidelity the women knew their husbands would be watching. But such conflicting issues were the farthest thing from their sex-riveted minds. Brandi and Joan's only immediate questions were their choice of sexual partners, the pace at which their defilement would proceed, and the number of repetitions before the Cougar Game ended. 

Perched on their chrome and leather fucking chairs, Joan and Brandi turned to look at the Dionysus Retreat members at their feet in the lowest circle of seats. None of them were men with whom they had experienced foreplay on Level 4. Similarly, at waist level in each amphitheatre, onlookers who were not their intended sex partners lounged about, many smiling encouragement in their direction. The top row was where their potential sex partners waited for selection. It was accessible back and forth between Brandi and Joan's amphitheatres so they could share studs if they wanted. Only when their eyes rose to the top row did each wife see the cocks they had played with downstairs.

And lots of cocks there were: long narrow cocks well over a foot in length hanging almost to the knee, thick cocks the size of a Coke can that perhaps could fit inside an experienced woman's cunt. One three-inch diameter phallus was short and insanely squat perhaps just two inches longer than their husband's penises. Joan looked up this stud's torso and recognized Doughboy, the stud she'd made a mental note about in the darkened hallway of louvered doors downstairs. Another three-inch-thick cock was almost twice their husband's length and looked like RamCola's. Maybe it really was? A fourth cock was curved with a distinct left veer about one third up from its root. Lefttwist on a doorplate echoed in their memories. Another had dozens of crimson veins throbbing and pulsating in a spider web across the length of the shaft like pencil-size ropes. Brandi recognized Rebel to whom she had given a blowjob on the floor below. Sonia had instructed him to move back and forth between the two amphitheatres enhancing his chance of being chosen first. WhiteZilla, with whom Sonia herself had engaged in oral sex behind one of the louvered doors, was on the top row. Another potential partner up there had a nice nine incher (50% longer than their husband's dicks). Intriguing to Joan, this 2 ½ -thick cock was topped by a wide-flanged mushroom-shaped head. Joan figured the extra wide 3 inch+ rim of this man's cockhead would rub continuously against her G-spot. Such a phallus would answer for sure her burgeoning curiosity about just how intense an orgasm induced by a big cock could feel. She wanted to experience that without forcing the entire length of her entire vagina to double its breadth from 1 ½ to 3 inches in the first moments of her extramarital fucking. Thereafter, she reasoned this staffer named Capstone would be able to use her released juices to open her up nine inches deep—half again deeper than Brock had ever gone. 

But she was less intrigued by length than by thickness. An incredible feeling of being "filled up" by a man's thickness not his penetration depth was what made big cock sex the mind-blowing experience she had read it could be in Sonia's guidebook. Although she wasn't ready to stretch her cunt to accommodate a Coke can like Doughboy or RamCola, Joan liked the idea of Capstone's wide-flanged cockhead maintaining continuous contact with the inner walls of her still tight and relatively narrow vagina. In short, Joan wanted a mind-bending G-spot orgasm to start her evening's final adventure. 

Stuart and Brock had always wondered what it would be like to peek in on intimate relations between Brandi or Joan and a new lover. Wife watching was why they had encouraged their wives to go ahead and make the call to respond to the invitation to the Dionysus Retreat. Neither had triggered the invitation in any way, but they were both intrigued by their foursome experience in St. Lucia. Stuart and Brock had mentally prepared for wife swapping that night in the Caribbean. Watching their best friend fuck his wife had turned them on to the idea of watching someone else fuck their own wives. After intense fucking with their husbands, Joan had entertained them all at the end of the evening with those two black and white dildos. Then everyone had gone to their own marital bed. The wife swapping just had not quite happened. 

Stuart and Brock had talked that afternoon about the fact that Brandi and Joan might just go for wife swapping at a place like the Dionysus Retreat. What had already occurred tonight suggested they had been right, and each eagerly awaited their call to action. However, nothing had prepared them for the exhibition in an amphitheatre that now met their gaze behind Floor 5's illuminated panels. Though each couple had discussed threesomes and foursomes, no observers other than the wife-watching husband had been contemplated. Yet, here before their eyes, not only Stuart and Brock, but dozens of costumed and masked observers were going to witness Brandi and Joan's infidelities. 

Just as neither woman could see the choices made by the other initiate, neither husband was able to view more than one initiation altar at a time. The illuminated panels were designed in such a way that Stuart had to watch Brandi and only Brandi while Brock had to watch Joan and only Joan. They could of course have swapped their illuminated panels and peered in on their neighbor's act of marital infidelity. But in Sonia's experience, this appealed to fewer than five percent of the husbands brought to experience cuckolding at the Retreat. If a man was to be cuckolded, he wanted to confirm it himself. 

Before Brandi could invite a sex partner to descend to her chrome and leather altar chair, Sonia motioned two lesbians with a clear rigid strap-on to ascend to the altar and make one final demonstration before the initiation matings began. The two bi-sexual staffers pinched and mouthed each another, and then proceeded to a 69 that was achingly beautiful to watch. Both women caressed and tongued one another to a quiet moan-filled pair of orgasms. Jumping up, the one named Harriet (Harriet from the RSVP call, Brandi wondered) then entered her friend from behind and began fucking her with the clear artificial cock hard and fast. Julie, whose butt and penetrated pussy were raised high by the undulating folds of the fucking chair, yelled out,

"You go bitch! Oh gawd that's good. You do me so well Harriet. Don't stop! Yes, right there!"

Brandi's laced-around-the-crotch mini-pants were pinching her pussy lips. Wearing the garment the last two hours had made Brandi especially conscious of her pussy lips rather than the inner depths of her sex organs. This was just what Sonia had intended in suggesting to the costume staff that the less sexually experienced wife be steered toward a lace-up mini-pant costume. 

"Oh yesssss. That's it! I'm coming," shouted out the woman being fucked doggy style. "Ah, iiieeeeeee! And again, Ah iiieeeeeeeeeee!"

Brandi wanted to fuck and be fucked by the big cocks all around her. She had made up her mind to do so, but first she wanted a full-scale lesbian tongue job to soothe the stinging and yet relieve the aching need she felt between her legs. Over the last year, ever since St. Lucia, Joan had started providing twenty-minute-long tongue ministrations to Brandi's pussy in the late morning or early afternoon gettogethers they had almost every day. Those tongue jobs had carried Brandi to a higher sexual plane than Stuart's cock had ever managed. She didn't broadcast it in clothes or attitude or behavior toward other women than Joan, but Brandi could be said to be on the verge of bisexuality. Sonia had sensed precisely that, and it was why the two lesbians had just performed on Brandi's altar two feet away from where she was sitting. Looking up to the third row of potential partners, Brandi spotted beside Rebel a beautiful buxom woman in African headdress sporting a large strap-on black dildo. Usa Vondora smiled back, awaiting her nod. The plan was working. Brandi motioned her to come down, and her Cougar Game started in earnest. 

Stuart was surprised as Brandi motioned down the woman with an African headdress. She stood to display a black strap-on dildo attached by thick elasticized beige straps around her waist and thighs. Her strap-on phallus swayed menacingly in front as Usa descended to the initiation altar. To Stuart's eyes it was just mammoth perhaps wider than anything he'd ever seen go in a woman's body and a foot long. 

At that moment Brandi mostly was thinking of her stinging pussy lips that needed the attention of Usa's mouth, not any penetration prospects of her attached strap-on dildo. So Brandi rested her own ass on the middle rail of the fucking chair and immediately perched one of her stiletto heels high up atop the top endrail intended by the Bauhaus designers for back or neck support. Except they knew, sometimes one wanted a good pussy licking. Usa understood immediately and facing Brandi, slid one leg through under Brandi's raised leg. Now straddling the middle of the chair, with her ass on the lowest level leather crease, Usa's mouth was exactly at the level of Brandi's pussy. 

Cunt eating is an art form, and just as Brandi had hoped, Usa was an expert at it. First, Usa removed and unlaced Brandi's mini-pant using primarily her teeth. It took much longer that way, but Usa knew the wife-initiate would be driven crazy by the delay. She was. Brandi was writhing by the time clit lapping and tongue diving started in earnest. The experienced lesbian dominatrix took Brandi several times to the heights of passionate oral sexing without letting her go over the top to an orgasm. 

"Please don't stop; don't be a bitch!" yelled Brandi after one particularly close but determined ending. "Finish me, ravage me, make me come," she screamed. 

In a blink of an eye, the powerful woman lifted Brandi's hips off the padded middle bar of the fucking chair and slid them purposefully down the steep leather seat. At the bottom of this path, Usa's strap-on dildo waited, pointing straight up at Brandi's cunt. The shiny ebony dildo looked like a black marble obelisk, eleven inches long and a little wider than a Red Bull can. 

Arresting the downward progress of Brandi's pussy just millimeters from her strap-on's anvil-shaped cockhead, Usa looked up into Brandi's eyes and waited for her consent. A moment went by, and time stood still. Sonia Drapier held her breath. Stuart's wide-open staring eyes narrowed, and his jaw dropped. Usa's arm muscles spasmed as she held Brandi frozen in space. Brandi's blood-filled engorged pussy lips were suspended for the moment hanging just above the piercing upright spear Usa had hoped she might get to use to plumb the depths of this new wife-initiate. 

Then, Brandi nodded her assent, and a piercing scream of orgasmic pleasure echoed throughout the 5th floor,

"Oh, yes.... My gawd! That feels so good! Ahh iiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Usa had dropped the white woman on the strap-on dildo such that Brandi's full body weight left her impaled on eight inches of the upright shaft. Normally, this first penetration of Brandi's cunt would have ended about as deep as Stuart had always ended, at roughly a depth of six inches. But because of the excess lubrication each wife-initiate had been expelling for hours, and because of the surprise dropping of her full body weight, and most of all because of the astute design of the fucking chair, Joan found her cunt opened up to greater depth like a pierced peach. 

Usa's first penetration felt immensely good, so Brandi immediately wondered whether the artificial cock had anything left. Daring to look down, she saw three more inches of black dildo remaining below her distended pussy lips. Looking up, Brandi realized that Usa was just all smiles, grinning from ear to ear. Usa had found another hot one and knew this was the beginning of many similar male role playings with this new wife-initiate.

Soon the two women were humping up and down in a quick-step cadence that took Brandi deeper and deeper into unchartered sexual territory. Screaming, "I'm coming, I'm coming,"

she felt Usa's powerful hands upon her shoulders pressing sharply downward, and then Brandi realized she'd bottomed out! All eleven inches of the 2 ½ inch-wide artificial cock were buried in her stretched out tube of flesh that constituted the walls of Brandi's vagina. Her former tight short pussy was now a deep distended cunt. Just that recognition would normally have put Brandi over the top. But in addition in this case, every nerve fiber of Brandi's very being screamed out at once for orgasmic relief. She spasmed and shook all over, with firecrackers under fluttering eyeballs in response to the long black dildo on which she was impaled.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh iiiieeeeee! Ahh iiieeeeee! Ah eeeeeee!" pealed out of Brandi's mouth. 

Stuart looked on with admiration and disbelief. His wife had in fact once, while very drunk, inserted a Red Bull can a little ways into her pussy just for fun, but now she sat before him with eleven inches of comparable dildo buried deep up in her inner organs. And she was clearly enjoying herself. Riding Usa's giant strap-on dildo reverse cowboy, Brandi provided the Retreat audience and Stuart a perfect view. As she impaled herself and squatted down, Brandi's pussy lips folded over and were dragged in by the big artificial cock, prominently displaying a huge swollen clit. When she turned around and rode facing Usa, the thickening engorged folds of her pussy lips and the entire first two inches of Brandi's vagina were pulled out and stretched down the glistening black shaft. Her orgasm was a screamer, louder than Stuart had ever heard her scream in the throes of pleasure he had triggered. 

"Oh, my gawd! Ahh eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ahh iiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Indeed, Usa was hardly done, and the artificial cock coupling resumed. Brandi got off four more times before climbing off her lesbian partner.

"Wow, was that fabulous! I didn't really know it could be that intense with another woman."

"That and lots more to learn tonight Brandi," replied Usa. "But I'm curious. You and Joan have never fooled around with one another?"

"Well, we do but just with tongues and fingers, not with a strap-on dildo."

"How were the tongues and fingers? Did you both get off?"

"Oh yes; we'd always been into oral sex with each of our husbands. Long ago I learned to deep throat Stuart. But we always wondered what we could do with our tongues and mouths to each other. When we went at it, boy did we like what we found! I liked it a lot (more than Joan) but not as much as I liked what you just did to me with that strap on!"

"Big cock sex, Brandi, that's what you're here to experience tonight. Big dildos, big orgasms, and maybe later a big live cock, right? Thinking about it, aren't you, I can tell, but for now, come here."

Reaching out her arms, Usa said with a tone that expressed her conviction that at least temporarily she, not Brandi, was in charge, "My turn now, come here and do me."

With that, Usa took off her strap-on, revealing a pumped pair of pussy lips standing straight up and the thickest longest ridge atop a pussy Brandi had ever seen. Apparently the suction device at the bottom of the strap-on had pumped Usa's pussy as she gave Brandi her vigorous fucking the last fifteen minutes. Brandi just stared and stared at Usa's pussy framed by a white lace crotchless panty. She was transfixed by the marble-sized clit pushing its way out of the raised tube of black flesh.

"Never seen a big clit? Come flick it with your tongue and get me off."

Dropping back onto the deepest crevice of the fucking chair, Brandi felt the taut leather sandpaper along her now very tender pussy lips and her own clitoris. But as Usa raised her hips, there right before her eyes, six inches away, was a whitened marble of flesh bathed in copious amounts of fluid. Brandi stuck out her tongue, and a spark of static electricity jumped between tongue and clit. Each woman was startled by the unexpected jolt and squealed at the little shock but smiled at the applause their performance triggered. Brandi quickly leaned in and began a slow rhythmic lapping of Usa's swollen clit. The oozing pussy juice tasted sweet, and Brandi suctioned off more by placing her whole mouth over Usa clitoral hood and pussy lips. Moans followed, then furious flicking, and Usa's screams pierced the altar chamber.

"You're on it. Right there! Do me! Do me! Ahh iiiieeeeeeee! Yes, again, Ah iiieeeeeeeeeee!

Stuart didn't quite know if he dared allow himself to experience relief or whether he should feel disappointment. Surrounded by black 'horsecocks,' Brandi had chosen to pursue infidelity with a lesbian instead. He had no idea what had been going on between Joan and his wife as they experimented with lesbian sex. But he did know he had expected Brandi to take on a big cock. And of course, in one sense she had. The thick and long black strap-on dildo Usa Vondora had used on his wife had changed the contours of Brandi's cunt forever. Just as he had read in Sonia's Guide to Big Cock Sex, Brandi might never again be able to feel his 6 x 1 ½ incher. Not with the way Vondora had filled Brandi up to a depth of eleven inches with her 2 ½ inch-wide artificial penis. Still, Brandi had not exactly "gone Black," so maybe she would "Come Back." Perhaps, Stuart thought, he could still give her creditable orgasms with his standard issue white penis. 




Dionysus Retreat, The Initiation



Curious and wondering, Stuart returned his gaze to Brandi's amphitheatre. His burning question of whether he would ever again be the man totally able to satisfy his wife sexually didn't have long to wait for an answer. Brandi's gaze scanned the third row of seats. She pointed to the stud named Capstone, the stud Joan had first noticed because of his odd flange of a cockhead. Shouts from the Retreat members,

"Go Capstone! Fill her up! She wants it," left Stuart little doubt as to what was about to happen.

Capstone's cock looked like a soaring eagle with its wide-flanged head of three inches or more on a 9 x 2 ½ inch shaft. Capstone approached Brandi and quickly slid around caressing her big breasts from behind. Lifting one of her thighs, he forced her down onto the fucking chair, one bent knee on and the other leg straight, stretching down to the floor. Brandi immediately realized her first extramarital cheating with another male was going to be standing. Sonia had figured the novelty of the position would distract Brandi at this final crucial moment and had given the studs that instruction. She was right again; the standing position did excite this newest wife-initiate.

Sliding in doggy style, the black stud begin the process of letting Brandi's love canal feel the extremely wide but flexible edge of his cockhead along her first six inches of depth already well plumbed for many years by her husband. Brandi moaned,

"Wow, that thing really fills me up. Your head feels wonderful! Don't stop. Please don't stop. It's so good!" 

After several minutes of carefully measured plowing along this limited depth, Brandi's closed eyes flew open as she encountered a first orgasm with a living pulsating cock other than Stuart's,

"You devil. Oh, gawd. I'm coming! Yes, yes, Now! Ahh Ahh Ahh iiiieeeeee!"

Pressing gently but firmly on Brandi's shoulder blades like the man in control that he was, Capstone bent Brandi over pushing her down on all fours and preparing to enter her from behind.

"With two hands, reach back and open yourself for me. Let's really get it on!" he growled.

Looking over her shoulder, Brandi reached around on each side of her butt and did just what she was instructed, spreading her pussy lips wide for the impending penetration of Capstone's flanged cockhead. Since she could no longer support the weight of the front part of her body, Brandi's torso went down onto the taut leather and her ass and pussy stuck way up above her head and back. This created the angling that Capstone knew woman so love about being taken from behind. The curvature underneath a lover's cock and any great swelling of his root vein up the back spine of the cock rubs directly and continuously at these angles on a woman's anterior vagina wall of flesh and its hidden protrusion, the G-spot. True to form, Brandi was in ecstasy almost immediately,

"Oh, right there! Your head is massaging my G-spot. Do me! Do me! Now, Ahh iiieeeeeee!

The multi-orgasmic march had started. Brandi had never really left the plateau of her first orgasm, and that made it really easy for Capstone to take her up to her release point again. Deep penetration to her cervix wall ten inches in then followed, just as Brandi had hoped in examining this phallus. It was perfect for her first big cock fuck! Capstone's'long cocking' interspersed with fast short strokes of the flanged head back and forth across Brandi's G-spot, kept her in a state of almost continuous orgasm. She wailed,

"Deep, oh that's deep! Ah Ah Ahh iiieeeeeee! Now so good. Oh yes, do that. You're right on my G-spot. Ahh iiiieeeeeee! Ahh iiiieeeeeeee! Now again deep! Wow, this is great! Do me again!"

With that, Capstone rolled Brandi over onto her back and began pounding her upturned pussy with bursts of fast 'long cocking' strokes. The first six inch staccato insertions became seven, eight, nine and then ten inches. Pubic bones met as Capstone bottomed out. And the fast-count cock pounding continued now ten inches deep in her cunt. Brandi soon felt the onset of another startling orgasm. 

"So good! So very good! Your cock is splitting me open but it feels so good. Again, you've got me close. Oh my! Now, right now! Ah iiiieeeee! Ahh eeeeeeee!"

Before she was done, Brandi rode Capstone in cowboy and reverse cowboy positions in which she screamed out another two orgasms. Then she collapsed back onto the chest of her partner looking totally satisfied.

In the other amphitheatre, Joan crooked her finger and called for the handsome black stud with the veined shaft to descend to the stage. Sonia smiled with deep satisfaction over the progress of this session of the Cougar Game. Almost every wife-initiate she invited to the 45th Floor chose to cuckold her husband eventually during the events of initiation. Sonia had been especially worried about Brandi's consenting to do so given the conversation that the Retreat's hidden mircrophones in the lobby had picked up as Stuart and Brandi entered the building. But Sonia's almost perfect 980 batting average remained secure when Brandi chose to cuckold Stuart with Capstone. Her vision of a voluntary association of sexually active experienced white women controlling their own sexuality and opting regularly for more and better sex than their husbands could offer was coming to fruition. Now, it was Joan's turn to transition from an initiate 'hottie' to a cheating wife.

Rebel was a perfect sexual temptation to put before Joan. He looked like a sophisticated movie star with a kid-next-door personality, but he possessed a unique black phallus. Sonia knew he would intrigue Joan, the former cheerleader. Rebel was muscled like one of Joan's former boyfriends, a young black football star who grew up to be a professional athlete. In fact, that was exactly what Rebel was in-season in Canada. His chest was as large as hers with huge pecs and a six-pack abdomen. His deeply-veined ten inch cock measured just over seven inches around its spider web-looking shaft. Some of the almost two and half inch width was the high protruding veins. But this width was not his cock's most notable feature. Instead, it was the veins themselves. 

Rebel's cock made a woman feel like he was thrusting with a corkscrew motion. Pussy lips, especially longer swollen experienced pussy lips, were pulled and tugged this way and that by the heavy veining up and down the entire length of his shaft. That meant his lover's clit was constantly being bombarded with tactile sensations. Not the occasional glancing blow by a cock shaft but an almost continuous rubbing and tugging of pussy lips pulling continuously at the woman's clit. This unusual anatomical phenomenon made for some of the audibly most intense orgasms the Dionysis Retreat had ever recorded. Many of Rebel's lovers had found that in his absence only big sex toys with similar heavily-veined shafts would do as a substitute. As Rebel approached Joan's altar, her husband Brock perched on the edge of the armchair behind his elevated two-way mirror overlooking the scene. 

Rebel first placed Joan on her knees to investigate his unique cock. She did so with a blowjob that lasted a full fifteen minutes. The former cheerleader habituated in high school and college to oral sex on athletes had picked up her giving of bjs right where she had left off three and a half decades earlier. It made her feel young again to wrap her hands and lips around the only part of a muscled partner's body that she could really control with the graze of a finger or the flick of a tongue. She really got into it, and so did Rebel.

"Whoa! You've done this before, lady! Had some star athletes up in that sweet mouth of yours, have you? That's just the right suction. Oh yes, take me there, take me higher. That's it! Right there!" Rebel closed his eyes and seemed to be controlling an ejaculation that was burning its way up and out of his shaft.

"Now open that beautiful mouth. Come here I want to feed this cock to you. Open, open wide. Now deeper. You can do this! Deeper. That's it. Deeper." 

To her great surprise, with lots of effort, by allowing Rebel to thrust at her gaping mouth, Joan was able to match Brandi's earlier performance. Rebel's cockhead went right by her larynx and down into her throat. It was an incredibly tight fit but Joan had done it! Brock realized the Retreat had arranged something new in their wives' sex lives. Joan had mastered a new sex trick that would be wonderful to experience himself when he got her home!

Long before that though, Rebel and Joan intended to fuck one another's brains out. Rebel's ten inch cock now stood at a 45 degree angle with its veins pulsating with each heartbeat. After one last flick of her tongue, Rebel bent Joan over and entered her from behind. Her moans were immediate, loud and insistent,

"Oh gawd! You must keep that thing in me. It's incredible! Pulling my pussy this way and that! Take me, take me deep!" Rebel obliged the beautiful blonde bombshell who began screaming,

"You've done it! I'm coming! I'm going to cream all over that gorgeous cock of yours! A little faster. That's it! Now, oh it's building. Ah iiiieeeee! Ah Ah Ahh iiieeeeeeeeee!" 

Rebel leaned back and allowed Joan to control the tempo and the depth of penetration. She scraped first the top of her cunt walls back and forth on Rebel's pulsing veins. Then she bore down and did the same with the underneath surfaces of her love canal. At each stage in their mating, she would have to stop to distance her mind from the sensations pouring into the pleasure centers in her brain and think to herself what she wanted to do next. Finally, three more orgasms later, Joan reversed her orientation and began riding Rebel reverse cowboy. Plunging herself down and rising up off his dick, she rubbed three fingertips back and forth fiercely on her own clit and drove herself over another edge, 

"Damn this is good, so good! Ah iiieeeeee! Ah iiieeeeeeee!"

Rebel finished off her first retreating fucking with Joan on her back, hips opened up, thighs spread wide, and one of her ankles over his shoulder. Joan's high-heeled pump pointed straight toward the ceiling. She had a look of total satisfaction on her face and just beamed as Rebel thrust and thrust into her upturned and now deepened cunt. 

"Your cock is driving me crazy! Absolutely nuts! Ah Ah iiieeeeeeee! she screamed. Joan's dream in coming to the Retreat was a reality; she had been well and truly fucked!

In Brandi's amphitheatre, Sonia motioned for White Zilla to come down to the fucking chair altar. He picked Brandi straight up off Capstone, her first Retreat male partner. Even tough she was a 5' 9" tall former beauty queen, he was able to balance her on his chest with her crotch spread wide and her legs along each side of his torso and stomach. Neither Brandi nor Joan had thought that anyone would be strong enough to do that with a big tall former Miss New Hanover County. But White Zilla was a giant of a man almost 6 foot 8" and very well built. He practiced just this move in the gym every day with 150 lbs.. Brandi even at 5' 9' had remained in slim, toned shape and weighed only 148. WhiteZilla's cockhead was prospecting around in Brandi's hanging pussy lips, now opened wide by the extensive fucking Capstone has just given her. 

WhiteZilla proceeded to bounce Brandi up and down on his thirteen inch long cock that had awed Brandi as Sonia fully erected it with her mouth behind the louvered doors earlier on Floor 4. She screamed a piercing,

"You're splitting me wide-open! Ah! Ah! Ahh iiieeeeeeee!"

Dropping onto the floor and lying on his back, White Zilla encouraged Brandi to assume a reverse cowboy stance atop his obelisk. She did so riding the top ten inches of his ridiculously long cock like a bucking bronco. With a screeching, "Ahh iiieeeeeeeeeeee!" she fell back on White Zilla's chest, spread her legs into a spread-eagled position with her stiletto heels pointed toward the ceiling. Many flash bulbs went off at the extraordinarily erotic sight of the heavy-breasted beautiful former prom queen (now wife-initiate to the Retreat) rocking back and forth on the huge white shaft between her wide-open long legs with 'heels on the ceiling.' Sonia had done very well indeed identifying this woman for initiation. It was a classic sight to behold, and many Retreat members would recall that particular 'heels on the ceiling' image for years to come.

Raucous noise erupted from the other amphitheatre of the 5th Floor. Joan was screaming in ecstasy as wave after of orgasms reached a crescendo that threatened to cause her to pass out. She had chosen for a second mating outside of marriage the black stud named Doughboy. Although only eight inches long, Doughboy's cock was thicker than anything the mind contemplated a penis should look like -- a phallic absurdity. RamCola's eleven inch length made his extraordinary cock look proportional, 3 inches thick but proportional to other big cocks all Cougar women had seen pictured on the Internet, just bigger in all dimensions. 

The thickness of Doughboy's cock, in contrast, was just unreal. Its shorter length of just 8 inches made its 3+ inches of diameter look positively insanely squat. Yet many Retreat women chose Doughboy for their first truly big cock experience, and many continued to mate with Doughboy regularly whenever they wanted to repeat the unique experience of having their pussies stretched out completely and utterly—i.e., when they wanted to be "filled up." The reason was that Doughboy's consistency was firm but pliable like a roll of kneaded dough, not rock hard like RamCola's battering ram or Candyman's elongated hockey stick. Blood flow made all the difference. No matter how many vessels tried to get maximum systolic pressure to the edge of Doughboy's cock, they just couldn't complete the diastolic journey without a spongy soft layer of flesh appearing right around the edges of the great squat shaft. So, a woman could get stretched by Doughboy's manmeat that enveloped and pushed this way and that, without feeling she was riding a baseball bat. 

Still, the approach of such a weapon was a daunting first-time experience. Sonia saw the fear in Joan's eyes and helped boost her confidence. Perched at eye-level across from the reclining beauty on the fucking chair, Sonia caught her attention with a whistle, winked, and mouthed the words, 

"Go ahead; take the chance. You'll never regret it." 

Joan had smiled back and then turned her crotch in the exact direction of Doughboy, and with two hands, she spread open her waiting pussy lips inviting him to come down and open them wider still. On-lookers could see her inner ring of kegel muscles open and then close down to an opening of pink knotted flesh less than an inch in diameter. After Doughboy, they all realized her cunt would never again squeeze Brock's 1½ incher like that. Joan knew it too; Sonia Drapier's pamphlet Guide to Big Cock Sex had made this consequence of an initiation into the pleasures of big cock sex abundantly clear. 

Yet something more powerful pushed Joan ahead. She was deliberately choosing to change her body to magnify her own pleasure, just like choosing to wear a nipple ring of sexual jewelry. Here of course the impending change was much more permanent. But Joan was eager for it to happen. She wanted Brock to find, as Sonia's pamphlet suggested, how different it was to have a big-cunted wife. Sonia had written that after Doughboy finished with her, Brock could practice putting golf balls at his wife's gaping cunt. If she got the timing just right, the pamphlet said Joan would be able to clinch her kegel muscle enough to slow the roll of the in-coming ball and keep it from disappearing into the unseen depths of her new man cave. Just the mere concept of such an exaggerated anatomy excited Joan at her core, like her breast implants had done earlier.

After all, Joan thought to herself, she didn't have to squeeze her husband's 6 x 1½ inch cock tightly. She did have other orifices that Brock was always trying to breach, and hand jobs or tit-fucking could also get him off. In addition, she knew that Brock was watching and that he had seen her add deep throating to her bag of sexual tricks. In any case, Joan was determined to proceed to the pinnacle of female pleasure by allowing her cunt to be really filled up.

As Doughboy approached, several first-row Retreat member women anointed Joan's pussy lips and kegel muscles with a desensitizing oil first used by the kings of African tribes when they deflowered ceremonial virgins. After attaching his mouth to one of her nipples and pinching the other between thumb and forefinger, Doughboy angled his pointy cockhead into her reddening gash. One last consenting nod of Joan's head, and Doughboy pressed forward between her taut folds. The sensation was one of flashbulbs of searing pain as a phallus the size of a baby's head pressed across the threshold into her vagina. 

Right away, Joan knew pain and pleasure would race along in unison, however, because Doughboy's first thrust had found her G-spot. Indeed, it pretty much had to, because each and every inch of her cunt walls was in contact with his spongy probing shaft. Wherever Joan's pussy lips and inner cunt had nerve endings, Doughboy's cock found them. 

Joan remembered from her pre-reading of every word of the pamphlet Guide to Big Cock Sex that almost all the nerve endings in a woman's cunt were concentrated in the first three inches closest to her now swollen and distended opening. In particular, 55 percent of the sexual network of nerves involved in orgasm were located in the clitoris and the attached structures of the exterior majore and interior minore labia. Joan's pussy lips were now stretched absurdly as her taut flesh disappeared inside on each in-stroke and then clung like a second skin to each outstroke of Doughboy's shaft. Another 20 percent of a pussy's nerve endings were centered on the G-spot, she remembered, and 15 percent were spread around the first three inches of the vagina wall. Interior to that only 10 percent remained. Of course, it was a 10 percent most husbands' penises never stimulated. 

After all, much more so than with males, sex was in substantial part a mental game for most women. It was the thought of being filled up, rather than the sensation of being deeply penetrated, that got most women off so fiercely. As Doughboy pressed ahead with each additional widening thrust of his mammoth organ, he was pushing back virgin flesh that had never been stretched by Brock. Joan yelled, 

"Yes, let me have it all! Give it to me! All of it, please....you feel SO good!" 

Lifting Joan's legs high over her head and using one massive black hand to encircle her ankles and point her pair of heels straight toward the ceiling, Doughboy settled into a nice rhythm that took him deeper and deeper on every stroke. Joan wailed, 

"Yes, ahhhh... Yes! Fill me right up!" Joan shouted, totally out of character except to those like Sonia Drapier who had seen all this happen before. 

"Grab your ankles then and spread your legs out as wide as you can push them," Doughboy instructed. 

Rolling her bottom up and flattening her spreading hips, Joan looked like a thoroughly sex-obsessed Cougar. Her huge melon breasts spread out across her chest with nipples beaconing up into the air. Her pussy had gotten such a workout from Rebel and Doughboy that it gaped open to golf ball size as she spread her legs to their absolute widest. 

"Now, continue the show. It's really turning me on. That big bottom of yours is inviting my attention. Keep rolling it up by pulling your ankles in and trying to put them behind your head. Let's make a fucking pretzel out of you," he said.

When Joan did so, Rebel looked satisfied and fell upon her pummeling away at her pussy that had been conspicuously laid open to him. Joan was crazed by lust and shouted out in the midst of an orgasm,




Dionysus Retreat, The Initiation



"Ah Ah Ah iiieeeeeeeeee! Oh do me! Do me please! Make my pussy your cunt!"

At those words, Doughboy spread her nylon-clad legs wide and draped them across his bulging well-muscled arms. Using his powerful shoulders to raise and open her hips as wide as they would go, Doughboy took one final mighty thrust of his pelvis, and it was done! Joan's vaginal canal was filled up with his massive organ at maximum depth, pubic bone to pubic bone. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, and she cried out with an explosive orgasm,

"Yes! Yes! Oh yes! It's happening again! Ahh iiiieeeeeee! Ahh iiiieeeeee! Then, shocked by the intensity of her first quick sequence multiple orgasm of her life, Joan asked no one in particular in a stunned tone, "My gawd! What was that?"

Paying close attention, Sonia responded to her cue, "That's big cock sex my dear!"

Given the patient build-up and therefore gradual stretching, Joan found the extreme fill-up sensational. Every stroke by Doughboy's shaft passed over around and through the swelling hardness at her G-spot. Screams of continuing orgasm followed in quick succession, 

"Oh gawd, you're so big, ahhhhh. Incredible, just incredible, ahhhhh. Do it just like that. Yes there, right there, Ahh iiiieeeeee! Ahh iiiieeeee! Ahh iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

This was the really intense fucking that all Cougars sought, and Joan knew she never again would want to be without it. Displaying amazing stamina, Doughboy pumped away for over twenty-five minutes until Joan was almost senseless. On-lookers who were counting her screaming orgasms and moaning recoveries lost count at fourteen. Finally, Doughboy yelled out, and Joan's eyes popped open as streaming jet upon jet of white hot cum pelted her cervix. Joan's wide eyes practically jumped out of her head, and her mouth flew open,

"Ahh iiieeeeeeeeeeee! Ahh iiieeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed louder than ever. Joan then promptly passed out as was quite typical of the endgame with many of Doughboy's lovers. 

The next few minutes were a blur. Both husbands discovered that there reality was now in real time, that their wives on the illuminated screens were in fact at that very moment in the throes of post-coital recovery. In dreamlike fog after intense sexing, many women were their most beautiful. Lying on her initiation altar, Joan awoke to copious amounts of Doughboy's sperm pouring out of her now gaping cunt. It ran in long thick gobs down her thighs and on to her legs. Brandi too looked like a beautiful sexy vision of Cougar fantasy, but she too was a wreck with hair askew and covered in cum. After climbing off of WhiteZilla, she had finished Capstone off with a blowjob. Despite swallowing much of Capstone's huge load of cum, some had dribbled out of her mouth and then (when as instructed by Sonia Capstone abruptly pulled his cock out) subsequent spurts splattered all over her face and neck and breasts. 

Brandi had screamed her way through seven orgasms on Usa dildo, another seven on Capstone's phallic oddity, and two more in the piercing by WhiteZilla. Joan had popped six orgasms while impaled in a variety of positions on Rebel's veined cock shaft and experienced at least fourteen more with Doughboy. Brandi and Joan felt exhaustion coupled with a sexual exhilaration both had never known until their initiation into the world of big cock sex at the Retreat. 

The wife-initiates were escorted to bubble bath soakings in hot tubs, and the on-lookers in both amphitheatres began to raise their champagne glasses in a toast. Sonia Drapier did the honors. 

"May I invite you to join me in welcoming to the Retreat the newest members Joan Hockaday and Brandi Westerholm. They have passed all initiation tests with flying colors. I now welcome them to all the honors bestowed upon sexually unrepressed women -- pleasure, power, and peace." 

After deep swigs all around, the assembled society of Cougars repeated with raised glasses, 

"Pleasure, power, and peace!" 

Sonia then continued, "Please join us upstairs for a gala in their honor on Top of the Town."



Dionysus Retreat, The Invitation



The thick oversize first-class envelope didn't feel like junk mail, so Brandi took a second look on her way to the waste can. It had a return address at 550 East 50th Street, Level 45, New York, NY. That was uptown, East side, near 5th Avenue shopping and Grand Central, just a few blocks from Stuart's office in the uptown financial district. Brandi opened the package.

What she found startled her so much she thought she would faint. The cover letter was an invitation to something called the Dionysus Retreat ten days hence on Saturday night. Behind that was a handsome multi-page offset-printed color brochure describing an exclusive club, a sex club. And behind that, there was a guidebook by one Lady Sonia Drapier that she could hardly believe. After sitting down to catch her breath, Brandi's next move she decided should be to pick up the phone and call her best friend Joan.

"Damn if I didn't get one too!" Joan gasped. "Have you opened the guidebook?"

"Are you kidding?" Brandi quickly replied. 

"Well, I did! You know me. Always out there, first in line, volunteering for anything. The Guidebook to Big Cock Sex is just what it says it is -- a matter-of-fact informative manual with instructions, diagrams, and pictures. Lots of pictures. 

"Really? No way!" replied Brandi.

"Yes. Go ahead, have a look. You won't faint. Think Helen Ready; you're a woman W-O-M-A-N with lots of married life behind you and that trip to St. Lucia. You can take it!"

"Not me! Maybe you Joan, but not me! You always were out front, more curious than the rest of us about all things sexual. You're the head cheerleader. Admittedly, I'm the big-boobs prom queen. But you've bested me on that too now with your breast implants. They're spectacular by the way. I've written myself a note to tell you so every week for ten weeks, just in case Brock is not doing so."

"Oh, you know Brock. Always a tits man all the way. He gets practically giddy now every time I turn sideways. It's our little joke. I turn sideways, and he gets this big shit-eating grin on his face. So glad I got my implants Brandi! It's really spiced up his consciousness of all things sexual. We're touching one another under the table in restaurants and heavy petting in the back of taxicabs the way we used to twenty-five years when we first started dating. I even flashed him last week! Can you believe it! It's all gotten a little out of control. Last week I also tried the turning sideways thing on him at an Irish wake. It was for someone we really didn't know at his brokerage firm. 'Just checking' I told him when the grin plastered across his face threatened to disrupt the honoring of the deceased. Now this invitation to the Dionysus Retreat?"

"Joan, what are we going to do?" asked Brandi. "Stuart and Brock have to know something about all this. Should we just throw these envelopes away?" She knew she had always deferred to Joan on all matters relating to sex. Joan was her confidant, her marriage counselor, her GYN advisor, and her trigger for trying something she hadn't tried before.

"No," replied Joan. "I say we confront Brock and Stuart. You know they've got to be behind this? The club is just three blocks from their offices. How could they not be behind it? How exactly would you go about talking your wife into joining a sex club? I want to see what they're going to say?"

"That's an excellent idea!" Brandi responded and then thought out loud, "Of late they have been dwelling on the theme of spicing up our sex lives, haven't they?"

"We got them going in St. Lucia, and now this!" said Joan. "I suspect they are planning on having a good laugh at our expense when we finally get around to telling them about the incredible mail we threw away. Tell you what, why don't we surprise them and play along. I bet they never would expect that, and they'll get really nervous if we act the least bit interested. Then we all can have a good laugh."

"Ok, I could do that," replied Joan. "Just have some fun with this." 

"Right, we'll see what they have to say, and then we'll just play along," added Joan.

"Hang on! You mean you'd actually accept this invitation and go to the Dionysus Retreat?" asked Brandi with apprehension.

"I just mean Stuart and Brock will either confess or plead ignorance. If they're not freaked out about some strange men with big cocks getting into our pants, we'll know they probably were just playing a prank, and we'll just have a good laugh. If they pretend they know nothing about it all, then we should play along and show a little interest. I guess if they called our bluff, we'd have to go. It's just a pre-initiation event after all. But I don't really think there's a chance it would come to that."

"But Joan?" inquired Brandi posing the obvious question, "What if they didn't trigger the invitations and by telling them about it, we get them interested in going?"

"Well, that wouldn't be an absolute disaster, would it? We'd just go and have some role playing sorta like the night six weeks ago on my birthday at the Top of the Town dinner club, remember?"

Brandi replied, "Yeah, that was fun, especially the way that one waiter kept looking up your dress to see if you really weren't wearing any panties? That was some birthday suit you had on girl!"

"I know. That transparent body stocking really turned me on! Just like it turned me on to be exposed in the ultra-high white heels, short dress, and no panties on vacation last summer in St. Lucia," recalled Joan.

After a little further discussion of turn ons, Joan suggested to Brandi that they go thru with their role-playing when their husbands got home from work. That evening the two couples got together and played out the scene Joan had suggested. The Dionysus Retreat brochures ended up spread out across the coffee table. Brock and Stuart were wide-eyed with excitement about the prospects implied by their wives' approaching them in such an unrepressed manner about something so obviously outside of the norms of two happily married couples. Multiple partners, wife watching, big cock sex; things were moving really, really fast. Stuart and Brock managed to contain visibly signaling their excitement. The husbands put their heads together in the kitchen whilst getting another beer and decided to play along to see where all this wild talk of sex clubs would go.

An hour later, the husbands suggested Brandi and Joan call to see if the Retreat would even answer the phone number listed for acceptances and refusals of the invitation. To their surprise, even though it was 1 a.m., a pleasant voice did answer the phone "Dionysus Retreat, how can I direct your call?" Brandi and Joan were on a conference call line. Identifying themselves as Mrs. Westerholm and Mrs. Hockaday, to the husbands astonishment the RSVP Joan delivered was "We were calling to respond 'Yes' to the event next Saturday night." 

A receptionist named Harriett then introduced herself and said the Retreat had been expecting their call. 

"I have your names right here on the guest list: Brandi Westerholm and husband Stuart as well as Joan Hockaday and husband Brock. Anything else I can help with right now Mrs. Westerholm or Mrs. Hockaday? Ok, well then, thank you. Glad you called. We look forward to seeing you and your husbands next Saturday night." 

That was it; they were all four going! To a sex club!

Ten days later, Stuart and Brandi Westerholm, a full-breasted redhead with trim waistline and curvaceous hips, arrived at the Dionysis Retreat. Brandi wore a mid-thigh stretch satin little black dress that was strapless and fit her like a glove. Her hourglass figure was molded into mythic proportions by a shelf bra atop a Noble waist cincher corset with brass front clasps. Most striking of all were her krinkle black patent leather high-heel boots that climbed over the knee well up her creamy thighs covered this night in black fishnets. As they emerged from a hired limo and entered a familiar skyscraper, her husband complimented his stunning wife of 25 years,

"Never seen you look more alluring, you sexy thing. Still sure you want to go through with this?"

"We need to spice up our sex lives, right?" queried Brandi. "We agreed to give this a try. Let's just see what happens tonight."

"You bet, sure! Just wanted to let you to know that you're the most desirable thing I expect to see in this club. That will not change no matter whose arms are wrapped around me or around you," Stuart intoned.

The slightly hurt tone in his voice made Brandi stop and for just a moment second guess her decision. In truth, she and Joan had instigated their accepting the invitation to the Dionysus Retreat sex club. Stuart and Brock had started them down this path, but it was after all the wives who had actually received the invitations and decided to approach their husbands about going to the club. The foursome had then decided together to attend this first pre-initiation event. As she and Stuart high-stepped arm in arm across the wide lobby, spiked heels clacking on the marble floor, she added, 

"Been thinking about doing something like this ever since last summer when we all got stuck sharing that one bedroom suite on vacation in St. Lucia. Remember that first night of listening to Joan and Brock making love in the pitch black utter darkness and then my wanting them to listen to us? You said I was more vocal than you'd ever heard me before? It got to me that they were right there beside us in the next bed listening to every moan we made. I just came alive sexually with the idea of performing for Brock and Joan, and you got into it too, do you remember? "Then the next night remember each couple watching the other in moonlight shadow with the curtains open? " 

Stuart nodded his head but still looked worried that they might not know exactly what they were really getting into.

"Joan and I then talked and decided to leave nothing to your imaginations the third night. Remember I wore that wide-spaced fishnet top with the fringe when we all retied to the bedroom. I gave you a long blowjob right inside the front door while the Hockadays watched. And remember Joan then putting on quite a show with the vibrating black and white dildos the resort had put in our hospitality pack on our pillows that last night. 

And thereafter remember everybody having sex at the same time with the lights dimmed but definitely on. You gave me a vigorous pounding on the edge of the bed with my legs thrown wide open whilst I leaned back against Brock. At one point, I went wild because Brock brought his hand around and fondled my breast while you were plowing into me feverishly from an angle Couldn't you see his fingers pinching my nipple? It was almost like we did a 'threesome.' That was one fine orgasm! For both of us, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was indeed! You were a 'hottie' that night! I've thought often about how much fun you and Joan got into that night. She was one hot moma riding Brock in that reverse cowgirl position she loves whooping and hollering all the way to mutual orgasms." replied Stuart.

Summing up for her husband, Brandi continued, 

"And it didn't end there. There was one more half day left before we checked-out, right? I'll go into what happened that last morning of our St. Lucia holiday perhaps in a few hours once we've gotten a little buzzed. But, for now as we head into the Dionysus Retreat, don't forget that Joan and I were as turned on as you guyz by all that happened in St. Lucia. Joan and I talk about it all the time; neither of us can get that weekend out of our minds."

Stuart couldn't quite figure out what Brandi was talking about 'not ending there.' They had flown back to New York late the next morning after the wives had gotten a one-hour in-room private massage at 9:30 a.m. whilst he and Brock had ogled the mostly-naked women beginning to appear at the pool bar. Stuart and Brock had called up to their suite at 11 a.m. to ask if the wives were packed yet and found Brandi and Joan a little startled to hear from them. That had seemed odd since their massage should have ended thirty minutes earlier. Hoping Brandi and Joan had tried a little 'morning delight' on one another after the sexy masseuse and her handsome male assistant had gotten them all hot and bothered, he made a mental note to follow-up and inquire further.

In any case, Stuart grinned knowingly. Brandi and Joan had bought the whole thing! The scheming husbands had called ahead and asked the couples-only resort to declare an oversold situation at the check-in desk and then to offer a one bedroom suite for four people. The Caribbean bungalow for two libertine couples had been designed for exactly what was happening--wife-swapping or at least wife-watching in adjacent king-size beds. The accommodations were spacious, a giant one bedroom suite was attached to a sitting room breezeway with tables and armchairs but no couches or sofas to sleep on. The bellboy had continued the pretense of profuse apologies for the mix-up requiring the four friends to share a bedroom and then winked at the husbands as he pocketed a giant tip. It had been the greatest weekend of Stuart and Brock's married lives. Training their Junior League wives to act like sluts in the bedroom was every man's fantasy. 

Brandi threw in one more line for good measure, just to be sure that Stuart was on board,

"Joan is definitely interested too. Remember she really got into the clothing-optional beaches in St. Lucia, enjoying the opportunity to tan away her bikini lines by wearing only a G string and pasties. When I close my eyes at night, I can still recall lying perched on our towels looking out at the ocean and watching Joan walking down into the surf with all that blonde hair blowing in the Caribbean breeze. The image seared in my memory is that enormous shapely rump of Joan's with nothing on but an almost indetectably narrow G string of cloth running up from her pussy and disappearing between her cheeks as she walked down to the where the water lapped up onto the sand. Remember what that looked like?"

Stuart nodded again, "How could I forget!"

Having her husband hooked, Brandi reeled him in, 

"Not to be outdone, I even got into going around the resort topless adorned with those strands of weighted beads you bought me last year as nipple jewelry. Do you remember?"

"You looked fantastic, still would if you'd wear them here at home in the City." 

"And remember Joan got into wearing those extreme high-heeled white sandals with short dresses and no panties?" Brandi inquired in such an approving way that her husband would feel authorized to dredge up another lust-stimulating image of his best friend's wife. It worked just as she had hoped.

Stuart chimed in, "I remember Joan's mischievous grin every time she put on those ultra high-heeled white sandals. Once or twice, I noticed, she flashed Brock a quick peek at her bare pussy while we were all out in public. We do have to go back there again, don't we?" 

"I'd forgotten that, but 'Yes; you're right.' Joan was really turned on by that weekend. But so was I. And you guyz both had giant smiles plastered on your faces the whole time as I recall."

"That we did, that we did," replied Stuart.

Turning away so Stuart couldn't see her expression as they entered a private elevator, Brandi grinned a big grin. Men were so easily steered by their penis heads even in contravention of their brain heads. In fact she and Joan had purposely chosen to get Stuart and Brock interested in that precise Caribbean resort knowing it was a couples-only retreat where anything goes. They had hoped their husbands would try something a little different to spice up their sex lives. When they did just that, Brandi and Joan played along, and then really got into the exhibitionism of foursome sex. In light of a surprising encounter their last afternoon with a sexually unrepressed white masseuse and her particularly well-endowed Caribbean husband, Brandi and Joan had even suggested to their husbands that they take them back there very soon.

As the couple rode the private express elevator to the 45th club level, Brandi was surprised when Stuart turned to her still full of skepticism, saying,

"But that was then, far away in the Caribbean. This is now, right here in town. Are you sure you want to join this Dionysus Retreat sex club. I know we're just sampling the place tonight. But if they offer us membership, have you and Joan thought about what you really want to do?"

Brandi realized she needed to really bring it, so she began regaling Stuart with the events of the previous week,

"Remember last week when I came to your office in a wrap-around dress with nothing on underneath but a garter belt, stockings, and high heels?"

"Of course I remember. Gawd was that great!" Stuart immediately was spirited away to the images of his sexy wife appearing unexpectedly and wanting to be fucked right then and there in his office just six days earlier. "Until that afternoon, you'd never done Joan's no-panties thing. It really turned me on! But what does that have to do with our being here at the Dionysus Retreat tonight?"

"Well let me explain. Remember you practically tore my clothes off, bent me over a big armchair and then over your desk. You took me very roughly from behind, hard and fast. No problem because my pussy made sloppy sloshing noises right from your very first thrust. Why do you think I was so wet?"

She paused long enough for Stuart's brain and penis to be transported to the lusty image she was describing. "Well, I was there that afternoon, because all that morning Joan and I had been speculating about what events might occur at this pre-initiation tonight? We got so hot and bothered we agreed to both go for office sex right then and there. We bathed, chose each other's garments, and set off to find our always-ready-for-sex uptown financier husbands."

"I've read that the anticipation of sex is as good for you wives as the sex act itself, maybe better?"

""Well, it's not all in our brains," replied Brandi quickly rebutting Stuart's mistaken notion that the physicality of sex no longer mattered to her. Juicing up her language to have the intended effect before the elevator reached the 45th floor, Brandi added,

"Remember how much we both moaned and squealed in your office during the slow methodical desktop ride that I took atop your cock later that same afternoon? Every stroke of your cock in me we both felt as dozens of pin-prick explosions. Our nerve endings were never more alive. And the excitement built slowly and methodically in our pleasure centers for (as I recall) several mind-blowing orgasms once the intensity of that first fuck was out of the way. Your secretary even had to move all your office staff away from that end of the floor, remember, so that all the sounds from our obvious pleasuring of one another wouldn't be quite so obvious. In the end, she sent them home early."

"You're right! It was incredible. So we baby boomers still have it, don't we?"

With a relief that Stuart's opinion had been turned, Brandi agreed, "Of course we do. Never you doubt it." 

But both Brandi and Joan did doubt it at one level, and that's what they were doing here tonight. The wives were exploring what the invitation and its accompanying pamphlets had said about open marriage, multiple partners, and big cock sex! But at another level, Brandi was still very much in love with her husband. Before she would consent to being unfaithful to him, she would have to experience quite a lot to conclude that enough was to be gained by joining the club. That was what tonight was about -- assessment, exploration, and a sense of adventure. 

Teetering on the bright red spiked heels of her thigh-high boots, Brandi grasped Stuart's arm and stepped off the elevator into a crowd of strangers gathered in reception. As they rounded a corner, Brandi gasped at the sight of numerous half-naked and very glamorous women and the handsome male partners of all races huddled around them. Some of the women wore elaborate club wear--see-thru gowns and even a themed costume of a French Maid. Others had on full sets of very expensive risqué lingerie. One extremely tall woman (perhaps 5' 11'') was in a corset with garters and only stockings and high heels below the waist. Several wore nothing but shelf bras with garter belts, stockings, panties, and heels. Two were bare-chested with the same nipple jewelry Brandi had worn in St. Lucia and otherwise wore only thongs, thigh-highs and heels. Most men were in white shirts and tuxedo jackets, but below the waistline many had on a Speedo-like garment. Brandi knew from the beach scene at St. Lucia that the nylon on those male loungewear Speedos was so thin that if one looked closely, everything down to the veins and ridges of each man's penis was fully revealed. She understood again why the Australians called them 'banana boats.' It was all a bit of a shock.




Dionysus Retreat, The Invitation



For now, she decided to look up at the faces instead of down at the Speedos. Doing so took her eyes off the floor, and with wildly-turned up ankles atop five inch heels, Brandi almost tripped. Stuart's well-muscled forearm saved her. Brandi obviously was not used to wearing heels this high but tonight she had really wanted to step out. The stretch satin fabric of her tight-fitting dress over a shelf bra revealed distinct mounded crescents of three-inch areolas on her 38Cs but gave no hint of her large nipples atop those oversized headlights. Earlier that afternoon when dressing, Brandi had absently-mindedly taped down her thimble-sized nipples as she often did when going out in public. So far, only her husband, masseuses, and shower room girlfriends had seen the full effect of her magnificent tits. Perhaps that would all change tonight. In any case, given the toplessness all around the reception room, she only hoped she would have the chance to pull the tape off her nipples before her out-of-step modesty was noticed.

Brandi knew full well what it meant to seek initiation into an uptown sex club like the Dionysis Retreat. She and Joan had asked around all week, and they had heard rumors of wild parties, sex shows, wife swapping, and even interracial affairs. Despite all this, she had wearied of being totally modest. With her conspicuous tits trumpeting her presence every step she took, with brilliant full auburn hair flowing to her shoulders, and almond-shaped eyes, long lashes and eyebrows that never seemed to end, Brandi Westerholm remained at 54 an absolute knockout. In short, she was a mature version of the Ann Margaret look-alike she had surely been 30 years earlier. 

Ball boys at Brandi's tennis club were always coming on to her. Transfixed by her toned curvaceous body, one had even dared to make advances at her recent birthday lunch. The tall handsome college boy had intercepted her when she excused herself to go to the restrooms. In a fern-lined private corridor out of sight, he brazenly suggested,

"Mrs. Westerholm, you've grown even better with age. Let me know if there's anything at all I can ever do for you. I'm at your service now, afterhours or whenever." 

He had reached to touch her bare shoulder, and Brandi had momentarily lingered, but then pushed away, saying

"I'm twice your age young man. Believe me at 54 I'm really flattered by the thought, but be much more circumspect in the future. That type of language will get you fired around here."

Brandi wondered whether her girlfriend Joan had put him up to it. But the flutter she'd felt just anticipating the prospect of sex with a young virile male partner made her now wonder whether her very routine sex life should step it up a notch or two. Tonight, while at the Retreat, Brandi was determined to find out.

The Dionysis Retreat was a private uptown social club of like-minded couples and singles age 39 to 60 (with occasional exceptions). It marketed itself and recruited new initiates only by word of mouth. The members were invited to engage in open marriage events of group sex, wife swapping and watching, and cougar training with an emphasis on big cock sex. The Retreat operated discreetly so as to avoid offending non-members. Voluntary association and affirmative consent were scrupulously enforced principles, and disclosure, waiver, and privacy standards were carefully implemented at all Retreat events including the initiations underway this night. Two hot women (and their accompanying husbands) had been invited to play something the Retreat called the Cougar Game. 

In addition to the Westerholms, two of their close friends, Joan Hockaday and her husband Brock, had also been invited to initiate their membership the same night. Pixie-sized and 53 years young, Joan arrived in a pale blue cashmere sweater with a bullet bra encasing her surgically-enhanced 34DDs. With her sweater buttoned half-way down to reveal massive cleavage, she looked like a glamorous movie star from the 50s, a Marilyn Monroe that didn't tower over her companion. The taut fabric of her matching cashmere pants revealed the outline of an elaborate waist cincher garter belt attached to hot pink nylons peeking out at her shapely ankles. Joan's 5'4" cheerleader stature was amplified by tall Lucite platform shoes with a six inch heel, almost as striking as the high-heeled boots in which Brandi was trying to negotiate around the reception room.

Stepping out of a black Town car that had been sent to pick them up, Joan's husband Brock felt like a million bucks with such an apparent sex queen on his arm. As they approached the Dionysus Retreat reception room, he suggested to his wife, 

"Let's have a bang up good time tonight." 

Joan intended to do precisely that. She couldn't tell if Brock had chosen those particular words intentionally, and she hadn't yet decided to bang anyone other than her husband, but she and Brandi were thinking about it. They'd have some sexual fun tonight any way. She decided to respond with a look of mock irritation,

"Ok, you devil, let's get in there and see where it goes!"

Many Retreat members came up to deliver welcomes and good wishes. Glamorous women in their mid to late 40s and 50s were everywhere. Some of the members were masked but others just came up and introduced themselves straight out. Strangely, male guests were in short supply. A few other husbands were present, but most of the women members were unescorted. Many tuxedoed male staff members were standing around however. Almost all of them were much younger, and all but three were black. Counting the staff and guests, perhaps twenty-five women, five husbands, two female staff members, and twenty male staffers were in the reception room.

Assuring the new initiate wives that they'd found the right place, many of the women approached Brandi and Joan with oft-repeated words like,

"Tonight will change your lives" and "This will be a night that you'll never forget!"

Instructions were given and then the Retreat members disappeared to ready themselves for the evening's initiations. Brandi and Joan were soon split apart from Stuart and Brock for separate briefings. The wives entered a garden room with water fountains and full-size classical statuary. The female figures were buxom full-hipped goddesses many with expressions of abject bliss on their faces. However, rather than divine ecstasy as in Italian Renaissance paintings and stutuary, some looked like they had just recovered from the throes of an orgasm. Others were wearing chesire cat grins like female clients in a well-studded brothel. Detailed genitals were much in evidence. No Rubens modesty gauze here. Instead, the female statuary had swollen pussy lips, taut nipples and even the occasional love bites. 

After passing a full-size replica of Micheangelo's David statue, Brandi noticed that its shriveled half-penis from the Florentine original was missing. In its place was an engorged long thick phallus that hung down almost ten inches between David's thighs. Brandi and Joan giggled to one another. Next they noticed how many of the subsequent male statues were black marble with insanely large though still flaccid penises, like the one they had encountered in St. Lucia.

"Can you believe the size of that thing?" asked Brandi, nodding to one black statue with particularly fantasized proportions.

"Never would have if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes in the massage room last summer," replied Joan. 

"You don't suppose that's why all these black studs are here, do you?"

"I was beginning to wonder about that myself," said Joan nervously.

Joan hadn't quite leveled with her friend. She knew the size of big black cock long before the massage room at St. Lucia. Joan had experienced bbcs in high school and throughout college. As a cheerleader it was almost mandatory. But, as it turned out, Brandi was not being truthful either. When her college boyfriend had spent Spring Break Junior year partying with (and presumably fucking) five cheerleaders, she had been hurt deeply and wanted to hurt him back. So, she went to the next formal (as prom queen of course) accompanied by the captain of the football team, a muscled handsome black athlete headed to the pros. The inevitable prom night hotel room scene then unfolded. 

Once in private, Brandi had let Chet kiss her (and after a while she kissed him back). Next they smoked dope and kissed some more. Not noticing the white powder on the rim of her tumbler of bourbon, Brandi got really high really fast. Next thing she knew she had her lips wrapped around a black cock bigger than her boy friend's 9 x 2 incher. Ultimately, Brandi fucked Chet most of the night, in every position imaginable. In the morning, she felt sore in her crotch and touching herself found enormous quantities of dried sperm caked up all over her thighs, on her pussy lips, and still dripping out of her cunt. Terrified she might be pregnant, she fled to the bathroom shrieking that Chet had promised to use a condom. 

"I did the first three times we got it on, but you've got a sexual appetite that just won't stop, Brandi. You wore me out for hours upon hours. Just finally got you to go to sleep a little while ago," Chet explained. 

When Brandi emerged from the bathroom, Chet was gone. That was the last time they had 'dated,' and Brandi had never told anybody about the wild night of sex and drugs and her apparently unbridled passion. But Joan knew. Brandi just didn't realize Joan was also dating Chet all through college and getting it on with him regularly. He brought it up and confided that Joan's friend Brandi was being an ice queen around campus though she'd played the whore in his hotel room. So both women knew exactly what the masseuse's husband had between his legs. They both knew it well. Each had already experienced a big black cock between their own legs. 

One thing the wives were told right away rather shocked them; women all women in the Dionysis Retreat were to remain fully exposed at all times while in the club, both above and below the waist. The corseted woman out front had just gone them one step better by losing her panties even for the reception. Privates were anything but private here. 

"We didn't know about that, did we? Guess we're in for the real thing," Brandi whispered to Joan who was nervously unbuttoning and then rebuttoning her sweater to reduce the cleavage showing from her enormous chest. Brandi noticed and told her to stop fiddling. She knew the effect those magnified melons had on any male, and she could tell Joan was getting a little worried that they had perhaps bitten off more than they could chew. 

For her part, Joan realized she hadn't really gone far enough when she had worn under her cashmere outfit Brock's favorite lingerie of see-thru hot pink bra, waist cincher garter belt and matching panty. This evening would entail even more extreme risk-taking. She needed to lose the panties. Joan had enjoyed exposing herself completely, even having sex, in front of Brandi and Stuart on vacation last summer, but she wondered about full frontal nudity everywhere they went during the initiation events. It did not seem like the two wife-initiates were being singled out. Every female member was going to be fully exposed as well. It all seemed fair, but she worried a little about so brazen an appearance in front of all these strangers. 

And what about the black males on staff? Where would they be? Would they just inconspicuously freshen drinks and move away quickly? Or were all these tuxedoed black studs going to be posted about salivating over her total nakedness? She remembered from high school the effect her sexy body inevitably caused (even before her breast augmentation) among virile males with lots of pent-up testosterone. It wasn't pretty and could very easily get out of hand. One night she must have fended off the amorous gropings of seven different black athletes in the back of the bus on a long ride back from the Texas state football championship. And they had lost. Everyone said an orgy might have been allowed by the coaches, if they had won! Just the thought caused a little twinge of excitement and a throb went through her loins. The image of that long thick black cock hanging almost a foot below the massage table in St Lucia popped into her head again. Then a momentary sense of apprehension took over.

Before Joan's concerns could set in, the tall gorgeous woman with the nametag Sonia and wearing only a lace-up corset, a G string, and high heels approached them. She seemed to be acting as hostess. Sonia explained that Floor 2 contained facemasks and many costumes Brandi and Joan could select from while still complying with the full exposure rule. Somewhat relieved, the wives headed to an elevator marked "Costume Design Shop, Floor 2." 

Their husbands were instructed to wait below on Level 1 and get measured by a tailor who stepped forward with a grin. Only when signaled to do so, could the husbands move up the staircase to watch the proceedings on Floor 2 through two-way glass wall panels. In a special function room off the main reception area, each man was measured for all sorts of garments and for other things. 

"Did that guy really just put his tape measure across the length of my stiffening cock?" asked Stuart.

"Did mine too, then he recorded it on a pad. I'm glad there are sex videos playing on the wall screens over there or he'd have gotten an embarrassingly short measure," replied Brock. He thought he'd recognized the actress being mounted from behind by a black stud as the woman who appeared to be acting as hostess and master of ceremonies for the evening. Turned on, he asked Stuart,

"Say, isn't that the knock-out we saw earlier who appeared at the reception in a corset?"

"I thought so as well. It's hard to believe she's a porn actress. Did you see all those sex toys in the cases? We need to take some of that stuff home with us."

Somewhat inexplicably, the wall cases were filled with enormously proportioned dildos of various hues as well butterfly and rabbit vibrators, all designed to pleasure women. A few G-spot stimulators and anal probes were mixed in, but everywhere the theme was gargantuan male sex organs. One enormous realistic cock dildo was installed on a doorknob where it impaled a full-size love doll dressed in a black lace garter belt and ultra sheer black thigh-highs. A cream-colored realistic dildo was stuck in her mouth and a black butt plug peaked out of her ass. The husbands had never before wondered about love dolls that were advertised on the Internet as an effective substitute for a real woman. On the one prominently displayed apparently for their benefit, all the orifices seemed to work, so maybe in one sense, they were an effective substitute. It was curious, and as the Cougar Game designers intended, a first question had been raised in the minds of the two husbands. If everything went according to plan, Stuart and Brock would soon have another descriptor that applied; they would be cuckold husbands.

A second question had been nagging at Stuart and Brock for several minutes. Neither wanted to raise it with the other, even though their wives were best friends. Each wondered why everyone around the Retreat seemed to be so fixated on large penis size. They were about to find out.



Dionysus Retreat, The Performance C



As the two dazed wives stumbled upstairs to Floor 4, twelve studs of various skin colors, races, and cock sizes donned black head-to-toe monk hoods and slipped quietly up the stairs behind them. Floor 4, unlike its predecessors, was shrouded in fog-like billowing mist. Brandi and Joan encountered many corners and intersecting passages and soon found themselves too far removed from the entryway to find their way back. They decided with some trepidation to keep moving deeper into the maze. Each sensed that other shadowy figures were moving through the same passages, neither recognizing nor ignoring their presence.

Both wives felt a stark utter blackness around them, shapeless without outline or guidepost, neither beginning nor ending, and it proved a little frightening. So, Brandi and Joan continued their cautious progress in the general direction they thought they had been traveling. The only logic of conveyance in such surroundings was to pursue a series of faint distant sounds at times indistinguishable but at other times screams (more of pleasure than of pain). Eventually, Brandi and Joan saw a faint light, glowing ever brighter as they sped down a long pitch-black hallway. On each side they recognized the framed outline of oddly-named doors—Spread-eagle, JumboDog, Nightstick, Capstone, Lefttwist, WhiteZilla, Stretcher, Thirteen, Double S, Rebel, Doughboy, None-So-Fine, and Knotted. 

From behind many of these doors, they could now hear well the distinct sounds of sex pouring out into the hall through louvered vents cut at eye level. Approaching a first set of louvers, the wives heard a woman scream out in pleasure, and they spied through the louvers a middle-aged woman on a very thick (perhaps 3 inch wide) black cock. Looking over her shoulder in the throes of another building orgasm, she spotted the wife-initiates, smiled and promptly went back to humping her pussy down the squat shaft she was riding. Beside her was a 50 year-old with gorgeous curly hair almost to her waist. She was on one knee also riding a big cock facing her partner (cowboy style) who reached up to pinch both her nipples. She too was starting an orgasm. Turning toward the door, she smiled a giant "wish you were here" smile. A third woman in the room they recognized from the reception. She was reverse cowboying with her partner planted all the way up her love canal and furiously rubbing back and forth across her clit. She too looked like a blow-out orgasm was about to erupt. Feeling like intruders, the wives quietly slid the louvers shut. 

Then, at the next door, Brandi and Joan peeked in on a woman spread-eagled with her arms raised high and thighs parted wide, facing up against a wall. Down on her knees, a female companion was licking all over the standing woman's pussy. Moans and squeals followed. It was as though the woman with her hands high in the air was in imaginary cuffs, and she had to hold that position. Her tormentor was feverishly tongue-lashing her partner. Both wives were intrigued by the lesbian scene, in part because they hadn't yet explored it very far with one another. But they didn't want to be caught snooping, so they slid the louvers back closed and moved on. 

Joan slid them open at the next door. Neither volunteered a comment to her friend about the beautiful 45 year-old brunet impaled in reverse cowboy position on a black male sporting a giant obelisk of a veined shaft. She was leaning back on her partner's chest. Spreading and raising her legs into an upright spread-eagled position, the stiletto red heels of her cork ankle- strap sandals pointed toward the ceiling. Just the tip of a foot long cock remained buried in her pussy. Brandi and Joan quickly slid those louvers shut. That scene was just a little too graphic a reminder of the foot-long black cock hanging below their massage tables that they both had been awed and somewhat scared by in St. Lucia the previous summer. Nevertheless, that image stuck in the wife-initiates' brains and gave them ideas, just as Sonia had intended when she asked a Retreat member to take and then hold that pose 'til the wives got there.

As they sped down the hall, at one door, a peal of screams stopped the wife-initiates in midstep. When they peaked through the louvers of the closest door, each was somewhat relieved to see two white couples in the middle of a four-poster bed. The closer couple had just orgasmed, and their companions were working hard to catch up. The sounds in this bedroom exceeded the linear progression from two to four people; their sex talk and shouted exclamations of pleasure were so loud that you'd think they had all just come back from the first row of rock concert. All the exaggerated vocalizing reminded Brandi of her own behavior around Joan when they had performed in front of one another in St. Lucia. Perhaps women just liked being watched, exaggerated their own reactions, and then acted out whatever lust was on their minds. 

Behind the next set of louvers marked 'WhiteZilla,' a 40-something woman wrapped only in a long string of pearls was pumping her two fists back and forth along an enormous white cock the head of which she'd taken between her lips. The extraordinary thing was that even flaccid, this organ was too long for two fists. To cover it properly she would have needed three fists. On an adjacent bed, Lady Sonia herself was mouthing the top few inches of the largest white cock either wife had ever seen, more than twice the length of Stuart and Brock's. The thickening shaft the size of Joan's wrist was pointed straight at the ceiling, and it looked like the hostess from Level 3 was performing a world-class blowjob. Brandi and Joan had done enough oral sex on their husbands that each could tell Sonia was just moments away from receiving a mouthful of her partner's cum. Again, the wives thought it best to sneak away quietly without disturbing the occupants. However, they decided that if Sonia was involved in these closed door proceedings, the Retreat must have intended for them to observe what was happening. They concluded that must be why they were sent this way on Level 4, and it was. 

Long cocks seemed to be featured in this section of the hallway, because behind the next set of louvers, two long-haired beauties (one blonde one auburn) were taking foot long black cocks from behind. The blonde was stasding with a fishnet-covered leg stretched horizontally across a desk. Her sex partner was plowing at least 12 inches of man meat in and out of her pussy. The blond uttered the words,

"Don't stop! Please don't stop! I'm going to come all over your big black dick!"

"Ain't stopping lady. Couldn't stop if I wanted to. Your so tight! It just feels too good to stop!" he replied. "Ah iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" screamed the black-haired woman beside them. "You've got to be kidding! Here it comes again, Ah Ah Ah iiieeeeeeeeee! That's the first multiple orgasm I've had in three years!"

At the next completely quiet door, the louvers revealed two women one black one white trying on contrasting strap-on dildos, one white the other black. Using a floor to ceiling mirror, each was examining what the contrasting shades looked like against their own skin tones. The black phallus looked incredibly real. Brandi and Joan had to do a double take to see if the woman was in fact a man, or woman, or some kind of weird genetic combination of both? Eventually, their eyes focused on something other than the black pleasure stick, and they saw the tan straps the Caucasian woman had around her waist and attached to the base underneath her pussy and up her backside. The white artificial phallus the black woman was modeling looked absurdly long, perhaps fifteen inches. Brandi and Joan couldn't imagine what that could be used for but they were curious enough that they agreed to ask Sonia. 

The next door they checked had in effect acrobats behind the louvers. A couple was fucking in the stand-up position. The woman had raised one leg to point an ankle-strap black pump like a Broadway dancer might wear at the ceiling like a ballerina on one point. Her partner steadied her with his arms and then imbedded himself, using his big cock to push them both skyward. She would respond by sinking her full weight back down on his shaft by coming off her point, and then as he held up her leg, the mating process would repeat itself.

"Looks like fun, if either of us could raise our leg in a standing split like that. Seems to me you once did that all the time as a cheerleader, and wasn't it Tyronne who in cheer practice always placed his hands just a little closer to your crotch than any of the white boys?" asked Brandi.

"You do have a good memory. I did those standing splits a lot back then, but not any more," replied Joan. "My legs just don't go up there these days. At least I don't think they do. Brock and I never use standing as a position, but I've always wondered at times how a standing position would feel, what new surfaces it would touch inside, you know. How about you? Do you and Stuart get it on standing?"

 "Not us either," replied Brandi. 

 Joan continued, "Brock is so quick to bend me over and take me from behind whenever I get out from under his frenzied poundings, off my back, and get my feet on the floor, that I never had a chance to turn around and try some Kama Sutra face-to-face standing positions."

Shaking her head and chuckling Brandi added, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Doggy style with butt high in the air and shoulders down makes for such deep penetration and causes me such intense orgasms that I myself also prefer being taken bent over from behind. However, I did see a picture on Stuart's computer once of a big guy strong enough to lift his doubled-over partner with her legs folded back against his body, ankles on his shoulders. With his hands linked around behind the small of her back, this black guy bounced her up and down on his enormous pole. That would have to be your role to play, Joan. You're the pixie-sized sexpot who could make that work."

"Thank you ever so much dear friend; I'll remember that the next time I'm around a black body builder who wants to pummel my pussy."

Brandi quickly responded, "Beginning to think you and I had better realize that's just what could happen here tonight. In other words, better be careful what we wish for. From the variety in these sex rooms, I'm beginning to realize almost anything can and does happen in this Retreat. I suppose that excitement is what we wanted, isn't it?"

Joan didn't reply. She was already peering in the next set of louvers where two middle-aged Retreat members were reverse cowboying their male partners, one black and one white. Leaning back on their partners' chests, both women had thrown their legs out wide. Each seemed to be enjoying her fucking immensely. The 50-something woman with sagging but still quite beautiful breasts had grown a clit the size of a lima bean and was drifting in and out of consciousness from the series of intense orgasms her partner's huge black cock was triggering. Her 45 year old companion was just starting an orgasm and looked ready to crawl right out of her skin. Brandi and Joan lingered at this scene and hugged up against one another in the darkness outside. Hands drifted down to soaking wet mounds and then slid over to respond to a best friend's aching needs. After several strokings and moans on both sides, Brandi broke it off, saying,

"We'd better keep moving. We're standing in a hallway after all."

"Oh! Yeah, right," replied Joan in a wispy broken voice as she startled back to reality.

Behind the next to last louvered door erupted squeals of pleasure mixed with cries of pain. Looking in, Brandi and Joan saw three women, all of them engaged in anal sex. The oldest of the three, a woman of perhaps sixty was dressed (or undressed, as the case may be) in an eight-strap suspender garter belt made of black satin which attached to skin-colored back-seam black hose. A black silk robe covered one shoulder and one breast; the other massive (perhaps 40D) breast was mounded up like a mountaintop. She was crab walk backwards, supporting herself on her arms and feet with lots of help from the powerfully built black man holding up her hips. As she signaled, he slowly would impale her ass on his rigid pole, then he would lift her back up. They were moving in slow motion. 

The next couple was in anything but slow motion. Instead, a black stud was standing on a desk table top pounding a 3 inch cock down repeatedly into the raised ass of a woman on all fours beneath him. The younger blonde's facial expression conveyed some obvious pain mixed with great pleasure. The noisest of the three was a fifty-year-old woman in beautiful black thigh highs and seven-inch platform heels. She was reverse cowgirling leaning back on the massive chest of her partenr with her heels crossed at the ankle and pointing toward the ceiling. This position had rotated her hips up just enough so he could embed a nice 2 ½ inch thick cock in her ass. She had obviously done anal many times before because her expression of delight was accompanied by filthy encouragement to the stud in her ass, "That's it! Rock me! Rock me on that cock in my ass! Do you feel my contractions? Flood me with your cum. I'm about to flood you with mine! Ah Ah iiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

Finally, they were at the end of the corridor and each pointed to the last louvered door, suggesting they should take one last peek. What they saw blew them away. A beautiful older blonde woman was being fucked doggy style, fucked really hard, and she seemed to be experiencing almost continuous orgasms. Her toned body was in a constant state of motion as her peals of delight echoed around the room. The phallus she was launching herself back and forth on looked like a full-size salami! This shapely cougar was running her inner organs back and forth over eight inches of that much thickness every time her stud partner thrust or she counter thrust. It bordered on incredible. Both women stepped away from the door with a look of disbelief on their faces.

"How could she be taking that thing? How could it fit as big around as a baseball bat." Brandi asked.

"Only could get it in from behind, I'd say. That way it would be pulled down by her body weight to the maximum erect rigidity. She could then just force her pussy back onto it," opined Joan.

Brandi just shook her head somewhat bewildered by all that they had just seen but she noticed that Joan made a point of reading the name on the doorplate; it said "Doughboy." Without telling her somewhat less liberated friend, a thought had crystallized in Joan's mind. She realized she had found exactly what she'd come to the Retreat looking for. 

It wasn't something to be ashamed of. Joan was really, really interested in again going another step ahead of her circle of friends in sexual experiences. As a high school head cheerleader, there had been all the heavy petting and then oral sex and then frenzied fucking. When her cheerleading continued in College, she had experienced sex parties at jock fraternity houses and threesomes with her boyfriend and a series of recruited athletes that would have shocked her closest female friends. Once she'd seen a prostitute at a 'Rock the Jock' party take on a bearded gigolo whose black cock must have been as big around as a drainpipe. Looked like it had to hurt, but the woman's screams of pleasure had pierced the night, and those sounds had stayed lodged in the recesses of Joan's mind until dredged up by what she had just seen behind the louvers. As a thirty-something, she and Brock had each had an affair (Joan with a much bigger-equipped male than Brock) but afterwards the two of them had decided they were more in love with one another than ever. Although they didn't proceed to an open marriage, they each liked the idea of a wandering eye. It juiced up both of their lives to be "on the prowl" for potential sex partners who might be brought home for a threesome. So far, it had not happened, but both of them (especially Joan) were still perceived as really 'hot,' and so it still could. 

More recently, she had enlarged her boobs three cup sizes from B to DD and again become the talk of the forty-somethings. Now at 53, she wanted to go the ultimate step -- to be filled, completely filled by a big black cock. The idea had been bubbling in the recesses of her brain ever since the masseuse's husband in St. Lucia had dropped his pants and hung that foot long cock eighteen inches away from her face. Returning to New York, she had not acted on that instinct. But Brock and Stuart's arranging for the arrival of The Guide to Big Cock Sex in the mail had brought those thoughts back to the surface. 

"That's just the way it is," she had confessed to Brock in bed the night after they had all met and RSVPed to the Dionysus Retreat invitation. It was at that point that Brock told her neither he nor Stuart had had anything to do with the invitations received in the mail. Joan was flabbergasted but didn't know whether she could believe him. In any case, Brock had whetted her appetite even more with his immediate follow-up which was, 

"If you decide to go ahead to arrange sex with a big black cock, I really want to watch." 

The closer they got to the end of the long corridor, the more Brandi and Joan knew exactly what they wanted to do next. For just ahead, on a circular raised red leather bed in a brightly spotlighted area, two people appeared to be energetically having sex on a stage! They both wanted to watch. Now closer to the action as if drawn like moths to a flame, they soon lost themselves in the reverie of the two Retreat members fucking one another's brains out. Peering in even closer now from less than ten feet of distance but still a little back from the spotlight, both wives could see every anatomical detail of the erotic performance unfolding before them. And what they saw whetted their appetites.

A white club member that Joan thought she recognized from the Floor 1 introductions as Melinda Morris was riding a black stud with an insanely wide cock, perhaps as much as three inches wide. A Red Bull can was 2 ¼ inches wide; Brandi had measured. This male's cock was much, much wider, simply enormous. Neither wife could tell how deeply Melinda was embedded on her partner's monster cock. Every time she rose up the huge shaft sometimes staccato fast sometimes sensuous slow, the cockhead stayed hidden in the folds of her distended pussy lips. That seemed incredible given the full twelve inches they estimated Melinda's pussy was travelling up and down. Brandi and Joan just hadn't yet internalized the concept of sex with big cocks, but their education was happening fast. And they each wanted to learn more.

Higher and higher Melinda rocked establishing a rhythm of aching moans of need on the outstrokes followed by thrusting stabs of delight on the downstrokes. Then with an acrobatic dexterity belying her 48 years, Melinda spun about and rode her partner face to face. Throughout Melinda's repositioning, her partner's cock remained embedded within her and continued the rhythmic coupling. Shallow then deep, shallow deep, shallow deep in a rocking horse motion. Melinda's torpedo-shaped breasts bounced on her lover's chest and swung at his face. This proximity allowed a quick suctioning mouth to capture her tit in midstroke, garnering a new lusty grin from Michael. 

"Didn't think I could reach it, did you busty?" he teased between nipping at her buds.

Kicking off her heels and planting herself now on flat feet, Melinda rose at the point of juncture between their bodies and then squatted with her full weight and really began to attack her stud's shaft with fierce bounces. "Finish me off, Michael" she entreated. 

Grabbing Melinda's hips with both hands, Michael stepped up the tempo of their coupling by thrusting from below like an upturned jackhammer. Feeling his frenzied pistoning to the core of her being, Melinda soon screamed out in orgasm,




Dionysus Retreat, The Performance C



"Oh damn, your big cock feels so good--just THE best; it always makes me go crazy...Ahhhhhhh. Ahh iiiieeeeeeeee!" 

At those words, Michael's huge shaft twitched, jerked and began to spasm. Deep within his groin, ounces upon ounces of hot cum boiled toward his cock's expulsion point of no return. Hopping off, Melinda's cunt made an audible pop as a bulbous plum-colored cockhead finally came into view almost a foot and a half off the red leather. Michael's phallus, now fully revealed to all onlookers, was often referred to by regulars at the Retreat as RamCola, drawing an analogy to two Coca-Cola cans double stacked end to end (a 3 inch by 11 inch obelisk of ramrod straight manmeat). 

Dropping to her hands and knees over Michael's crotch, Melinda squeezed her torpedo tits tightly around the huge shaft. Pressing them up and down in rhythmic thrusts, she wrapped her suctioning lips around his cockhead and milked out Michael's cum. The black cock erupted five times in volcanic streams of semen spewing up on Melinda's hair and covering her dangling tits with long suspensions of white hot cum. After flashbulbs and much gasping, both "performers" fell back exhausted and satiated, for now. 

Raucous applause and shouted acclaim broke out from all directions. Brandi and Joan were so startled by the uproar, they clung to one another and jumped instinctively back 'til their satin-clad legs touched the edge of the stage. Peering outward, both realized they were encircled in the darkness surrounding the stage by dozens of intertwined couples on black leather lounge chairs lining all four walls. 

Sliding back out of the center spotlight of this Performance Chamber with some relief, the two women sought each other's warm embrace on the closest empty lounge chair. Stretching out their limbs and intertwining their own hips and chests the way the undulating leather and chrome chair subtly encouraged, the two wives settled in to watch the show unfolding before them. The Cougar Game was playing out just as planned.

With little fanfare, Melinda and Michael's bedding was stripped and replaced, so a new couple could step to the raised platform and perform for them. Brandi and Joan were unsurprised and instead felt it quite natural when a black stud named Candyman and his partner a mature white woman named LuAnn were announced. 

LuAnn was a statuesque 60 year-old made up as Helen of Troy with long blonde tresses hanging to her waist in a braided ponytail. Garments were minimalist. Candyman wore a Cuban linen shirt and the standard banana boat favored by nearly all the black men at the Retreat. LuAnn was "dressed" in an ankle-length diaphanous gown and a crotchless red G-string, garter belt and nylons. Her breasts were natural B-cups which at her age had rounded out beautifully and exhibited little or no droop. Red peep toe fuck-me-down-and-dirty five inch strappy heels and lots of matching red toenail and fingernail polish along with brilliant glossy red lipstick completed the outfit. 

In no time, the two lovers were pawing one another. LuAnn's gown came off, and the black man's cock rose up like a double-length banana, brilliant in its jet blackness. Reversing directions, the lovers slipped easily into a sixty-nine position with the black man pumping down into LuAnn's upturned mouth. Once her head was positioned just off the edge of the bed, LuAnn's red heels swung up at 45 degree angles and slipped into velvet loops suspended from the ceiling. Her ultra sheer white nylon-clad legs formed a giant totally vulnerable V directing the full attention of her black stud to a beautifully-trimmed arrowhead-shaped patch of blonde hair pointing down to the beautiful sexual organ awaiting his ministrations. LuAnn's bald pussy lips stood up and glistened in anticipation and her clit swelled out from under its hood.

"Eat away big man; make me come," she implored.

Like all women in the Cougar Game, LuAnn's pussy was completely exposed for all to see, framed by the crotchelss G string attached to her red stretch satin garter belt. Michael's large tongue soon was lapping repeatedly at her clit, and then occasionally he nipped and sucked on LuAnn's two plus inches of gorgeous plump folds of outer lips only a sexually experienced woman can have. They really looked like butterfly wings. Throughout this mouthwork, Michael plowed one, then two, and finally three black digits into LuAnn's reddening swollen cunt. Shaping his long fingers like fishhooks and rubbing them along the upper inside wall of her pussy mound, his fingering easily located her budded G spot. LuAnn responded with more and more insistent wailings, 

"Oh, yes, do me like that, just like that!"

Really, however, it was apparent to Joan and Brandi as well as everyone else seated in the Performance Chamber that it was the candy stick cock, narrower by far but somewhat longer than RamCola's three by twelve incher, that LuAnn had decided to feature with her choice to have sex in this way. As with all matings at the Retreat, the woman partner was orchestrating the events and totally in control. After many minutes of blowing, tonguing, and kissing, LuAnn began deeper and deeper sucking, eventually deep throating, until Candyman's cock completely disappeared down her throat. Within seconds, the lucky black stud cried out in rapture, and LuAnn took an enormous ejaculation right down her upturned throat. Muscles along her absurdly stretched neck milked the entire copious flow of black seed down into her belly. 

But this amazing Cougar's face-fucking performance was not yet over. Slowly, ever so slowly, LuAnn pulled an incredible thirteen inches of cock up out of her mouth. Turning to Brandi and Joan, she smiled and then proceeded to lick her lips in a conspicuous gesture of satisfaction. Using Candyman's still erect flagpole as a handle to pull up on and rise to a sitting position on the bed, LuAnn then squeezed a last big glob of cum out of his long shaft and displayed it on the tip of her tongue turning this way and then that for all to see. She then climbed atop her lover for a long sloppy kiss. The ever less naïve new initiate/wives nodded knowingly to one another, as they realized in the pit of their own gut why this particular black stud was named Candyman.

Next on the stage were the two lesbians that Brandi and Joan had seen in the louvered door rooms earlier. One woman seemed to be leading the other through a first male contact in some time, a good old fashioned fucking. This big cock sex club was indeed a good place to 'come back' to heterosexual sex. Any woman with live nerve endings would orgasm at least once with these big cock guyz, maybe many times and uncontrollably. In any case, the one lesbian wanted the other to sample the Retreat's big cocks. A black staffer with a nice thick ten incher provided the man meat. The instigating lesbian helped her friend get the black cock in position for a doggy style fucking. 

After several minutes of gradually working himself down her love canal, the black stud bottomed out, to a conspicuously indifferent reaction from the woman on all fours beneath him. The recipient of all this attention then pulled away, popped up, pushed her partner back onto his haunches, and promptly sat down facing away from her stud atop his big cock. It stretched from below her butt to the top of her public hair, passing by several studs of pussy lip jewelry. This was going to be quite a ride. After several minutes of deep penetrations in that position, nothing seemed to be happening on the orgasm front, so the woman being fucked pulled off her partner's shaft a second time and tossed herself down on the sofa, throwing her legs high over her head. The staff stud fell into the open cunt awaiting his penetration and pounded away. 

"Oh damn! You've been telling me about this, haven't you, bitch? Wow, it is intense, this insistent pounding! What is it called, dud you say 'long cocking?' Am I liking it?"

"What do you think? I've got a giant cock up my vagina farther than anything you've ever pushed in me. And his balls are slapping against my ass. The studs in my pussy lips are being bounced all around. Something's happening for sure. Whoa! Wait a second, what's this? It is, I'm going to come from some enormous manmeat in my pussy! It's incredible! Ah! Ah! Ahh iiieeeee! Yes, yes. I'm coming again, Ahh iiieeeeeee!"

More couplings followed in rapid succession, some traditional with cock to cunt orgasms and others with face-fucking or tit-fucking, lesbian dildo strap-ons, fistings, and anal sex. Brandi and Joan noticed one constant however. All the women performers seemed to be serving the sexual needs of their big cock partners, even though they the women members remained in control. The female orgasms were indeed fierce and included repeated screams and squealing peals of delight. But both women sensed and were drawn into a new perspective on big cock sex. They marveled in awe with a new-found respect and insight at the demonstrable power of massive cocks to complete and fulfill each woman who gave herself over freely to her utmost erotic desires. Some scholars have characterized the ancient Greek sect of Dionysis as a worshipping of this eroticism, a cult of the phallus. 

Seventy-five minutes passed, and gradually the matings revealed a pattern, one heterosexual from the far side of the room followed by one variety event from Brandi and Joan's side. When no one else remained but the two initiates, their guide from earlier in the evening Sonia Drapier walked formally in their direction and gently asked if the two women were ready to come to the stage and experience ecstasy at their own command and discretion. Brandi and Joan had each decided some time earlier and quite independently that the answer would be "Yes." 

Rising off their shared couch, each nodded their assent. Stream upon stream of female juices had coated their inner thighs and soaked into two now spotlighted large wet spots on the leather couch they had just left, confirming that 'more sex' was indeed what each wanted. Stepping forward towards the raised platform, Brandi and Joan were filled with not a sense of resignation but instead an eager anticipation, a longing to experience the pleasures that had been laid out before them. Any hesitation waned as the stage lights faded and a blue azure Delphic light flooded the entire Presentation Chamber, revealing all the couples who had mated for them in celebration of their initiation into the Cougar Game. 

Holding hands, Sonia led the two new initiates accompanying her on each side toward the raised platform. Two white and ten black Adonis studs lounged on the giant leather circular bed, awaiting their arrival. With sweeping gestures, Sonia invited each woman to sit in the midst of the men. When the new initiates complied and settled onto the supple leather without looking at or touching their male counterparts, Sonia then crawled to their sides and placed one of their hands on the breast of their friend and the other on a nearby black cock. 

The lights dimmed still further, and Brandi and Joan descended into a sea of pleasure each had fantasized about but neither had ever experienced. Twenty-four additional hands and twelve new mouths feasted upon their tender flesh. Strong massaging palms, fleeting touches, and insistent kisses across the full terrain of both women's bodies were all choreographed by Sonia from an umpire's chair towering over the circular bed. Each contact she signaled to be initiated was designed to bring Brandi and Joan one step closer to giving their consent for an ascent to the ultimate temple--the first violation of their womanhood outside their marriage beds. Many such couplings were thereafter sure to follow.

Initially, kissing was restrained but Brandi and Joan's bodies each responded quickly, as expected. As the potential sex partners reached out with probing touches of their every erogenous zone, Brandi and Joan reached back at them in response. The fact that everyone was already totally exposed led to intense sexual foreplay almost immediately. Brandi and Joan's nipples were continuously attached to a flickering tongue or suctioning mouth. Entreaties of "Oh, yes, right there!" signaled their consent to heavy finger play around their pussies. Tongues whipped repeatedly across their clits, and their ever more impatient moans grew louder and louder. 

Most of the time, each wife was handling at least one big cock. Just as intended, Sonia could see Brandi and Joan were assessing the length and girth of the man meat in their grasps, mentally measuring the shafts and calculating the possibilities (or not). At one point, Sonia descended onto the stage and began using her hand to erect a particularly handsome black man who was masked like the Phantom of the Opera. His cock pulsated with high ridges of criss-crossing veins along a 10 x 2 ½ inch shaft. Having measured Stuart and Brock's equipment, the Retreat knew that this staff stud named Rebel offered just the right four inches of extra length and the right extra one inch of width to make the perfect initiator for Brandi and Joan into the Dionysus Retreat sex club. That was what the face mask signified to the other members. Rebel had been selected, if the wives agreed, for their first extramarital mating. When she had him fully erect, Sonia turned to Brandi and said "Here, try this one."

Brandi did and quickly joined Rebel in deep French kisses. As she pulled and tugged at his cock, Brandi was intrigued by the rope-like anatomy she felt all over Rebel's heavily-veined shaft. As Sonia had hoped, Brandi dropped to her knees at the edge of the stage to see just what exactly she had felt circling his organ. Encountering the pulsing blood-engorged veins, Brandi reached out her tongue to touch one and then to flick the head of Rebel's ten-inch staff. Soon she was giving her first Retreat blow-job, taking inch after inch of Rebel's cock into her mouth. 

Brandi had always felt most confident sexually with her lips wrapped around a man's cock. It was the one sexual thing she did much better than pixie-sized Joan. It probably had to do with the sheer size of the much larger woman's mouth and throat. Rebel hyperventilated at the spontaneous, unorgestrated pleasuring this wife/initiate was delivering. 

Joan saw what was happening, and encouraged her usually more repressed friend,

"Beat me to the punch this time, Brandi. You go girl! Guess this is the real thing. See you on the other side of a bj. What do you think? Is this or it this not cheating on our husbands?" With that, Joan herself dived down onto the cock that she was holding, sucking hard as it went into her mouth. 

Accepting the challenge, Brandi took the head of Rebel's cock right down her throat. Not more than his cockhead, given the thick banding of his pulsating veins, but the head anyway. The anvil-shape (rather than bottle-nose or prow-shaped) cockhead made it easier. Taking a deep breath to relax her throat muscles, Brandi let it pop through her larynx zone and down into her throat just as she'd done for Stuart on thousands of occasions. The sensation for a male was mind-bending Brandi knew. For decades, she had perfected taking Stuart's cock three inches through her mouth and then three inches down her throat. She could do it now without any problem. That was not happening with Rebel's much thicker cock, but she took great satisfaction in accommodating his cockhead. 

In doing so, Brandi knew that just that modest depth of deep throating would drive Rebel to a new level of desire. And Sonia knew that Brandi knew. Brandi had given a first real signal of her intent to go through with cuckolding her husband Stuart. Realizing this might be the crucial moment for consent, Sonia motioned her most experienced lesbian member Randi to slide underneath and give Brandi's dripping pussy an intense tongue-lashing. Brandi's moans intensified, and she allowed Rebel to begin fucking her face. Twenty-five years experience bringing women off with her mouth and tongue, served Randi well. Sucking Brandi's pussy lips deep into her mouth and alternately flicking her tongue across the gorgeous blonde woman's swollen clit soon had Brandi close to an orgasm. Unable to talk very well with her throat full, Brandi mumbled between Rebel's thrusts,

"Oh, yes! That's soooo good! Right there! Yes! Yes! Please, please don't stop!"

But Sonia had signaled for Randi to hold Brandi in a state of suspended pre-orgasm. Seeing that Joan was now flat on her back with her red stillettos high in the air and a large-tongued male eating her pussy, Sonia whispered in her ear,

"Want to move up to the next level and proceed with your initiations?" 

Close to a first orgasm herself, Joan nudged Brandi with a questioning look. The two best friends communicated without speaking as they often did. Both women nodded. As they did so, the entire stage was raised up on hydraulic lifts and passed through the ceiling to arrive on Floor 5. Floor 4 pre-initiation activities of sexual adventure and exploration transformed naturally into Floor 5 debauchery. 

Behind the two-way illuminated Panels, Stuart and Brock were awestruck. To watch their wives go on stage with a swarm of virile black men (and know it had already happened) engendered deep-seated feelings of passion mixed with guilt. Not only did the two white and ten black studs have cocks that put their six inchers to shame but in addition, their wives clearly exuded an erotic hunger for using these self same horsecocks to do with exactly what they wanted. 

That is, both husbands now saw their wives taking charge of sex, sexuality, and the sex act itself! Exactly as Sonia Drapier, the creator of the Cougar Game, had intended, both husbands felt a twinge of inadequacy, excitement yes, but first and foremost an inadequacy. Having Joan and Brandi break the mold sexually had been their purpose--to create vixens where once there had been sex kittens. But a group sex orgy with twelve studs suggested the husbands had created not vixens but voracious sexpots. 

For millennia, sexually unrepressed women from Cleopatra to Catherine the Great, to Wallace Simpson, to Marilyn Monroe and Pamela Anderson had held an awesome power over any man who wasn't crotch dead. Their wives could now harness and channel sex drives--their husband's, a potential lover's, or anyone who lusted after them. Such capability created power, and Stuart and Brock could see that the power relations between the husbands and their now sexually-charged wives were rapidly changing. Sonia smiled as she watched the two husbands on hidden camera as they approached the next twenty steps with trepidation. 

Stuart and Brock did not rush but rather labored up the stairs to Level 5. 



Dionysus Retreat, Visit to a Doc's



Joan and Brock had missed Brandi's Saturday night exhibition in the Performance Chamber. They planned to watch it together on-line at home using Retreat TV, a private communications network the club offered members with entertainment rooms and big-screen TVs capable of projecting 3-D and SurroundSound. The Hockadays absence was not intentional, but an off-the-books weekend appointment with a black gynecologist Sonia had recommended started at 2 p.m. Saturday and didn't end until well after midnight. 

Dr. Horace Lord was retained regularly by the Retreat to advise members about all matters relating to sex, especially female sex and health. Dr. Ho, as he liked to be called, was black, 6'7", a trim 240 lbs., and a former professional football player. His practice consisted of minimization surgeries on female genitalia, tightening loose vaginas and reducing distended pussy lips. Often Retreat women got divorced and wanted to remarry a man who was shocked by the cavernous size of their pussies. Ho could fix that. He also installed sexual jewelry on nipples, clits, and lips. In addition, Ho's board-certified expertise extended to 'sex change' operations and to the new practice area of male enhancement surgeries. Some of the Retreat members with gaping cunts no longer able to feel normal-size penises sent husbands to his office for consultations about enlarging their sex organ.

Handsome and fit at age 54, Ho Lord easily addressed the sexual needs of unrepressed women among Sonia's members at the Retreat. In fact, among non-staff members, Dr. Ho was easily the most frequent sex partner of many Retreat members, in some case more frequent than their own husbands. Part of the reason was his looks and his charm. A second was his intimate knowledge of and contact with their sex lives. A third was the fact that all his appointments eventually turned to conversations about matters relating to improved sex. Like sex clinics everywhere, Dr. Ho showed his patients the practices he preached as well as told them how to improve their sex lives. Another reason was the natural cover story his gynecological practice offered for not so professional visits by his regular and semi-regular sex partners who were married. But by far most prominent reason he had sex with so many of his clients was Dr. Ho's anatomy. Horace Lord had a phallus just made for women who wanted bbc sex. His cock had once been pictured in the Annals of Sexual Health as a featured example in an article about the physical limits of female orgasmic potential when engaged in big cock sex.

Joan and Brock were welcomed to Dr. Ho's waiting room by an absolutely stacked young white receptionist in a provocative very tight fitted nursing uniform buttoned down to her mid chest. The woman was seated behind a desk and that was a good thing from Brock's point of view because it allowed him to look right down into her cleavage. There he was startled to see headlights wide enough (like Brandi's) to peak around the edge of her 36D cone bra. Joan noticed all the attention her husband was giving to the beautiful younger woman and decided then and there to have sex with Dr. Ho. She had been advised by Sonia that if she got Brock to go to this first exploratory appointment, Dr. Ho would perform wife-watching demonstrations of Joan's orgasmic potential in various sex positions while role playing as a marriage/sex counselor. She could hardly wait! Remembering that a nurse always had to be present at gynecological events, she calculated the chances of getting Brock envious despite his non-stop drooling over the doc's receptionist/nurse. But the thought quickly slipped her mind when the young woman in a nurse's blouse stood up and came out from behind her desk to hand her an information sheet to fill out. 

The nurse/receptionist had on no skirt and no panties! She was naked save for a transparent wispy nylon garment that appeared to be made of hosiery and was the size of a G-string. In fact, that's exactly what it was—a completely see-thru G-string—that just barely surrounded her shaved pussy lips and clitoral hood, both of which were exceptionally thick and visibly engorged. Brock was again drooling and speechless. Joan didn't know what to say but looking down the clipboard sheet, she got out the words,

"How would you, er recommend that I, er I mean we, answer these questions? They're very personal!"

'Don't worry mam! The doctor is going to see you both stark naked from head to toe in a few minutes, so just tell him what your estimates are as regards cock size, pussy lip length, your depth (if you know what I mean), etc, etc. Make sense?" said the young woman as her buns sashayed away. The brazenness of Dr. Ho's office staff suggested Sonia had not been misinformed. This was going to be a fun afternoon if the doctor was well-equipped. Sonia had said nothing about that, but it stood to reason that the Retreat's gynecologist with whom many women seeking medical advice about big cock sex in fact had sex, would himself have a big cock.

Just then the door opened and out stepped the most handsome black man Joan had ever seen. He looked like a movie star and a professional body builder, tall and lean and obviously very powerful. It made her limbs go limp, her tongue wet her lips, and her pussy moistened immediately. Reaching down to where she was still seated, Ho took her hand and kissed it, taking the opportunity of passing by her chest to lean in and really revel in the full boobs Joan had chosen to exhibit as a first impression her whole life. Her deep-cut form-fitting black suede dress, fishnet stockings, and red peep-toe pumps with a five--inch heel created a welcomed come-on for sure. The doctor spoke with conviction,

"Very nice to meet you and see so much of you right from the start. A woman with confidence in her own sexuality is one of the greatest turn-ons in any man's life." 

Joan remembered the whistles she elicited crossing streets or walking by construction sites, whistles that could be so shrill they stopped traffic when New York policemen and everyone in sight starred at her curves moving down the Manhattan sidewalk. This Doc's brazen receptionist/nurse had nothing Joan didn't have more of to offer any man who cared to look.

"Care to 'cum' in my office?" he said with a twinkle in his eye. Winking at Brock, Ho said, "You too young man. Nurse Janet here has some things she wants to show you as well." Brock popped up out of his chair and followed Janet's shapely butt through the portal. Ho and Joan were right behind them joined arm in arm at the elbow. The four of them passed out of the waiting room into an expansive office with glass all the way across the back overlooking Central Park West. None of the windows had curtains but they were a long way away from inquiring eyes on the other side of the park. What the Hockadays didn't know was that Ho Lord had a sex tape production business. Every event in his office was recorded from different angles by six hidden cameras. Joan would soon be on display in the Far East. And given her body and the sexuality that oozed from her every pore, the Chinese and Thai buyers of her 'Visit to the Doctor 43' tape would be asked to pay premium prices.

Furniture in the office was standard: a big mahogany desk, wide and long enough to have sex on, Joan thought to herself. In one corner was an examination table with the inevitable gyno office stirrups and a screen that Brock noticed was not quite opaque enough to prevent his seeing most details behind it. At the other side of the room was a long leather sofa and two overstuffed leather armchairs, a video monitor, and a strong coffee table laden with many tapes and magazines of an obviously sexual nature. Brock spotted his favorite, Private, and hoped there would be an opportunity for him to check out some of the latest issues. In addition, under the glass windows were aligned various pieces of furniture made specifically for having sex. First there was the Cleopatra chair chaise lounge, followed by its modern version the leather and chrome 'fucking chair' they had encountered at the Retreat, plus a padded leather ladder back device the Hockadays had never seen before. In walking about, Janet referred to it as a 'fucking post.' And finally hanging with room to maneuver in the corner was a 'sex swing.'

The doc intoned in a professional voice, "Why don't Joan and I do a little examination over behind the screen, while you and Janet get better acquainted over there (pointing to the sofa and chairs). We'll be with you in just a few minutes. Afterwards, I'll have an examination session with you too, Brock, and then we'll really get down to business. Because of the nature of our legal requirements, Nurse Janet needs to be present throughout your examinations. I hope neither of you object?"

"No, not at all" said Brock. With a little hint of disdain in her voice, Joan responded, "The more the merrier I almost always say."

With a sly smile to his female client, Dr. Ho led Joan behind the screen and asked her to remove her panties. Brock heard her say, "I don't wear any most days."

"All the better my dear," was Ho Lord's reply.

Brock noticed that in helping Joan step up on the foot stool to the raised examination table, the doctor put his hand right on her ass and left it there for much longer than was required to assist. When she turned around and leaned back, Ho then did the unzipping of Joan's dress. Finding a front closure shelf bra that only barely-covered her nipples, Ho undid the clasp and with an audible gasp encountered the biggest longest plumpest nipples that he, a man of science, had ever seen.

"My you've got quite a pair there, don't you?" the doctor quipped.

"Been my calling cards from cheerleader days to the present," replied Joan.

"Well, you're right to talk about the present; they're working their magic on me as we speak," said Ho. Brock was too absorbed watching Janet straddle the padded arm of a leather armchair to notice that Dr. Ho's pants were tenting out in an obviously unprofessional display of sexual interest in his patient. But it was just exactly what Joan wanted to observe. She was 'getting to him,' and 'Yes' he was well endowed. It was going to be a great afternoon of sexual adventure and discovery.

"Do you like the girls who appear in Private, Mr. Hockaday?" asked the receptionist almost clinically. "Personally, they're a little too slutty for my taste, but I know my lover(s) adore looking at the stories and the spreads of flesh. What about you, Mr. Hockaday?"

"Janet, please call me Brock. Private is my favorite sex magazine, maybe my favorite magazine altogether. I'm married to a hot one over there, and I need to 'keep it up' all the time, if you know what I mean, so Private is the best way for me to do that."

"I know exactly what you mean, Brock. Remember you're in a sex counselor's offices. But how exactly and when do you 'use' the Private magazines? To get an erection? To keep an erection? To satisfy Mrs. Hockaday's insatiable sexual drive do you look at the magazine together? When? And how do you use it?" asked Janet.

The conversation was getting a little awkward, so Brock naturally looked toward where he'd last seen his clothed wife. What he saw this time was very different. Joan was totally naked on the examination table with her legs spread in the stirrups. Dr. Ho's arm was buried in Joan's pussy half way up to his elbow. He was leaning in to get a better feel for whatever he was examining by touch deep in her cunt, and to do so he had lowered his head and torso to her chest. If Brock didn't know better he'd say from his perspective in back and across the large room that Ho's head was so close to Brandi's breasts that he could have flicked out his tongue and touched a nipple or even sucked one between his lips. 

Before he could focus any better, Janet touched him on the shoulder. She had moved from her armchair to his and was offering the latest issue of Private for him to open and look at. Standing directly in front of Brock and spreading her legs so there was no escaping staring at her simply enormous pussy lips, Janet said,

"Brock, please pay attention to me and do as I ask. The doctor and Joan are busy. [Right on queue, Brock could have sworn he heard Joan utter a deep and intense moan of release.] What Dr. Ho wants you and me to do right now is get to know one another better by looking at Private together, so I can assess exactly how you use the magazine to erect yourself. Can you do that for me?" 

"Sure, no problem, why not?" said Brock. 

"Excellent, if we can do that, Dr. Ho will then be able to examine you and your sexual organ. Make sense? Ok? Just show me how you use Private to get ready for Joan."

Opening the magazine to the first story line of boobs and cunts and dicks superimposed on one another in all kinds of extreme penetration poses, Brock noticed Janet was moving closer. Her pussy was now just inches in front of his face. That recognition caused him to get hard almost immediately. Janet had the smell of sex about her, and now that she was so close, he could see her pussy lips were not just large. They were distended, red, and swollen. Unquestionably, Janet had been having sex just before their appointment had started. He was sure of it. He could smell the semen still in her cunt and now saw it was caked down her thigh in large quantities of dried sperm.

"Brock, it looks like your pants are getting awfully constraining. Why don't you let me pull them off," said Nurse Janet. With that she went to her knees and reached for his belt buckle. In no time, Brock's pants were on the floor, and the beautiful nurse/receptionist with the huge tits and caked sperm all over her was reaching for his boxers.

"Whoa! Wait a minute," Brock said. "My wife is right over there."

"Have another look sweetie. Joan is otherwise occupied, isn't she?"

To Brock's great surprise when he looked back at the examination table, no one was on it. Looking around the room, he saw the doctor still clad in his white coat seated at his desk. He was upright [in more ways than one] in his large chair, and Joan was straddling him face to face, still totally naked, arms wrapped around his neck. In fact, his wife was clearly humping up and down on what Brock could only guess but couldn't see. Now he was sure he heard a moan. In fact he heard several, and a pre-orgasmic squeal like he recognized immediately from literally thousands of couplings with her. Still wondering what to do, he then heard Joan squeal and say something loud that made up his mind to give Janet his boxers.

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed. "Your cock feels soooo good inside me!" 

With that, Brock reached for Janet and pulled her into the armchair. As she came, she deftly removed his boxers, just as she'd been carefully instructed to do. Undoing her blouse so her tits spilled out, Brock noticed Janet had slipped a masturbation sleeve on his cock. Working the sleeve and massaging his balls forced blood up into his top half and engorged his cockhead. His erection was stellar. Then Janet dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth; she sucked him in down to the start of the masturbation sleeve. Brock's 4" atop the 3" masturbation sleeve just reached into her throat. The tightness on his cockhead and first inch of his shaft was just incredible. Brock moaned and felt the semen rising in his balls and up the root of his cock stem. Sighting Joan over the top of Janet's suctioning lips, his wife's head was thrown back the way she often did amidst orgasms. Her screams of pleasure he saw were muffled by a ball gag. Dr. Ho saw him looking and took the ball gag out of Joan's mouth.

"Wow! That's the best sex I've ever had. You're cock is just incredible!" she whispered but loud enough for her husband Brock to hear.

Lifting Joan straight up more than a foot, Ho set her down to the side and stood up gathering his white lab coat around him. 

"Well ole boy; looks like you've found a good erection there yourself with Janet's expert help. You two hold on long enough to step over to the exam table with me, and let's take some measurements. Janet took him by his cock like the ring in a bull's nose and led him to the stirrup table. Ho measured his girth down low just above his ball sack and again right below his cockhead, his length from cock root stem to his tip, and then volumetric measurements of his balls. Handling his penis with one hand, the doctor then slipped a well-lubricated finger of his other hand into Brock's asshole and rubbed his prostrate until seminal fluid emitted in droplets from his tip. Capturing some semen on a slide, Ho placed it in a microscope on the cabinet shelf beside them and then turned back to Brock.

"By my count you're one exquisite orgasm down to Joan at this point. Janet, get up here on the examination table, put those heels in the stirrups, open your thighs wide and let Brock here fuck your eyeballs out. Feel up to that ole boy?" he asked turning to Brock.

"You betcha if Joan doesn't mind?" the husband asked of his wife, remembering that the doctor's examination screen could be seen through.

"Don't mind a bit," Joan replied. "I saw the way you feasted your eyes on her when we came in. Have at her. I've gotten a little distracted with other matters Ho brought to a head. Finish fucking her and then bring that married dick back out here to me. Then, we'll have a talk with Dr. Ho."

Her tone sounded a little ominous, but Brock was now thinking through his second not his first head. And Janet was up on the table, thighs splayed wide, opening her pussy lips for him. Brock laid his pipe in the sexy buxom nurse/receptionist and sawed away. She squirmed and squealed and appeared to orgasm underneath him. Forty-seven strokes and four minutes later his sperm boiled up out of his rod, and he coated Janet's stomach with his cum. The young woman looked satisfied with her work but showed no signs of nearing another release, so Brock pulled away. Then, Janet dropped a bombshell, 

"Would you get me that hand-held fucking machine in the glass cabinet over there. I'll finish myself from here. Enjoyed working out with your organ," she said before turning her attention to the 350 RPM artificial penis motorized so as not to slow down or quit until a woman turned off the power.

Meantime, Joan and Dr. Ho had moved around to the front of the desk and were resting their backsides against it as Brock approached. Joan was completely naked but for her red heels and not the least bit self-conscious around her new conquest. [Or was she the conquest, Brock wondered?] After all, Joan had just creamed all over Ho's shaft, and swooned like she'd never felt what this new partner's sex organ could do for her. The Doc's coat was hanging open, and as he got closer Brock could make out the outlines of a simply enormous phallus hanging most of the way down Ho's thigh practically to his knee. It was as thick as a meat sausage, a long thick salami-size foot and a half roll of black man meat!

Opening his coat to expose himself completely so Brock would get the full picture seared into his brain, Dr. Ho spoke firmly but with consideration directly to Brock,

"You can see why Joan is devoted to my sex organ now and you can imagine what it does for her. I want to show you some of what the effect on her of sex with a very big cocksman can be. Then we'll talk about you're triggering some of those same sensations in her head and in her cunt. And we'll all figure out how to accomplish that goal together." 

Brock was taken aback by the savoir faire and the finality of his tone. Ho seemed to be explaining something that was fait accompli whereas Brock thought this was a preliminary appointment to explore some new options for his sexy wife's now-nearly insatiable sex drive. It was almost like Ho had seen it all before and knew without a shadow of doubt how all this approach by a married gorgeous and buxom Cougar who had just discovered bbc sex would turn out. Well, maybe he, Brock just misunderstood what Ho Lord was getting at. It would all become clearer throughout the afternoon he felt sure. Joan seemed to be settling in for a while. Since they had been talking, she had sunk down on her knees and now sat upright clinging with both arms around the doc's leg just staring at his giant hanging cock. Something in her crotch flashed a little sparkle but Brock couldn't quite make out what it was.




Dionysus Retreat, Visit to a Doc's



Dr. Ho started his dialogue again with now the two of them,

"I want you two to begin doing some new things every day. First, I want Joan to dress just as sexy as the occasion allows, all the time. No one at any public event should be more provocative than she. That means high heels everywhere and stockings (never pantyhose) with short, short skirts. Panties are optional depending on the scandal you want to start among some women who will say the cruelest things about your 'dressing like slut.' Both of you remember though that they're just jealous of all the male attention you'll be receiving Joan. Brock, you should just brag constantly about the fact that Cougar Joan is going home with you. Above the waist Joan you should always show lots of cleavage to feature those great tits. And of course expose your world-class nipples, wear cupless bras, especially open-tit cone bras, and see-thru clothing, tight cashmere sweaters without a bra or just a shelf bra, etc. All the stuff to accentuate attention to your sexuality that I think you've always known about and often used already Joan, you sexy thing. 

But there's more. Even more so than at present, Joan, you should act sexually provocative and make yourself appear potentially available to every man you meet with whom you'd like to have sex. You'll continue to be selective of course; we'll talk more about that. I know that you've refused the continuous advances of men 'hitting on you' your whole life, given those tits. But I want you mentally to think of yourself as out there, prospecting and always available if the moment and person feels right. We're going to ramp up your sexual intercourse frequency to as many times a day as you previously had sex per week -- that makes twice a day, right! 

Joan was again getting wet between her thighs because twice a day meant she was going to get another crack at Dr. Ho's big organ!

"In normal daywear clothing at home (and by the way, also anytime you come to this office), dress like you would at the Retreat. Wear what turns men on; wear lingerie; the more provocative the better. Think of yourself as in the sitting rooms of a high-class bordello. So act like a whore not just in the bedroom the way every husband dreams his wife will act, but also dress and act that same way in every room of your house. When you're alone, when Brock is home, and when he's not, even when you have people over--singles, couples, whoever. As your marriage/sex counselor, I specifically recommend you two get further into the wife swapping scene just as you have gotten into the wife watching scene at the Retreat. I know from the sexual histories Nurse Janet took that you've done some of that (with Brandi and Stuart Westerholm), but I want you to explore that further with them and 'do' more couples.

Stuart, your job is simple. Watch for Joan's queues, and any time she seems to want to have sex, get her to strip down, and mount her right then and there -- in the kitchen, on the coffee table, in the middle of breakfast, lunch or dinner. And be a little risky; 'do' her in taxi cabs, in retail store changing rooms, in restaurant bathrooms, and on a secure park bench at dawn. I hear from Sonia you've already discovered the wondrous joys of office sex. Do her at your office regularly! In short, make sexual pleasure the first thing she is inclined to think about morning, noon and night. Brock, can you do that?

"Sure, why not?" replied Brock. "My libido remains strong. Joan's always wanted sex in strange places. It would be kind of fun to design our day around fucking one another all over the city. And coming home to an already very sexy wife who would now meet me at the semi-private elevator in a negligee is exciting too. What do you think, hun?' 

Joan was still staring at Dr. Ho's organ and didn't seem to have moved in ten minutes of placing herself as close to his third leg as she could get. Still wrapped with two arms around his right leg, she looked up finally and responded with a contemplative tone,

"I want all of that and more! I find myself wanting big cock sex several times a day."

"Joan, does your fascination with big cock sex extend to all big cocks or just big black cocks?" inquired Dr. Ho.

"I can't really answer that one since I haven't tried any comparable (what I would now consider) truly big white cocks at the Retreat. Brandi has; two of them, and she says they're 'fab.' But poor little ole me, I've just specialized in bbc the last week. No complaints, you understand. I just don't know the answer to your question, Doc."

"Ok, then remembering what I said about lingerie and just to have some fun while you're deciding the answer to that last question about big cocks versus big black cocks, go over to that wall cabinet and get yourself some back-seam black nylon thigh highs, grab your heels you left over at the examination table, and put these panties on. Then, get that big beautiful ass right back over here, so we can continue your first demonstration appointment in my Private Client Services group."

That sounded promising, especially since this startlingly handsome black doctor had just given her by far the most intense orgasm of her life. So Joan scurried on bare feet over to the wall cabinet, selected some stockings to replace the fishnets she and Ho had ripped in their frantic first sex, and she hastened over to the exam table where her heels awaited. Slipping everything on, she saw the writing on the panties that Brandi had told her Sonia sent home atop her pussy after the Brides Night Out event. Brandi had slipped them off in the cab on the way home, and she still had not shown them to Stuart, so it looked like Brock would be the first of the two husbands whose reaction to their message everyone would need to guage very carefully. Stepping out from behind the curtain, Joan high stepped with heels clacking, hips swaying, and tits bouncing back to her leaning perch on the front of Dr. Ho's desk. The Doc stood beside her but stepped around in front and spread her red heels somewhat farther apart with the tip of his loafers, exposing the panties more completely, and then turned to Brock,

Black Cock Only

"Does this message on Joan's crotch bother you, Brock, or can you have a little fun with us about it?" he asked.

"No, it's a conversation piece. Let's have some fun," Brock replied.

"Ok, good!" said the Doc. "Let's just talk for a while."

" Organ compatibility is the first thing on my list. Brock, your wife's pussy lips have elongated as a sign to all those in the know of the big cock sex she's been having. Joan pull down those panties for a moment, lean back on the desk, so we can get a really good look at your pussy. Brock, do you like the new length of her pussy lips?"

"You bet; they're very sexy hanging down an inch and a half like that." Brock replied. 

Dr. Ho then asked, 

"How about you Joan? Do you like the way they now look?" She nodded nonchalantly with a look of some disappointment at the delay it posed to 'just talk.' Joan had something else in mind as a way to spend the rest of the afternoon.

"Ok, then, moving on. Joan's vagina has been stretched quite a bit this last week Brock. It now measures 10 ½ inches deep and a tad over 2" wide. Your cock measures 7" by 1 ¾ after the ministrations Janet delivered to get you fully erect. That means by a quarter of an inch you'll never feel the walls of your wife's cunt again (and perhaps more importantly, she'll never again feel you) unless we do something. Are you interested in hearing what can be done about that?"

Brock hesitated in his answer, not knowing exactly what those choices were or which way to go. Ever the protagonist in these sex counseling sessions, Dr. Ho interrupted the thought Brock was composing and asked, "You want to satisfy your wife in the bedroom, right?"

"Sure," Brock answered. "But whether that means more foreplay or dildos that Sonia sent home with us or tightening of Joan or enlargement of me, I don't have a clue what the tradeoffs are."

"Ok, fair enough, Ho responded. Let's go through the ones you listed. Foreplay is just what it says -- not the real thing. Dildos can help but it's hard to achieve those great simultaneous orgasms using masturbation sleeves or ass-fucking along with a big dildo to get Joan off. Tightening is out, I think she'll tell us ('Right, Joan?') because she wants to have big cock sex maybe as much as several times a day. That leaves doing something anatomically to you. I recommend this procedure to my client couples along with the provisional approval of a surrogate sex partner or two while your penis heals."

The glossy four-color before and after pictures and brochures Dr. Ho spread across his desk were impressive. They basically demonstrated the introduction of fatty tissue into the side walls of the penis. Girth was fairly easy to do something about; many patients looked substantially thicker after the surgery. Length on the other hand, was more difficult to change. Ho was not recommending any alternative there. 

"So, what I'd recommend is giving you about a ½" more diameter to take your phallus out from 1 ¾ to 2 ¼ inches. That would cause tactile sensation up and down the first seven inches of Joan's love canal. And as you may know, more than 85% of a woman's nerve endings in her pussy and vagina are in that first seven inches. The procedure is simple, there are few risks, and you're healed up completely in two to three weeks, returning at that point to your normal (but now enhanced) intercourse with your wife."

"Doc, how much does this cost?" asked Brock.

"It's expensive $57,000 but because of my relationship with the Retreat, I do it for members at $52,000," said Dr. Lord.

"Wow, that's a lot of money!" threw back Brock recanting some of his earlier enthusiasm.

"But Brock, think of what you two spend on a new auto. You have a brand new XL Jaguar, right? $80,000, right? And that will only probably last you New York Upper East Siders three or four years. This is a lifetime of mutual pleasure we're talking about. Joan's worth it, isn't she?"

"Of course she is," responded Brock without any hesitation.

"And I'll offer all sorts of accessory services to not only enhance your cock size but the enjoyment of sex by the two of you. In addition to your thickened cock, I see you noticed Joan's new clit ring. It zeroes in on her greatest concentration of nerve endings; every motion in and around her pussy is transmitted by the clit ring directly to her central nervous system. Nurse Janet and I will both have training sessions with each of you focused on your new 'equipment.' Janet is available six days a week twelve hours a day for follow-up appointments before and after hours. She makes house calls. In addition, we'll do semi-hypnosis sessions about cock size perceptions. We offer sex organ exercises and diets of herbal supplements. And I'm going to play a substantial role in getting Joan through the three weeks of your recovery, Brock, during which you'll need to be 'out of action.'" said Ho.

"I was wondering about that," Brock interjected. "Joan's so horny so often right now, that it's hard to imagine how she could go three weeks without a husband for sex."

"We've thought about that," said the Doc. "This is what my practice does on a routine basis, right? The answer comes in the form of approved surrogate sex partners. In taking Joan's sexual partner history, I learned that your best friend Stuart has just performed in that role as you two couples did a first foursome, right? Second, the staff studs at the Retreat will make house calls, subcontracting though my Private Client Services group. I believe Joan encountered a couple of them at your office earlier this week, right? The Retreat staff is going to need to be at your house quite a bit this next three weeks if you all decide to launch the procedures right away. In addition, I am now going to show you what I propose to do to help. You two will have to decide between the two of you and for yourselves whether these surrogate sex relationships are sufficient." 

Joan perked up quite a bit, showing interest in where all this conversation was heading for the first time in half an hour. Turning to his female client, Doctor Ho said,

"Joan, get down on your knees (you can use those cushion pads, right there), take out my cock, and make me hard!"

Brock was more than a little startled by the directness and again by the matter-of-fact tone of Dr. Ho's instructions to his wife to erect him, but Ho's words were music to Joan ears. With a giant smile she slipped down Ho's body, grasped his more than foot of man meat in two hands and raised it to her lips. Smothering the shaft with kisses and licks up and down, Joan rhythmically stroked the big cock to begin a flow of blood that would engorge the giant organ. With such a large phallus, this erecting process took almost five minutes. Eventually, Joan had a hefty dough roll of black cock almost 3" wide and 15" long in her paws. A two-hand grasp at the base left over a foot of weighty man meat curving out and slightly down toward Joan's mouth. It was still limp, not rock hard, but if necessary this much of an erection could penetrate a vagina and harden from the tactile sensation such an enormous cock would bring to the walls of any cunt.

Opening her mouth and beaming up with full eyes at Dr. Ho, Joan sucked the first couple of inches of the giant rod into an obscenely-stretched mouth. Ho moaned a deep long gasp, and almost immediately the shaft of his mammoth rod begin to harden and rise off the horizontal. A big curve was still present when Joan sucked in hard on his cockhead and pistoned her hands up and down the now erect shaft. She wondered if Ho Lord was behind the door signage 'Left Twist' that first initiation evening when Brandi and Joan were exploring Level 4 of the Retreat.

Ho sputtered, "I'm going to come baby. Open your mouth and swallow at will!"

Enormous ribbons of creamy sperm shot out towards Joan's face, some landing in her hair. Capturing as much as she could in her mouth, overflow spilled out of the corners and dribbled down her chin and onto her heaving breasts. Not missing a beat, Dr. Ho commanded (there was that tone again) Joan to get on all flours on the large leather sofa. He approached from behind and checking that her pussy was indeed soaking, without further adieu Ho buried more than a foot of his gooey shaft in Joan's gaping cunt. 

"Yoweeeeeeeeeee!" she intoned. "You're so big, and so deep! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yessssssssss!" Joan screamed, orgasming as she adjusted to his still deeper thrusts. Eventually all fifteen inches of his cock were up Joan's cunt. Where it all went up there she didn't seem to care, "Oh gawd! That feels so good! Ah ah ah Iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Now another, this soon! Wow! Iiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Before she could much recover, Ho picked Joan up and physically lifted her off the sofa like a child's toy. Sitting down, he brought her back down sharply on his spear that was piercing up into her in a reverse cowgirl position. Again, the cries and screams of pleasure began anew,

"Iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yes! Yes! Oh yessssssssssss! Ah ah ah Iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, your cock feels soooooooooo good! Iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Only then did Brock notice that during Joan's pelvis exam earlier, Dr. Ho had installed a permanent silver jewelry ring the size of a nickel in the hood of Joan's clit. More conspicuously, the permanent ring had a snap-on silver ring the size of a quarter hanging down where she would normally be entered by a sex partner's shaft. The lower ring bounced and undulated up and down pulling on the hooded ring which itself pulled on her clit as Ho lifted her off and then let her drop on his cock spear. The shocked expression on Joan's face and the screams erupting from her throat conveyed a previously unknown level of sexual sensation passing through those silver rings and from her deepest recesses of her cunt direct to the pleasure receptors in her brain.

As Brock absorbed the visual stimuli of his wife's pussy being opened by such a massive shaft to depths he never reached before and as he heard her screaming at the top of her lungs at a higher pitch than he'd ever heard her emit, Brock began to understand why he might not be so completely missed for several weeks of penile implant recovery. The surrogate sex was going to do her just fine. In fact, it would certainly be a letdown to return to their typical 25-year married couple sex after the operation. He would have to learn the tricks of the trade with clit rings, and Brock could only hope that Dr. Ho had some extraordinary ways to thicken the shaft walls of his penis. It would take something of that sort he figured to satisfy his now totally sex-obsessed and bbc-filled wife.

The matings continued all through the afternoon and into the evening. Nurse Janet got fucked by Brock twice more and sucked him back to life in between Brock's involvement in Joan's matings with Ho. In one case Brock performed a three-way with Dr. Ho who triggered orgasm after orgasm in a deep penetration of Joan's cunt from a standing position while she was seated in a reverse cowgirl being ass-fucked by Brock.

At dusk, they took a break, cleaned up, and had some food delivered. The Hockadays talked more casually between themselves. Then, with only slight prodding from Ho and Nurse Janet, Brock and Joan decided to opt for a penile implant that would begin that very night. Dr. Ho excused himself to prepare the in-office surgery for the procedure implanting Brock's own fat tissue from his waist in the left side of Brock's enhanced cock. By nine, husband Brock was on a gurney recovering from the anesthesia when he heard his wife scream in pleasure. He sat up enough to see in a bit of drug-induced haze Joan over by the windows outlined by the bright office lights against the darkness of the city night beyond the glass. 

In full view of everyone ten stories down on the Central Park West sidewalks, Joan was doubled in two facing his chest and being bounced up and down on Ho's giant shaft. Ho was in a standing position with Joan's legs on his shoulders and his arms encircling her back. Her high heel red shoes pointed straight up at the ceiling. It looked like a reenactment of a classic scene from a popular porn movie, and his wife was the star! In fact, that's exactly what it was. More squeals and screams and entreaties not to stop filled the sound studio that had doubled as a doctor's office all day. 

After her screaming orgasm in his arms, Ho set Joan down on his desk top and left her ankles around his neck. Sonia had told him that 'heels on the ceiling' had been the theme from the beginning of their initiation and that the concept had special meaning to Brock and Joan from train sex on their honeymoon. Nodding to Nurse Janet, Dr. Ho instructed that Brock should be rolled over beside them so he could see everything in better detail. Joan reached out to hold his hand as the doctor nuzzled his cockhead between Joan's pussy lips. Nurse Janet rocked Brock's gurney gently back and forth to stimulate the background physical 'feel' of being aboard a fast-moving train. As a grad student in Psychiatry, it was easy for Janet to use hypnotic suggestion to convince her still half-drugged patient that he (not Ho) was making love to his wife. When Joan begged to be fucked,

"Put it in now, please don't wait. Pound my pussy! Hard!"

not only Ho's but Brock's hips thrust forward. When his wife wailed,

"Oh my! You're so thick, so big! You're going to split me open with that thing," 

Brock was absolutely convinced that his wife was talking to him about his new enhanced cock. Raising her hips and quickening his deep penetrations, Dr. Ho pounded Joan into a screaming frenzy,




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"You beautiful big cocksman! You're so deep! It's splitting me right up! I love it, just absolutely love it. Ah ah ah iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! And another one right on top of the last Iiiieeeeeeeeeee! I can't stop orgasming! Ah Ah Iiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Your cock feels so gooooooooooood! Iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! How can you make me keep feeling this way? Here it comes again! Ah Ah Ah Iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yes! Yes! I want it! More! Don't stop! Iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

After fully twenty-five minutes of nearly continuous orgasms, Joan's eyes rolled back in her head, and Janet declared her ready to pass out. Dr. Ho pulled out his enormous rod and sprayed cum all over her pussy and up her stomach onto her tits. Fifteen minutes later the caked semen was used to give Brock a tactile sense as he felt up his wife's body of the virility his enhanced sex organ surely had demonstrated. It had been quite a first appointment!

About midnight, the Hockadays were driven home, well started on this newest stage of their sex lives together. As promised, two studs from the Retreat visited Joan's residence on Sunday. Each stayed about an hour and half and left her well-fucked. She fell asleep that second night beside Brock who was still taking substantial pain killers. Joan slept well with a big smile plastered across her face. Just after daylight Monday morning, Brock awoke and realized Joan was masturbating beside him with her eye blinders still on. Brock was sore but turned so he could watch the show. One of her hands was pulling her clit ring back and forth, and the other was rolling and pinching her long nipples. A muffled fifteen second-long moan with her face buried in the pillow conveyed that Joan's efforts had been successful. They both fell back asleep.

By 9:15 a.m., even though the Westerholms were coming over for a late dinner (and presumably planned to stay much of the night), and with Brock still bed-ridden but off the painkillers, Joan decided she should go see Dr. Ho for a follow-up appointment. She rang the office and requested the first time available on Dr. Ho's busy schedule. After a strategically-timed moment of silence, Nurse Janet replied, 

"I see Dr. Ho moved things around quite a bit before I got in this morning and cleared his midday schedule; he must have been expecting your call! In fact, he has set aside two hours in the late morning and over the lunch hour every day this week. Would you like all five appointment slots, mam?"

Joan took all five time slots and assured Nurse Janet she didn't need to receive a phone call reminder. Hanging up, Joan only wished 11 o'clock was not so far away. Her next stop was her shoe closet where she selected a pair of bright pink knee-high Greek goddess strappy sandals with a 5" heel. Sticking her head in the bedroom, she saw Brock was resting easily with no pain. She headed down the hall and turned on a hot bath and began to fantasize about what it would be like to be doubled over the leather-padded fucking post and have Ho Lord take her roughly from behind. She picked up the phone to talk to Brandi to get her news and to tell her about Brock's implants. Joan began by asking whether Brandi had ever heard of a piece of sexual furniture called a fucking post. 

"Well, as it turns out, I was actually attached to one much of Saturday night," said Brandi, eager to convey additional details. The two best friends had lots to talk about. 

THE END