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The Round Up

By: Dusty Farkworth



In the high mountain deserts temperatures can go from one extreme to an other, from down right cold at night to blistering hot during the day. This summer has been no different from summers in the past. The only exception is now we have to cater to bunch of tin horns.

It seems the ranch I've been working for has come up with another way of making money. Tourist come to the ranch to play "cowboy" during the round up season. I get the honor of teaching them how a round up works. One thing is for certain, it's going to be an interesting round up. I don't dare to even imagine.

Morning comes early on a ranch. The other hands and I have been up since four AM getting the horses saddled, and gear stowed in the two wagons we'll use at our base camp. We'll move everything at day light, and wait there for our "new" riders. God I hope they can at least sit a saddle.

It was a pretty uneventful ride to base camp. The closest thing to relaxation we'll see for the next two weeks. We had one bronc try to free himself from his rider. Good thing it wasn't one of our guests. I wonder what type of people we'll have to help us. Where they come from, their backgrounds, and if they've even been on a horse, let alone seen one before.

Well camp is set up. Tents for our guests, chuck wagon set, corral repaired where needed, and supper ready for us boys. Damn, think we earned our chuck tonight. Well tomorrows the big day. Better get something to eat then grab a few winks so I'll be ready for tomorrow. I've got to remember to tell the boys we'll be having some lady guests also. So they need to remember their manners.

Boy I sure slept good, sure do love the open air and brisk mornings. Our guests should be arriving soon, better go make sure everything is in order and line out the boys. Sure hope cookie has breakfast ready.

I notice dust coming from down the road, and watch as the vans pull into camp. As the dust settles people climb out of the vans and stretch. I watch in amazement as most of them are women. Seems near as I can count we have twenty women and ten men. As the owner of the ranch steps up on a wagon he motions for the group to gather around. He has all the guests line up and count off one, two, three, all the way up to ten where the counting starts over. This will give each of us wranglers three guests a piece to attend to. I've already assigned numbers to the boys. The boss explains how each person will go to the cowboy that corresponds with their number. And how we will help each of them learn how a round up works. And that they should follow the directions given them so they may have a safe enjoyable round up adventure. He introduces me as the foreman and that I will be in charge of the round up. I have everyone get with their wrangler and we get the horses ready to go.

Damn, wouldn't ya' know it. My three guests just happen to be women. Not bad lookin', but can they sit a horse and ride? Guess I'll soon know.

It seems I didn't have much to worry about where these three ladies were concerned, all three are pretty good riders. We've worked most of the day roundin' up critters and pushin' them to the corral at bas camp. Sweat runs down our backs as the heat from the day, and workin' takes it's toll on our bodies. Our shirts cling to our dampened skin. I've got to hand it to these ladies, they sure don't give up, and they laugh when something happens that wasn't quite as they had planned.

Well one more bunch of critters in the corral and time for a lunch break. I make the rounds to see how everyone is doing and learn we have a few strays which were spotted up on a plateau a few miles from camp. I decide to take my group and head for the mesa. I get with Cookie and get some chuck and extra canteens. It's a fair ride and most likely will take the rest of the day to get there. I pack a small tent for the ladies behind my saddle along with my bed roll. The ladies each get their bed rolls and a few things they need and we head for the plateau.

There's small talk between the ladies as I lead them towards the top of the plateau. I hear one lady mention she works with horses back on the East coast. And the other two ride horses from time to time where they live. This explains why they sit a saddle so well. They mention their ages and all of them are in the range from thirty-five to almost fifty. And that they've always dreamed of riding and working during a round up.

I have to admit, each of these ladies are in fine shape, they have kept their youthful appearance. They all are very attractive. Any man would be proud to have them by his side.

It's mid afternoon when we reach the top of the plateau. Everything is lush and green. We'll head to a clear spring where the water comes out of the ground, cold and clear. It has a fence around the spring and a pool, so the critters won't stomp in it. It then trickles down onto some rocks where three of four larger pools form. A nice place for a cool dip and refreshing bath.

We set camp under some tall evergreen trees not too far from the spring. This way we have fresh water for cooking and drinking. As the women stow their gear in the tent, I decide to take a ride and see how many critters are on the plateau.

As I ride along, looking for strays, my mind begins to wonder. I wonder why these ladies would want to spend a vacation riding herd on a bunch of critters. Maybe their lives are so hum drum that they needed a little excitement in their lives. They may have even just wanted to see what a round up was really like. I wonder if any of them are married, and if they are why their husbands didn't come with them. My mind keeps wondering as I ride through the trees and into an open meadow. As we enter the meadow a flock of forest grouse take flight from under my horse, spooking it. I loose hold of my seat in the saddle and land on the ground with a thump. My horse dances sideways a few feet and then stops when it realizes I'm not in the saddle anymore. He turns to look at me as if to say "What are you doing down there?" Picking myself up, I dust off and laugh.

Thank goodness no-one else saw my sleepy headed stunt. I walk over to my horse, gather the reins up and tie him to a near by tree. I look across the meadow and see the forest grouse in a tree. I decide that one of them would make a fine addition to our evening meal. Not wanting to use my revolver and waste any ammo or cause anyone to wonder why I shot, I pick up a handful of rocks and walk across the meadow towards the grouse.

After about half an hour and several misses, I finally succeed in taking a grouse. Time to head back to camp and roast this prize for our supper. It should go well with the few items Cookie packed for us to eat. I'm sure the ladies will enjoy it.

Upon reaching camp I find the women gone, their horses are still tied where they put them. They must have went for a walk. I go about building a fire and putting the grouse on a spit to roast. I set about peeling a few potatoes and slice them up to fry while the bird is roasting. I listen to the sounds of the mountain as our meal cooks.

Well our meal is cooked and still no women. Guess I'll pull the pan back where it will stay warm and not burn and put the bird a little higher so it won't burn either. Now to see if I can find the ladies, so we can all have a nice hot meal.

As I walk across the meadow, towards the spring, I hear laughter. I head towards the direction of the laughter. It's coming from down stream where the water runs into pools. Not knowing what to expect when I reach the pools, I slow down and quietly approach a small stand of willows off to the side of one of the larger pools. As I go to step through the willows a flash of bare skin stops me in my tracks. I can't believe what I'm seeing. I slowly step back into the willows, not wanting to interrupt the women as they frolic in the pool. 

None of them have clothes on, what a magnificent sight. They splash each other with water and laugh as they play with one another. I watch as water glistens off their beauty. Not wanting to be discovered, I ease back through the willows towards camp. I wouldn't want them to know I've caught them in such a state. As I walk towards camp I feel my pulse racing. I never dreamed I would ever see such a wonderful sight as three women splashing around in a pool of water, reaching, touching, washing, and playing with each other. The sight of their hands touching each other in such a manner and in such places, has my mind spinning, and a rise in my Levi's. I've got to shake this off so they will never know what I've seen or felt.

Back at camp, thankful I wasn't seen. I putter around the fire as I put a pot of coffee on to boil. Evenings last light approaches as the women walk into camp. I watch as they approach, coffee cup in hand, I mention supper is ready and to dish up what they want. One of them jokingly says "And he cooks too!" which brings giggles and laughter from the others. I feel my face heat up as it flushes red. Which brings more giggles and a comment of "And he's modest too." 

Oh if they only knew the real reason my face was turning red. I laugh along with them as we fill our plates and settle down to eat. We talk, as we eat, about what tomorrow will bring and how many strays I saw today. I watch as the fire light flickers and highlights each of their features. Each one is beautiful in her own way. The light from the fire seems to dance in their hair and eyes. I suddenly feel a little self conscious about myself. Knowing it's been almost a week since my last bath. I leave the ladies to the warmth of the fire as I check on the horses, making sure they are secured for the night. I watch from the shadows as these ladies seem to be enjoying their vacation. A smile crosses my face, as I sip my coffee, quietly watching.

As I get back to the fire, the ladies all thank me for the dinner. I pour another cup of coffee as they set about with the clean up. "The least they can do after such a wonderful meal" one of them says. With everything cleaned up they say their "good-nights" and head for the tent. I tell them good night and watch as they zip the door closed. I sit by the fire sipping my coffee, watching the moon as it rises over the mountain. I hear the women getting ready for bed, quietly talking and giggling. It's another beautiful summer night out on the range, soft moon light, stars, sounds of animals in the night. The call of a coyote, hoot of an owl, frogs from near the stream, and the chirping of insects. And even a few strange sounds coming from the women's tent, moaning and muffled giggles. 

Getting up from the fire I walk over to my saddle bags to get some personal items. I might as well leave the ladies to what ever it is they are doing, and go down to the end pool for a well deserved soaking and bath.

Reaching the pool, I strip down and step into it's cool water. The water has a chance to warm up some as it runs over the rocks and into the pools before it reaches this pool. So the water isn't as cold as it is at the spring. It feels good on my naked body as I sink lower in the pool. I can sit comfortably on the side of the pool and the water comes to my chest. Taking my bar of soap I begin lathering my body. I wash and rinse my hair, what little I have left. Too many years out in the sun wearing a cowboy hat has taken it's toll on my hair. I stand and wash my legs working up to my butt cheeks and then around my manhood. I finish my bath and soak in the water thinking about the ladies back at camp, wondering what all the moaning and muffled giggles were about. I feel my face flush red and a stirring in my cock as I realize what must have been going on. I better stop thinking about such things and get my cloths washed before I have a problem which I don't want to handle personally.

Hopefully the women will be asleep when I get back to camp, considering my cloths are wet and I have nothing to cover my nakedness. I wouldn't want to startle any of them by walking into camp with all my glory swinging in the breeze. That would be very hard to explain.

The cool night air touches my damp naked body causing goose bumps. I shiver a little as I walk towards camp. Damp clothing in hand, I'll hang them next to the fire so they will dry before morning. It sure feels good to be clean, and I don't smell as bad now either.

As I approach the camp I listen for any sound coming from the tent. Hearing nothing, I ease into camp. I lay my cloths on a rock near the fire and get my lariat off my saddle. I stretch the rope between two trees and just off to the side of the fire. I hear a twig snap behind me, I freeze in my efforts. Then I hear the soft giggles from a woman. My heart races. I hear another one of the women mention how good my ass looks. My face flushes redder. Then another mentions that she wouldn't mind seeing more. I hear wood being placed on the fire. I wonder if it id just two of them or all three. I take the shirt I was hanging and hold it in front of me as I turn around to see. I say "Well ladies, it looks like you have me at a disadvantage." 

The youngest of the three says, "I don't know about that. I think it looks like it might work to all of our advantage." She smiles wickedly as her eyes drop to the shirt covering my now rising manhood. I do believe I'm out numbered. I drop my shirt as I raise my hands in mock surrender. A smile crosses my face as I see the reaction on their faces. One licks her lips as she stares at my now rigid member. Another's face flushes a bright red as she too looks a what I have to offer. The last one goggles as she reaches to undo the buttons of her blouse. She seems to take the lead in knowing what she wants.

As the last button comes unfastened, her breasts fall free from the confines of her blouse. Her nipples are erect and hard. She walks over to me looking deep into my eyes, searching them for something that only she wants to see. She kisses me full on the lips, mouth open her tongue searching for mine. We kiss long and hard, her nipples pressing hard against my flesh. I feel her hands running up and down my back slowly working their way down to the cheeks of my butt. We break our kiss, and she starts kissing her way down my chest ever downward. I hear a gasp from where the other two women are. I glance towards them, they seem frozen in place. I'm brought back to the moment as I feel fingers touching my hard, throbbing member. Kisses, soft gentle kisses. Down, ever downward. Closer, and closer, hot breath and moist lips encircle the head and slowly move down the shaft. I close my eyes enjoying the moment. Time seems to stand still as she performs her magic on my manhood.

Another pair of lips touch mine, as another pair kiss the back of my neck. Hands roam over my naked body, sending signals of animal lust to my brain. As one pair of lips leave mine another take their place. Then another pair of hands touch my balls as another pair of lips fight for position on my swollen member.

I feel as if my body is in heaven, as hands and lips move from my lips to my manhood then back and forth from one to another. Hands explore my body. Pleasure, pure pleasure fills my body. I feel the pleasure of three pairs of lips taking turns on my swollen member. Working their magic until I feel a swelling in my balls as I reach climax. My legs tremble as tongues clean my semen from the shaft and head of my tool. I open my eyes to three messy, but smiling faces.

The oldest of the three takes hold of one hand as the youngest takes hold of the other. The third lady takes hold of my semi-erectness and they lead me to the tent stating "The fun has only just started."

Once inside the tent all three women start to get undressed. Four bodies in such a confined area makes it difficult to move. Arms, legs, and bare skin everywhere. The tent walls move as arms or legs touch it. My heart is racing with anticipation. Buttons being undone here, a zipper there, a blouse falling off here. Movement everywhere. My eyes take in the sights with awe at the beauty which surrounds me. My mind races as images flood through it.

Suddenly a large commotion is heard from outside. One of the horses must have spooked and is now throwing a fit. I bust through the tent door heading for the horses to calm them down. Sish, I don't need this right now. Damn the luck, one of them has broken free and has taken flight. I quickly calm the other three down and look in the direction of the scared horse. I look back towards the tent, three very beautiful but sad faces look back at me.

Damn, wet cloths, run away horse, three very aroused women, and me standing naked in the moon light trying to decide which needs my attention the worst. A run away horse, or three very beautiful women.

My mind races as I franticly try to decide. The last thing I need is for a rider-less horse to show back up at the main camp. It would bring someone looking to find out why. But then it would be morning before anyone showed up here at camp. And who knows, the horse might not even go back to the main camp, it might just stay here on the plateau.

Looking back at the tree women I quickly make my decision. I slowly walk back towards the tent. As I watch their eyes and marvel at their beauty my manhood begins to stand at attention. Three smiling faces and eager arms greet me as I reach the tent. Not a word is spoken as we enter the tent.

Minutes later inside the tent there is nothing but withering bodies as we frolic in a mass of naked flesh. One woman is impaled deeply upon my rigid pole, as another feels my hot breath upon her musky woman-hood, my tongue flicks her clit riding my face as the other rides my shaft. I watch as the third is being eaten by the one on my face, as the other on my erection caresses her smooth silky skin with her hands.

Through out the night each woman takes her turn being eaten, ridden, and caressed. As the morning dawns we lie naked, exhausted, in a pile of satisfaction. I know it won't be long before other riders show up at camp. I slowly leave the tent, moving so I won't wake my sleeping beauties. I quickly dress as I hear a single horse approaching camp. As it breaks into view I see it's rider-less. Our spooky horse has returned. I smile knowing that we won't be disturbed. This is going to be a wonderful round-up.

The Round Up



It's been a year now since all of this started. The time has gone by so fast that I decided that I had better write this story now while everything is still fresh in my mind even though the final chapter of this story is still six weeks away on December 31. Actually this whole thing started almost exactly one year ago on the weekend before Thanksgiving (for readers outside of the US, Thanksgiving is the last Thursday of November). The following account details the pertinent events of the last twelve months.

It was about ten o'clock on Saturday night and I was sitting on the bed waiting for Mary to come out of the bathroom with great anticipation, meaning I was already getting an erection. When the double doors to the bathroom opened, Mary was standing in the doorway wearing a black bra and panties, black stockings and a garter belt. Whenever Mary dresses like that I know we are going to have some great sex. 

As Mary approached me I stood and put my arms around her and we began to dance to the soft rock CD I had playing. As we danced I began kissing Mary's mouth and neck. I positioned us so that we were standing in front of the large mirror on Mary's dresser, then I moved behind her and rubbed her breasts through her bra and pressed my erection against her beautifully shaped and firm buttocks while she watched herself in the mirror. When I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to tease her by just lightly skimming my finger tips over her vulva Mary tipped her head back against my shoulder and closed her eyes. As I continued to play with her pussy she began to make little cooing sounds in her throat. 

After a couple of minutes of this Mary turned to face me and gave me a deep tongue kiss and began kissing her way down over my chest and down my stomach as she sank to her knees in front of me. Once on her knees she pulled my shorts off. Then she cupped my balls in one hand as she kissed the very tip of my cock. I was already beginning to secrete pre-cum and as she pulled back I could see a strand of the thick clear liquid extending from the tip of my cock to Mary's lips. I watched as Mary ran her tongue around her lips gathering the shinny strand and drawing it into her mouth. Then she stuck her tongue out and flicked it across the head of my cock creating a new strand of sexual liquid this time trailing from my cock to the tip of her tongue. Without breaking the strand Mary ran her tongue under the head of my cock and pulled her tongue and my cock into her mouth. What followed was one of the most fantastic blowjobs she has ever given me. 

I was very close to climaxing when Mary stopped, stood up, and kissed me. I could taste my excitement on her lips and tongue. When she broke the kiss she said "It's my turn" then she sat on the edge of the bed. I got down on my knees in front of her and began kissing my way down from her face to her breasts. When I got to her breasts I pulled her bra straps down off of her shoulders and pulled the cups down to expose her beautiful pear shaped breasts. I took one in each hand and gently massaged them as I alternately licked, kissed and sucked on her nipples. Mary loves this and it often brings her to an orgasm and this time was no different. Mary tipped her head back and grabbed my head with both hands and held me to her breast as she climbed the mountain of her orgasm. When she finally descended again, Mary relaxed and lay back on the bed. As she did I started kissing my way down over her stomach to the top oh her panties. At this point I pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and inhaled the wonderful scent her pussy gives off when she is sexually excited. I used my tongue to slowly trace the lips of her labia then I separated them and pushed my tongue inside Mary's pussy. As usual she tasted wonderful and responded to my attention and was soon in the throws of another orgasm.

This time when she came down from her orgasm she told me to come inside her, so I stood and positioned my cock at the entrance to Mary's well lubricated vagina and pressed forward till I was buried as deep in Mary as I could get. For the next fifteen minutes Mary and I bounced around the bed in several different positions until I couldn't hold back any longer and I shot a load inside Mary's pussy from behind and then collapsed on top of her. 

Afterward we cuddled for a while, then Mary fell asleep and I turned on the television to see if there were any good movies on.

At 1:00 AM I was just getting ready to turn the TV off when the phone rang. As I picked up the phone I was expecting it to be a wrong number and I think my irritation was apparent in my voice when I said "Hello"

"Hello, is this George Hanson?" a voice unfamiliar to me asked.

"Yes it is, who's this?"

"My name is Robert Smith and I represent the Omega Sportsman's Club"

"I'm sorry, but I have never heard of you or your club. What is it you want?"

Mr. Smith said "I am sorry for calling so late but I need to set up an appointment to meet with you at your earliest convenience. I have an important matter to discuss with you."

I said, "Whatever it is you're selling I am not interested."

"I am not selling anything, and what I have to say will be extremely important to you and it's in your best interest to take this meeting." 

I asked what it was he wanted to discuss with me that was so important and he said "I can't go into that on the phone. The way he said that made the whole thing sound a little suspicious, but I guess my curiosity got the best of me so I agreed to meet him in the bar at the Marriott Hotel near my office at five o'clock Monday evening. 

As I hung up the phone Mary rolled over and asked, "Who was that?" I said it was a wrong number and she said, "I hate phone calls in the middle of the night." 

Trying not to think about the call I started channel surfing until I came upon a soft core sex movie on one of the movie channels. On the screen a man and woman were in bed and the man was just starting to kiss and suck on the woman's breasts. As I watched this I thought about the phone call but I couldn't make any sense out of it. Why would someone from some sportsmen's club want to talk to me unless it was to get me to joint their club and since I had never heard of their club it couldn't be local. We live in a small city and I know all of the organizations in town. Suddenly I was aware that Mary was awake and looking at the TV. She asked, "What are you watching?"

When I looked back at the screen the man was kissing his way down the woman's stomach and into her pubic hair and was obviously headed for the promisedland. As the man continued to move his head down between the woman's legs I slipped my hand between Mary's legs and ran my fingers through her pussy hair feeling the drying cum and her slightly swollen lips. Although the scene on the TV was not explicit you knew what was happening. I jokingly said to Mary "Does this give you any ideas?" 

To my great surprise Mary said, "Yes. I want you to do that to me." 

This was a first. Mary never wakes up in the middle of the night ready to have sex. Any time I had ever suggested it before she would say absolutely not. As I thought about what Mary wanted me to do while I continued to run my fingers through her matted and sticky pubic hair I wasn't sure eating her cream pie as something I wanted to do. Sensing my hesitation to go down on her messy pussy Mary kissed me on the ear and said "Please".

I don't know why but the idea of going down on her suddenly appealed to me and as if to accentuate that point my cock began to stiffen. I pulled the blankets off us and got between Mary's legs. As I lowered my head toward her, Mary took my head in both her hands and quickly pulled me to her pussy. The first thing that struck me was the smell of my semen. I didn't like the smell but it wasn't as bad as I expected and when I pushed my tongue inside her pussy the taste was not offensive. Actually I didn't mind the taste at all and I soon had Mary on her way to an orgasm.

After her orgasm Mary asked me "Do you want to cum in my mouth or my pussy?" I said, "Whatever you want is fine with me." With that Mary positioned her head over my cock and devoured me. I couldn't believe Mary was going to let me cum in her mouth as she had never let me do that before but when the time came she took my load in her mouth. Some she swallowed and some she wiped off with her hand. Afterward she kissed me leaving the taste of my own semen on my mouth then she rolled over and went to sleep. 

On Monday I left work at 4:30 and I walked to the Marriott to meet with the mysterious Mr. Smith. As I walked into the bar I had to wait for my eyes to adjust to the dark room. As I looked around the room I saw only four other people in the bar. There two men sitting at the bar, there was a women off to the right sitting at a table by herself and there was an older man sitting by himself to the left of the bar. As I stood in the doorway wondering if Mr. Smith was one of the people in the room the old man sitting by himself got up and came toward me. He looked to be in his mid to late sixties, with silver gray hair. He was very well dressed and he walked with an air of confidence that usually goes with old money.

As he approached me the man reached out his hand and said "Mr. Hanson, I am Robert Smith. I am glad you could make it." The greeting wasn't friendly it was business like. As he shook my hand he began leading me back across the room to the table where he had been sitting. As we sat down a waitress came over and took our drink order and left.

Mr. Smith didn't waist any time on small talk. He just started right in by saying "As I told you on the phone I represent a sportsmen's club"

"The Omega club isn't it?" I interrupted.

He gave me an impatient look and said "Actually Omega is not the real name of the club but we never use the real name in public. This is a very exclusive club and with a very elite membership. The whole purpose of the club is to provide exciting challenges and experiences for our members."

I asked what he meant by exciting challenges and experiences. Mr. Smith said, "We arrange for our members to participate in adventures that are out of the ordinary and not available to the general population. For instance we have arranged hunting trips to go after animals on the endangered species list, like elephant and rhino in Africa and tigers in Southeast Asia. SCUBA diving on old wrecks in shark infested waters, or snow skiing on mountains where the members have to be flown in by helicopter. This is only a partial list of the topics that I can discuss in public. There are many more adventures that are strictly confidential and for members only. Now this brings me to what I came her to talk to you about."

I thought 'Here comes the sales pitch.' Well I wasn't interested in joining any club and I doubted that I could ever afford a club like the one being described to me nor would I want to be a member of a club that would hunt animals on the endangered list. I certainly wasn't about to waste much time discussing it either.

Mr. Smith continued, "I specifically came to talk to you about an event we call the Round Up."

I immediately envisioned a cattle drive like in the movie 'City Slickers'. Did this guy really think I would be interested spending a week with a stinking herd of cattle? That is definitely not my style.

"The Round Up is the most popular event among the members. We only do it once every four years and the event lasts for a whole year beginning on New Years day and ending the following December 31st. Round Up is a contest in which the participants spend a year trying to seduce as many different women as they can and the winner is the member with the most conquests." 

Suddenly I was interested even though I new that I could never cheat on Mary let alone spend a year doing it.

"When we first started Round Up there were very few rules which made for an uneven playing field. In order to make the contest fair we established formal rules sixteen years ago. In a nutshell the rules are; 1. Each participant must put up fifty thousand dollars. 2. Expenses for the event come off the top the remaining money is split between the    winner and his favorite charity. 3. The rules committee establishes a selection committee made up of members not    participating in the Round Up. The job of the selection committee is to select 300   women from all over the country to be the targets for the contest. These women must be between the ages of 25 and 35 Be healthy and attractive No addictions to drugs or alcohol Be college educated Be employed And must be married and in a stable relationship 4. The participants must avoid being caught by the women's husbands 5. The seduction must take place outside of the woman's home. 6. Proof on the conquest must be provided in the form of the woman's panties along    with pictorial proof. Most of the participants video tape their conquests for the    pictorial proof.  7. After each conquest a copy of the pictorial proof and a check for $1000 will be sent    to the woman's husband. 8. At the end of the year a check for $5000 will go to any     husband whose wife was targeted but would not allow herself to be seduced. 9. To make the Round Up more interesting, more difficult and more dangerous the    husbands of the selected women will be told about the Round Up, the rules and    that their wife was selected as a potential target. The husband will be told that there    is nothing he can do to have his wife removed from the selection list. Now those are the rules. As of last Friday 35 members had paid their entry fees. Do you understand what I am telling you?"

I was a little slow catching on. I didn't even start to get suspicious until he said the women had to be married but I wasn't sure until he said that the husbands would be told about the contest, that he was here to tell me that Mary was on the Round Up target list. I should have know I wasn't being invited to join when he said the entry fee was $50,000. I began to get very angry. I asked, "Are you trying to tell me that my wife is on a list of women to be seduced and I have nothing to say about it?" It took everything I had to not jump over the table and deck this guy. 

Mr. Smith look at me and said, "Yes, your wife has been selected. The only thing you can do is tell her about Round Up and hope that she resists all attempts to seduce her. In that case you will know you have a faithful wife and you will get $5000 as a bonus. Other than that there is nothing you can do about this. Anything these women do will be there own choice so the law can't help you and you don't want to try to expose us to the press because you can't really prove that we exist and the whole thing will make you look pretty dull and embarrass you wife and it will not stop us. I know you are angry right now but don't direct it at me. I am just the messenger. I am not part of the selection committee and I am definitely not a participant."

I still wanted to hit him but I was frozen in my chair by a feeling of being totally helpless. All I could manage to say was "Are you sure you have the right person?"

Mr. Smith smiled and said "Quite sure. Mary Hanson, 29 years old five feet eight inches tall, 125 pounds, hair brunette, blue eyes, very attractive, college graduate, works for large pharmaceutical company, married 7 years to George Hanson, 31 years old, partner in an independent insurance company. I don't think I need to go on."

"How was my wife selected and how did you get so much information about her?"

"Our selection committee spends the three years between Round Ups gathering information and making those choices. We start by buying subscription lists from the ten most popular women's magazines among women in the 25 to 35 year old age group. Then we mail out thousands of surveys to these women to gather the information we need."

"What kind of information?"

"We will send out a survey that claims to represent a particular magazine and say that they want to find out who reads their magazine. They ask about age, marital status, education, career, and income bracket. To the women who respond to this survey we will send others. One survey about successful marriages asks questions about the women's marriages to determine which women have good marriages with questions like How long have you been married? Have you ever separated for any length of time? Have either you our your spouse ever been unfaithful? Another survey addresses Health and Beauty. In this we ask questions about body condition, height, weight, overall appearance, exercise habits and so on. Then there is another survey on fidelity. We ask if the women have ever had an affair, ever thought about having an affair, and what kind of things a man could say to her that would make her interested in him. Information is gathered over a long period of time and a profile is built for each of the women respondents."

I was having a difficult time listening to all of this without jumping up and screaming 'What gives you the right to play with people's lives this way?' I had to stay in control in hopes that I could discover a way out of this for Mary and me.

Mr. Smith continued his explanation of the selection process, "After the survey results are in we usually have over 1000 profiles. The committee then reviews each of the profiles and sets aside what they think are the most interesting 500 for further screening. Members of the selection committee then go out and get photographs of these women and finally telephone interviews are done with the women."

"Telephone interviews? What kind of questions are asked during these interviews? Do you want to cheat on your husband?" I was beginning to lose my grip a little.

"Actually the phone interviews are just another survey. We just want to get a voice sample to go along with the photograph. With these final two pieces we go to work to select our 300 finalists."

I was stunned. I couldn't see anyway to force them to take my wife off of their list. I couldn't think of anything to say so I just sat and stared at Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith rose from his chair and said, "Well good luck young man." As he turned to walk away he looked back and said, "By the way, like Omega, Bob Smith is a pseudonym." Then he left.

I sat for another half hour trying to get my emotions under control. I was thinking about what I was going to say to Mary about all this. I felt like I had somehow let her down by allowing something like this to happen.

When I got home Mary was in the kitchen fixing dinner. When I looked at her I could see why she would have been chosen for the list. She is very beautiful. When Mary heard me enter she turned and smiled and asked how my day was. I said, "You won't believe the day I had. We need to have a talk after dinner."

Mary looked concerned and asked what we needed to talk about. I told her it would wait till after dinner and I didn't want to get into it until then. 

After dinner Mary took me by the hand and led me into the living room and sat next to me on the sofa. "Okay, what's the problem? You look as thought someone killed your dog."

I said, "I feel even worse." Then I told her the story starting with the phone call Saturday night. I tried to tell her everything except that it came out is such an emotional rush that I was sure I had overlook some of what Mr. Smith had said but I gave Mary enough of the facts that she understood what it all meant. She was to be the sexual target of at least 35 men who wanted to use her to win a contest. To say the least, Mary was very angry. When I was finished Mary asked, "How could they know so much about me? I may have answered some magazine surveys but I don't remember them. It's amazing that they can get away with something like this. This isn't one of your sick jokes is it?"




The Round Up



I told her it wasn't one of my jokes and I saw no humor in this situation. We continued talking about this for the rest of the evening trying to come up with a way out.

We didn't talk about the Round Up the next morning. We just ate breakfast in silence and went to work. That evening when I got home Mary was in the kitchen making dinner. I asked her how her day was and she said "Good" which surprised me a little. I asked, "Have you thought about what we're going to do about this Round Up thing?"

Mary smiled at me and said, "Yes. If any of the participants try to seduce me I will let them. After all it's quit an honor to be selected from several thousand other women don't you think?"

I almost choked when she said that. Then she started laughing and said "Do you really think there is some private club in the country that could put together something as elaborate as this Round Up thing? No way. This has got to be a practical joke site up by one of your buddies." 

Now I hadn't considered that. I said, "Maybe you're right. I hope you're right, but I think we had better be ready in case it's not a joke."

Mary laughed and said, "It's a joke, take my word for it. The best thing we can do is not react at all. Don't let anyone know how upset we were yesterday. Then the joke will be on whoever put this together. You have to admit it is a good piece of work."

"I guess you're right, but what if it's not a joke?"

Mary smiled and said, "Well you don't have anything to worry about. I am not about to let anyone seduce me and take a chance on losing you. So how about you taking one of the top 300 women between the ages of 25 and 35 up to your bed and making love to her?"

Mary had already made me feel better and now I was able to joke about it too. "Which one of the 300 did you have in mind?" 

Mary took me by the hand and said, "Come on and I'll show you." 

For the next six weeks I kept hoping that someone would tell me that this was all a joke but no one ever did. I occasionally brought the subject up with Mary and always got the same response, "You don't have anything to worry about. This is a joke and if it's not a joke you don't have to worry about me being seduced by some spoiled rich guy trying to win a contest. Toward the end of the year I could tell that Mary was getting a little tired of my insecurities. In January I asked Mary to tell me if a guy even tried to flirt with her. 

Mary said, "Okay. But no more questions about this. I will tell you if anything happens that you need to know about. Can you deal with that?"

I said I could deal with it and I apologized for being a pest. 

It's funny how you can remember some things with such clarity. It was the sixteenth of March when Mary called me at work and said she had to work late that night. I remember the date because I had just signed an insurance deal with a large account and wanted to celebrate that night. So needless to say I was disappointed. On the way home from work that night I decide that I would celebrate my big deal when Mary got home. I stopped and got some Champaign and when I got home I put the Champaign on ice and placed several candles around the bedroom. Then after I showered and shaved I watched TV till Mary got home. She came in around nine o'clock. When she came in I grabbed her, kissed her and then I told her about the account I won. I told her I wanted to celebrate with her upstairs.

When we got up stairs Mary laughed at seeing all of the lit candles and the Champaign chilling next to the bed. She kissed me and said "Let me quickly shower and I will join you in our bed. You can pour my Champaign now. With that she went into the bathroom and closed the doors behind her.

There is bit of a voyeur in me. I have always enjoyed watching Mary as she dresses or undresses, especially when she has no idea that I am watching. When we first moved into our house I discovered a trick for spying on her in our bathroom. Our bathroom has a tile floor with a single strip of white marble under the doors. I found that I could lie on the floor and see Mary's reflection on the shinny marble surface. I occasionally like to watch Mary as she puts on her makeup in the morning because she usually does it in the nude. And I always enjoy watching her as a prelude to sex. It was with this in mind that I got down on the floor and looked at the reflection on that piece of marble as Mary got undressed. She removed her blouse and her bra then she removed her skirt leaving her standing in her pantyhose. I could feel my erection growing as I watched her standing there. I was focusing on her beautiful breasts as she began to pull her pantyhose down. I was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing panties. Before I could think about what that might mean she disappeared into the shower. 

I couldn't remember Mary ever going out of the house without panties before but I wasn't sure. I thought about just asking her why she wasn't wearing panties but if I did she would know I was spying on her. I decided that it was probably no big deal and I shouldn't get all worked up about it., but I couldn't get it completely out of my mind.

When Mary came out of the bathroom I was still trying to think of a way I could ask her why she wasn't wearing panties. As Mary walked toward me I stood up and was just going to ask her but before I could she gave me a deep tongue kiss and put her right hand in my shorts and began stroking my stiff cock. Suddenly I had only one thing on my mind and it wasn't Mary's panties. Mary quickly dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. As usual she stopped just short of making me cum and got up on the bed and asked me to return the favor. I didn't hesitate. I went right down on her fuzzy peach and began sucking the juice from it. I immediately noticed something different about the taste of her pussy. It was different than usual but it was familiar at the same time. I couldn't figure it out and I was too excited to spend any time thinking about it. Mary has always been responsive in bed but that night she was even more so. We made love for over an hour and we were both exhausted when we were through. As we lay in each others arms, my softening cock still inside her pussy, Mary whispered "I love you " in my ear. Then she did something she had never done before. She let my cock slip out of her then she turned around and took it into her mouth. Then she swung her leg over my head and nestled her pussy against my mouth. I began to eat her cream filled pussy as she gently sucked on my cock. It took a long time before my tired cock responded. Mary and I continued giving each other oral pleasure until we both climaxed. After that we both went to sleep.

It was two weeks later on March 31st that I received a Federal Express package at my office. The return address was just a post office box in Los Angeles. When I opened the package two items fell out. The first item was an 8 mm video cartridge. The second item was a cashiers check for $1000. There was nothing else. 

I was sick. I wasn't sure if I was going to vomit of not. I almost broke down and cried. I didn't know what to do. I wouldn't know anything for sure until I could see what was on the videotape but I was pretty sure what I was going to find. The first thing I was going to have to do was find an adapter so I could view the 8 mm tape on my VHS machine. I went immediately to our media department. I knew the guy in charge of the department and he let me borrow an adapter. 

When I got home that night Mary, as usual, was in the kitchen making dinner. Mary look up at me and smiled and somehow I didn't feel angry at her. Yet!

I don't know how I got through the evening. Trying to act as if nothing was wrong while we talked about our day at work and then later watching TV together. Finally around 9:30 Mary fell asleep on the sofa. I woke her and suggested that she should go up to bed. She kissed me good night and went upstairs. I gave her time to settle into bed and fall asleep then I went out to my car and retrieved the tape and the adapter. I set my VCR up to play the tape then I went upstairs to check on Mary. I wanted to be sure she was asleep, which she was.

As I hit the play button on the remote I could fell my heart thumping in my chest. I almost decided not to watch the tape at all but I finally screwed up my nerve and hit the button. The first minute of the tape was blank then there was a flicker of light and movement but I couldn't make out what I was looking at. Then finally the picture came clear. All that was showing was a view of a room. . It looked like a hotel room with a king size bed. In the upper left corner on the screen was the date and time. It said 03/16/99 6:00 PM. After about thirty seconds the pictured began to zoom in on the bed. Now the bed filled most of the screen. The scene went in and out of focus a few times and then finally there was a very clear picture of the bed. A few seconds later the picture went black. I paused the tape for a minute to think about what I had just observed. Some one had just set up a camera to videotape whatever was going to happen on the bed in that hotel room. My heart was still pounding, I had butterflies in my stomach and my palms were sweating. I hit the play button.

The screen was black for a few more seconds then the view of the bed was back on the screen. Now the time and date said "03/16/99 7:30 PM. I could hear noises in the room. I saw someone move past the camera and over to the bed. When the person sat down on the bed I could see that it was a man about thirty years old dressed casually and looking relaxed. He looked directly into the camera and winked. I heard a noise in the background and the man looked to his left then stood up as a woman entered the room. I recognized Mary even before I saw her face. After all I was expecting it to be her and I recognized the blouse she was wearing. The man put his arms around my wife and kissed he on the mouth and Mary didn't make any attempt to pull away. I knew then that my worst fears were about to come true. As they continued kissing the man lowered his hands to cup Mary's ass and pulled her into him grinding his crotch against her. As they broke their kiss I could see that Mary had her tongue in his mouth.

At that point an odd thing began to happen to me. Although my heart was still pounding, my stomach wasn't rolling any more and my cock was getting hard. 

Back on the screen they continued kissing as the man kneaded my wife's ass. Then he sat down on the bed and I heard him tell Mary to remove her blouse. She did this slowly and seductively. When she dropped her blouse onto a chair her told her to remove her bra. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra and while holding it to her chest with one hand she lowered the straps from her shoulders. Finally she leaned slightly forward and let her bra fall on his lap. He looked at the bra then tossed it aside. He said, "Now remove your pantyhose." 

Mary lifted her skirt just high enough that she could reach under and hook her thumbs into the waistline of the pantyhose and she pulled them down over her ass and down her thighs and then removed them completely. The man then pulled Mary to him and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. He did this for about a minute then move to the other nipple. While her was sucking on Mary's left nipple he put his right hand on her left calf and slowly ran his hand up the back of Mary's leg up under her skirt all the way to her ass. Then he moved his hand around to the front and in between her thighs. I could tell by the expression on Mary's face that he must be messaging her pussy.

After a short time the man removed his hand from under Mary's skirt and let her stand up straight again. Then he told her to remove her skirt. Mary unbuttoned the skirt in the back and pulled the zipper down and let the skirt fall to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt, picked it up and put in on the chair with her blouse. The next thing he said to Mary I didn't quit hear but I watched Mary slide her hand down over her belly and inside her panties and begin to finger herself. She had never done that for me. As Mary continued to play with herself I could feel my cock getting harder. I couldn't understand why I was so aroused watching my wife with another man.

Mary was still fingering herself when he reached out with both hands and pulled her panties down. Mary kept her hand busy in her pussy as she let him take her panties off. The man picked up Mary's panties and held them up to his face and inhaled deeply, then he rubbed the panties all over his face. Next he told Mary to sit and he stood up. He stuffed Mary's panties into his pocket then stood in front of Mary as he stripped off his clothes. When he was completely naked he moved in very close to Mary and began stroking his cock right in front of her face. When he had himself nearly fully erect he stopped stroking himself and just held his cock in the middle and told Mary to open her mouth, which she did. Then he moved toward her and put his cock into my wife's mouth. I could tell by the look on his face that Mary was giving him a fantastic tongue bath. I began to feel very jealous. Not angry, but jealous. I wanted it to be my cock in her mouth.

The man pulled back and let his cock pop out of Mary's mouth then he pushed her back on the bed and got down between her legs and began eating her pussy. He brought her to orgasm very quickly but continued to give her joy with his mouth and tongue. When he was finished eating Mary, he climbed on top of her and pushed his engorged member inside her waiting pussy. He very quickly got into his rhythm and Mary matched his pace.

While their sex was full of lust and was exciting it was obvious it lacked passion and certainly couldn't be considered love making. They tried several positioned and finally ended up with Mary on top. They were positioned so that I was looking directly up between their legs. I could see the beautifully rounded cheeks of Mary's ass and her little brown hole and I had a very clear view of this stranger's cock that was sliding in and out of my wife's pussy. I could tell by the wetness around Mary's opening that she must have had at least one orgasm, probably more. Suddenly I saw the man's thighs tighten up and he pushed into Mary very hard and held it there, then he relaxed a second then did it again. He did this several as he had his climax and pumped his semen deep inside my wife. When he was done they both lay still. I couldn't take my eyes off of the scene before me. I watched as his erection softened. Finally his cock slipped out of Mary's pussy followed by a small river of his cum. 

Shortly after that Mary got up and gathered her clothes and went into the bathroom. Once she was out of the room the man got up and turned the camera off. The time in the corner of the screen just before the screen went blank was 03/16/99 8:15 PM. 

I don't know why but I replayed the last ten minutes of the tape again before I turned off the TV and VCR and sat down to try to figure out what I should do now. As I was sitting there it suddenly occurred to me that March 16th was the night Mary told me she had to work late and didn't get home till 9:30. And we made love that night. I suddenly remembered that her pussy tasted different to me and now I knew why. Another man had been there a couple of hours before me.

Mary couldn't have know that she had been recorded having sex with that man. That was one of the things that had slipped my mind when I told Mary about Round Up. I knew Mary wouldn't have cheated on me if she knew I was going to get a videotape of the whole thing. Now I had to decide. Should I confront Mary with the video and if I did, what would I do then? I had to have a plan and until I knew what I was going to do I wouldn't be able confront her. Why had she done this to me? To us?

The next morning I tried to act like nothing was wrong. I watched Mary carefully to see if she was behaving differently but I didn't notice anything. That evening after Mary went to bed I got the video out and watched it again. I found my self with an erection again. I actually masturbated while watching another man fuck my wife. 

After that I decided not to confront her with the evidence. I didn't think she would do it again and I didn't want to lose her over what I hoped was just a one time fling. Even so I decided that I was going to watch Mary very carefully and catch her in the act if she did it again. After that day I kept close tabs on Mary. If Mary said she had to work late I would park outside her office building and wait for her to come out and make sure she was going home. This went on for about a month without incident until May. On May 4th Mary called me at work and said she was going to have to stay late. When I got off work I went to her building and waited like I had several other times during the past month only this time she came out of the building at her normal quitting time. She was walking with a man I didn't recognize. They both walked into the parking lot but got into separate cars. Just when I though this might be a false alarm, instead of turning left to go home Mary turned right as she pulled out of the parking lot and the guy in the other car was right in front of her. 

I followed the two cars as they left the office complex and drove across town and turned out toward the interstate. There were five hotels at the interchange. I tried to get closer so I would be sure to see were she was going. About two blocks from the hotels the traffic light changed just as I got there and I had to stop. I could still see Mary's car. Then a tractor trailer pulled into the intersection from my right and sat in the middle of the intersection waiting to make a left turn effectively blocking my view of Mary's car. By the time the truck completed it's turn Mary was gone. When the light changed I sped down the road to try and catch up but it was too late. I checked the parking lots of all five hotels and couldn't find Mary's car. I wasn't sure of what I should do. I thought about going into the hotels and looking in the bars but I wasn't prepared for that kind of confrontation so I went home.

Mary got home around nine o'clock that night. To look at her you wouldn't think anything was out of the ordinary. I asked her about her meeting and she said that the meeting was held at the Hilton Hotel out by the interstate. She said they had a good meal and an excellent meeting.

I asked how many people were at the meeting and without hesitating she said that there were ten people in attendance. I was beginning to relax and believe that there was actually a meeting. As we were talking we sat together on the sofa and had a drink. During a lull in the conversation Mary leaned over and kissed me. I kissed her back and soon the kisses became very passionate. When I started to run my hand up Mary's leg she stopped me and said let's go upstairs and continue this discussion. Given the erection I had I wasn't about to say no. When we got to the bedroom Mary said that she would like to freshen up with a quick shower first, then disappeared into the bathroom. I was on my stomach by the bathroom door in a flash watching Mary undress. I was so horny that I had forgotten about my earlier suspicion, that is until Mary took off her pantyhose to reveal that she was not wearing panties. As she turned to put her pantyhose in the laundry hamper I saw that her pubic her was mated and sticky. I got up off the floor and went to sit on the bed. My mind was in a fog trying to make sense out of what was happening. I was still in a fog when Mary returned from the shower. Mary began kissing me as she put her hand inside my pants and began stroking my growing erection. I soon was too horny to deal with anything else. We began making love if you could call it that. Usually I am gentle and patient during love making but that night I was rough and aggressive. Mary didn't seem to mind. After she had taken me orally for several minutes she indicated that she wanted me to do the same for her. It was difficult for me to bring myself to go down on her even though she had showered, but in the end I gave her what she wanted. This time I could taste the slight residue of cum that her shower didn't remove. After that I pushed her down on the bed and pushed my stiff cock inside and began giving her hard fast strokes. Mary had an orgasm about two minutes before I had mine. Neither of us spoke afterward. We just went to sleep.




The Round Up



Two weeks later I got the videotape and the check.

I brought the tape home and that night after Mary went to bed I watched it. This time it was in a different hotel and the camera angle was different. This guy didn't waste any time. As soon as Mary came in the room he began kissing her and removing her clothes When she was naked he stripped out of his clothes and joined her on the bed. He immediately pushed her into a 69 and they sucked on each other for about ten minutes. After that he got on top of Mary in the missionary position and gave her a very rough and hard fucking. After he climaxed inside Mary he pulled his cock out and wiped it off on Mary's pubic hair. Although the whole session lasted just a half hour Mary had a satisfied look on her face. When she got up to get dressed the guy waited till she wasn't looking and he turned the camera off. When the tape was over I rewound the tape and masturbated as I watched it again.

I was now very confused. When I thought about my wife cheating on me I got very angry and thought about throwing her out of the house and telling her I wanted a divorce. But yet, when I watch the video evidence of her infidelities I found that they sexually aroused me and I also found that every chance I had to be alone in the house I got the videos out and watched them. What at first had made me feel sick and angry was now arousing me. I found that I wanted sex with Mary more often then I had in the last few years and she seemed to want it more also. I eventually came to the decision that I would wait to confront Mary later. I now wanted to see just how many times she was going to be unfaithful to me. I was also beginning to develop a perverse pleasure thinking about how I would make her suffer when I confronted her with the evidence of her infidelities. I also kind of liked the money. I had a feeling that I would eventually forgive her but I wouldn't want her know. I decided to continue watching Mary's activities so that I would know when she was about to meet with one of the contestants. I didn't want the videos in the mail to come as a surprise to me. 

It was just two weeks later when the next Round Up of my wife occurred. Mary came to bed on Wednesday night and told me that she was going to have to work late Thursday, then she asked me if I wanted to make love. I was surprised to find that I was instantly horny. Knowing that Mary might have a date the next night started an erection. I put my hand between her legs and found her pussy was already wet with her juices. That night we made love for over an hour before we went to sleep.

The next morning I watched under the bathroom door as Mary dressed for work. After her shower Mary put on a very sexy black bra and panty set then she put on a garter belt and stockings instead of pantyhose. I don't ever remember Mary wearing stockings and a garter belt to work before. That confirmed to me that she was dressing for a sexual encounter that evening. This was the first time she dressed especially sexy for one of her encounters.

That afternoon I rented a car so I could follow Mary closer without her recognizing my car. I also brought along a baseball cap and sunglasses to use as a disguise. That evening I left work a little early and got to Mary's office complex just in time to see her coming out of the building. As she left I followed her out of the parking lot and to the right. Just like last time she headed for the hotels out by the interstate. I was able to stay with her all the way. Mary pulled into the Hilton and left her car with valet parking. I took my rental to the selfpark area and hurried into the hotel. I looked around the lobby of the hotel but I saw no sign of Mary so I headed for the lounge. 

As I entered the lounge I saw Mary standing at the bar not ten feet from where I was. Luckily she was talking to the bartender at the time. I quickly moved into a dark corner of the room where she would have a difficult time seeing my even if she looked right at me. The bartender brought Mary a drink and she sat in one of the stools sipping the drink. About ten minutes later a man entered the lounge, took a quick look around then walked over to Mary. He appeared to be about 35 years old 6 feet tall, dark hair, maybe 170 pounds, generally a handsome man. I watched them introduce themselves and shake hands. Then Mary's new friend ordered a drink from the bartender and when he got his drink he and Mary went and sat in a booth across the room from me. 

Not much happened for quite a while. They just sat and talked and had a couple of drinks. At seven o'clock dance music started to play in the lounge. Mary's friend stood up and took her buy the hand and led her to the dance floor. They danced much closer together than you would expect for two people who had just met. As I watched them dance I felt a little queasy inside. I was a little jealous but I found myself fascinated as I watched this stranger slide his hand down and cup Mary's ass. Once again, instead of getting angry I was getting an erection. After a couple of dances they sat down. Things began to progress quickly after that. He began kissing Mary. I watched as he put his had on Mary's thigh and slipped it up under her skirt and she made no attempt to stop him. I could tell when he discovered the garter belt by his reaction. His hand stop moving and he stopped kissing Mary and pulled his head back and looked at her then he gave a big smile. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and said something to her. Mary nodded yes and they got up from the table and headed out of the lounge. I followed them out as close as I dared and got to the lobby just in time to see them get on an elevator. As the elevator doors were closing I saw Mary's friend kiss her and squeeze her ass. I knew what that meant. When the elevator doors had closed I left. I returned the rental car and got my car back and went home to await Mary's return. 

As I sat waiting for Mary I watched the videos of her previous encounters. The idea that she was now doing the things I was seeing on the screen with the guy I had just seen her with at the hotel had me erect and masturbating.

Mary came home around ten o'clock. I asked how her meeting went and she said fine. I walked over to her and pulled her to me and gave her a deep kiss, which she responded to in kind. I told her I wanted to make love to her she said, "Let's go". When we got upstairs to our bedroom Mary went into the bathroom and closed the door. Once again I spied on her under the door. Mary removed her blouse and bra then her skirt. Surprise, surprise, no panties. She quickly removed he stockings and the garter belt and put them in the hamper. 

I watched as Mary got a washcloth out of the closet and washed her pubic area. I was expecting her to do more than that so I almost didn't get away from the door before she opened it to come back into the bedroom.

When Mary came to me she pushed me down on the bed and pulled my pants off. She immediately went down on my cock. When she had me ready she turned herself around so we were in position to perform 69. At first I resisted because I knew she had a load of cum in her pussy from earlier in the evening. As Mary continued to pleasure my cock and I got more aroused my resistance began to break down. I remembered that this wouldn't be the first time I had tasted semen mixed with her juices so I gave in and gave Mary what she wanted. I licked and sucked on Mary's pussy until she climaxed twice. Mary then brought me off in her mouth. Afterward Mary curled up in my arms and said "Thank you. I love you". I told her that I loved her too and we went to sleep.

Just like clockwork, two weeks later I got the envelope with video and a check. 

That evening, as was becoming my practice, when Mary went up to bed I put the new tape in the player. This time when the picture came on both Mary and her friend were already on the bed. He must have had a remote for the camera so that he could control the camera from the bed. Both of them had their clothes on and he was leaning over to kiss Mary. 

As the kissing got more passionate he opened her blouse and started kissing Mary's breasts. The bra Mary was wearing unsnapped in the front so he had her wonderful nipples exposed to his kisses very quickly. As he continued to kiss and suck Mary's nipples he was stroking the inside of Mary's thigh with his hand. He seemed to enjoy feeling the contrast between her stockings and the soft skin of her upper thigh. After enjoying my wife's upper thighs a little longer Mary's friend helped her remove her skirt. Now all she had on was her stockings, garter belt and panties. The guy had Mary stand up so he could see how sexy she looked. Then he stood up with her and kissed her a few times. As he did this he moved Mary to the end of the bed nearest the camera. There he sat Mary down and while standing in front of her he removed his own clothes. When he was naked he stood with his cock directly in front of Mary's face. The effect of this was that the video at this point was a close up of his cock and Mary's face. This guy had a large cock. Not huge but large, maybe seven and a half inches long and thick. Mary seemed mesmerized by his tool. She reached out and took his cock in her hand and began stroking as she stared at it. Then she moved her hand to the base of his cock, squeezed it and pulled on it. When she did this a large clear drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock. Mary used her tongue, and just dipped into the drop of moisture. When she withdrew her tongue there were several strands of the liquid extending from the tip of his cock to the tip of Mary's tongue. Next Mary flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock completely removing what was left of the clear liquid. Mary pulled on his cock again producing another drop of the nectar that she seemed to be enjoying. This time after she lick his cock clean she took it into her mouth and began giving him one of her fantastic blowjobs. 

Soon after that Mary's friend got on the bed with her and pushed his big cock inside her. He stroked her hard and fast until he climaxed. As soon as he climaxed he pulled his cock out of Mary's pussy and with strings of cum sticking to his cock he moved up and pushed his cock into Mary's mouth. She worked on his cock until he got hard again. As soon as he was hard he put his cock back inside Mary's pussy. This time he took long slow strokes and every few minutes he changed his position. He fucked Mary from just about every position I could imagine. When he finally climaxed again, he didn't move for awhile. Finally he rolled over on his back and had Mary suck his cock clean. 

I was so hot after watching the video that I had to hit rewind and watch it again. When I did, I came in my pants without touching myself. 

Over the next few months there were three more incidents. At that point I decided I had to take some action. After all my wife had lied to me, and had been unfaithful to me six times. But on the other hand I found that this whole thing had brought some adventure to my life. Spying on my wife to see if she came home with her panties, following her when she went out for one of her dates, seeing the video evidence afterward. And on top of all that I had received $6000.  

This brings us up to last Saturday. That evening after dinner I asked Mary to join me in the living room. I wasn't sure what was going to happen when I confronted her, I just had to get things in the open and try to work things out the best we could.

When we were both sitting in the living room I asked Mary if she had any contact with any of the participants of the Round Up. Mary said, "What do you think?" 

I said, "I think you promised that you would tell me if anyone even flirted with you."

"That's what I said. So why are you asking me about this now?"

"Remember the night I told you about Round Up and I tried to explain the rules of the contest as Mr. Smith had explained them to me?"

"I remember"

"Well, earlier this year I remembered some of the things Mr. Smith told me, that I forgot to tell you. I don't remember telling you that the contestants had to do two things to prove that they actually made a conquest. The first was that they had to bring the woman's panties back with them and the second was that they had to videotape the conquest. I would assume that this was done without the woman's knowledge."

Mary looked a little shaken but managed to say, "I still think the whole thing was a joke."

"I thought so too but there was another thing I forgot to tell you. After each conquest a copy of the video and a check for $1000 was to be sent to the woman's husband. Now I have $6000 and six video tapes like this one." At that point I hit the play button on the remote. The picture that appeared on the screen was the close up of Mary licking the drops of pre-cum off her dates cock.

Mary gasped and muttered "Oh God" Then she buried her face in her hands and began to cry. Through her sobs she said, I'm so sorry. It was never my intention to be unfaithful to you ever and if you had never told me about the Round Up I never would have been unfaithful."

"What do you mean by, 'If I didn't tell you about the Round Up you never would have had sex with any of them.?"

"We have been married for seven years and I have never been tempted to be unfaithful. I have had opportunities. Guys have hit on me over the years but I would never have risked our marriage for any of them. But when you told me about the Round Up I was intrigued. To be listed as one of only 300 women selected from the thousands they screened is quite an ego boost. Then the more you talked about it the more it interested me until I made the decision to let the first guy who contacted me seduce me. I had no intention of doing any of the others. After two months went by I didn't expect to hear from any of them. But then Dale called in March. He told me he was participating in the Round Up and asked if I knew what that was. I told him I did and he asked to stop by his hotel for a drink. I went to the hotel and I had a couple of drinks with Dale then he took me up to his room. Since you have seen a video of that night I don't have to tell you what happened." We talked for awhile afterward and Dale told me that the guys in the Round Up know that they will have better luck scoring with the women whose husbands told them about the Round Up than they do with the women who don't know anything about it."

"After the first time why did you keep doing it?"

"I enjoyed it just because it was so naughty. It gave me a sexual charge that carried over to our sex life. I found myself hoping the next phone call would be from one of the contestants. You have to understand that having sex with those guys was just for kicks, making love to you has always been the real thing for me. So now that you have exposed me for the liar and whore that I am what are we going to do?"

I turned the video of Mary sucking that guys cock back on and pulled my already erect cock out of my pants and said, "I am going to watch the rest of this video while the whore I'm married to gives me one of her great blowjobs." 

Mary seem to be surprised that I had a hard on but she didn't waste any time getting it into her mouth. It wasn't long before we were on the floor making love.

After we both had or climaxes I told Mary, "I have really enjoyed the improvement in our sex life, and I know that you still love me but I am not sure what to think about the affairs. I think in a way we probably have both enjoyed them and I don't know if that's good or bad. My thinking is this, if you get anymore calls from contestants you can go on the date but don't tell me about it. That way we can both continue to play our little games. There is only six weeks left so what the hell. We may as well have fun with it and we will use the money to go on a second honeymoon next year." 

Mary asked, "Are you sure?" 

"Yes"

Mary said "I like the way you think.' And started working on my cock with her mouth again.

My advice to the readers of this story. If you your wife is selected for next years Round Up, whatever you do, don't tell her. 



The Round Up



I have not always celebrated Nude Day; in fact I didn't even know it existed until last summer. I will be celebrating it again this year, but perhaps I should begin by telling you what happened on Nude Day last year. It all started on a camping trip last summer, the weekend before Nude Day in fact, yes we were all drinking and it sounded fun at the time, little did I know that I would end up being the unlucky winner of the game. Well in the end, it was not so unlucky. We started playing truth or dare, a juvenile game really, but we were having fun. Then it was my turn and the question was 'Have you ever exposed yourself in public on purpose?' The answer was 'yes' and a few people there knew it, so I could not lie and I choose dare. "Sue, we dare you to celebrate National Nude Day."

I thought they were joking and replied, "There's no such thing; you are just trying to get me naked!"

I laughed. I was the only one laughing, and I quickly quit laughing.

"National Nude Day is next week, on Saturday."

"You mean there really is a Nude Day?" I asked, shocked.

"Yup and you choose Dare, so my dear Sue ... how are you going to celebrate Nude Day?"

"Awww, damn I dunno. I'm going to check and make sure it's true first though."

Sure enough when I got home Sunday evening and checked the internet, I discovered there was a Nude Day and these were the details. "This annual New Zealand event is the brainchild of former All Black Marc Ellis. Ellis, one of the presenters on the popular 'Sportscafe' television program is famous for two things: his rugby exploits, and making himself and others look silly. So, every year people (mainly young men) send videos of themselves doing various activities, in the buff, to Sportscafe. 'Winter' says Ellis 'is the great leveller' so that's when this day is held, usually in July. People are encouraged to do their usual thing, but naked." Well a bet was a bet and I had lost it, so I had to go nude sometime Saturday. This required some thought, I can't go nude where there are small children, and the thought of going nude in a public place did somehow appeal to me, I had never noticed I had these exhibitionist tendencies in myself before, but it was blissfully naughty sounding. Sighing to myself, I decided to get used to being naked and I undressed where I stood; if people would see me naked on Nude Day, then I had to get used to being naked. There is nothing wrong with my body, it is slim, my waist small, my breasts average sized and my hips flare just enough to give that hour glass figure. My hair falls just below my shoulders in a golden brown curtain and my eyes are a startling ice blue. I have a few freckles on my shoulders that add to my beauty.

I went about my chores of unpacking from the camping trip feeling a bit strange being naked, but I soon forgot about it. As I was about to go out into the hallway of my apartment building I grabbed my key and tried to put it in my pocket only to realize, I had no pocket! My face turned red, I could feel the heat there. Looks like Nude Day was going to be a breeze! I still didn't know how I was going to pull this off, but being naked was not going to be the problem. I walked back to the computer and did a bit more research on Nude Day to see if I could find any ideas. Most were about Nudist Camps and that type of thing, I was not ready for that, and I knew it. Then it hit me, I could go camping in the countryside with a friend, in fact I knew just where I could go! My uncle had a farm about forty five miles from the city with a large pasture. 'Perfect!' I thought. My friend Wendy had been on my last naked fiasco, streaking across a college campus, not ours but one where nobody had known us, maybe she would go camping with me.

The week sped by and Wendy and I left the city Friday night after work, the arrangements made with my Uncle Tom for camping in his back forty as he liked to call it. We arrived and set up our camp in a clearing beside the stream running through the pasture field, it was beautiful there, so quiet and peaceful. We sat around the fire that night when I told Wendy about Nude Day and the 'Dare' from last weekend. She started to laugh at me, "Sue, you always get into these pickles! That's what I like about you. Count me in, who's gonna know anyway?" We sat around the fire, talking, laughing and smoking until the wee hours and then crawled into our tents, sleeping until the sun woke us the next morning. The morning was warm and the sun bright as I poked my head from the tent flap, I saw Wendy doing the same thing, when she saw me; she bounded from the tent totally naked and yelled, "Happy Nude Day Sue!"

I followed suit, jumping from my tent naked and yelling, "Happy Nude Day Wendy!" Both of us laughed and ran down to the stream to go skinny dipping, making a lot of noise along the way. The skinny dipping did not last long as the water was ice cold so early in the morning and we got out of the cold water and walked back to our camp shivering, wet and nude. The sun quickly warmed us and we were laughing once more. Neither of us noticed the scowling old cowboy as we entered our camp."Humph! Noisy city people have no respect for us country folk," he muttered. We stood there speechless and naked as the day we were born, when he turned around his mouth fell open. "My god, put some clothes on women," he said frowning at us and quickly averting his gaze.

"No."

"No? Why the devil not?"

"It's National Nude Day and we came out here to camp and enjoy it," I tried to explain to him. "This is private property, you can't just camp here."

"We know, this is my Uncle Tom's place, he gave us permission."

"Did he tell you about the cattle drive going though here today?"

"No."

"Humph, that's just like Tom Peterson not to tell me about his citified niece and her friend camping and then seeing them running around out here naked as they day they were born! You have any idea how many men will be out here this afternoon?"

I shook my head dumbly."I didn't think so," he said frowning again, "If you two stay up here and be quiet, nobody will see you and it'll probably be ok. But don't go down by the stream, the cattle drive goes by on the other side."

"Ok," we both told him, knowing full well that we would be sunbathing beside the stream later, letting them all have a look! That's just what we did; we took some sun block, a large blanket and our digital cameras. We needed proof we were naked for the dare anyway. We ignored the noise and let the cowboys stare; many catcalls were made, but we ignored them. We took pictures of ourselves lying in the sun and relaxing in the clean country air. As the day wore on and the air cooled we got dressed, packed up our gear and headed back to the city. National Nude Day was over and in our opinion a success.



The Round Up . . . Is Over



 Before reading this story it would be good to go to the Loving Wives archives and read K.K.'s erotic and rather disturbing story The Round UP. 

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=64589

This story is my take on what happens in the next competition. As always my thanks go to all who have kindly commented on my previous submissions. Your praise is like applause to a stage performer. We live for it. Flamers, on the other hand, be advised Have Delete Key, Will Press. V_M

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When both members of a couple work hard and then have to fight traffic to get home, the sex they have at night is a lot more about comfort and affection than excitement. That was the pattern Cynthia and I had fallen into and that was the kind we had just finished. We are both pretty hot people on weekends but on the Monday after Thanksgiving last year we just kissed a while, fondled each other until we were ready and then fucked until climax. The elapsed time was probably even less than the "average" 15 minutes. Like I said, it was more about bonding than passion. 

She cleaned up with a tissue and rolled over to go to sleep, but I prefer a warm water wash. It was when I was coming back from the bathroom that the phone rang. Now there were only two reasons I could think of for the phone ringing near midnight, a wrong number or a family emergency and being unwilling to risk that it was the latter, I picked up the receiver and answered "Hello?"

On the other end, a business-like voice spoke "Hello is this Mario Vacchi?" 

"Yes it is; who's this?"

"My name is Robert Smith and I represent the Omega Sportsman's Club"

Oh shit! My mind went into overdrive. A friend of mine, George Hanson, had had a run-in with this bunch four years before. They'd seduced his wife, Mary, six times over the course of a year in a perverted kind of contest among themselves. Now, against all odds, it looked like they were back and I didn't like that idea one bit.

He went on, "I am sorry for calling so late but I need to set up an appointment to meet with you at your earliest convenience. I have an important matter to discuss with you."

My stomach went cold but I remembered all that George had told me. Like the prospect of being hanged in the morning, it focused my mind wonderfully. I absolutely had to play along. If I didn't meet with the bastard personally, their rules would require that they contact me about it by registered letter and then I'd never have even the slightest chance to figure out how to defend us against them. My chances weren't all that good in any case from what George said. "Where and when did you have in mind?" I queried trying to keep my voice as neutral as possible.

"Would the bar of the Marriott at 5:00 p.m. do?" There was an odd, arrogant chill in his voice that made me want to climb down the phone wires and squeeze the life out of his throat but I agreed. At least it gave me a day to get as ready as I could.

The next morning I went to work, as usual, at my actuarial firm. It isn't an exciting job but my experiences during Desert Storm had given me a deep appreciation for the mundane and the comfortable. Excitement, I firmly believe, is something that should happen to other people. All I wanted was enough money for a boringly normal suburban life, a family eventually and a good retirement. Now my calm little world was about to be seriously upset. Strangely, though, I felt more alert than I had in years. All the training that kept my A-Team alive during the days preceding the first invasion of Iraq seemed to rise up out of some deep recess in my brain and take over my body. 

I told my supervisor that I had to leave early and took off at noon. The first requirement for any mission is intelligence. To the infantry, that means a good understanding of the ground so I went over to the bar at the Marriott and saw that it had the usual layout of stools, tables and booths. George had said that "Mr. Smith" was grey-haired and prosperous-looking so I didn't figure him to be perched up on a stool. He'd be in a booth. So far, so good. The parking lot near the restaurant was fairly good sized and at 2:00 in the afternoon, nearly empty. By five, though, the "Happy Hour" crowd would start to arrive. The only way I'd be able to tell what car was "Mr. Smith's" would be to follow him, and that would have to be done without his knowing it. I looked around the entrance to the bar. To my satisfaction there was a fairly large potted plant that, if I moved quickly and "Mr. Smith" wasn't looking over his shoulder, I could hide behind and track him out to his car.

The second part of the intelligence search was just who the bastard really was. He'd bald-faced told George that Smith wasn't his real name and that told me that he had a reason to conceal it. Somehow there must be a way to trace down my enemy through their spokesman. I needed, really needed, his license number to get his name.

Mission requirement number two is good equipment. Thank God for modern electronics! I figured that my dictation recorder could sit in my shirt pocket but pictures would require something better than my very ordinary cell phone. I stopped off at the mall and spent enough to get the absolutely top of the line picture phone. The clerk swore that it had the equivalent of a 4X zoom lens. I could only hope that it was enough and that "Mr. Smith" would be parked fairly near the entrance. There was a strong temptation to slip my Bulldog .44 into my belt as well but according to George, that would be both futile and stupidly dangerous so I left it in the safe. God, I hate going into combat unarmed!

When 5:00 pm rolled around, I stealthily entered the bar from the side and saw to my satisfaction that the only man who resembled George's description of "Smith" was, indeed, sitting in a booth. I cranked up the magnification on my picture phone and got a good, clear face shot of him then went back outside, turned my tape recorder to 'voice activated' and walked in the front door. The man I suspected rose up and came to meet me, his hand extended. He looked to be in his mid to late sixties, with silver gray hair. He was very well dressed and he walked with an air of confidence that usually goes with old money. "Good evening, Mr. Vacchi, I'm glad you could make it."

"This is about the Omega Sportsman's Club?" I queried.

He gave me an impatient look and said "Actually Omega is not the real name of the club but we never use the real name in public. This is a very exclusive club and with a very elite membership. The whole purpose of the club is to provide exciting challenges and experiences for our members."

I looked at him emotionless, waiting for him to continue. The silence seemed to need filling so he went on, "We arrange for our members to participate in adventures that are out of the ordinary and not available to the general population. For instance we have arranged hunting trips to go after animals on the endangered species list, like black rhino in Africa and tigers in Indonesia and Southeast Asia, SCUBA diving on Spanish galleons for gold in shark infested waters, or snow skiing on mountains where the members have to be flown in by helicopter. Often our members use the club services to obtain artwork. This is only a partial list of the topics that I can discuss in public. There are many more adventures that are strictly confidential and for members only. Now this brings me to what I came here to talk to you about."

This was beginning to sound like exactly the spiel he'd given George. I wondered if it was a canned speech. If so, that dropped my estimation of his intelligence and might begin to give me an edge. There were no guarantees, of course, but I was beginning to get more hopeful. 

Mr. Smith continued, "I specifically came to talk to you about an event we call the Round-Up. The Round-Up is the most popular event among the members. We only do it once every four years and the event lasts for a whole year beginning on New Years day and ending the following December 31st. Round Up is a contest in which the participants spend a year trying to seduce as many different women as they can and the winner is the member with the most conquests." 

Yup, same story as before . . . the bastards!

"When we first started Round Up there were very few rules which made for an uneven playing field. In order to make the contest fair we established formal rules twenty years ago. In a nutshell the rules are: 1. Each participant must put up fifty thousand dollars. 2. Expenses for the event come off the top the remaining money is split between the winner and his favorite charity. 3. The rules committee establishes a selection committee made up of members not participating in the Round Up. The job of the selection committee is to select 300 women from all over the country to be the targets for the contest. These women must be between the ages of 25 and 35, be healthy and attractive, have no addictions to drugs or alcohol, be college educated, be employed and must be married and in a stable relationship. 4. The participants must avoid being caught by the women's husbands. 5. The seduction must take place outside of the woman's home. 6. Proof of the conquest must be provided in the form of the woman's panties along with pictorial proof. Most of the participants this year have chosen to digitally record their conquests as the pictorial proof. 7. After each conquest a copy of the pictorial proof and a check for $1000 will be sent to the woman's husband. 8. At the end of the year a check for $5000 will go to any husband whose wife was targeted but would not allow herself to be seduced. 9. To make the Round Up more interesting, more difficult and more dangerous the husbands of the selected women will be told about the Round Up, the rules and that their wife was selected as a potential target. The husband will be told that there is nothing he can do to have his wife removed from the selection list. Now those are the rules. As of last Friday 52 members had paid their entry fees. Do you understand what I am telling you?"

"You're after Cynthia."

Mr. Smith looked at me and said, "Yes, your wife has been selected. The only thing you can do is tell her about Round Up and hope that she resists all attempts to seduce her. In that case you will know you have a faithful wife and you will get $5000 as a bonus. Other than that there is nothing you can do about this. Anything these women do will be their own choice so the law can't help you and you don't want to try to expose us to the press because you can't really prove that we exist and the whole thing will make you look pretty dull and embarrass your wife and it will not stop us. I know you are angry right now but don't direct it at me. I am just the messenger. I am not part of the selection committee and I am definitely not a participant."

"Selection Committee?" I wanted to keep him talking. Why, I don't know. Maybe I thought that having enough of his voice on tape would be useful but it didn't seem to matter. Apparently, he was fond of the sound of his own voice. 

"Our selection committee," he went on "spends the three years between Round Ups gathering information and making those choices. We start by buying subscription lists from the ten most popular women's magazines among women in the 25 to 35 year old age group. Then we mail out thousands of surveys to these women to gather the information we need."

I stared at his eyes, unblinking.

"We will send out a survey that claims to represent a particular magazine and say that they want to find out who reads their magazine. They ask about age, marital status, education, career, and income bracket. To the women who respond to this survey we will send others. One survey about successful marriages asks questions about the women's marriages to determine which women have good marriages with questions like: How long have you been married? Have you ever separated for any length of time? Have either you or your spouse ever been unfaithful? Another survey addresses Health and Beauty. In this we ask questions about body condition, height, weight, overall appearance, exercise habits and so on. Then there is another survey on fidelity. We ask if the women have ever had an affair, ever thought about having an affair, and what kind of things a man could say to her that would make her interested in him. Information is gathered over a long period of time and a profile is built for each of the women respondents."

I waited.

Mr. Smith continued his explanation of the selection process, "After the survey results are in we usually have over 1000 profiles. The committee then reviews each of the profiles and sets aside what they think are the most interesting 500 for further screening. Members of the selection committee then go out and get photographs of these women and finally telephone interviews are done with the women. Actually the phone interviews are just another survey. We just want to get a voice sample to go along with the photograph. With these final two pieces we go to work to select our 300 finalists."

Everything he had said corresponded to what George had told me. They wanted to make it more dangerous by telling me? I'd see just how dangerous I could make it, without getting sent to jail for second degree homicide, of course. 

Mr. Smith rose from his chair and said, "Well good luck young man. And remember, if your wife is seduced, it will be purely consensual and you have no recourse against the club or any of its members." As he turned to walk away he looked back and said, "By the way, like Omega, Bob Smith is a pseudonym."

I waited, tense as a drumhead for him to exit the door then ran to follow. Paying absolutely no attention to anything around him, "Bob Smith" strolled out to the parking lot. That gave me the chance I needed. I popped out the door, dodged behind the bush and waited, picture phone at the ready. When "Mr. Smith" climbed into a well-detailed Lexus, I murmured a fervent prayer and then resolved to light a hundred candles at the cathedral when the license plate came into clear view. The 4X magnification was all that was needed. Even if it turned out to be a rental, you can't rent a car in this state without showing your driver's license and somehow he didn't look the sort to carry a phony. I now had my required Intel. What I needed next was reinforcements.

As I drove home, I fantasized about distant relatives in New Jersey. Surely with a family as big mine there must be someone there named Guido or Vinnie who could be relied upon to break "Mr. Smith's" fingers one joint at a time until he started to talk. Unfortunately, my direct ancestors had spent four generations staying away from "them" and I really had no desire to kiss anyone's ring or to owe favors to anyone as brutal as the Mob. I just wanted to work 8-5, play golf Saturday morning, attend early Mass on Sunday and spend the afternoon playing other kinds of games with Cynthia. Eventually, I hoped to find myself playing catch with some little Mario, Jr., Michael Antonio or helping some little Gina or Sophia bake cookies. Damn the Omega Sportsman's Club! 

While Cynthia fixed dinner I sat in the den and checked out my discretionary funds. The balance told me that I could afford at least one meeting with the best legal minds in the city. I swallowed deeply, kissed a new set of titanium clubs good-bye and dialed. 

"Law offices of Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister, Darla speaking. How may I direct your call?"

"Uh, hello Darla, my name is Mario Vacchi and I'm afraid that I have a problem with an organization calling themselves the Omega Sportsman's Club. I need some advice."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. "Hold on, Mr. Vacchi. I need to transfer your call." 

A Mozart minuet played in the background for a few minutes and then another voice with a Lowland burr came on line. "Misterrr Vacchi?" 

For some reason an image of an angry Bullmastiff with its teeth bared and an ugly growl in its throat popped into my head. "Angus McAllisterrr, here. Darrrla tells me ye're havin' a prrroblem with the Omega Sporrrtsman's Club? Is that no corrrect?" 

Holy Mother of God, it was one of the senior partners! Smyth-Jefferson and McAllister had joined together just out of law school and within five years had built up a reputation that most firms take a generation to acquire. Their depth of research, Olympian courtroom manner and cut-throat negotiations had given them an aura of invincibility that was, quite frankly, well deserved. Over the last several decades, anyone who fell within their sights was doing well just to settle out of court and keep the shirt on their backs. All I had wanted was an hour or so with a junior partner. I'd never expected anything like this.

"Uh, yes sir!" My voice cracked and squeaked in a way it hadn't since the eighth grade. Nervous? Me? Make that terrified! "I was hoping that I could spend an hour with one of your junior members and get a few ideas about what I might be able to do . . .?" For some reason I trailed off into what must have seemed a whimper to the large-sounding man on the other end of the line.

"No, Mr. Vacchi, ye're no going t' talk to a junior parrrtner. Mr. Smyth-Jefferrrson and I ha' heard too many storrries about those blackguards t' turn ya overrr to an underrrling, nae matter how skilled he or she may be. Wha' can ya tell me aboot wha' ha' happened so far and wha' have ya been able ta do, if anythin'?"

"I got a picture of the 'Mr. Smith', who seems to be their mouthpiece, while he was briefing me on the probable end of my marriage." I stammered, "I also got a recording of his spiel and his license plate. I didn't really have time to do much else. I haven't told my wife anything either."

"A picture and a license plate? Mr. Vacchi, ye're a rrresourceful lad. That's more in one evenin' than the entire state attairrrney general's office has been able t' get in the last ten years. All we ha' haird is rumor and none o' it guid. Ya dinna want t' know about how many divorces and suicides can be traced t' those bastards but no one knows who they are. Would it be possible for you an' perhaps your lady t' come up to the office around nine a.m. t'morrow?"

I agreed to the hour and for the first time since that miserable late night phone call began to think I might just be able to fight back, after all. Purely consensual? No, not when I don't consent, it isn't. Now, all there was left to do . . . was to tell Cynthia.

I agonized about that. One thing George was adamant about was should any guy find his wife in the cross-hairs of the Omegans, his best chance was not to tell her. A normally faithful woman can easily fend off the blandishments of the occasional man but many, like Mary, find it flattering and exciting to be among 300 women selected from thousands in America. She thought that since she truly loved George, a little fling couldn't really hurt him, so long as he didn't know about it. Also, it would definitely give her ego a boost. The slippery slope was all downhill from there. What I suspected, though, was that George's error lay in what he didn't tell her. So, using my recording to make sure that I had all the details right I sat down to dinner. We were done with the minestrone and halfway through the salmon with fennel when I mentally girded up my loins, took a deep breath and began.

"Honey, you know the Hanson's, George and Mary?"

"Sure, they're such a sweet couple. They always hold hands and she seems to get a little nervous when he's out of sight." The look I got indicated that I was being infantile. Tough!

"Did she ever talk to you about something called the Omega Sportsman's Club?"

"Yes." Now there was just a bit of a chill in the air. "How did you know and what makes you ask?"




The Round Up . . . Is Over



"George and I have talked a lot over a beer after golf. Please stay calm and tell me what she said."

"Mary said that there was this club that had contests every four years to see how many women each of them could seduce. They'd tricked her into cheating on George but he was such a sweet man and he'd loved her enough to forgive her little fling." Cindy's face was now very sober. I could see that whatever was coming next was going to give her a very bad feeling.

"Honey, it wasn't a little fling," I swallowed, took a deep breath and continued, "She went to motels and had sex with six different men over the course of about nine months. It wasn't until she learned, from George, that she'd been videotaped each time and that each time she succumbed he got paid $1,000 that she stopped."

"A THOUSAND DOLLARS? THAT LITTLE . . ."

"Cindy, no! She never knew until the sixth time about the videotape or the money. Remember she didn't get the grand, he did. He never knew who sent it or where the envelopes came from. All he knew was that this bunch of jerks had a list of 300 women that they could choose from and the one who fucked the greatest number of them won a contest. Mary got onto their list through no fault of hers and there was no way George could get her off. Paying George the thou' wasn't prostitution, it was more of like rent on her body. When he finally told her what he knew and how he knew it, when he showed her the tapes and the bank account, she was devastated. She quit her job and hid in the house until the end of the year when the contest was over. Then they took the money and went on a long second honeymoon for the express purpose of getting her pregnant. When little George was born Mary insisted on having DNA tests done to prove that George was the father. She even did the same thing three years later with Marissa. George didn't need the tests, Mary did. The woman is so traumatized that she doesn't trust her own faithfulness, even though George does and tells her so several times a day." 

By now my voice was shaking with grief and dread. Somehow, I hadn't ever truly grasped the shock of what the Hanson's had gone through until I tried to explain the whole thing to my wife, and she even knew part of it already.

"They paid him for her body. They paid him for her body! Mario, that isn't whoring or slut-wifery, that's slavery! Poor little Mary! No wonder she seems afraid to leave George's side." Cindy's face had gone white and her words were coming out in hisses. Then she froze. "There's a reason why you're telling me this, now, isn't there?"

"Yeah, Cindy, there is. You know that phone call late Monday night? There's a new contest with a new list . . . and you're on it." The room was very quiet now. "George's mistake was in forgetting to tell Mary that it wasn't just about little flings, it was about dominance. Maybe he didn't realize it himself but in a sense it was like a big, hairy biker dude grabbing a guy's wife and telling him that she was going to be raped until she liked it so much she'd never go back to him. Telling George that there was nothing he could do because it was all 'consensual' was like having a couple of more big bikers holding him down while the first one had his fun. These Omega guys aren't as crude but it's the same idea, they're taking a man's wife and having their fun with her then rubbing his nose in it with the tape and the money."

Cindy looked grim. "I'm worth a lot more than a thousand dollars! Besides, today any chick who gets fucked on film stands too high a chance of being displayed all over the porno sites on the internet. No, Mario, you're faithful little wife will spend the rest of the year being really leery of suave men with great pick-up lines. Fret not."

"I know, baby," I tried to smile reassuringly, "but this isn't just about you and me. These are really bad people. They hunt endangered species, loot archeological sites for the artwork, decide who among 'the general population' they can fuck with impunity and God alone knows what else all. They seem to have lots of money and think that it puts them above the law, above 'the general population', above us. Somehow they've got to be stopped." I took another deep breath. "Cynthia, tomorrow we have to take the day off from work because at nine o'clock in the morning we're meeting with Angus McAllister . . ."

"Of Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister? Good God!" Cindy's eyes got big and a slightly mad smile crossed her face. "Jeez, 'Sergeant' Vacchi, when most fire-teams call for air support they want A-10's. You bring in the B-52's. O.K., I'll call Chuck in the morning."

The rest of the night was uncomfortable. We tried to watch television but everything seemed even stupider that usual. Then I tried to read a book while Cindy knitted but she kept dropping stitches and I kept reading the same page three times without ever knowing what it said. Finally I stepped outside and found that it wasn't too terribly cold so I put on my tights and my old running shoes and went for a jog, something I hadn't done much of since I left Active Duty. Three miles made me feel better so I did another one and came home in time to shower (with shave) and head for bed.

Stepping out of the stall to towel off my hairy Italian body, I saw a note on the mirror. "Go sit on the sofa." That was different. My forthright little Cindy wasn't given to communication by note. If she had something to say, she said it. Puzzled, I ran the towel over my balding head (we go bald early in the Vacchi's) and went out into the living room.

All the lights were off but there were candles spaced around the edges of the room. The coffee table was pushed aside leaving a big space in the center. "Cindy?"

"Just go sit down, Mario," her quiet voice was a command from the dark kitchen and when I complied I saw her hand with a remote control turn on the stereo and then disappear. A deep, slow throbbing drum solo started and my usually demure little Cynthia pushed off the doorway and began to dance her way into the room. She was completely naked. As the music boomed she began swing and writhe in time to it and to run her hands over her body in the most lewd manner you can imagine. She squeezed her ample breasts, spread her broad buttocks, stroked her curved belly and all the while swayed left and right, back and forward. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Bit by bit she came closer, the expression on her face an eerie blend of greed, lust and anger. Running her hands through her dark hair, she spread it out into a halo that had nothing to do with the shrine on our bedroom wall. Sweat appeared on her body, making it shine and when she was nearly within reach, Cindy ran her hands, fingers outstretched, down her belly. When she reached her mound she pulled her pussy open wide. She dropped to her knees and still holding herself open lay back onto the rug, her feet under her ass. 

Cindy lifted her head, pussy splayed and growled. "Come, my warrior, take what's yours. Use your woman so everyone will know whose she is. Remember what you're defending when the battle starts. Take me now!"

When she'd started her dance my eyes popped out of my head. By the time she was lying on her back my dick was so hard it hurt and my brain must have applied for paid leave because it certainly wasn't in the same room with the rest of me. I slithered off the sofa, crawled up between her knees and dropped onto her, pinning her arms to her torso. With a snarl I slammed myself into her and heard her scream. "Yes, Mario, breed me! Plant me! Make my belly swell. I'm quitting the pill. By the time that fucking contest begins I'll be growing your child and no one, no one can doubt whose woman I am! Fuck me, Mario, FUCK ME!" With her hands and arms pinned down the only way she could hold onto me was by squeezing her pussy and biting my neck. She did. I don't know what time it was when we finally went to sleep.

The next morning we spent an hour trying to remember and write down everything we had heard from the Hanson's and a complete account of 'Smith's' comments off my recorder. I thought of calling George but was afraid that Mary's fragile emotions wouldn't be able to handle the thought that her betrayers were back in the area. I wondered about that. The span of ages they target in their women is long enough for one to be on their damned list more than once. Somehow I doubted that even the big, bad Omega Sportsman's Club was brave enough to try that kind of stunt. Still, it just seemed safer to leave George and his wife out of it, at least for a while.

When we arrived at Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister we were immediately ushered into the elevator and up to the top floor where the partners kept their offices. Most attorneys seem to need to line their offices with books but with the entire local, state and federal code on line, it no longer makes sense. I guess Angus McAllister agreed because his office was window walls on two sides and the rest was covered with pictures of a small, blond dancer and four stalwart sons. This, I presumed, was his family. For some strange reason, there were also pictures of his partner, a stunning woman who might be Ms. Smyth-Jefferson, her probable sons with their wives and one gorgeous young woman who could only be the daughter. What those pictures were doing in McAllister's office beat Hell out of me. Anyway, it didn't matter because no sooner were we seated at his desk and offered cups of coffee when Charles Smyth-Jefferson, himself, stepped in escorting a tall, sturdy and very business-like woman in a severe suit. 

In a voice like a dark brown organ pipe Smyth-Jefferson introduced everyone. "Ms. Kruczynski, you know my partner and these two young people are Mario and Cynthia Vacchi. Mr. and Mrs. Vacchi, Susan Kruczynski of the US Attorney's office."

U.S. Attorney's Office . . . what had we gotten into? She smiled warmly. "Mr. and Mrs. Vacchi, I really must express my appreciation for whatever assistance you can give us. If there is any way we can get just the slightest wedge into the machinations of the Omega, you will be doing this country and just maybe the entire world a huge favor. These are really bad people but they have somehow managed to be even more secretive than the Mafia. We've been trying to follow up leads on them for a decade but every time it turned out to be a dead end. We are really hoping that this time will be the charm."

Cindy took the lead. She's a marketing executive and much more comfortable in groups of strangers than I am so it was only natural that she should speak first. "I'm afraid that we may have gotten you hopes up prematurely. All we have is what our friends told us about their experience four years ago and the photos that Mario took. Show them, honey."

I took out my cell phone and turned to the pictures of "Robert Smith", his car and the license plate on it. The response was electric.

"Son of a Bitch!" McAllister's broad, burly face went an ugly shade of red. Smyth-Jefferson' eyes turned to slits and the U.S. Attorney whispered "Who would have ever thought . . ."

"You've done far better than you can imagine;" rumbled Smyth-Jefferson, "we know that man, only too well. For starters his name isn't Robert Smith, it's Andrew Lee. He's a scapegrace descendent of the Virginia Lees, works as a particularly slimy lobbyist and is the kind of attorney that makes lawyer jokes too true to be funny. He's on his third trophy wife and cheats on her with every court reporter, clerk and paralegal in skirts that he can get his lecherous hands on. If he's the mouthpiece for Omega, we're in luck, because to be blunt, he's none too bright."

"Exactly, Charles," replied Ms. Kruczynski, "and I second your estimate. I'll get a federal warrant to tap his phone lines and, if possible, have one of those cyber-geniuses in the FBI take a look into his computer. Yes, young people, you have done far better than you can imagine. I must be going, now, to get this started. Angus will have your personal notes copied and sent over to my office and we will, naturally, have to subpoena your camera."

"Here," I grinned, "take it. All of a sudden I'm getting the feeling that just maybe Mr. Lee was bluffing when he said there was nothing I could do because it was all 'consensual'. Now, Mr. McAllister, assuming we do find out who these vermin really are, how do we sue them for alienation of affection?"

"Ya don't," McAllister's voice was dry and the expression on his face, wry. "Alienation o' affection laws have nae been on the books for yearrrs. In any event, they were never designed t' protect the sanctity of marrriage. Ratherrr, they protected a fatherrr's labor force, t' wit, his unpaid daughterrrs. What yer lookin' for is protection for yer dear wife against bein' tricked inta adultery. Modern legal thinkin' goes along the followin' lines. When the extra-marital sexual relations are consented to by both partners in the relationship, however immoral y' may believe it ta be, it is their ane business. Such goin's on drift inta the realm of polyamory or polygamy. Neither is recognized, legally, yet, but the freedom of religion required in the First Amendment may cover such things, eventually, because of the better behaved sort of polygamists livin' in northern Arizona. Pairsonally, Charles and I are awaitin' those developments with interest.

On the other hand, when one member of a marriage enters into an adulterous relationship wi'out the consent of the other spouse, current thought considers it fraud! A pairson enters into marriage based on an explicit understanding of monogamy; this means that the deceived spouse is lied to and betrayed. Such an affair is no merely immoral; it is an act of fraud and a brrreach o' contract. The defrauded spouse acts in the belief that the marriage contract is being honorrred. He or she makes life-defining decisions and incurs obligations based on the contract: havin' children, buyin' a home, takin' a particular job, sharin' income, makin' mutual investments. The adulterous spouse reaps the benefits of the marriage contract while violatin' its tairms. It therefore follows that anyone or group of pairsons attemptin' to coerce or seduce another into such a fraud is enterin' into a conspiracy. And when such a conspiracy crosses state lines, it comes under the provisions of the RICO Act. That is why our friend in the US Attorney's office is so interested. All we need now is proof of who the Omegans are and that they have done what we all know they do. Ye're off to a guid start, young people, in yer defense against this evil called the Omega Sportsman's Club. Here, take this phone number and get back to us every week, at minimum, and immediately if they contact ya. Should ya require any further assistance or advice, also call immediately. And dinnae fash yersel's aboot the cost. It galls my guid Scots soul t' be sayin' this but Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister is takin' this case pro bono publico. My parrrtner insists. Once y' made the parallel of payin' the husband for the unsuspectin' use of his wife's body w' slavery, Charles took it verra poorly. No surprise, considerin' his ethnicity. In any case, we are in yer corner, noo, and anyway we can possibly help, ya ha' only t' call." 

The drive home was euphoric. We chattered away like a couple of kids on their first date and when we reached the house made a ceremony of dumping Cindy's birth control pills down the toilet. We didn't make love, though, as I have read that it takes 48 hours for the male sperm count to return to fertile levels but still, sex every other day for a month or so seemed like a really, really good idea.

The New Year came and with it the beginning of the Round Up. All the sex we had in December and early January was rewarded around the 15th when Cindy's period didn't come and her OB/GYN congratulated us on our up-coming parenthood. After the obligatory phone calls to both our sets of parents the next announcement was to Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister. I know that sounds odd, but our weekly phone contacts were so reassuring that we actually began to feel very close to both partners. At the news, they held a little party for us at their offices. 

It was remarkable how two men who could only be described as formidable when at work could turn out to be so warm and charming while "off duty". The party was small, intimate even, with just us, both of the partners, their wives and their two youngest children. Within five minutes after our arrival we were friends for life with Charles and Victoria, Angus (Mac) and Sonya, and their newly engaged offspring, Justin and Deserea. Sonya, it turned out, owned an operated the largest and best-regarded dance studio around. She was tiny and birdlike, chirped with a Hungarian accent when she spoke and somehow had managed to be the mother of four strapping sons while still keeping a first-rate figure. Victoria called herself a therapist, though of what she never said. All I can tell you is whatever it is that she cures, an intelligent man will immediately go out and attempt to catch so as to put himself in her utterly gorgeous, sexy, caramel-colored hands. The youngsters were a startling pair, the pale, red-headed Justin and his milk chocolate fiancee. They were still students and madly in love. Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister may have started out as a partnership but by now it was a big family. I felt right at home. Not since my sainted grandmother's last Christmas Eve dinner had I felt so cherished by so many people. Funny, isn't it, how many different kinds of people are really Italian underneath? 

As with most parties, the women went off to talk about babies, pregnancy, child-rearing . . . and probably about husbands. Even though both our sets of parents were half a continent away, it was obvious that Cynthia was going to have all the support, sisterhood and mothering that she could possibly need during the coming nine months and afterwards. The men, on the other hand, were left with the champagne bottles to talk about golf, the local economy and, inevitably, politics. What we expressly didn't talk about was the Omega Sportsman's Club.

January ended and February began, as it always does. We went about our ordinary lives and had begun to hope that the Fed would deal with the bad guys and that we wouldn't have to do anything else. After all, isn't that what they're for? 

Not everything was the same, besides the coming baby, though. That late night jog I had taken felt so good that I kept it up and by the time Valentine's Day was on the horizon I was up to nightly 5K's and had lost the 20 lbs I'd gained since becoming a civilian. Cindy loved it. What she wasn't so sure about was the time I was spending at the local pistol range instead of the golf course. The Bulldog .44 had been traded in for a full-race combat .45 auto with laser sights and a magazine full of Silvertips. It felt good in the hand and the cluster of holes in the silhouette target was getting smaller and smaller. That felt good, too. It wasn't that I actually expected to shoot anyone but a change was coming over me that I found a little unnerving but wasn't going to complain about. 'Warrior', Cindy'd called me. Yesss!

It was February 12th that I got home before Cindy and went for my nightly run. Once I was cooled off, I jumped into the shower for my nightly ablutions. After drying myself I started to put on my pj's for dinner when Cynthia stepped up to me and grabbed two fistfuls of chest hair. "Warrior," she whispered, "it begins."

"What?" I froze. "Tell me more!"

"Two things first," she murmured, "dinner . . . and this."

Whatever things you might choose to call my wife, 'subservient' wouldn't be among them. Tonight, though, for the first time in our ten-year marriage, she dropped to her knees and pulled my pajama bottoms off. Cynthia took my soft cock in her hot, wet mouth and my balls in her soft little hands and began to suck, lick and fondle me. She reached behind my scrotum to tickle my perineum, squeezing and stroking. I moaned. As I stiffened up, she stopped, grabbed my hands and stuck then into her hair. "Hold me down!" she ordered then went back to her work, her warm lips, tongue and cheeks worshipping my manhood and increasing my arousal to nearly intolerable heights. It was when she reached back and stuck her little finger into my anus that I exploded into her mouth. She'd never done that, before, either. What really surprised me was that she swallowed my cum. Much as I might despise the Omega Sportsman's Club, our duel with them was having some really great side effects. We ate dinner in bathrobes.




The Round Up . . . Is Over



We took a couple of small brandies out into the living room and sat on the sofa. "I had a visitor, today," Cindy began, "an investment banker from Litchfield and Associates down the hall. He introduced himself as Ethan D' Shane and said that he was a member of the Omega Sportsman's Club. Perhaps I'd heard of it?"

"Ethan D' Shane, Ethan D' Shane . . . I used to know an Ethan D' Shane back in college." I replied.

My wife grinned wickedly, "You sure did and, yes, it's the same guy. He's a little greyer and fatter but his nose is still crooked from that time you took a pool cue to him in the Stars and Bars." 

Hellfire and damnation! After Desert Storm, I took my GI Bill, some small federally insured loans and a determination to work part time and study full time to a small college in the Old South. The major attractions of the place were their financial appreciation for what we veterans had done and a respectable business school. There were, however, drawbacks. 

Also attending were a group of men descended from the antebellum aristocracy whose families had managed to keep hold of their plantations during Reconstruction. They'd prospered in the succeeding century and a half by treating their sharecroppers even worse than they had their slaves, marrying each other's money and running for offices that allowed good opportunities for graft and corruption. By the time I came along, the student body was divided between us, the 'ordinary population', and them. Not being willing to belong to any interfering national organization, they formed their own fraternities and sororities. There was no love lost between those polo-playing SOB's and the rest of us and it all came to a head one night in a local bar called the Stars and Bars. The beer had flowed too freely, games of pool were described as cheating, ethnic slurs were exchanged and by the time the police arrived the bar was a wreck. We all ended up in the Dean's office the next morning being coldly advised that if anything like that happened again, "some people" were going to have to find new schools to attend.

Since I knew full well that "some people" were a lot more likely to include Mario Vacchi than Neville Beauregard, Coral Witherspoon or, damn his eyes, Ethan D' Shane, I gave up billiards and joined the local ballroom dancing club. It was the best idea I ever had because that's where I met, wooed and eventually married Cynthia diMarco.

"That fucker!" I yelled, "he's coming after you to get back at me? I'll kill him!"

"Calm down, Mario, calm down." She patted my hand. "Ethan never knew me from Eve. Guys like him never had any interest in dark-bushed dago girls; they only accepted blow-jobs from sluts of their own class, except when they were trying to snag the black chicks. I'm just another target on the list. And that's what he as much as told me I am. On the basis that I should be honored to be included in such esteemed company, he invited me to his hotel for a drink. I played innocent and dumb, like I didn't believe him but I did flirt a little to keep him interested. Now for the good part. Mario, it turns out that Ethan married Jennifer-Lynn Lafayette. Remember her? She was my room-mate until she pledged Alpha Delta Theta and according to the alumni records, they're still together. They only live about 50 miles away and have the requisite big columned house, two kids in private school, BMW's, etc. They don't have polo ponies anymore, though. I guess Ethan would rather ride two-legged fillies these days. I'll string Ethan along until Wednesday. That will give me a chance to call her and let her know just what her snake of a husband is up to. We'll make a date for the 14th and when I knock on his door, you and Jennifer-Lyn will be right behind me. Won't that just make your Valentine's day?"

Would it! Now if what Smith/Lee told me was true, today's Omegans used digital proof of their conquests. There isn't enough memory on a camera-phone for an entire tryst so I was willing to bet that the process would be done with a spy-cam and a laptop. After all, wouldn't any guy who could afford to pay $50K for his entry fee be naturally carrying a laptop to better keep track of his portfolio? I had to call McAllister, not in the morning, now!

Wednesday evening we were waiting in the lobby when Mrs. D' Shane made her entrance. Jennifer-Lynn was enough to make me seriously doubt the sanity of the Omega Sportsman's Club's members. She was tall, she was blond, she was stacked, she was leggy, she looked über-fertile and right now she was furious. As she strode into the lobby of the Marriott to meet up with us, she had in tow a butch-dyke-looking woman who could only be her lawyer. They walked over to us, sized me up in a couple of seconds and announced that they were glad Cindy and I had informed Ms. D' Shane of her husband's catting around. Catching him in the act of attempting to cheat on her would make taking him to the cleaners during the divorce proceedings really, really easy.

Nearly immediately afterwards, the four of us were joined by another couple. They introduced themselves as agents Cockerin and Chang from the FBI. They told us that their job was to present the search warrant. Search warrant? Hmmmmm . . .

Ethan had told Cynthia to present herself for a drink and a thorough fucking at 5:00 p.m. so shortly before five, she wondered over to the hotel desk and, announcing her name, asked if there were any messages for her. The clerk said, "Oh, yes" and handed a keycard to her labeled Room 303. We all got into the elevator for the third floor.

All the witnesses took our places on either side of the door to keep out of sight. Cindy slipped the keycard into the door and opened it, carefully leaving the card in the lock. When it closed behind her I plastered my ear to the door and waited. Through the door I first heard nothing and then came Cindy's voice. 

"Mmmm, Ethan, what a sexy cologne you've got on! You know, since it's Valentine's Day I think we really ought to have a romantic little party."

That was my cue. I reran the keycard and threw open the door and we all rushed in.

Ethan's eyes grew huge in shock and horror as Cindy cheerfully continued, "Since she's your wife, I invited my old roommate, Jennifer-Lynn to the party and of course you remember Mario!" 

That was as far as she got because Jennifer-Lynn swung her Back-Saver purse like a baseball bat and nailed Ethan on the left side of his head. The stream of profanity and obscenities she cut loose would have impressed my old Sergeant-Major but I was in no mood to be an appreciative audience. Quickly looking around the room, I saw, as expected, a laptop case sitting on the dresser at the foot of a king-size bed with its sheets already pulled down in anticipation. There was a large tube of lube next to it but what struck me most was that the case was slightly unzipped and one corner was raised up. As I grabbed it and headed for the door I could see the spy-cam concealed inside. It's really nice to be right, now and again.

Jennifer's lawyer and the Feds competed for Ethan's dazed attention, reading him the Miranda rights and serving him with divorce papers at the same time. Cindy and I didn't care as we ran down the hall, down the stairs, across the lobby and out to our Honda. Fifteen minutes later we were on the top floor of Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister.

Ms. Kruczynsky was also there accompanied by a very intense young man who introduced himself as Agent Nakano. He relieved me of the laptop and before my astonished eyes proceeded to override the password to it. He located and opened the proper "secure" website and start to download every byte of information about the organization soon to no longer be named the Omega Sportsman's Club. Whoo-wee! The amount of data that spilled out of the nearby printer even impressed the legal staff. Those clowns must be really proud of what they've done because they kept it all in cyberfiles.

McAllister kept chuckling to himself as the printer chattered away and while the DVD burner went into action pulled me off to one side. "Noo, laddie, we're goin' t' be worrrkin' all night. You, on the other hand, could really use a run, a roll w' yer lady and a guid night's sleep. Take this phone number. It's Andrew Lee's cell. Call him arrround midnight, the same time he called ya and set up a meetin'. I'd recommend the same place at the same time. Coom by the office in the morrrnin' and we'll have everything y'll need t' break him doon. By the time ye're done, he'll be beggin' t' tairn state's witness."

Two weeks earlier, I'd made Valentine's Day reservations at Mama Pesto's Trattoria Genovese so we stopped there first. In the middle of as good a meal as my Grandmother could have made, Cindy announced that she needed to go use the ladies' room. She came back and I nearly choked on my manzo when my formerly demure little wife took my left hand in both of hers and squeezed her panties into my palm. I'm not sure what the rest of dinner was or how it tasted.

After my evening run, what happened between Cynthia and I could hardly be called a roll. I came out of the shower to find that her on all fours with her back arched and her pussy pushed out in invitation. There was a bottle of lube on her back, of all things, and I made best use of it pounding her sex until she screamed and I collapsed onto her back. Finally, around midnight, I picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello, is this Robert Smith of the Omega Sportsman's Club?"

There was a silence and then a curt "You must have the wrong number."

"Oh, no I don't, Mr. Smith. This is Mario Vacchi and I am not sorry for calling you so late as I need to set up an appointment to meet with you at my earliest convenience. I have an important matter to discuss with you. Five p.m. at the Marriott Hotel bar will do and I will expect you to be prompt. Good-night, sir."

Cynthia and I were waiting at the same table as the first time I laid eyes on 'Smith' when he entered the room and stalked over to us. His face was flushed and his jaw set. He looked really angry and I couldn't have been more satisfied. He threw himself down onto the waiting bench and glared at my wife. 

"Mrs. Vacchi, what you did was completely reprehensible. All you needed to do to prove your faithfulness to your husband was simply tell Mr. D' Shane 'no' and walk away. Have you any idea how much effort and expense the club will have to go through to repair the damage you've done to the man's life? Our membership is wealthy, powerful and influential and you have upset them badly. I have to tell you right now that the two of you are in a very bad position!"

Cynthia slowly took the ice cube out of her Disaronno and silently, contemptuously sucked it into her mouth. She lifted her lip in an ugly sneer. As for me, I just stared into the man's grey eyes a long while, the way I had done back in November. Then, I slowly reached into my valise and pulled out the first stack of papers. "I'm presuming you mean the 51 remaining participants in the Round Up? The participants listed here with their names, addresses, phone numbers and places of business? Note also that the list includes their wives' phone numbers and places of employment."

'Smith's' angry red face turned pale. "You're bluffing. You can't prove that these names belong to the club!"

"Can't I?", I responded, "you might also take note of this letter that each of those wives received by special currier this morning, some at home and some at the office. It details the activities of their husbands from January 1st of this year and includes a DVD duplicating the pictorial proof required for each entry into this year's competition. Of course, the women's faces have been digitally distorted to protect the victims of your contemptible contest but the men's are quite clear. Please take especial note of the last paragraph of the letter offering the services of Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister in completing the divorce papers and offering them a discounted rate based on the expected volume of responses. I'm sure that I don't need to tell you that when I left their law offices this afternoon, the phones were ringing off the hook."

By now 'Smith' had gone from pale to chalky white.

I withdrew another set of papers. "Here we have a legal opinion written by Charles Smyth-Jefferson and co-signed by Deputy US Attorney Susan Kruczynski stating that entering into a conspiracy of fraud to induce anyone into adultery constitutes a violation of the RICO act, especially since the 300 women targeted live in most of the sovereign states of this nation. As we speak, indictments are being delivered to the Round Up participants, the selection committee and to the rules committee. Naturally, those activities of the club which violate the Endangered Species Act have been referred to the US Fish and Wildlife Service and those activities dealing with the looting of foreign archeological sites have been referred to the US Customs. It seems that the braggart frat-boy mentality of the Omega Sportsman's Club required you all to keep boastful records. It was considerate of you to leave evidence of every illegal and immoral act you committed, either individually or collectively. Was it to show off your alleged superiority to 'the general population'? It will make the Grand Jury's job so much easier."

By now, 'Smith's' face was a fallen, ashen wreck.

"Just one more little detail, Mr. Lee," I snarled, "This is a copy of the letter your wife received this morning giving every detail of your disgusting behavior and including affidavits from the last six of your conquests. Note the last paragraph of the letter again offering the services of Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister in completing the divorce papers and offering her the same discounted rate that is being offered to the other wives involved."

At that moment a shadow appeared on the table followed by an additional sheaf of papers. "And here, you bastard, are the divorce papers Mr. McAllister was so helpful in preparing. Don't bother trying to come home tonight, the locks have all been changed and your suitcases are on the porch!"

Emma Lee was slim and Asian. She was also coldly angry. If looks could kill, Andrew Lee would have not only been dead but judged and condemned to burn in Hell for eternity. Whatever he managed to retain when the divorce was final would, it appeared, be unlikely to keep him in the style to which he was accustomed.

"Well," my wife spoke at last, "that about wraps it up." We both stood. "I won't waste my breath telling you to have a nice day because you won't," she continued, "not today, not tomorrow and not, I suspect, for the foreseeable future. Toodles, Mr. Lee!"

I linked arms with my wife and was turning to go when Emma Lee threw down one more envelope, a fat one. "And here, Andrew," she smiled sweetly "is a thousand dollars, cash. I intend to be worth every penny of it. And, of course, you will get pictorial proof . . . after the divorce is final. By then, it should be feature-length." Her grin was pure revenge. She turned and to my surprise put her arm through my vacant elbow. "And you two," she continued while flashing a more winning smile at Cindy, "just how kinky will I have to be?"

We walked out into what looked to be a really nice day. -------------------------------------------------

Epilog: Today is Cesare's first birthday, October 15th. The excitement has left him too sleepy to stay up past dinner time so he's in the crib while the rest of his family laughs, talks endlessly and continues to consume champagne. 

And it now is a large family indeed! When we left the Marriott last February, I was going to try and let Emma down easy because happily married men just don't get into kinky threesomes with someone they've just met. But to my utterly dumbfounded surprise Cindy thought the idea was wonderful, sexy and appropriate under the circumstances. She insisted that we take Emma home, strip her down, tie her to the bed and give her a thorough workout with tongues, fingers, cock and dildo. We must have gone through an entire tube of KY jelly before we finished and, yes, Cynthia and I took turns filming the entire thing. It wasn't digital quality but we didn't think Andrew Lee would be in any position to complain. 

Emma spent the weekend with us, each videotaped session getting stranger than the one before. I mean, what is this weirdness about spanking people while wearing black leather boots and spiked collars? I thought that once she had her tape to send Andrew we'd see the end of her but she and Cindy evolved into buddies and started doing things like going shopping together and watching those chick-flicks I can't ever get into. 

Then the old roommate, Jennifer-Lynn, started dropping by for coffee and gossip. A couple of times, when I was coming in all hot and sweaty from running, I thought I caught the two of them looking at me and licking their lips. I tell you, it was making me really nervous. My old dream of quiet, dull comfort was coming apart at the seams and I felt in need of help.

There was a June victory party at the Smyth-Jefferson home. The evidence we'd downloaded (under federal search warrant, thank-you very much!) was so overwhelming that members of the Omega Sportsman's Club started plea-bargaining in droves. With more of the accused turning state's witness than the prosecution really needed, the whole lot pled guilty in hopes of reduced sentences. I was the hero of the hour. Conservation groups invited me to banquets so they could sing my praises in defense of endangered species. Safari Club International made me an honorary life member for stopping the illegal rhino killings. Art museums, foreign governments, anthropology departments and honest collectors sent emails, telegrams, old-fashioned letters and phone calls of gratitude for months after the case hit the media. And let's not even talk about all the religious and political "family values" folk who were enraged that the sanctity of marriage was being abused for mere sport. I even got a commendation from the National Organization for Women and George and Mary Hanson think I should be canonized by the Pope. I should have been one happy fella. 

I wasn't. My quiet home life was in tatters. I hadn't played golf in months and every time Cindy and I made love I had this really odd feeling that someone else, somewhere, was rating us like they do figure skaters. 

Finally, at the victory party, I managed to get Charles aside and tell him what was going on at home and how I worried I was about it. He made sympathetic noises but didn't have anything concrete to say. However, he must have told his wife. I was sitting on a sofa alone with my vino, sort of feeling sorry for myself, when Victoria plumped her luscious body down next to me. She reached over and grabbed both my ears, pulling my nose tip to hers. I found myself enfolded by caramel hands, entranced by golden eyes and enchanted by Chanel. The look I got was stern. 

"Warrior," she murmured, "they came to your home to plunder your family and to assault your woman. Where a thousand other men meekly submitted and accepted their insults, you fought back. You carried the battle to the field of their own choosing and there you utterly defeated Omega leaving them shattered and demoralized. By Right of Conquest their property, their children and most especially their wives are yours as spoils of war. Cynthia agrees and both Emma and Jennifer-Lynn would much rather be mated to an honest man who will defend his own than to some sexual predator. Take the trophies you have earned . . . and quit being such a prude!"

I ask you, how do you say 'no' when that many women with such strong personalities all gang up on you, especially when they are offering pleasures of the flesh (and such wonderful flesh!) beyond anything you've ever known before? I couldn't and I didn't. Once all the divorces were finalized we sold all three houses and pooled our money to buy one that was big enough for the bunch of us. It was down the block from the McAllisters. Emma and Jennifer-Lynn went to court to legally change their names to Vacchi and Jenn did the same thing on her two kids' birth certificates. Now I can play catch with Kevin, bake cookies with Courtney and watch Cesare chase the puppy around the yard. Emma is expecting her firstborn in April and Jennifer-Lynn insists that she's next in line.




The Round Up . . . Is Over



I'm still an actuary, though now I'm a senior partner. The firm thought my notoriety was good for business. Cindy still works for Miles and Associates Marketing and Emma's earnings as a CPA are not to be sneezed at. Jennifer-Lynn, it turns out, is this sort of Martha Stewart kind of stay-at-home wife and even a place the size of ours is somehow kept stylish and immaculate . . . or is immaculate as you can be with three children aged 9, 6 and 1. Oh, and there's the golden retriever puppy, as well. The influence of Smyth-Jefferson/McAllister has pushed me so far up the local social ladder it gives me nose-bleeds and the women are talking about attending something called a Gathering. All I really want is the chance to get in a lazy 18 holes some Saturday morning. It isn't likely any time soon, I guess. Damn the Omega Sportsman's Club!



The Round Up - Isn't Over



Like most visitors to Literotica, I have a group of favorite authors and stories. One story that has interested me over the years was "Round Up" by K.K. I can't put my finger on the reason why. Maybe it is the semi-competitive nature of the story, and I consider myself a competitive guy. In any case, I had always hoped one day K.K. would introduce a follow-up to what happened to Mary and George Hanson. 

Then, along comes "The Round Up -- Is Over!" written by Voluptuary Manque. When I began reading it, I had hoped that the story left off at the ending of K.K.'s original story with a similar plot line. The story, without giving away the plot, falls under the "wife is approached, the husband steps in to prevent a seduction, and then takes action upon those aiming to seduce" style of story. 

I must compliment the writer on a very well written story. It was well thought out, and had a fairly solid tie-in with the original "The Round Up" story line. I encourage readers to look up both and enjoy a good read.

However, for someone who greatly enjoyed the first story, I have one word to describe my reaction after reading the sequel.

"Buzzkill."

There are many readers in this genre that greatly enjoy the "wife cheats, the husband observes, the husband plots revenge, the husband exacts revenge" subset of the genre. And those of you who enjoy it will enjoy the sequel if you haven't read it before. 

One day, I thought, I'd write a story that was a different ending or revisit Mary and George in later years to provide my version of what I thought happened to their marriage. In re-reading both stories, I felt there were enough gaps where a prequel, second sequel or an in between could support both story lines while standing on its own. For example, the first story seemed to end where there was some stress between the couple but the husband thought what his wife did was pretty kinky. Then they are referenced in the sequel as having far more serious marital issues as a result of being part of the Round Up. Further, in the very first paragraph of the original "Round Up", K.K. makes reference to "the final chapter is still six weeks away on December 31." The original story actually ends six weeks before December 31. So there is I believe, a gap that I will humbly attempt to fill on the following pages...

My compliments to both writers, and in particular to K.K. for developing the original story line. I hope you enjoy my contribution to this story line as well.

Oh yeah, and comments welcomed. Unobjective nastiness will be deleted summarily. 

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INTRODUCTION

Sitting in my office late one night reviewing one of my staff's deal acquisition proposals, I heard the familiar ring tone from my mobile phone announcing the receipt of a message to one of my private accounts. Glancing at my mobile sitting on my credenza, I sighed and said to myself, "I'm so tired of reading investment proposals for these ridiculous green schemes. Biggest scam of the century. A lot like the dot com crap in the late 1990s and I guess we'll never learn......"

Leaning back in my chair to stretch my legs and back, I reached over to retrieve my mobile. Clicking on the text icon, I saw I had a message. Kind of late for a text with no name..... Clicking again, I looked at the screen. After a quick glance at the letters on the screen that I couldn't read, I sat forward and rubbed my eyes with my free hand so that I could better focus.

"2100 9-19 R"

"Hmmmmmmmm," I said quietly. 

Spinning around in my chair, I logged backed into one of my three workstations that tracked my calendar. I quickly tapped at the keyboard to make the appropriate note and then just as quickly logged off. It was around 1015pm, and I once again leaned back in my chair, this time stretching my legs and arms out. Trying unsuccessfully to suppress a loud yawn, I gazed out from my corner office on the 47th floor at the beautiful sight of San Francisco Bay at night. The twinkling lights of cars driving across the San Francisco Bay Bridge, the shimmering light of large boats maneuvering to the harbor docks across the bay, and the lights from the not so distant Oakland and Berkley indicated a very beautiful night indeed. 

"Well, this is interesting...." I said quietly. Sighing, I spun back around in my chair. Leaning back again away from the lights of the city, I closed my eyes thinking back, what was it? Twelve years ago? Or was it eight? 

"I'll be damned; they really did invite me back. Indeed this could be very interesting again," as my mind took me back over a decade ago.......

CHAPTER 1 

My name is Eric Monteon, and I'm senior partner of a small boutique investment banking firm based in San Francisco. Those of you who are familiar with investment banking in the Bay area that fund start-up technology oriented companies could probably call me a "venture capitalist", but everyone in the Bay area is a venture capitalist, and I like to separate myself. Our firm is all of fifteen people. Fifteen very smart people who have made a lot of money for themselves and built more than a few dreams into very real success stories for thousands of others.

I'm 43 years old, too busy to be married although I once was, and live in a large condominium on Nob Hill which is a very upscale section on the north side of the San Francisco peninsula. My work consumes much of my time, and "activities" where I can blow off some steam occurs through my involvement with a group takes up the rest.

When I was promoted to partner at the young age of 28, along with the partnership and wealth that came with it, was membership in a, let's call it a "group" of men who enjoy living life to its fullest. The group numbered about 75 individuals who lived primarily on the west coast of the United States, but also maintained residences in other parts of the world. All very wealthy and successful, and looking for more fun than a round of 18 at Pebble Beach, or a bridge tournament at the country club with Muffy, Buffy and Biff. 

During the years following my promotion, I completed many transactions and began to make a bit of a name for myself in our little closed world of investment banking. When I was fortunate enough to get a break between transactions, I took part in some of the high adventure activities that were available to some of the newer members in the little "group". My favorite was the Paris to Dakar road rally. I was part of a car team in 1998 that drove a car in a rally that began in Paris, France, routed through Granada, Spain, and then completed in Dakar, Senegal. The route in Europe was modestly challenging due to the mountains that separated Spain and France. However, driving through the eastern part of the Sahara desert through incredibly desolate parts of Morocco, Mali and Mauritania was a thrill every minute of the day. There were other types of activities of similar quality that I greatly enjoyed beyond the road racing. But they were fleeting at best.

In the early autumn of perhaps my third or fourth year as a member, I received a typewritten note in a Federal Express package with no return address one morning at my office. The small piece of paper had the following typed on it: "2100 9-22 R". 

Well from my previous activities, I figured that this was from the group. I also knew that there was an activity meeting scheduled at 9pm on September 22, but I had no idea what the letter "R" meant. As an example, the road rally code I learned shortly after I joined was "D", for Dakar. I hadn't heard of an "R" before. I was between transactions, so I figured I would attend the meeting to learn what this activity was.

CHAPTER 2

Mid afternoon on September 22 back in 1998, I headed to an airfield in Marin County north of San Francisco. I had made arrangements to hitch a ride with one of the other members on their Lear for the flight to a small airport in western Montana. We talked casually during the flight and enjoyed a cocktail or two. Arriving in Montana, we were greeted by a driver in a large SUV. Our bags were loaded, and we were whisked away to one of the group's properties about 50 miles west of a small city in the southern part of the state.

The property had been a working ranch many decades earlier, but had fallen into disrepair. Our group picked it up in the early 1970s as an investment and transformed it into a very upscale lodge with about fifty guest rooms in the main building with smaller villas surrounding it. After arriving and freshening up, the forty or so members that were present gathered at the bar before dinner for cocktails. 

Looking around the impressively constructed barroom with high ceilings and expensive wood detailing, I noticed that those in attendance was a cross section of new and kind of older members. The attendees were generally between 30 and 50 with a few older and a few younger. I had met most of the members at one event or another, and recognized two that became members at about the time I did. It was a gathering of an impressive group of men who had accomplished much in their lives but generally lived below the radar. 

I moved over to two of the members who came into the group with me a few years back. Dale said, "Hello Eric, great to see you again. How is business treating you?" "I'm doing well Dale, glad to see you as well. We had a blast in Africa last year, and I'm looking forward to whatever new adventure they have cooked up for us," I replied. James nodded to me, "Eric, good to see you. Nice acquisition you made of that shipping company. I think you're going to do very well with that investment." And so the light conversation oriented toward business we were involved in continued for some time.

As the drinks flowed, so did the egos. Boasting of deals, boardroom coups, and accomplishment in group sponsored activities was obligatory for many. Trying to steer the conversation in another direction, in the growing small group that I was part of, I asked what "R" was. Two other men who ambled over had not heard of it before, but two of the more senior members chuckled and looked away. They told us that we would have to wait, but it would be certainly intriguing.

After much laughter, we were served a wonderful dinner in a long elegantly decorated dining room. The room reminded me in some ways, of the room where the Knights of the Round Table met. However we were a millennium, ocean and good part of a continent away from that.

After dinner cocktails were served and we moved into a large room with casually arranged chairs and sofas. There was a sense of eager anticipation from the membership. After waiting a few minutes, the room quieted, and an older very well dressed gentleman entered the room.

He looked just like one of my pompous economics professors in grad school -- he was dressed in a very expensive looking herringbone sports jacket with dark wool slacks. A fashionable bow tie adorned his crisp white shirt. His white hair contrasted with his tanned skin as he strode toward the middle of the room and began speaking to us without introduction.

In a crisp clear voice that hinted a bit of a Scottish brogue, he began. "Welcome back my friends to our estate in beautiful Montana. I trust that your trips here were comfortable and you enjoyed our early autumn scenery while enroute."

"I am happy that so many of you could make it, our meeting to announce our next Round Up."

Boisterous clapping and cheering, clearly not typical behavior for many of these men, followed for a few moments. While I didn't applaud, I did feel a very broad smile on my face as a result of being in the middle of such a happy response. I wondered what this Round Up was, although I mused that "R" was for "Round Up". We rarely got together in such large groups, and here was an activity that was providing a different reaction from my colleagues than I had expected. 

The man began again with a smile and gleam in his eye as he looked around the room, "Yes yes yes gentleman, it is that time again. As you know this event occurs every fourth year. During the past two and a half years, we have been assembling a wonderful herd for you to try to round up beginning this January 1. For those of you who participated last time, you may recall that the pool that you most generously contributed to netted $517,000 after expenses and payout. That sum was of course donated to three worthy charities selected by the winners. Anonymously of course." At the sound of "herd", the members laughed, and I looked around the room to see plenty of smiles.

"Our associates will now begin passing out catalogs to you that also contain two CDs with more information about the individuals in the herd. As you can see we are moving away from the large printed matter that we've distributed for past Round Ups to more efficient technology." As young men in suits began circulating around to pass out these spiral bound books," the man continued. "The dossier contains a picture of each member of the herd along with their name and location of their residence and place of work. The CDs contain more pictures of the subjects, more background information, including selected statistics gathered from phone and written surveys."

"Residence?" I said to myself. "Phone surveys?? Written surveys?? What kind of activity is this?"

One of the men handed what looked like a furniture catalog with a shiny black cover with no symbols or writing on it. The heavy and sturdy pages felt expensive and the book represented a high quality of finish. Interesting.

Glancing around the room, I became aware of a dull roar of noise of men talking quietly but with a sense of excitement. I looked down at what I was handed and opened the cover to the first page, this time a very glossy white finish with black typeset.

It read as follows.

Welcome friends to our fourth formal Round Up. 

As with previous Round Ups, these dossiers are to be returned on the third day following its conclusion, which of course is at 1159 EDT on 31 December. The catalog and CDs may not be copied or duplicated in any way. They also may not be viewed by anyone but the person who the book was handed to. No exceptions. We wish you good luck. Before turning this page, please return your attention.

The gentleman began speaking again.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Please! May I have your attention for a few more moments. For the benefit of those who have not yet participated in a previous "Round Up", I will provide an overview of our humble little event."

There were more than a few light outbursts of laughter following that comment.

"Now that you've all read the first page, I can't stress the importance of keeping this book and the entire Round Up confidential using the utmost discretion. There is to be no discussing it among ourselves unless you are on one of our properties, and are sure the property's communication is secure. There is no discussing this event outside of our group. No exceptions."

The gentleman paused for effect, and his eyes moved around the room to each of us, gaining our positive response.

"On the pages that follow, you will find pictures of the women of the herd, and on two compact disks, information about the 300 young women you will attempt to .... Round Up. To make the books smaller and provide more information on each of the women, we decided to use compact disks or CDs for short. As you are hearing, it's the latest in mass storage technology, and we can bring more and better information to you. Perhaps one day, we can use the world wide web for this purpose as well."

Within the room, I heard pages begin turning. The man continued, "Again for the benefit of those who have not been previous participants. The women on these pages, all of whom are between the age of 25 and 35 and have been happily married for a period of at least two years but not more than seven. They are, as you can see, very beautiful. They are all well educated. They are rising stars with their employers. None are pregnant that we know of."

More laughter from around the room and I wondered about that. I was agog at what I was hearing. While the challenges that I had participated in had been thrilling, this had the potential to be quiet another kind of thrill. I absently flipped to the first page to see the page split into four with pictures of a beautiful woman in each.

While looking at the pictures, he continued. "They are in committed relationships with their husbands. They all appear to be happy with their lives. The pictures in the book are a sample. Other pictures, personality profiles and other information about each of the wives is contained on the CD. Same rules that apply to the book apply to the CDs." 

I flipped the page and on the facing pages contained pictures of eight more beautiful women.

The man paused for a second before continuing. When he continued, his voice became somewhat louder, but his tone was more firm. 

"The objective is clear. Beginning at 12 midnight on New Year's Day, and ending on the following New Year's Eve at midnight, the winner of the event is the one who has seduced and had confirmed sexual intercourse with the greatest number of women of the "herd."

Even though I knew what was coming, I tried not to look like I was in total shock. And a man in my position cannot show that type of reaction for others to see. Particularly the men in this group.

I also wanted to stop myself from quickly flipping through the book like a twelve year old boy with his father's Playboy magazine in hand for the first time. I glanced over at Dale and he looked slightly rattled as well. This was certainly different than driving a Land Rover across the Saharan desert!

"Proof must be provided in the form of a picture or VHS video along with the woman's panties. Our representatives have begun making phone calls and meeting with each of the husbands to explain that their wife has been selected for Round Up. They are being told that a certain number of our members are going to attempt to have a sexual encounter with their wife. If at the end of the one year period their wife has not been seduced, the husband will receive a check in the amount of $5,000. For each time that his wife has a sexual encounter, he will receive a check for $1,000 along with proof of the encounter. They are being told that there is nothing they can do to have their wife removed from the Round Up. Even if they tell their wife that they are part of Round Up and take steps to make sure they don't succumb to temptation during the year, their wives will be approached by our members. They are told that there will be no drugs and no forced sexual contact. Their wives will not be seduced in their homes and they will have to avoid contact with the husbands."

"As you can expect, and again, this is more for the benefit of those first time participants. The husbands' reactions include disbelief, anger, threats, and shock. We urge you to take care in your efforts, and to avoid physical confrontation with the husband at all costs. It ensures the integrity and longer term survival of Round Up. How you "round up" your wives is your business subject to the basic rules."

"For convenience of the participants, our lovely groups of wives currently reside in one of the following cities: Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Miami, Atlanta, Houston, Dallas, Phoenix, Chicago, Los Angeles, Denver, San Francisco and Seattle. There are ten different versions of the book to scramble the order of the women. If it was alphabetical, it would be a problem. We don't want the first one receiving fifty calls the first week of January, and have the last one in the book feel neglected." 

More laughter.

I could hear pages turning more rapidly and quiet discussion in the room.

"We will announce the winner of the contest in mid to late January of the following year, and later that year we will provide Round Up statistics to you. Based on our expert's psychological profiles, we believe the success rate will range this year from 18 -- 22% with a 95% confidence. As of August 1 of this year, from our surveys, none of the women have had an affair. Now that may change between then and the start of the Round Up, and it may be based on a few of the responses we read to our survey questions. However, we expect that to change shortly after January 1 as well." More laughter. "So that means somewhere around 60 odd women of this group will fall to your collective charms. The projections also estimate 2.8 encounters per "seductee." That is a little above sex surveys that indicate that approximately 17.5% of married women have an affair during their marriage. As previous participants who have attended this evening know, last year's brief overall stat was 65 women were seduced by 2.5 average members. We wish you success improving over last year's totals."




The Round Up - Isn't Over



The men again laughed, and the gentleman again asked for everyone's undivided attention.

"As in previous Round Ups, the "in" is fifty payable by October 15 to our special account. After expenses, our winner will choose the charity of his choice to be the recipient of what is left. Unfortunately for the charity, the more successful you are the less successful it is. But such is the way of a zero sum game. For those who cannot participate due to conflicts or other reasons, please try to let us know as soon as possible. Gentlemen, I wish you success in your hunt. See you all soon!"

After brief applause, the room was much quieter now. While conversations did resume, many of the men, particularly those who not participated in previous "Round Ups" were now flipping through their books.

Dale was sitting in the arm chair next to me. I looked at him asked, "So, what do you think Dale? This sure isn't the Sahara."

Dale replied, "Eric, it sure isn't. But I look at this way. It is something that doesn't require us to be away for three weeks, as great as that is sometimes. We can be cowboys as time permits in our schedules. These women are unbelievably beautiful. They aren't single, so for those that succumb to our charms, they aren't likely to ditch their entire lives to come after us. We'd have to screen our wealth somewhat to avoid women looking to climb the economic ladder. But, if they are truly committed to their relationship, I have to believe that the risk of that happening is low. The 50k is nothing, and I'm sure that they'll structure this so that its tax advantaged given the charity angle. So what's the net out of pocket? Thirty? Thirty five? If you are successful five times, it's six per woman. You and I both know the really high quality Euro slag in Dubai is twice that or more for an evening. And it will be more fun knowing an angry husband may be on our tail as well!"

"Dale, Dale, Dale. So analytical. Shall we have a side bet? I'm overhearing that is happening from some of the others."

"Absolutely Eric. The usual?"

"Deal. Payment on January 2."

We both laughed. After a few hours, we all began retiring back to our rooms for the evening.

In bed, I began flipping through the pages. Since the rooms did not have computers, I would have to wait until I arrived home to dig into the details. But from what I was seeing on the glossy pages of this book, the women were quite striking! This Round Up is a complete power trip. 

The next morning which was a Saturday, the members filed in for breakfast over the course of a few hours. I had coffee and muffins with Dale. We briefly discussed the Round Up again and some of the women that caught our eye in the catalog before turning to deals that we were working on. After a few leisurely hours, some of the members began heading out to play a round of golf, fly fish, or partake in other activities, while others departed. 

I was among those departing, as I had a late afternoon meeting in Chicago. I arranged to be driven to Jackson, Wyoming to catch a commercial flight. Sitting in a row by myself on the plane, rather than focus on meeting materials, I fished the Round Up catalog out of my briefcase. Flipping through the pages once again, I began to make mental notes about some of the women. When I again closed the book, I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh to myself. What a power trip this is. What an absolute fucking power trip.

After renting my car at O'Hare, I found the urge to look at what was on CDs to be too much. Before heading to the Four Seasons downtown, I began looking for a CompUSA. After driving around east of O'Hare, I finally found one and went in to buy an IBM PC with a CD read drive that I could bring to the hotel.

CHAPTER 3

After arriving at the hotel, I had the valet bring the computer boxes along with my luggage to my room while I headed to my lunch meeting. Hours later, I was in my room setting up the computer. Retrieving the first CD from its envelope in the back cover, I pushed it in the CD drive and opened the file.

Up came a menu with the names of the 165 women in a DOS directory format. 

I clicked on the first one.

Barbara Anton.

Another menu popped up.

I selected the first one, "Pictures."

It appeared that there five pictures. 

Again, clicking on the first one, a picture of a very attractive blond appeared on the screen. The picture was taken at a summer party and she was dressed in a short, strapless coral dress. Her longish hair cascaded across her shoulders. The next picture was of her on lying on a beach towel at a pool in a blue bikini. The third was a picture of her in a black pants suit. The last two in short black cocktail dresses complimented by sheer black stockings. I found myself stirring.

I clicked back to Mrs. Anton's menu and clicked on "Profile".

Up popped all kinds of information about her. She was a 27 year old graduate of the University of Texas and worked for Texas Commerce Bank in Houston. Barbara was married to her husband William for three years. Very stable relationship. Survey questions indicate loyalty as a strength, some insecurity about her desirability to men, values strong relationships. Independent as demonstrated by wanting to climb the corporate ladder at the bank. Wants children before she turns 30 but is conflicted about her career. Would never have an affair, but understands why some people have them. And the profile went on and on with two pages about her life and her marriage.

Back to Mrs. Anton's menu again. I clicked on "Survey Work Sheets".

The menu provided answers to a variety of surveys taken with Barbara over the last two years. She had some Interesting answers to questions. For example, if she was at a bar for a "girl's night out" and a man approached her, would she talk to him? Dance with him? Have a drink with him? Would she tell her husband when she got home? Have lunch with him? Dinner with him if she enjoyed his company? If yes to a meal, would she tell her husband? Yes to talking and dancing, probably to a drink, and probably tell her husband. Not sure about lunch or dinner, and depends on the circumstances before telling her husband.

Interesting. I fought the urge to dog ear her page in the book as I wanted to go through the entire book first. The reality was it would be difficult to make contact with all three hundred women, even over the course of a year given my schedule. So, I would have to make some choices.

Moving back to the menu, over the next few hours, I selected the files of another forty or so wives. As I was waiting for the file to load for a woman by the name of Mary Hanson, I noticed after glancing at my watch that I had to get moving to make my meeting. I took a quick shower and changed, then sat down to take a quick glance at Mrs. Hanson's file before running to my appointment.

The first picture was waiting on the screen. Mrs. Hanson was a very attractive woman. She had dark hair and beautiful blue green eyes. In the picture, she looked like she was at a business conference and was dressed in a miniskirt, silky blouse with jacket with sheer dark stockings. I could tell that she was fairly tall with a slender build. In the next picture she was in running shorts and a tank top, jogging in a park. The next two pictures were of Mrs. Hanson in casual clothes walking somewhere. The last picture was on a beach in a skimpy red bikini with a girlfriend.

I didn't have much time left to see her file other than she worked in the marketing department of a drug company. She was married for seven years to her husband George. No children, and interestingly had never had sex with anyone other than her husband. 

Suddenly, the phone in my hotel room rang, and I knew my car was waiting for me downstairs. I turned off the computer, removed the CDs and stashed them with the catalog book in the bottom of my suitcase. 

Later that evening, I returned to the Four Seasons after my meeting and dinner. Although I was tired, I decided to have a nightcap at the bar. Sipping my whiskey, I looked around the lounge to check out the women. Normally I would look at their legs, boobs, ass, what they were wearing. Not tonight. I was seeking out wedding rings. I was looking at the married women to see how they were behaving. If they were with girlfriends, were they just gabbing, or were they scoping? If they were talking with a man, was it someone other than there husband?

I was snapped out of my thoughts by an attractive young woman who sat down at the bar next to me. No ring on her finger. She noticed that I noticed and smiled. And I smiled back.

Two hours of talking later, I paid my tab and Melissa and I were off to my room.

I closed and latched the door behind us, and turned to face Melissa. She took two steps toward me and kissed me. Her hands found my erection and I could feel her giggle. "Feels nice .... Eric is it? I'm sorry I'm bad with names."

I laughed, "Yeah, Eric it is, right Miriam?" She laughed again, and I lifted under her arms and wrapped mine around her. Her legs went around my waist, and I walked us over to the bed. My hands were inside her blouse roughly squeezing her soft breasts as we fell into the bed. I could tell that I was very erect from Melissa squeezing my penis and reading the Round Up files. This evening, Melissa would be the recipient of my pent up arousal.

Soon, my pants and underwear were off, and Melissa was holding cock firmly at the base. She smiled at me seductively and slowly sucked my penis into her mouth. My hands found their way to the back of her head and my fingers ran through her curly blonde hair. Melissa soon began an exquisite rhythm of movement with her mouth and hand. I was very close to coming in about five minutes. Just before I reached the point of no return, I softly pushed her head back and away from my cock.

Melissa smiled again and said it was okay if I came in her mouth. She was fine with it. 

"No, it's your turn now Melissa. Or is it Miriam?"

We both laughed as Melissa moved over on the bed and stretched out on her back. I rolled over and slowly moved my hands from her ankles, around her calf, knee and then more slowly along her thighs. Her eyes closed as my hands moved past the hem, and under her dress. I felt the tops of her pantyhose, and pulled panties and hose down and off. I pushed her dress up above her waist, and she lifted her back and head to allow me to remove it as well. She was very sexy laying there in just her bra with her nipples straining against the cup. I moved my mouth along her inner thigh. Then as I reached her junction, I pushed my tongue through her curly dark pubic hair. I soon found her labia and clit and began flicking my tongue back and forth. Using my fingers to probe into her wet hole, Melissa began having a series of orgasms. 

Soon, I was on my knees holding Melissa's ass up so that her vagina was level with my erection. Melissa said, "Go a little slow, you're a little bigger than I'm used to." I moved my hips forward and began working my cock slowly into her pussy. We were both very noisy as I bottomed out and began a very demanding pace of fucking. I was imagining her as one of the wives I saw on the pages and computer. After what felt like ten minutes or so, I began pumping a huge load of sperm into Melissa's pussy. Resting afterward as Melissa dressed to leave, I just knew I was going to have fun rounding up wives in a few months.

CHAPTER 4

I made it a point to not be too eager, and I imagined my colleagues felt the same way. After all we weren't teenagers anymore. So I waited until mid-January to begin my first series of phone calls to the wives in Round Up. I selected ten women from the book by flipping the pages of the catalog and randomly stopping at a page. I mean, what the fuck, they were all beautiful!

I wrote down the name of each woman and cross referenced back to the CD to get their phone number at work. And so the round up began for me.

The first woman I called, Linda Gunderson was in her office. She was a 29 year old blonde financial manager living in Los Angeles. She was married to Rick who was a CPA with one of the big firms in town. Her sexual history included seven other lovers before she was married. She loved her husband very much and looked forward to children in the future. Describing her herself as flirty, she felt it was harmless if kept under control. Linda's attitude towards affairs was that while she would never consider it, she would never condemn anyone who strayed. In fact, she enjoyed when a straying acquaintance described their infidelities. A good first challenge.

When I introduced myself over the phone and the reason for my calling, she burst out laughing.

"Are you kidding? You're calling about the Round Up? HAAAA HAAAA HAAAA! Is this you Rick? You are really something else for cooking this one up. Oh myyyyy. You are too much." 

Mrs. Gunderson caught me a little by surprise, but in my investment banking job, I can usually recover very quickly when caught momentarily off guard. "I'm sorry Mrs. Gunderson. I recognize that you mentioned your husband Rick's name and think it is him calling you now in a disguised voice. I assure you that I am Eric Monteon, and I am a participant in an event we refer to as the Round Up. It seems that your husband has in fact told you about his brief meeting with one of the Round Up organizers. And yes it is true, the organizers have after a three year effort has concluded that you are one of the three hundred most desirable women in the United States. Who just happens to be married, along with the other two hundred ninety nine who were selected."

Silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mrs. Gunderson, or May I call you Linda? Linda, would you be interested in meeting me for a drink one evening this week to discuss the Round Up? I happen to be in Los Angeles this week, and I can make arrangements to meet you after work, say at the lounge at the Beverly Hilton? It's on Wilshire and Santa Monica Blvd, not too far from where you work in Century City."

After another pause, Linda asked quickly, "Mister what is your name? Eric is it? How the hell do you know this information about me?"

"Linda, I can tell you more about this event later this week if you are interested. We are very discreet men in positions of influence. The Round Up has a very specific code of conduct and will not to force anyone to do anything against their will and discretion is expected. I can tell that you are very surprised to hear from us, and I guess I am the first one to contact you. I can only suggest you meet me in this very public place and I can tell you more."

Linda replied after a few moments of silence, "Rick, is this really you? Tell me this is you?"

"Linda, please call me Eric. Let's get together at 7pm on Wednesday as I suggested at the lounge in the Beverly Hilton. I'll be wearing a blue blazer with khaki slacks. I have dark, wavy hair, am 32 years old and I'm pretty tall. I hope to see you then."

I quickly hung up the phone to leave her hopefully intrigued enough to meet me. I worked through the initial list and was met with cursing, laughter, being called a perverted pig, and other names. But two of them agreed to meet me for a cup of coffee later in the month when I expected to be in their cities. One of them warned me that they may take the opportunity to merely throw coffee in my face, to which I replied, whatever makes you happy.

I finished up my appointments early and arrived at the lounge in the Beverly Hilton shortly after 7pm. Looking around, I found Linda seated at a booth in the back holding a glass of red wine. I recognized her from the pictures, and she was very pretty. Her brown hair was curly and to the shoulders. Linda was wearing a blue dress with white pantyhose and although her legs were crossed, she was nervously rolling her foot in circles under the table. 

Linda's eyes widened as I stood before her at the table.

"Linda? I'm Eric. It's a pleasure to meet you in person. May I join you?"

"Yes-s-s-s. Sure, please sit down."

I seated across from her, and she continued with the same surprised expression. "Well, I guess you really aren't Rick. You are Eric." She was clearly flustered.

"Linda, you are very pretty, and I'm sure even more charming. Let me freshen our drinks." I looked over and caught the waitress's eye. I ordered another glass of red wine for Linda and a whiskey for me.

"Well Eric, if that's your real name...."

"I assure you my name is Eric."

She began to relax and eyed me warily, but perhaps hungrily? "For some reason, I pictured you differently. When my husband told me that this Round Up thing was a group of very wealthy men, I expected a balding, overweight fifty year old man with stain on his tie. You certainly are not that Eric. I didn't expect someone who could be in GQ magazine. Excuse me if I'm a little out of sorts. This is just a very big surprise to me." 

I laughed softly and told her, "You know Linda, this is the first time I'm participating so honestly, I didn't know what to expect either. For all I know, the pictures could have been doctored, and you would certainly not be you. Speaking of magazines, have you ever modeled?"

And so it began. We talked for about an hour or so, and at a brief pause in conversation, I began my pitch. Linda again acted a little nervously and said, "You know, I've been hit on by quite a few men since I've been married, but I've never strayed. One not so innocent kiss after drinking at a bar is the worst I've ever done in the four years I've been married to Rick. That's it."

"But Linda, you told me you were Rick's boyfriend for, what four years before a two year engagement. You have not been with another man, if my math is correct, since you were a teenager. That's practically your entire adult life. In your profile, it suggested that you have curious thoughts about other men. I can very discreetly be that other man for you. I'm not looking for a relationship, or to break up your marriage. My business does not permit me relationships at this point in my life so you have no worries whatsoever. As I said on the phone, discretion is a must. Why don't we go up to my suite and continue to talk. We are under no obligation to do anything but talk and enjoy ourselves."

Although Linda looked apprehensive as she looked me in the eye, she said, "Okay Eric, let's see what happens. Let's go upstairs."

Linda was jittery during the elevator ride and was afraid to hold eye contact with me. I just kept quiet and waited for the elevator to arrive at my floor.

After I closed the door behind us, I heard Linda sigh. She walked deeper into my suite and looked around, impressed by what she saw. I moved behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. Linda stiffened momentarily but then relaxed after I began nuzzling her neck from behind. She pressed back into me. I wrapped my arms around her gently and continued kissing her neck.

"You know I can't believe I'm doing this Eric, but it is a rush. You are a very handsome man, and this is a beautiful hotel room. I don't know what I'm going to tell Rick, but maybe I won't say anything." Well, I thought to myself, maybe you won't have to. He'll get the goods later.

I grinned and moved my hands up to cup her breasts. Squeezing gently, then teasing her nipples through her blouse and bra elicited a soft purring from Linda. My fingers were soon inside her blouse and bra and her purring began to get louder. Linda's hands soon found my penis and she squeezed it through my pants. 

We turned to face each other and kissed passionately. Our hands were all over each other removing clothing as we fell on to the bed. My tongue was pushing in her mouth and her tongue responded to mine in dance.

Linda took my cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue along the tip. It was all I could do not to come in her mouth. She was very skillful at sucking cock. 




The Round Up - Isn't Over



I didn't let her coax me to an orgasm in her mouth as I had better ideas. I rolled Linda over onto her back and spread her legs wide. Her curly yet neatly trimmed blonde haired vagina opened up for me and I pushed my tongue up and down her engorged lips. After I ate her and she reached three moderate orgasms, I got between her legs. I slowly pushed my penis into deep into her very wet vagina. I held it deep before withdrawing for the first moment, thinking, wow, I'm really fucking a woman who is married to someone else. 

We fucked for about fifteen minutes in a number of different positions. Even though she had two more orgasms, I could tell she was very conflicted over what she was doing. I felt the familiar tingling in my balls and was soon spurting cum into her pussy. When we were done, Linda quickly ran into the bathroom. After a few minutes she came out holding a towel covering the front of her body. Her eyes appeared to be red as she moved to the chair where her clothes were.

"I have to leave Eric. I can't believe we just did what we did. I have to go." Words continued to spill out of her mouth as she professed regret and nervousness. I decided to not move, and not to say anything. There was nothing I could say so Linda would have to work through this.

After she dressed, I made a move to get out of bed to at least open the door for her. "Eric, just don't get out of bed, I can get out on my own. Sorry, but I wish we hadn't done this. I can't believe it...." She was quickly out the door.

I got out of bed and moved over to the large floral arrangement on the dresser. I moved my hand around the vase and pulled the video camera out its well concealed location. I pushed the buttons and looked through the view finder to make sure the encounter had been recorded. It was. But oh shit I realized. I forgot her panties. Oh well I thought, next one. Thinking about the tape, I hoped the organizers of Round Up left the end of the tape for her husband to see that she was truly regretful. Personally, I was indifferent. The sex was very good, and for me provided a bit more of an edge to a regular pick up. I felt slightly bad for what might be an unpleasant confrontation. Or maybe not. 

Their problem. 

First notch achieved.

CHAPTER FIVE

Over the next ten months I scored with eight more wives. Some were, as Linda was very reluctant and it took my most skilled charm to coax them to bed with me. So the reader doesn't think of me as a Don Juan type with a 1.000 batting average, I offer this. I believe I attempted to contact perhaps 150 or 160 of the women selected and got through to maybe 110. There were many hang ups on my first call, brief conversations where I was referred to in not so kind descriptive words, and some conversations where the women were curious and wanted to know more about the Round Up (but lead to nowhere). On several occasions the wives didn't show up. There were quite a few where the wife showed up, we had drinks, but nothing came of it despite my best efforts. There were some where the woman appeared calm, and then minutes later went crazy calling me all kinds of names. Some accompanied me to my room only to stop the action after several kisses, fondling and petting, and licking their pussy lips. 

Several more involved encounters with husbands who accompanied their wife in parking lots that I was fortunately able to defuse before it turned to violence. A few even brought friends and I was fortunate to get away without a beating.

Nonetheless, the women that I conversed with and more were all genuinely interesting in addition to their attractiveness. 

One was an evening traffic reporter for a local television station. My play for her, which when I think about and regret somewhat, was that I was interested in making acquisitions of television stations for a client investor. Over a three hour lunch we talked about the station she worked for and the others in the city, and the business overall. I could tell she was very interested in her professional goals, but she had to get to the station for the evening telecast. She did agree to meet later for a cocktail. It felt odd to see her on the television while I waited in my hotel room as I watched the newscast. When we met at my hotel bar later, she had changed and she was dressed very sexily. After a drink we proceeded to my room and had a wild sexual encounter. After we finished, she admitted that this had been the fourth time she was "rounded up" and greatly enjoyed it. Her husband wasn't too thrilled with receiving occasional video tapes, but it usually lead to fantastic sex with him for the next few weeks. I wished her well.

One woman that I met in Dallas in late summer surprised me. I arrived late at the cocktail lounge in the resort hotel we agreed to meet at due to a late running meeting. Jennifer was already sitting in a booth dressed in a stylish lavender colored summer style mini dress. What attracted me to her was her pixie like appearance. Short straight dark hair. Big beautiful doe like eyes on a very young looking pretty face. From a bathing suit picture, a very tight and trim body from taking part in dance classes in college and after graduation. 

I said hello to Jennifer and she nodded and said hello. I noticed a bit of surprise in her face and a little twinkle in her eye. Her expression changed quickly as a man who I assume was her husband sat down next to me in the booth. While I had encountered husbands before, this caught me by surprise momentarily.

"Well well well, nice to meet you too Eric. My name is Bob and as you can guess I'm Jennifer's husband." 

Recovering quickly, I replied, "Well Bob, nice to meet you as well. Perhaps your lovely wife Jennifer has told you who I am and what the purpose of our getting together is about?"

Bob's expression changed from a smirk to one of anger almost immediately. I saw his fists clench up and Jennifer's eyes got very big.

"You smug fucking prick," Bob hissed at me. "You and your fucked up group, what the hell is it called, some Sportmen's group, think you can just go out and fuck with people's lives?? Huh? Motherfucker!"

"Bob, please relax and let me explain something ...."

Bob interrupted, "you know Eric, we've been getting calls since early March from you people. It must be over 50 calls including some who just won't take no for an answer. You people are relentless! And I'm tired of it!"

"Bob, let me say this to you. I'm happy that Jennifer agreed to meet with me. Let me freshen your drinks and get something for myself."

I waived over a waitress and ordered for us.

"Okay Bob, Jennifer. I realize this is an intrusion into your lives. I can tell you that regardless of what happens this evening, I won't contact you again. However, you are likely to be contacted through the end of the year by other participants. That will not stop. Let me also explain this without offending your sensibilities. Statistically, roughly 20% of married women have an affair at some point during their marriage. That percentage rises believe it or not for women who are better educated and very attractive as your wife is. It is most likely because they are propositioned more frequently than other women, and it's the law of averages. 

Bob and Jennifer weren't smiling and said nothing, although I could tell Jennifer still had a twinkle in her eye and her face flushed with my last comment.

I continued talking, well, "bullshitting" would be a better word for it. Finally, I said, "Jennifer, Bob, let me say this. Jennifer's profile and answers to survey questions indicate she is a very nice person. Assuming that she answered the questions truthfully, and this brief meeting, I would have to say she has, she has never stepped out on you while she was married. However, her survey did indicate that while she would never consider it, she was curious about other men, perhaps due to your getting married so young. 

Bob's face flushed, and I could sense his anger returning.

"Bob, relax, I mean no disrespect to either of you. I would suggest to you this. It appears there might be an occasion where Jennifer meets someone in the future. While she has been propositioned a lot, and turned it down every time, who knows about the future. In this Round Up, your marriage is not threatened. I have no interest in pursuing Jennifer beyond this evening and it is 99% likely you will never hear or see me again. I am not even a short term threat. I'm not trying to pursue Jennifer as a long term partner or to steal her away from you. Let me offer you this. Jennifer and I will retire to my suite for a few hours. I will get a suite for you, and when Jennifer leaves, she can join you in your suite. Feel free to order room service, whatever you want. I promise you that she will be back to you no later than 11pm, and perhaps even sooner than that."

Bob quickly said, "yeah, you just want to borrow her for the night you fuck!"

I replied quickly as well, "Bob, I have to think this inevitable. If Jennifer begins a sexual encounter with someone she meets, say, at work, you might have to worry about her leaving you. Jennifer, why not join me for a few hours, and then get it all out of the way. That way you can respond to the phone calls from the other participants that you've already experienced it, and you're no longer interested. What do you say?"

Bob and Jennifer looked at each other. Bob looked over at me with a slight frown on his face. Jennifer looked at him, but with a bit more excitement in her eye. She was seeking permission. At that moment, I said, "Bob and Jennifer, I'm going to the front desk and arrange for the room for you. I'll be back in a minute so you can spend time discussing this."

After getting a suite for Bob and making a bathroom pit stop, I returned to the table. Jennifer was looking down, but with a very flushed face. Bob looked at me with a resigned look on his face. I handed him a one of the keys. He said nothing as he got up from the table and left.

Jennifer was still tense, so I insisted we have another drink and just talk. Even though she was nervous during the conversation, I could tell she was excited. If I was guessing, I would say she had smallish nipples that got very hard when she was aroused or in a cold climate. They were pushing against her dress. 

After about an hour and half of conversation, Jennifer said, "okay, I think I'm ready, let's get this over with."

We were soon in my suite. After some initial hesitation when we began kissing and caressing each other, she became very enthusiastic during the encounter. She loved having her pussy eaten, and even though I was eager to get my cock into her, I obliged. Jennifer was squirming around the bed during her many orgasms. My tongue pushed back and forth across her clit as my fingers alternated inside her wet hole and teasing her soft and very silky long pubic hair.

We were soon having intercourse as I slipped my cock into her vagina. She was quite active and her body was insistent on me giving her pleasure. After three more orgasms, I reached my own. We lay there for a while with my cock softening in her pussy. We ended up fucking two more times, and I'm sorry to say that she didn't leave my room until after midnight. She gave me a kiss at the door, and I wished her luck with Bob. She smiled and headed out the door.

I reflected on this sexual encounter after Jennifer left. While cuckholding a husband was part of this trip, I hadn't thought about doing it directly, or at least not this way. I had never even thought of it. But I did get a perverse pleasure in fucking Bob's wife with Bob waiting for her to return in his room. I wondered if he was angry enough to trash the room while he was waiting for Jennifer to return, or if he jerked off for the entire three hours Jennifer and I were having sex. Interesting. 

When I checked out of the resort two days later, the front desk clerk gave me the bill for Bob's room as well. I looked at it and burst out laughing. "Well, well Bob, I have to give you a lot of credit here." Bob had one hell of a dinner while he was waiting. Filet mignon, two bottles of Cristal and a crème boulet. What really got me was that he also charged a new set of golf clubs to the room as well! Ha, good going Bob. Touché!

CHAPTER 6

In mid October, I came across Mary Hanson's file again. I knew I was going to be in her city looking at an investment, coincidentally, in the drug company where she worked. There was something about her looks and about what she revealed in her profile and survey answers that intrigued me. Maybe it was the contrast between her sexiness and the plane Jane kind of name. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I set about trying to set up something with her by calling her at her office. Mary had a very soft yet sexy voice as she answered. 

"Hello Mary, my name is Eric. You have a very nice voice on the telephone. I'm calling to see if you've heard of the Round Up?"

Mary replied, "Hang on for a second Eric."

I could overhear that there was someone in the office and I wondered if this would be yet another hang up.

"Eric? Sorry, I had to finish something up and get someone out of my office. Um, yes, I have heard of the Round Up."

"I see. Well, that's very good. Coincidentally, I'm going to be in your city soon while my firm looks at making an investment. I will be there on and off for two weeks in late October and early November. Would you be interested in getting together for a drink one night when I'm there?"

Mary replied in a slightly more hushed voice which I gather came from an attempt to conceal her excitement. I became erect. "I would like to get together, but can I suggest the first week of November?"

"Sure Mary, whatever you like. Let's get together on November 3 then. Does that work?"

After a moment's pause where I heard pages turning, probably her calendar book, she replied, "November 3 works well. Call me a day or two ahead with a suggestion where we can meet."

"Sure thing Mary, I look forward to meeting you then."

"Eric, I also look forward to meeting you as well. Look forward to your call."

After we hung up, I thought, well, either she's been "round up" before and likes it, or she hasn't been contacted and is eager to try it. Either way, I'm pretty sure that we are going to have a sexual encounter. I was looking forward to it.

Mary and I spoke again toward the end of October and firmed up the date. We would meet for a drink at the cocktail lounge in my hotel at around 630pm on the 3rd. I teased her by wishing her a happy Halloween. She laughed when I suggested she dress up as a sexy little witch. "No, I'm going to dress as a little red devil Ha! I will see you on the 3rd Eric. I have to get to a meeting. See you then."

This was the second conversation that I had with Mrs. Hanson that left me aroused. 

After setting up the camera in my room I headed toward the lobby of the hotel. I arrived early in the cocktail lounge and was waiting for Mary on the evening of the 3rd. Somewhat anxious, or at least a little more than in past meetings, I stirred my cocktail with the swizzle. At a few minutes past 630pm, Mary appeared next to me and introduced herself very confidently. She was a very beautiful woman. Perfect white teeth smile. Not too much makeup or lipstick. Her wavy brown hair was in an attractive style and hung a bit below her shoulders. She was wearing a short grey skirt with black jacket and silky white blouse. Although I didn't remove my eyes from hers, I guessed that she was somewhere between a big B cup and small C cup. She was fairly tall at about 5'7 or 5'8 with long legs encased in very expensive looking sheer black stockings. About as close to a perfect 10 as you can come. 

Reaching her hand out to shake hands, which I saw tremble a bit, "Hi Eric, I'm very happy to meet you." She paused as she looked into my eyes and her smile grew. 

"Mary, it is a pleasure to meet you as well. Would you like to sit at a table or booth, perhaps in the back so our conversation can be a bit more private?"

"Great idea Eric, I'll follow."

I motioned to the bartender that I'd like to be taken care of at a table in the back. During our short few steps to the back of the lounge I guided Mary to our table and placed my hand on the small of her back. I appraised her as we walked. A very tight ass that had an oh so slight wiggle to it. Her breasts seemed to jiggle just a bit as she walked. 

We sat down and began idle talking after our drinks came. Soon the conversation moved over to why we were there together.

"So Mary, you've heard of the Round Up. So, what do you think?"

"Eric, at first, truthfully, I thought my husband George was putting me on. Or that his friends were playing a joke on him. While I'm going to remain a lady and not give you a number, I will tell you that I have been "rounded up." I found it to be a boost to my ego, and the sex with the man was good. I will tell though that I haven't turned into the town whore and I won't. The holidays are coming up and you will be the last one to round me up. And I will pay you a compliment and say that you are a very handsome man. The others have been easy on the eyes, but not like you." 

Laughing, "Well, Mary, I'm not sure I'd like to be negotiating against you in a business deal. You are pretty firm in what you want and how you set about getting it. I'm impressed."

I continued, "Well, I'm not going to get into my number either. Frankly, business for me is very busy, and my number is not all that impressive if I were telling you. I should tell you that you interested me from the beginning and I'm only sorry I wasn't in this part of the country earlier in the year. And I'm certainly not disappointed to be sitting next to you right now."

The drinks were making us feel more relaxed as the conversation drifted easily from topic to topic. Feeling like I wanted to move this along, I moved my right hand to her thigh while my left hand settled on the back of the bench behind Mary. I felt the silky smoothness of her stocking as I lightly caressed her thigh. 

Mary face flushed again. As I continued she said, "That feels nice Eric." She lightly kissed my ear as I moved my hand slightly higher. Mary sighed and placed her hand on my crotch. Squeezing my erection, she looked me I the eye. Softly she said, "That feels like quite the package Eric." Her ministrations had me throbbing. When my hand found the skin above her thigh high stocking top I suggested we move up to my room. She agreed and we made our way to the elevator. 

As the doors closed we embraced and began a passionate kiss. I squeezed her tight ass as our tongues explored each other's mouth. Breaking for a second, Mary said, "You know, part of me is embarrassed and I feel like everyone is watching me as I walk out of a bar like that. But the other part of me feels so sexy leaving with a really hot guy. We resumed our kiss as she pressed our crotches together until the doors opened to my floor.

As soon as we entered the room, we were again kissing. After a few minutes, Mary pushed me back lightly and excused herself to the bathroom. I moved toward back of my room and closed the drapes and turned the lights on low. I turned when I heard Mary say from behind me, "Why Eric, are you trying to seduce me?"

We laughed and I saw that she had tossed her jacket and purse onto the arm chair. We came together and kissed again. Our hands began wandering over each other's bodies ad I slowly began pulling the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt. Soon we were sitting on the bed and I began opening the buttons of her silky blouse. When it was open I pushed it off her shoulders and began kissing her neck. I slowly slipped one bra strap off her shoulder, then the other. Her bra snapped in the front, so as I unsnapped it, I moved my hands up to firmly hold her naked breasts as her bra fell away. My thumbs teased her nipples which drew a moan from Mary.