0 comments/ 54849 views/ 3 favorites One For All and All for One Ch. 01 By: AnnabelleandJay The four of them had been inseparable, ever since grade school. Rob, Tom, Chris, and Bret had been so close growing up as kids in the suburbs of a large Midwest City, that everyone had dubbed them the Four Musketeers. Even in high school and throughout the years at the nearby college, the four stayed together. And even when Rob, Tom and Chris got married, they all lived in the same town and they all routinely spent almost every day and evening together. Their wives came in and just became part of the group. Rob, Tom and Chris and gone into business together, in a small technology company. They worked together and played together, always competed outdo each other, and always vacationing only as a group of seven, Bret still being single. The favorite pastime was to see if they could find a wife for Bret. Because it was Bret who always seemed to stand slightly above and apart from the other three guys. He was tall, handsome, and while the others were solid engineers, Bret was a genius. He excelled at sports and while the others watched. It was Bret who starred on the college baseball team, while the other three created fantasy sports pools. While they dated seriously, zeroing in on a perfect spouse, Bret was dating and screwing anything in a skirt. His sexual prowess and size of his penis were the stuff of urban legends in the town. But after the game, after the dates, after it all, he always went back to being just one of the gang again, the Four Musketeers. And as they grew older, the competition to best each other grew also. The rift started several years after they all finished college. While Rob, Tom and Chris and their wives saw each other constantly, Bret began to slowly slip away from the group. They would go for days without seeing or hearing from him, something always considered heresy for the Four Musketeers. And then, hallelujah, a call from Bret announcing that he was buying a home and that they should all come help him move in. This was certainly cause for celebration. Not only was the house near to the homes of the other three, it was seen as a positive sign that Bret was looking to settle down. Carrie, Laura and Rae, the respective wives, agreed to redouble their effort to find Bret a wife. Moving day was great. The Four Musketeers packed and unpacked and flawlessly moved Bret into his new digs. It turned out to be an older home in an established neighborhood, not far from the new housing development where the others lived. They all drank beer and laughed and horsed around, just like always. Bret’s house was indeed a gem, beautiful and certainly one of a kind. Big rooms and hardwood floors abounded and the house teemed with unique nooks and crannies. High ceiling and lots of levels were everywhere. In fact, there was even a locked room on the lower level and the far end of the house. Even Bret hadn’t been able to get into it. Two massive padlocks barred the door. Bret’s real estate agent said that she would look into it, but he hadn’t heard from her again about it. They all laughed about the mystery room, and soon it was forgotten. Not long after the move, the wives, Carrie, Laura and Rae, were fixing Bret up with dates, left and right. Thus began the quest to find’s Bret’s perfect mate, and for the wives perfect meant somebody who would fit into the group. Unfortunately, none of the setups took and once again, Bret began to disappear from the group. It was three months later that the group received the most shocking phone call of all. Bret was getting married!! In two weeks!! And they were supposed to come to the wedding. Absurd! Preposterous! And they had never even met this woman. The group was in total shock - especially the wives. In fact, it was a running joke that each of them in reality had four husbands. Each of the women, Carrie, Laura and Rae had been auditioned, if you will, during their courtships. Only a unanimous vote of approval from the Four Musketeers seemed good enough to lead to serious talk and ultimately marriage. Laura had been the most difficult to get the men’s approval. She was a bit of a prude and quite outspoken about her devout religious convictions. She never swore and seemed to have no sense of humor. Sometimes it created a little tension in the group, since none of the others were into religious zeal, one way or another. But Tom liked her, so all the other guys went along. Carrie was a real cut-up and fit easily into the group at once. A little chunky and a bit overweight, she made up in humor what she lacked in beauty. Rae, on the other hand, was a beauty. Of Asian decent, she was tall, slim, and very athletic with long jet-black hair almost to her waist. She was an instant winner. But now, an interloper, an unapproved woman, was to be let in. The group chaffed, but upon the wedding day, they were all there for the small ceremony, with Rob, Tom and Chris all serving as Best Men. The brief ceremony went smoothly and after it was over the real shock began to set in. The problem was the bride, Carla. Carla was a petite blonde and certainly beautiful. Her tanned, well-muscled body was dramatically outlined in the short, tight fitting wedding dress. She appeared to all to be a woman who spent a great time in the gym, working on a spectacular body. She had large breasts for so slim a woman that the wives instantly nodded in agreement to each other - “boob job.” No, the problem with Carla was not looks. She had plenty of them. The problem was her age. She was at least twenty years older than Bret and the rest. Clearly in her mid-forties, there was no way this woman was going to fit into the group, all the women agreed. Introductions were cool, at best. Carla was a successful attorney in town and she was bright and articulate. And she and Bret were obviously head-over-heels in love with each other. Like it or not, Rob Tom and Chris and their wives, were sure that this was the death knell for the Four Musketeers. And for two months, it certainly appeared that way. Not a sound was heard from Bret and his bride, Carla. So when his invitation to host their weekly poker night at his house came, there was hope after all. And it was great!! The four guys together again. Beer. Cigars. And poker. It was just like the great college days, the old days. Carla was working late at her office, so the chips flew and laughter rocked the house. It was only when Tom went to take a piss, that the laughter came to a halt. Tom went down the hall to the toilet, and just as he was about to duck into the john, he noticed that the door to the Mystery Room was ajar. The two massive hasps on the door hung empty, free of the giant padlocks that were there earlier on move-in day. Curious, Tom quietly pushed the door open and stepped in the darkened room. Groping for the light switch, he soon found it and dim, amber lights came on. Tom couldn’t believe his eyes. “HOLY SHIT!” Tom said aloud. He was standing in the middle of some kind of torture chamber, a kind of medieval dungeon. Manacles and whips hung on walls all around the room. Harnesses dangled from chains hooked to the ceiling. Several leather covered horse-type apparatuses were located around the room. On the walls, interspersed among the hanging whips were dildos of every shape and color, spreader bars, gags, blindfolds and things Tom couldn’t even identify, even if he had wanted to. He turned the lights off, dashed out and after a quick trip to the toilet, returned to the game. “Damn, that was the longest piss in history. Come on, you’re holding up the game,” one of them said. Tom sat down quietly and stared directly at Bret. “So, do you have something you want to tell us?” Tom asked. There was a long silence as Bret sat totally confused. And then Tom said, now bragging to the others, “I’ve just been into the Mystery Room.” Stunned and embarrassed, Bret agreed to talk, knowing that there had never been any real secrets between them and never should be. “First let me tell you the story behind the room before Rob and Chris see it,” said Bret. He went on to explain that he had taken it upon himself to track down the previous owner, since the real estate agent had come up emptied handed. Soon he uncovered the name and wrote to the man. Weeks went by and nothing. Then, a letter arrived with a key inside. The letter was from the previous owner. He explained that he had indeed owned the house previously and, it turned out was a retired electrical engineer. He was ecstatic that another engineer now owned the house. He and his wife were an elderly couple and that the room with the locks was their private play room. They had entertained in the room and shared pleasures with each other and with people in the town and beyond. But when his wife died suddenly and prematurely, he was so crushed by the loss that he locked the room and sold the house. The letter went on to say that the enclosed keys would unlock the room and that Bret was free to keep or destroy anything in the room. It was his now. The old man wanted nothing to do with it. The room fell silent after Bret had relayed the story of the Mystery Room. “Well, hell, let’s go see it,” said Rob and they all hurried down the hall. They stood in the room, the three of them taking in the equipment and devices encircling them. A punishment chair sat in one corner, a type of swing hanging in another. The three were literally speechless as not one of them dared to ask the question that was really on their minds – did Bret ever use any of this stuff? It went unasked. They all returned to the poker table and were beginning to get refocused on the game when Carla came home. She kissed Bret and then pecked each of the others on the cheeks and was about to go upstairs to change clothes when Bret spoke. “Did you know that you left the room unlocked? Did you know that Rob, Tom and Chris have been inside? Do you know what that means?” Bret asked ominously. The stunning older woman gave a slight nod of her head, and turned. Head bowed, she left the room. “Okay, who’s bet,” Bret bubbled, as if the last awkward minute had never existed. Play resumed for the next five minutes until a large gasp stopped the game. Rob had been facing the door when Carla reentered the room. It was his gasp that caused all heads to turn. Carla was standing in the room dressed in a long black leather corset, black stockings and black patent four-inch high heels. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly back into a long ponytail and she wore a black leather collar with a large chrome ring in the front. But the men’s eyes were on neither the collar nor the ponytail. The leather corset Carla was wearing came up just under her jutting breasts, leaving her magnificent tits bare. The boning of the corset pushed up in the center of her chest, separating her breasts and forming a pair of U shaped cutouts underneath them. The other focal point was at the bottom of the corset. The corset was cinched extremely tight, and her rounded hips flared in contrast. Carla’s shaved, naked cunt was totally exposed, there for all to behold, with a small gold ring dangling from a piercing in her right vaginal lip. “Oh my God!” one of the men exhaled in a barely audible whisper. “You go to the room. We’ll follow,” Bret ordered and Carla turned and walked slowly down the hall toward The Room. “One for all and all for one,” Bret said grinning. “Leave now or forever hold you peace.” No one left. Bret smiled, stood and followed Carla out. The three men were confused, but eagerly followed close behind, watching the vision of Carla’s exquisite ass wriggle down the hall. Inside the room, Carla immediately went over and stood beneath a dangling harness hanging from a slotted track mounted to the ceiling. She reached her hands up and Bret snapped her wrist into the manacles of the harness. “You guys wanna help?” Bret asked. “Sure!” came the unanimous, resounding reply. “Lift her legs up and put her in those ankle straps,” Bret instructed Eagerly the men lifted the petite blonde, and secured her ankles, leaving her hanging facing the ceiling, suspended about five feet above the floor, her legs spread wide apart. Bret finished the job by attaching the waistband of the harness around Carla corseted waist and hooking the attached chain to the cradle mounted on the track. Bret picked up a small device and pushed the button. At that, an electric motor started and Carla began to glide along the track, feet first toward a large wooden post where the track terminated. Rob, Tom and Chris’s eyes all immediately shifted to the post, the obvious destination of the trip. There, jutting out from the post, was a large, rigid flesh-colored dildo, perhaps two feet in length. Bret leaned over and whispered, “The old guy did this with a garage door opener. See what an engineer can do when he puts his mind to it.” It was certainly a sight to behold the guys said. Real engineering at work, as the beautiful blonde glided along the track toward certain impalement on the rigid phallus. Her long ponytail dangled down toward the floor as her head fell backward, waiting the moment of insertion. But with less that three feet remaining before she was to be skewered by the massive plastic cock, Bret stopped the track. “What do you have to say now?” he asked his dangling wife. “I’m sorry I left the room unlocked. I’ll never do it again,” she said calmly “How sorry are you?” Bret asked “I’m very sorry. Ill do anything you want to make amends,” she said. “I know you will,” Bret said and pushed the button. Smoothly Carla slid forward and, as if inserting a key into a lock, slid a good 8 inches onto the awaiting pole. Her moist cunt lips spread apart and yielded easily to the intruding thrust. “Ahhhhhh!” she shrieked, but it sounded like a shriek of pleasure more than pain to all there. Bret pushed the button and Carla slid away, freeing herself from the plastic invader. Just as quickly, Bret hit the button again, and she was reversed, being slammed again upon the dripping pink staff. 10 inches of the rod disappeared “Aaaaoooooowwwww,” she moaned, and it was pure pleasure this time. “How sorry are you?” Bret asked again. “Very sorry. And I’ll do whatever you want,” she moaned seductively, her head dangling upside down as she turned and looked at her husband, while still skewered upon the jutting phallus. “Don’t be sorry to me. It’s poor Tom you should apologize to,” Bret said. “He’s the one you put in the awkward position of finding the room unlocked.” “Oh, Tom,” she said, shifting her gaze. “I’m so sorry for what I did to you.” As she spoke, she wriggled her hips slightly, wedging herself even further onto the dildo stuffed inside her. “Tom, let me help,” Bret said, a wry tone in his voice. “Why don’t you get up on the stand at the other end of the track and we’ll see if she’s truly sorry. Unsure, Tom moved to the other end of the track and stepped up on a large two step platform. Instantly the track motor started and Carla groaned as she became dislodged form the plastic cock. She started glided in the opposite direction, now moving headfirst toward Tom. Soon the motor stopped and Carla’s head was dangling two feet from Tom, as he stood atop the platform, positioned at a level with his groin even to her dangling face. “How sorry?” Bret asked. “Oh, Tom,” the older woman begged. “Please unzip your pants and let me really apologize.” Unhesitatingly, Tom unsnapped his trousers and let them fall around his ankles. In another second, his shorts were down and his erect penis bobbed in the air. The electric motor lurched again and instantly Carla’s open mouth was floating toward Tom’s cock. When she was on him, her chin pushed hard against his pubic hair, the motor shutoff. Tom looked down at the beauty devouring his cock, sucking him as he had never been sucked before. Hanging upside down as she was, Carla’s neck was back and her throat aligned to easily take Tom as deep as possible. Tom realized instantly that his cock was well past her mouth and down into her throat. Deep throated, for the first time, he thought. It was certainly something his prudish wife, Laura, would never do. Or even suck his cock in any manner, he thought to himself. The whine of the motor snapped him back to Carla and the present. The motor kicked in and Carla slid away, stopping with her mouth open, now ten inches away from Tom. The motor whirred and the warmth of her throat encased Tom’s prick again. An electric burp - and she was 3 inches away. The room erupted with laughter. It was clear that both Carla and Bret were enjoying Tom’s torment. A click, the motor started and she was on him again, sucking voraciously this time. Carla sucked wildly for another minute and it was obvious that Tom was ready to shoot his hot load down her open throat. Then a click, and as Carla moved away and dangled inches from his cock, Tom erupted, covering her face with his hot juice. Then she was off again, moving once again to the other end of the track and was split apart by the unyielding phallus. 12 inches deep this time. “How far can she, you know, how deep…” Rob stammered to Bret, unsure of how to ask the question. “She taken as much as 16 inches when she really gets warmed up. But I don’t know. It wouldn’t surprise me if she took the whole two feet one of these days,” Bret said smiling. Carla was groaning with pleasure now as the massive toy filled her cunt and cum dripped from her face. Bret reversed her and now had her stopped and dangling in the middle of the room. “Oh, please let me come. Pleeeese,” she begged, this time a note of sincerity in her voice. “Do you think you deserve to?” teased Bret. “Please, I’ll be good and keep the room locked,” she moaned. “Please make me come.” “Well, I don’t know,” Bret said, really enjoying her obvious frustration. “Rob, you’ve bragged about your cunt eating abilities since we were 12 years old. You want to give it a shot?” Without a word, Rob stepped between Carla’s outspread legs and pushed his mouth hard onto her smoldering cunt. It didn’t take long after that. Carla began bucking her hips, grinding her cunt against his lapping tongue. Rob rolled her erect clit around with his tongue and it was all over. Carla exploded, showering his face with a spray of hot juices. “Damn! She’s a real squirter,” said Rob. “I didn’t honestly think they existed.” “They do,” replied Bret, “and she is. No faking it here. When she comes, you really know about it.” They all helped, unhooked Carla, and took her down from the harness, returning her gently to the floor, each of the three getting a generous handful of the blonde beauty’s treasures as they put her down. Carla started for the door and Bret snapped, “Not so fast. There’s another apology you owe. You’ve ignored poor Chris and I can tell his feelings are hurt. The horse,” he ordered. Without a pause, the petite blonde walked over and positioned herself face down on the leather-covered apparatus, her ass sticking directly up in the air. Bret attached her wrists and ankles to the cuffs attached on the corners of the horse. “Chris, old buddy, I’m sorry but it’s clear that my wife has done you wrong. And she deserves to be spanked. Or paddled,” Bret said. “Seriously?” Chris asked. “Very seriously,” Bret said, handing Chris a black, leather covered paddle from the wall. Chris looked at the paddle, then at Carla’s exquisite ass, made even more enticing by the tightly cinched leather corset. The extreme cinching added a delicious roundness to her ass. Chris handed the paddle back to Bret saying, “This is just too good to pass up.” He walked over to Carla and paused a moment, taking in the beautiful sight of her exposed and vulnerable ass. Then his hand rose and fell swiftly. One For All and All for One Ch. 01 SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Again and again, Chris spanked the beautiful woman until his hand hurt and her cheeks were a bright red. “Thanks, guys, that should hold her for a while,” Bret said with a huge smile. “Just this one last thing.” He pulled off a slim, anal plug dangling from a hook on the wall and pressed it slowly into his wife’s asshole. “Aaaaahhhhh,” she groaned and Bret reached down and pressed a small button on the plug. The anal plug began to gently vibrate. She slowly began to grind her cunt against the leather horse, as the plug twitched in her ass. “That will keep her happy for a while,” Bret said, guiding his three pals out of the room and back to the poker game. “How long will you keep her like that?” Tom asked, tossing in another chip into the center of the table. They were playing, but it was obvious that all Chris, Rob and Tom were thinking about was the squirming blonde down the hall. “Oh, two hours maybe,” Bret answered. “She’ll have three or four more orgasms, then we’ll go upstairs and fuck our brains out.” “Is she always, you know, that submissive,” Chris asked “Oh hell no! That was just for you guys. God help you if she’s in her dominatrix mood. No, she just enjoys kinky sex, well, any sex. But especially kinky,” Bret said, adding chips to the pot. One For All and All for One Ch. 02 It was a week later and the four couples gathered for dinner at Chris and Rae’s house. It didn’t take long for Carrie, Laura and Rae to sense a major shift in the group dynamic. Their husband’s feelings towards Carla had obviously changed for some reason. A week earlier, she was an “old hag who was going to destroy the friendship” the guys had built for a lifetime. Now, the wives were picking up odd changes in their husbands. Overly friendly greeting kisses, there was lots of contact, touching Carla every chance they got when she spoke to them. The fact that Carla was wearing skintight, black leather pants and a thin white blouse knotted under her bosom was bad enough, “downright sinful” as Laura called it. But the fact that Carla wasn’t wearing a bra at her age and that the blouse was unbuttoned down to the knot, only added fuel to the impending flame. The backyard volleyball game was a blast to Carla and the boys. She was a super athlete, great at the game and they laughed their asses off. But to the three wives it was clearly a game of who could grab the old woman the most. Carrie, Laura and Rae noticed that their formerly resentful husbands had now been turned into Carla’s greatest supporters. If her wineglass was empty, Tom filled it. Chris pulled out chairs for Carla to sit in, and even patted her butt once. And Rob, as Carrie declared in the kitchen, was spending the entire evening hovering around Carla and looking down her blouse at her old tits. Finally, by the end of dinner, the situation exploded. As they were all sitting at the table Rae had had enough. She threw down her napkin on the table and stood up, tipping her chair over backwards. “Listen to me, you old bitch. You’re ruining our husbands, you’re ruining our lives. We want it to be like it was before your sorry, old ass showed up!” Rae shouted. “I demand a “Knock!” “A what?” said Carla, turning to her husband. A “Knock” was a game the four guys had invented in their childhood. Anytime one of them felt like another was lying him to, he’d call “Knock.” He could ask only one question of any of the other person and by their oath to each other, the person had to answer that question honestly. As they grew older and honestly became more important, the boys, then teenagers, upped the ante to demand a “Knock.” The person who called “Knock” had to strip naked in front of the person being asked. This high price was a terrific deterrent from calling frivolous “Knocks.” And even more so in college, where a naked guy standing in front of other guy would certainly raise eyebrows in a dorm. The wives all knew about demanding a “Knock,” since the guys often talked about it, recalling earlier times together as kids or college days. The guys, even to this day, honored a “Knock” when called. One time there was a knock about Tom’s cheating on Laura – and he was. Or of shaving a little money from the business account by Rob, and other really serious issues where their friendship demanded honesty. But this was the first time one of the wives had called a “Knock.” Bret briefly explained the ritual and the seriousness of it to Carla. When asked if she was willing to be totally honest in the Knock, Carla replied, “If I going to be a part of this group, then I’m a part of the group. And I’m in.” Carla rose from the table as Rae walked around, and stopped six inches from Carla’s face. Rae kicked off her shoes, then unbuttoned her skirt and kicked it angrily to the side, focused all the while on Carla. She unbuttoned her blouse, unhesitatingly jerked off her bra and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She shed them instantly, all without ever breaking eye contact with Carla. Rae was exquisitely beautiful as she stood naked, trembling in front of Carla. But the trembling was from rage, not modesty. The dark, black hair at her crotch glistened from the flickering light of the candles on the table. Rae’s small, firm breasts jutted angilry out towards Carla, as if each one was sending a statement of defiance. Her puffy nipples rose and fell quickly as her breathing reflected the anger in her body. Stepping in again, she now stood just an inch away from Carla, her breasts now pushing up against Carla’s. “Are you now fucking or have you ever fucked my husband?” Rae shouted. Technically, that was two questions, but no one seemed to notice. Except Carla, her litigious mind always tuned to the details. “No, and not ever,” Carla replied, her green eyes locking deep into the brown pools of the beautiful Asian featured woman. This humiliation had been a terrible price to pay, but Rae knew she had the truth from the older woman. And in every sense of the word, it was the truth from Carla’s perspective. Chris’ spanking her bare bottom did not constitute fucking. Carla knew it and all of the men breathed a sigh of relief. The truth had been told, the integrity of the “Knock” maintained, and the story of the room and their session with Carla was still, fortunately, a secret from the wives. Before Rae could move away, she heard a single word emerge from Carla’s lips. “Knock,” Carla said, and it stilled the room. With her eyes still locked on Rae’s, Carla untied her blouse and tossed it aside, her large firm breasts now dominating the space between the two women. She unsnapped her leather pants at he waist, unzipped and peeled them down, and with a quick kick, pushed them aside. She wasn’t wearing panties and now, like Rae, was totally naked. She stepped in and her large, rounded breasts pressed hard against Rae’s smaller tits. Then came Carla’s question, demanding absolute truth. Carla spoke. “Did you ask the question because you were jealous of Chris and me or did you ask because you were jealous and you’d like to have sex with me?” The question stunned Rae and everyone in the room. And it was a question whose answer appeared obvious to all in the room. But not to Carla, who had a talent, a gift, for instantly sizing people up and ferreting out the truth. And it was a question that Rae would never have answered honestly under any other circumstance. But here she had to. She understood the importance of a lie in this situation and the bond that held the four men together. Rae’s eyes dropped down as the words came meekly out. “Jealous because I’d like to have sex with you.” As soon as the words escaped Rae’s lips, Carla leaned in and kissed Rae. It was at first a peace offering. Then, as the two women pressed their naked bodies tighter together, their mouths dissolved into a passionate hunger. Carla and Rae didn’t even notice as Laura, followed by Carrie, stormed from the house, followed by their reluctant husbands. Nor did they care at that moment. Carla turned Rae around and gently lowered her onto the dining room table, pushing aside plates and overturning water glasses. Carla broke the kiss and moved her mouth down the young woman’s body. First, she began to lick and suck on Rae’s swollen nipples. Soon her moist tongue was trailing down the dark-haired woman’s taut abdomen, lingering around her navel, then lowering through the thick mat of Rae’s black public hair. Rae was soon spread eagle on the dinner table among the dirty dinner dishes as Carla began to furiously lick her cunt. It was obvious to the two observing husbands that Carla’s oral talents included women. She definitely knew her way around a pussy. Carla’s pink tongue darted and flicked in and out of Rae’s glistening slit, lapping and teasing the swollen knob of the darker woman’s clit. She had Rae screaming and hollering within minutes was about to climax under the older woman’s experienced touch. Finally, Bret turned to Chris and said, “I don’t know about you, but this is just too hot to pass up.” Bret moved behind Carla’s upturned backside as she leaned over the table, dropped his trousers and pushed his massive erection into his wife’s dripping cunt. Taking his cue, Chris shook off his pants, pushed plates onto the floor and climbed onto the table. He slid forward and drove his aching stiffness into Rae’s mouth. She responded and began wildly sucking her husband’s cock as never before. When it was all over, three dinner plates and four glasses had been broken in the sexual frenzy. But something more precious and valuable had been created. The two couples wrapped their arms around each other as one, as Bret murmured, more to himself that anyone else, “This could get really interesting.” Chris responded, also more to himself, “Mathematically speaking, it certainly holds a lot of possibilities.” The four of them hugged tightly for a moment and then the group erupted in laughter. It was two weeks after the dinner party and another poker night had rolled around. Laura and Carrie were still incredibly pissed about what had happened. But Tom and Rob were eager to devour every salacious detail that the other two men would divulge. Not to mention that the poker game was again at Bret’s house and all the men were secretly hoping for a possible repeat of their earlier encounter with Carla in The Room. The game had just gotten underway when Carla came down from upstairs and stepped into the room. She again had her hair pulled back in a long blonde ponytail. Tonight, however, she was wearing heavier that usual make-up. She wore a shiny black robe wrapped tightly around her body and tied securely with a long sash. Black fishnet stocking were obviously under the robe, and very high heeled shoes with wide ankle straps adorned her feet. Bret smiled and knew that she was concealing something, he just didn’t know what it was. She walked around the table, giving each man a tongue-filled kiss as part of her greeting. She held her kiss with Chris a moment longer than the others, then broke it with a large smile. They all chatted for a moment and it was Tom, an engineer through-and-through, who cut right to the chase. “Any chance we could all get another glimpse at The Room tonight?” he asked. Carla hesitated and looked down the hall in the direction of The Room. Then she said, reluctantly “Um, I’m not sure that would be a really good idea tonight.” “Why not,” Bret questioned, his curiosity bursting to find out what his wife was hiding. “C’mom,” he said, and led a charge down the hall and into The Room.” “Wait! Wait!” Carla called, trying to catch up but unable to run in the teetering high heels. When she finally got to the room, she saw the men, standing in the middle and staring into the corner in astonishment. In the corner, bound into a sling suspended from the ceiling was Rae, naked, her long legs spread wide apart by the ropes of the sling that secured her knees, her feet dangling toward the floor. She hung about three feet off the floor and her arms were tied securely to the lines running up to the ceiling. He long black hair had been braided into a ponytail that was now looped around and secured by a chain to the ceiling. She was literally hanging by her hair, even though the sling really held her up. But there was obvious discomfort when Rae tried to move her head about. Her eyes were wide with embarrassment. Chris stared in disbelief at his beautiful wife, who was spread wide open in front of his eyes. He noticed instantly that all of her pubic hair had been shaved off. Her smooth, pouting vaginal lips were now engorged with blood, forming her cunt into a long, tight slit between her legs. “Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm,” Rae said, trying to talk, but a rubber ball gag from the wall now filled her mouth. “We were just fooling around, you know, hanging out.” Carla said to Bret, the comment evoking laughter from the guys. “Sorry, honey, I forgot this was poker night.” “Well don’t let us stop you. We’ll just watch and see what tips we can pick up,” Bret said. “Umm, I think that’s going to be up to Chris and Rae - if you can stay or not. It’s their call,” Carla replied. Chris walked over to Rae and dipped his hand between her legs and gently stroked her newly shaved pussy. “Very nice,” he said. “And very wet.” Chris smiled at his wife and reached over and took a pair of nipple clips from off of the wall. Without hesitating, he clamped them tightly to his wife’s swollen nipples. Rae squirmed slightly as the teeth of the clips dug into her jutting, puffed nipples. Rae jolted and squirmed and gave out a long moan as if she were about to come from the pain in her tits. “Hey, I think she likes it,” Chris said looking at his wife. He took the chain attached to the clamps in his hand and pulled slightly, causing Rae to wince and look directly at him. “You want them to stay?” he asked, now leaving the choice directly on Rae. She nodded her assent with a slight tip of her eyes. “Why not!” Chris said. “We all stay. It’s one for all and all for one.” He stepped back and rejoined the other men as Carla now moved closer to Rae. Completely ignoring the men, Carla stepped between Rae’s spread legs and kneeled. She began slowly lapping her tongue around the outer folds of Rae’s cunt, steadily circling closer and closer to the slit. Then she moved in, plunging her tongue deep into the dark beauty’s honey nest. “Mmmmmm, Mmmmmmm,” Rae whimpered, causing Carla to push her tongue deeper into the tight slit. Carla lapped at the dripping pussy until Rae’s body began to shake and twitch. She was just seconds from her orgasm when Carla stopped licking and stood up. The agony and frustration was obvious on Rae’s face. She wanted to come now, desperately! Carla reached in front of her and untied the sash holding her robe closed. Tossing the sash away, she slowly opened the robe for Rae to see. The deep, brown eyes of the Asian beauty grew large as Carla tossed the robe aside. This allowed the men to see what Rae had just seen. Carla was wearing a harness around her waist and strapped tautly around the cheeks of her ass. Attached to the harness dangled a massive 12-inch black dildo. The muscular blonde stepped between the young woman’s legs and lifted the tip of the stiff phallus towards Rae’s glistening, pink vaginal lips. The cheeks of Carla’s ass tightened and with a smooth thrust, the men could see the head of the shiny black cock disappear into Rae’s tight slit. With another pump, the probe pushed deeper. Every time Carla’s buttocks tensed up, there was another thrust and more of the dildo would sink into the bound and gagged beauty. Soon, a steady, rhythmic motion of the suspended sling, had Carla thrusting the black plastic strap-on cock back and forth, deep into the younger woman’s cunt. Without breaking her rhythm, Carla called to Chris over her shoulder. “Chris come over here,” she beckoned and Chris moved next to his swinging wife, watching close-up as Carla pumped the massive plastic prick into his wife dripping cunt. “Chris, take the ball gag out of her mouth,” Carla instructed and Chris did. “Ooooooooooo, yesssssssssssss,” Rae moaned. “Ohhhhhhh fuck meeeeee!” “You like that don’t you. You like that big cock in you,” Carla asked in an almost hypnotic tone. “Ohhhhh, yeesssss. I love it!” Rae responded. “What about you Chris? You like seeing your wife get fucked? Does it turn you on?” Carla asked. Speechless, Chris nodded, staring all the while at the plastic intruder driving in and out of Rae’s cunt. Carla withdrew the massive, dripping phallus from Rae and took Chris’ wrist, now pulling him across the room. “Well, let’s get ready. Strip,” she demanded. Chris complied and was soon naked, while still focused on his wife as she writhed and moaned in the swing. “Oh please fuck me,” Rae cried out, seeking help from anyone in the room. Carla bent Chris slightly over and pressed his head into a round opening and within seconds Chris’ head and hands were secured in a set of stocks, clamped tightly over his wrists and neck. He was positioned facing Rae, watching her shake and moan. Carla kissed him, gave his stiff cock a good squeeze and said with a smile “Don’t you go anywhere. I’ll be back in a minute.” She walked back over to Rae and gently stroked the enflamed woman’s slit, now glowing a moist pink and swollen from arousal. Carla, still petting Rae, looked back over to Chris and said, “Still one for all and all for one, right?” “Right,” replied Chris, his cock throbbing from what was unfolding in front of his eyes. Carla turned to Rob. “Rob, Chris wants you to fuck his wife. And his wife really wants you to fuck her. Right Rae? In fact she wants Bret and Tom to fuck her too.” “Oh yes,” Rae purred. Without hesitation, Rob stripped naked, followed, by Bret and Tom. All three of the men descended on the dangling brunette beauty in the corner. While Rob methodically pumped is cock into Rae’s eager cunt, Chris and Tom took turns having Rae service their rigid pricks with her mouth. When Rob had spent himself and filled Rae with his load, Tom took over. Soon, Tom’s hips were pumping wildly and he added his semen into her hungry opening. Rae was soon dripping steadily from the guy’s orgasms as she gently swung back and forth. Bret sidled around and with an efficiency that would make any engineer proud, slipped between Rae’s spread thighs and pressed his massive tool deep into her hole. “Ahhhhh, I been wanting that big cock of yours for a long time. Let’s see if you’re as good as everyone says,” shouted Rae. Bret grabbed the leather straps of the sling that cupped Rae’s ass cheeks and pulled her forcefully to him, burying his huge cock to the hilt “Ooooooooooo, Yeeeeeeeeessssss! Again!!” Rae screamed and Bret obliged, pounding his rock hard cock in, over and over again as her body bounced and slammed hard against his. While Rob, Tom and Bret were attending to Rae, Carla had slipped over to the wall and exchanged the gigantic prick in the leather strap-on harness with one half its size. She then moved over behind the pinioned Chris, bent forward in the stocks, and smeared the crack of his ass with lubricant. “If it’s one for all and all for one, then it’s only fair that we all share the pleasure,” she said and pressed the head of the strap-on prick between his ass cheeks. As she pushed, she lifted her hand and swatted him as hard as she could on his naked buttocks. The tempo of the smacks raining down on his ass corresponded with each thrust of the dildo into Chris’ ass and with each thrust of Bret’s cock into Rae. Whether by chance or Carla’s expertise, she timed everything perfectly. Chris’ ass clenched and his hips drove forward, spewing cum from his rigid cock into the air just as Bret and Rae screamed in unison, clenched in an orgasmic knot. Afterwards, as the six of them lie in a sweaty, spent pile in the middle of the room. It was Rob who spoke, his voice breaking the long silence. “Well I had a feeling that it was going to get wild, but I had no idea. It can’t get any weirder than this,” he said. There was a slight pause and Chris said, “I don’t know. Mathematically speaking, it certainly holds a lot of possibilities.” The room erupted with laughter. Part Three One week had passed since Rae, Chris, Rob, Tom, Carla and Bret had been together in The Room. Then another two weeks went by. Oddly, no one had heard a word from Rob or Carrie during the time. Rob did not shown up for work, but early on sent a voice mail saying he was taking a small vacation. None of the girls heard from Carrie, and that never happened. Normally, Carrie called both Laura and Rae ten times a day and couldn’t go through a day without seeing them. Now, this two-week absence of the couple was disturbing. Rae, Chris, Tom, Bret and Carla spent an evening or two back in the room, but the concern about the whereabouts of Carrie and Rob put a serious damper on any fun. Chris and Rae did show up once on Bret and Carla’s doorstep at 3 a.m., begging to use the room alone. But aside from that, things were quiet. Laura was, of course, still furious with all of them for the dinner party and didn’t even know about the episodes in The Room. One For All and All for One Ch. 02 A deep sigh of relief came at the end of the second week when a phone call from Rob and Carrie announced their return and included an invitation to all get together that night. The evening began and things had clearly changed again. Carla wore one of her usual, sexy outfits, a short, flirty wrap dress with a plunging neckline and no bra. But Rae outdid her in a short, black vinyl micro miniskirt, a sexy lace bra clearly visible under her sheer black blouse. But the biggest change was in Carrie and it was a shock to everyone. Something had clearly happened! She gotten her hair cut and styled, which was a far cry from the straggly locks she used to hide behind just two weeks earlier. A full-figured girl, Carrie was showing cleavage in a tight, lycra sports top. Her generous breasts, usually hidden and covered under at least three layers of clothes, were now really out there for all to see and admire. And all of the guys did. Her large nipples were barely contained, but certainly visible, in the tiny top. She looked great and everyone knew that she felt great too. It had everyone asking what was going on. “Okay,” Carrie said, after they were all seated in the living room. “Here goes.” She stood proudly in front of them and began to explain. “Rob told me about The Room and about what was going on.” The room stirred, and several eyes moved to Laura, who sat silent, but confused. “I thought it was so hot and so sexy and I told Rob so. But I was just too embarrassed. It was bad enough before when I couldn’t compete with Laura or Rae in looks. But then Carla shows up, looking the way she looks. So when I heard about The Room, I really wanted to join. But I just couldn’t. I would have been too embarrassed.” “When Rob heard that I liked what was going on in the room, he really set me straight. He said this wasn’t a competition among the girls and that he loved me like I was. And that you guys would like me as I was, as long as I liked myself. So we talked about ways to help me get comfortable with my body and, maybe sort of work my confidence up to be in The Room with you. So we went to Las Vegas for two weeks and, well … I guess this is something that I’d like to share with you now.” Her speech done, Carrie smiled and sat down. Rob pushed the play button and the TV screen lit up. The scene was apparently a large suite in a Las Vegas hotel. Two attractive young men appeared, followed by Carrie, who stripped naked in front of the camera. Once Carrie and the two men, who were now also naked and with sizeable cocks bouncing in the air, climbed into bed, everyone watching the video froze. They were sure that Laura would jump up and scream. But she didn’t. She just sat there, averting her eyes and looking uncomfortable. On the bed, the men were fondling and kissing Carrie’s massive breasts and talking about how beautiful she was. And she really was. The woman in the video was glowing with confidence and beauty. One man began to kiss her deeply, while the other man slipped down and positioned his face between her legs. The man began kissing and licking her cunt. It didn’t take long before she was bucking and bouncing, grabbing the man by the hair and pressing his face into her steaming cunt. She shrieked as she reached her first orgasm. “These were two guys she picked up in the hotel casino. She looked so hot, she had guys falling all over her,” Rob said to Chris and Bret, seeming to narrate the action of the video. “This was one of six videos we took, but it’s my favorite,” Carrie said proudly. On the screen, one of the men was now on his back in the bed and Carrie was straddling him, pumping her large hips up and down as she rode the man’s impressive cock. Her generous ass shook vigorously each time she came down on his hips, her powerful legs driving her body up then down, imbedding his cock inside her. With the camera positioned at the foot of the bed, the image on the screen left nothing to anyone’s imagination. The bed shook violently as Carrie pounded the man beneath her, their pace reaching a fever pitch. “Damn!” said Bret to himself in a quite tone as he watched the screen. The man’s fingers sunk deep into Carrie’s rippling asscheeks, clawing and kneading the generous mounds as he struggled to get as deep into her as possible. His hips thrust up, his body contorted and everyone in the room could tell that this stranger was filling Carrie’s pussy with a massive load of hot semen. “Jesus,” whispered Rae. “That’s impressive.” “Oh, now, watch,” urged Carrie, bursting with pride. “It gets better.” On screen, Carrie rolled onto her side allowing the man pinioned beneath her to get up. As he arose, the camera caught the glint of the slippery sheen covering his flaccid cock as he bounced out of bed, immediately being replaced by the other man. His cock however, was not flaccid. The man’s rigid tool flopped onto his stomach as he worked himself under the eager woman. Carrie threw her leg back over, remounting her newest lover and with a swift motion behind her, crammed his rock-hard penis into her cunt. She started thrusting her hips again, the sound of her sopping cunt almost drowning out her moans. Soon, Carrie stopped and turned a sweat-covered face to the camera. “Rob, honey,” she said, speaking seductively to her husband behind the camera. “Why don’t you let Phil run the camera. I’d like to try that double we talked about. I can see you’re certainly up for a little backdoor action.” That was it! In the room of couples watching the tape, Laura stood up and screamed, “Sinners! Fornicators! You’re all going straight to hell. You took this sweet girl and turned her into a slut! Sinners!! You will all burn for this!” she yelled and started for the door. “Laura!” shouted Carrie. “Listen, it’s not them. And this isn’t bad. It’s what Rob and I would have done years ago, if I weren’t so ashamed of my body!” But Laura would hear none of it. She turned and headed for the door. “KNOCK!” shouted Carrie, stopping Laura dead in her tracks. Walking up to Laura, Carrie pulled the lycra sports tops over her head, as her large, white breast bounced several times and finally came to rest. Laura stared open mouth, but said nothing. Carrie quickly tugged off her black capri pants and tiny thong that she was wearing. She walked directly up to Laura and spoke firmly. “You know I love you. You’re my best friend, you have been for years. But each day you’re growing more fanatical. Why?” said Carrie. There it was! THE question! “I don’t know. It’s what I believe.” Laura replied, somewhat at a loss for words. “Bullshit! Not acceptable! That’s not an answer and it’s not the truth,” said Carrie angrily. “My marriage wasn’t…. I couldn’t seem to get Tom…” she stopped, unable to say anymore. Once again she turned and started to leave. Another voice in the room spoke. “Knock,” said Tom, now standing next to Carrie, tugging off his golf shirt and jeans. When he too was naked, he stepped in front of his wife and said, “I’ve cheated on you. I’ve lied. Carrie’s right, you are getting worse with this holier than thou attitude. You didn’t use to be that way. But I need to ask – do you still love me and do you want this to work?” “I… I…yes,” she said and tears began to fall slowly down her cheeks. “Knock,” Bret said and was soon naked and in front of Laura. “Do you know that we all love you? What can we do to help?” “Yes, I know you do, but I’m…” she said between the tears and the sniffles. Soon, Chris and Rae were naked in front of Carrie. “Knock.” “Knock.” “Do you know that we would never have done anything to hurt you?” they asked. “I know. It’s not you. I… ” Laura said, now sobbing uncontrollably and unable to speak. “Knock,” said Carla. The blonde untied the flimsy wrap dress, tossed it aside and pulled down the sheer g-string over her hips and stepped out of it as she moved directly in front of Laura. “You know we all love you. We know that religion is important to you. We know you have values and that’s what we love about you. And I know it’s how you separated yourself from the group, how you got attention. It’s how you could force them to listen to you. This is a really competitive group. A woman could lose herself and her identity pretty easily. Was this your way of standing out? Being heard? Even earlier as a young girl?” “Yes,” Laura said, the tears now streaming down her cheeks. “I’ve never been the brightest or smartest, growing up. And as I got older, well, it got worse. So I guess I needed something, to get respect…attention…and I’d say things. People listened to me,” she said, her voice trailing off. “Everybody here is so smart. And I was always better than Carrie because she was… And then you came, and now…” Carla embraced Laura and kissed the stream of tears pouring down one cheek. “You know we love you for who you really are, don’t you? That you can relax and be yourself with us?” Carla asked. Laura stared into her eyes and said, “ Yes, yes I do.” Carla kissed her gently on the lips and whispered in her ear. “Go on over to my house. All of the girls will sleep over there for a few days. The guys will stay here.” Laura smiled and nodded, stopping only to kiss and hug Carrie before she left. After the door shut, Carla wheeled quickly around and said, “That’s it! I’ve had it! Listen to me, all of you. I love this man,” she yelled, pointing at Bret. “And with him I got you! And I love all of you. But I’ve had it! From now on, no more little club, no more musketeers, no more competing and comparing. No more “knocks” or secret handshakes, or lies or goddamn tree houses or anything! We trust and we’re honest - only the truth.” Carla was shouting now, her beautiful, naked body tight with rage, her face red with anger. Her clinched fists trembled beside her naked thighs as she shook. “Everybody got it?” she screamed. Calmly and quietly Bret asked, “How did you know? About Laura?” “Because I was just like her once. Plain, nondescript, ignored, plus I was short. Only my soapbox was causes – any cause. Politics, environment, civil rights, wars – you name it. I ranted about it. I drove anyone who cared about me away,” Carla said. “And…” Bret asked “And…” she said, tears now streaming down her own face, “and, a wonderful older woman took me aside and helped me. And now we will all help Laura find out who she really is. Right Tom?” “Right Carla,” Tom said and walked over and kissed her gently. “Now, I’m going to follow Laura,” Carla said, sniffling back the tears. “But there are entirely too many beautiful naked people standing around to let this opportunity go to waste. When you’re done, girls at our house, the boys stay here,” she said, pulling on her clothes and was out the door. A moment passed until Rae broke the silence. “So Carrie, let’s see a little more of that video and the Las Vegas double action you had going. Maybe you’ll get lucky again tonight.” The room erupted with laughter. One For All and All for One Ch. 03 One week had passed since Rae, Chris, Rob, Tom, Carla and Bret had been together in The Room. Then another two weeks went by. Oddly, no one had heard a word from Rob or Carrie during the time. Rob did not shown up for work, but early on sent a voice mail saying he was taking a small vacation. None of the girls heard from Carrie, and that never happened. Normally, Carrie called both Laura and Rae ten times a day and couldn't go through a day without seeing them. Now, this two-week absence of the couple was disturbing. Rae, Chris, Tom, Bret and Carla spent an evening or two back in the room, but the concern about the whereabouts of Carrie and Rob put a serious damper on any fun. Chris and Rae did show up once on Bret and Carla's doorstep at 3 a.m., begging to use the room alone. But aside from that, things were quiet. Laura was, of course, still furious with all of them for the dinner party and didn't even know about the episodes in The Room. A deep sigh of relief came at the end of the second week when a phone call from Rob and Carrie announced their return and included an invitation to all get together that night. The evening began and things had clearly changed again. Carla wore one of her usual, sexy outfits, a short, flirty wrap dress with a plunging neckline and no bra. But Rae outdid her in a short, black vinyl micro miniskirt, a sexy lace bra clearly visible under her sheer black blouse. But the biggest change was in Carrie and it was a shock to everyone. Something had clearly happened! She gotten her hair cut and styled, which was a far cry from the straggly locks she used to hide behind just two weeks earlier. A full-figured girl, Carrie was showing cleavage in a tight, lycra sports top. Her generous breasts, usually hidden and covered under at least three layers of clothes, were now really out there for all to see and admire. And all of the guys did. Her large nipples were barely contained, but certainly visible, in the tiny top. She looked great and everyone knew that she felt great too. It had everyone asking what was going on. "Okay," Carrie said, after they were all seated in the living room. "Here goes." She stood proudly in front of them and began to explain. "Rob told me about The Room and about what was going on." The room stirred, and several eyes moved to Laura, who sat silent, but confused. "I thought it was so hot and so sexy and I told Rob so. But I was just too embarrassed. It was bad enough before when I couldn't compete with Laura or Rae in looks. But then Carla shows up, looking the way she looks. So when I heard about The Room, I really wanted to join. But I just couldn't. I would have been too embarrassed." "When Rob heard that I liked what was going on in the room, he really set me straight. He said this wasn't a competition among the girls and that he loved me like I was. And that you guys would like me as I was, as long as I liked myself. So we talked about ways to help me get comfortable with my body and, maybe sort of work my confidence up to be in The Room with you. So we went to Las Vegas for two weeks and, well … I guess this is something that I'd like to share with you now." Her speech done, Carrie smiled and sat down. Rob pushed the play button and the TV screen lit up. The scene was apparently a large suite in a Las Vegas hotel. Two attractive young men appeared, followed by Carrie, who stripped naked in front of the camera. Once Carrie and the two men, who were now also naked and with sizeable cocks bouncing in the air, climbed into bed, everyone watching the video froze. They were sure that Laura would jump up and scream. But she didn't. She just sat there, averting her eyes and looking uncomfortable. On the bed, the men were fondling and kissing Carrie's massive breasts and talking about how beautiful she was. And she really was. The woman in the video was glowing with confidence and beauty. One man began to kiss her deeply, while the other man slipped down and positioned his face between her legs. The man began kissing and licking her cunt. It didn't take long before she was bucking and bouncing, grabbing the man by the hair and pressing his face into her steaming cunt. She shrieked as she reached her first orgasm. "These were two guys she picked up in the hotel casino. She looked so hot, she had guys falling all over her," Rob said to Chris and Bret, seeming to narrate the action of the video. "This was one of six videos we took, but it's my favorite," Carrie said proudly. On the screen, one of the men was now on his back in the bed and Carrie was straddling him, pumping her large hips up and down as she rode the man's impressive cock. Her generous ass shook vigorously each time she came down on his hips, her powerful legs driving her body up then down, imbedding his cock inside her. With the camera positioned at the foot of the bed, the image on the screen left nothing to anyone's imagination. The bed shook violently as Carrie pounded the man beneath her, their pace reaching a fever pitch. "Damn!" said Bret to himself in a quite tone as he watched the screen. The man's fingers sunk deep into Carrie's rippling asscheeks, clawing and kneading the generous mounds as he struggled to get as deep into her as possible. His hips thrust up, his body contorted and everyone in the room could tell that this stranger was filling Carrie's pussy with a massive load of hot semen. "Jesus," whispered Rae. "That's impressive." "Oh, now, watch," urged Carrie, bursting with pride. "It gets better." On screen, Carrie rolled onto her side allowing the man pinioned beneath her to get up. As he arose, the camera caught the glint of the slippery sheen covering his flaccid cock as he bounced out of bed, immediately being replaced by the other man. His cock however, was not flaccid. The man's rigid tool flopped onto his stomach as he worked himself under the eager woman. Carrie threw her leg back over, remounting her newest lover and with a swift motion behind her, crammed his rock-hard penis into her cunt. She started thrusting her hips again, the sound of her sopping cunt almost drowning out her moans. Soon, Carrie stopped and turned a sweat-covered face to the camera. "Rob, honey," she said, speaking seductively to her husband behind the camera. "Why don't you let Phil run the camera. I'd like to try that double we talked about. I can see you're certainly up for a little backdoor action." That was it! In the room of couples watching the tape, Laura stood up and screamed, "Sinners! Fornicators! You're all going straight to hell. You took this sweet girl and turned her into a slut! Sinners!! You will all burn for this!" she yelled and started for the door. "Laura!" shouted Carrie. "Listen, it's not them. And this isn't bad. It's what Rob and I would have done years ago, if I weren't so ashamed of my body!" But Laura would hear none of it. She turned and headed for the door. "KNOCK!" shouted Carrie, stopping Laura dead in her tracks. Walking up to Laura, Carrie pulled the lycra sports tops over her head, as her large, white breast bounced several times and finally came to rest. Laura stared open mouth, but said nothing. Carrie quickly tugged off her black capri pants and tiny thong that she was wearing. She walked directly up to Laura and spoke firmly. "You know I love you. You're my best friend, you have been for years. But each day you're growing more fanatical. Why?" said Carrie. There it was! THE question! "I don't know. It's what I believe." Laura replied, somewhat at a loss for words. "Bullshit! Not acceptable! That's not an answer and it's not the truth," said Carrie angrily. "My marriage wasn't…. I couldn't seem to get Tom…" she stopped, unable to say anymore. Once again she turned and started to leave. Another voice in the room spoke. "Knock," said Tom, now standing next to Carrie, tugging off his golf shirt and jeans. When he too was naked, he stepped in front of his wife and said, "I've cheated on you. I've lied. Carrie's right, you are getting worse with this holier than thou attitude. You didn't use to be that way. But I need to ask – do you still love me and do you want this to work?" "I… I…yes," she said and tears began to fall slowly down her cheeks. "Knock," Bret said and was soon naked and in front of Laura. "Do you know that we all love you? What can we do to help?" "Yes, I know you do, but I'm…" she said between the tears and the sniffles. Soon, Chris and Rae were naked in front of Carrie. "Knock." "Knock." "Do you know that we would never have done anything to hurt you?" they asked. "I know. It's not you. I… " Laura said, now sobbing uncontrollably and unable to speak. "Knock," said Carla. The blonde untied the flimsy wrap dress, tossed it aside and pulled down the sheer g-string over her hips and stepped out of it as she moved directly in front of Laura. "You know we all love you. We know that religion is important to you. We know you have values and that's what we love about you. And I know it's how you separated yourself from the group, how you got attention. It's how you could force them to listen to you. This is a really competitive group. A woman could lose herself and her identity pretty easily. Was this your way of standing out? Being heard? Even earlier as a young girl?" "Yes," Laura said, the tears now streaming down her cheeks. "I've never been the brightest or smartest, growing up. And as I got older, well, it got worse. So I guess I needed something, to get respect…attention…and I'd say things. People listened to me," she said, her voice trailing off. "Everybody here is so smart. And I was always better than Carrie because she was… And then you came, and now…" Carla embraced Laura and kissed the stream of tears pouring down one cheek. "You know we love you for who you really are, don't you? That you can relax and be yourself with us?" Carla asked. Laura stared into her eyes and said, " Yes, yes I do." Carla kissed her gently on the lips and whispered in her ear. "Go on over to my house. All of the girls will sleep over there for a few days. The guys will stay here." Laura smiled and nodded, stopping only to kiss and hug Carrie before she left. After the door shut, Carla wheeled quickly around and said, "That's it! I've had it! Listen to me, all of you. I love this man," she yelled, pointing at Bret. "And with him I got you! And I love all of you. But I've had it! From now on, no more little club, no more musketeers, no more competing and comparing. No more "knocks" or secret handshakes, or lies or goddamn tree houses or anything! We trust and we're honest - only the truth." Carla was shouting now, her beautiful, naked body tight with rage, her face red with anger. Her clinched fists trembled beside her naked thighs as she shook. "Everybody got it?" she screamed. Calmly and quietly Bret asked, "How did you know? About Laura?" "Because I was just like her once. Plain, nondescript, ignored, plus I was short. Only my soapbox was causes – any cause. Politics, environment, civil rights, wars – you name it. I ranted about it. I drove anyone who cared about me away," Carla said. "And…" Bret asked "And…" she said, tears now streaming down her own face, "and, a wonderful older woman took me aside and helped me. And now we will all help Laura find out who she really is. Right Tom?" "Right Carla," Tom said and walked over and kissed her gently. "Now, I'm going to follow Laura," Carla said, sniffling back the tears. "But there are entirely too many beautiful naked people standing around to let this opportunity go to waste. When you're done, girls at our house, the boys stay here," she said, pulling on her clothes and was out the door. A moment passed until Rae broke the silence. "So Carrie, let's see a little more of that video and the Las Vegas double action you had going. Maybe you'll get lucky again tonight." The room erupted with laughter. Part Three Four days had passed and the guys hadn't heard a word from their wives. Finally the call came – be at Bret and Carla's tonight! Never did four more horny men ever hear better news. Champagne glasses clinked as the four couples stood in the living room at Bret and Carla's house. And, while all of the wives looked spectacular, it was Laura who dazzled the men. Blonde streaks now adorned her usually dishwater brunette hair. Her eyes sparkled as she laughed and flirted with everyone in the room. She looked like another woman, fun, sexy and full of life. "Who knew she had legs?" Chris whispered to Bret, as they looked up and down and the beauty who stood before them. Framed by a short, gold metallic cocktail dress, Laura's long slender legs were impossible to overlook, the shiny gold stockings glistening as she walked by. "Who knew she had that body?" Bret replied, looking as the plunging metallic folds of the dress that hid none of the two bouncing, full breasts revealed with every move. As breathtaking as the other women were, Laura was the center of attention, the guys unable to keep hands or eyes off of her. Whatever had transpired in the last four days was truly a miracle, they said. "A new hair style, some make-up and a little secret," said Carla. "Hey, hey, hey! I thought there were no more secrets allowed," said Bret. "A girl has to have a few secrets. Keeps 'em interested," said Laura, and everyone laughed. "And now if you excuse me," she said and started down the hall in the direction of the toilet. "Need any help?" called Bret. "Oh, kiss my ass, Bret," replied Laura with a smile and turned. Laura's comment was almost as much of a shock to the men as how she looked. She had never cursed before or engaged in the typical jokes and banter now going on. Ever competitive, Bret replied, "In a heartbeat. You bare it and I'll kiss it." Laura stopped and spun quickly and smiled at Bret. She strode over to him, turned around and lifted the short hem of her gold dress revealing one gorgeous asscheek and no panties. Just the top of the sheer gold stockings and her sumptuous buttock showed as she pressed her bare ass toward him. Bret smiled, knowing he was bested, bent over and kissed Laura on the butt. The group exploded in applause. "Now, if you'll excuse me…" she said and walked down the hall, an enormous grin on her face. Soon after Laura left, Carrie excused herself and slipped out down the hall. The party continued and it was only when Tom noticed that now all of the wives except Carla were missing, called it to the attention of the group. "Oh, really?" said Carla a smile on her face. "I'm sure they're just in the ladies room. Say, why don't we all watch a little TV until they come back." She walked over to the television and flicked on the switch. The screen brightened, revealing a room. It was a familiar room one of the guys said and as they looked harder they realized it was the Mystery Room. On the screen was Laura sitting atop of an older man who was sprawled on his back, chained to the leather horse apparatus. Laura, naked except her high heels and gold stockings, pumped away riding the man's cock at a steady pace. Equally shocking, she was kissing and fondling the full breasts of an unknown older blonde woman. In another part of the screen Rae could be seen sandwiched between two more strange men. The room seemed filled with strangers as the husbands watched naked figures move across the screen. "What the hell….?" asked Bret. "Oops, there goes one of our little secrets," said Carla. "Oh, and Rob, thanks for the use of your camera. We just straight wired the signal to the TV. Engineers aren't the only geniuses you know." "So who are all of these people?" Bret asked. "You know the phone calls we get? And the strangers turning up on the doorstep wanting to know if the room still exists? Well, these are some of the folks who used to play in the room. With the old couple. We just invited them to come and play with us. You know, join our club," she said unable to hold back the laughter. "Too bad you missed our initiation. It was great." "How about it, boys? You wanna join our club?" Carla said, and began to strip in front of them. She was wearing a tight-fitting, black leather vest that opened in the front and pushed up large breasts up and almost completely out of the leather top. The short, black leather skirt fell away revealing a pair of black, crotchless fishnet pantyhose. She sauntered down the hall and into the Room followed by the men who stopped as soon as they got in. In one corner, Carrie had a blindfolded man kneeling between her legs and servicing her cunt as she methodically whipped another man who was manacled to the wall. Rae was in the corner and wearing the dildo harness. The sling held up a middle-aged brunette, her legs pointing up in the air and spread open. She was sucking the huge prick of a sweating black man as Rae plunged the dildo into the hairy cunt of the brunette with snapping thrusts of her slim hips. "Boys, you're on your own," Carla said and walked over to a gray hair man bound and gagged and sitting in an open-bottom chair in the corner. Up from the floor and through the bottom of the chair extended a large phallus, which was firmly lodged in the man's rectum. "Mister Mayor, so nice to see you again," Carla said and turned, slowly lowering her ass onto the man's rigid cock, protruding from his lap. She sat down on top of his penis, wiggling from side to side as she worked his cock steadily into her cunt lips. With each shake and bounce, the large dildo pressed deeper and deeper into the Mayor's ass. Carla began bouncing up and down faster and faster as another man approached and pushed his member into Carla's open mouth. She smiled and winked at her husband, who watched in bewilderment. The four men stood in the middle of the room, amazed at the sexual frenzy that surrounded them. Beautiful Laura slid off of the man beneath her, kissed him and walked over to the boys. "So I guess you guys get the point. No more little group, no more boys club, no more competing," Laura said holding Tom and Bret by the hand. Besides, I think you guys have met your match in the four of us." "Agreed," Tom said. "No more competing. We grow up. We evolve." "Great," she said. "Now, I think I owe you four guys something for putting up with me over the last couple of years. I thinks there's room over in that corner if you'll will give me a chance to make it up." She led them over to a corner where a leather harness dangled from the ceiling and a shining chrome spreader bar rested on the floor. As they were stripping their clothes off, Tom leaned over to Bret and said, "Ten bucks says I come more times that you do tonight." "You're on," said Bret, as he looked back to see Laura now eagerly sucking Chris' cock, her legs spread wide and cuffed to a chrome spreader bar. Between her legs, the lips of her freshly shaved cunt were puffy and swollen from the fucking she'd just received on the horse. Something shiny caught Bret's eye - a small, gold ring dangled from Laura's right vaginal lip. "Bet's off," Bret said with a smile, now shaking his head. From here on out he knew that the girls would always be way ahead of them.