14 comments/ 46680 views/ 7 favorites The Borrowers' Club Ch. 01 By: voluptuary_manque Umberto's was a better than average restaurant in a rather upscale mall which was why Twyla and Christine met there to celebrate Twyla's promotion. After really splendid seafood salads they checked their smart phones, cancelled all afternoon appointments and ordered two more glasses of Chardonnay. Christine raised her glass in a toast. "Here's to future success and higher advancement. You go, girl, you earned it!" Twyla clinked her glass with a smile. "More challenges, more money and, hopefully, more respect. The only drawback is more travel. I really don't know how the rest of you manage that part. Aren't any of you afraid of leaving your husbands home alone so much?" Christine swirled the golden liquid around in her mouth, sucking in a bit of air to bubble up the bouquet and swallowed. Then she put the glass on the table. "There was a while when we sure did, and with good reason. There were some ugly fights and a couple of divorces because the guys would get 'lonely'. And I have to admit they had a point. Most of them make as much as we do, help with the housework and kids just like a properly evolved American man is supposed to do these days and what were they getting in return? A good night phone call before bed. That's when we got together and formed the Borrowers' Club." "The Borrowers' Club? I don't understand." "Well, let's say you and I partner up. I head off to Shanghai and am gone for a month on some huge deal. Naturally, I call home every morning to catch Vic just before he goes to bed to chat a little, exchange kisses and remind each other that we are still a couple. But after a couple of weeks he starts sounding really pathetic when he says he misses me. That's a danger sign, that is, so I tell him to give Dale a call. Dale understands and feels sorry for him so right after Vic puts the kids to bed, you knock on the door. He invites you in, pours a couple of drinks to help you both relax, you talk a little, snuggle on the couch for a while and then head upstairs. You have sex, he rolls over and goes to sleep and you go home. Of course, if Dale is anything like most of the men, the thought of his buddy borrowing his wife is incredibly arousing so it's when you get home that the really hot sex happens." "What? That's mad. You keep your husband from straying by encouraging him to cheat? With his best friend's wife?" "Actually, the way the rest of the girls see it, it's more cheating prevention. Look at it like this. If you're gone a long time, your husband might decide that a drink or two at the local bar will help dull the pain. If he goes to a bar, he might meet a woman and after a few drinks go home and have sex with her, someone you don't know. She, in turn, might decide she likes him. She might like him enough for a second, a third, a who-knows-how many nights. Then, after you get back, he starts sneaking around to see her some more, you get suspicious and that's when all Hell breaks loose. Our way, everybody is up front and open. The guy isn't really having an affair, he just wants some company, some skin-to-skin contact and, of course, his ashes hauled a time or two until you get home and life returns to normal—until your next trip. But everything is kept under control because none of us are out to steal each other's husbands." Twyla snorted. "Right. And if Vic is traveling you can call me and 'borrow' Dale? Why do I find that hard to swallow?" Christine took another sip and looked out the window at the play yard where a costumed clown babysat toddlers while their mothers shopped. "You know, that issue has never come up. I guess it's just luck that all the husbands have jobs in town and don't need to travel. Blame it on Ogilvycorp, I guess, since they're the one most of us work for. But the pay and benefits are super so we do it and make whatever arrangements we think we have to." Twyla waved for the check and reached into her Gucci bag for her company credit card. Since they had been talking about business, she considered it a legitimate expenditure. Handing the folder to the waiter she turned back to Christine. "No. No way. Just—just no! That has to be wrong. I'm not sure why right at this minute but it has to be. Maybe I'll just get lucky and not be gone for such a long time but I am not signing up for the Borrowers' Club. Nothing personal, Chris, but—no." Christine laughed lightly, gathered her things and stood up. "No problem, Twy, and no hard feelings. But if for any reason you change your mind, just have Dale give Vic a call. He'll know what it means." Life continued as before, at least for the next few months. Twyla was, indeed, lucky at first and her trips rarely lasted a week. The happy set of circumstances ended in late June when a short trip to Lucerne ran into negotiations that went nowhere. A week stretched into two with no end in sight. But with a quarter of a billion dollars on the line, Twyla was in no mood to quit. Ogilvycorp needed that order and she was bound and determined to deliver it. Unfortunately by the third Monday Dale's voice on the phone was getting wistful and Twyla remembered Christine's warning. A pathetic-sounding husband was a husband in danger. Worse, the next day Dale tried to stay cheerful and tell her about his day. "Hey, you wouldn't believe who showed up at the bank today—Melissa Hargrove." An Arctic owl suddenly formed in Twyla's stomach and sank its talons into the walls. "Really? And what did she have to say?" Her words were boreal. Melissa had been her arch-rival for Dale's affections from high school to their wedding day. Having her around a lonely husband was trouble with a capital T. "Oh, she's divorced again and moved back in town. She came in looking for a new place. With her down payment and income the best I could do was aim her over to the Pinedale townhouses." "So she won't be a neighbor?" "Cripes, no. There's no way in Hell she could afford a place in Morvington. She did promise to stop by now and again, though. Anyway, I've got to get up early tomorrow. Miss you something terrible, baby." And he kissed the phone and hung up. Twyla had a hard time concentrating on business that day. Melissa's catty voice seemed to ring in her ears, promising revenge for getting Dale. She's going to take my little boys' daddy away. She'll make him miserable and then shed him like a worn out pair of shoes. I should go home right now and straighten this out. I can't leave. This means too much to the company, to my career. I wish I were home. Besides, I can feel a breakthrough coming; I know I can. What am I going to do? Who can I call? Call! That was the magic word. "Just have Dale call Vic. He'll know what it means," and hard as it was to accept, Twyla was forced to agree. Better Dale sleep with Christine, open and aboveboard, than get tempted into Melissa's sticky web with the nasty chance she'd turn out to be a black widow! The next night, Dale sounded worse than ever. Twyla tried to buck him up with her belief that the Europeans were about to crack and that the deal would be made 'soon', whenever 'soon' was. Finally, just before she hung up, Twyla took a deep breath and said, as warmly as she could, "Honey, I know how hard it is for you. Tell you what, call Vic and tell him I've changed my mind and have decided to join the club. Do it right now. I Love you." She kissed the mouthpiece and hung up. Later that night, Dale put the twins to bed. He'd listened to their bedtime prayers and when they got to, "And bless Daddy and Mommy—and make her come home" he almost broke down. He did the dishes, straightened up a little, and sat down in front of the desktop in his study. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything that needed doing. His work from the bank was all done and the bills were all paid so with a sigh he turned it off and slouched out into the living room. He picked up the TV section. Nothing, nothing at all was worth watching. None of his favorite teams were playing. He hated sitcoms and cop shows so he sat on the couch and felt sorry for himself. By chance, his glance scanned the business card Melissa had handed him. It had "call me anytime" written in peacock blue ink. He knew Twyla wouldn't like it but if they just talked about old times on the phone, how could it hurt? He picked up the card and opened his phone and was just about to start dialing when there came a quiet knock on the front door. Puzzled, Dale lay down the phone and the card and went to answer it. He turned the knob and pulled and then took a step backwards in surprise as Christine sauntered in, wearing a clingy, low-cut tunic over matching tights. She closed the door behind her and stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "Hi, Sweetie, Twyla thinks you're lonely and badly in need of some company tonight." She went to the bar and poured a pair of Gordon's-and-tonic, handed one to Dale and plumped herself down on the couch. She patted the space next to her. "Come sit down, Dale, I'm not going to bite you." Obviously confused, Dale sat next to the phone, not Christine. Paying his hesitation no heed, she slid over next to him, put her drink on the coffee table, wrapped both her arms around his left one and snuggled up next to his shoulder. "Dale, honey," she whispered, "It's okay with Twyla. In fact, that call she told you to make? It's why I'm here." Disbelief spread across Dale's face. "She said she'd decided to join a club. What's that got to do . . .?" "The Borrower's Club, Dale. It's a group of wives who have to travel a lot on business. We love our men and we don't want them getting 'lost and lonely'. So we joined together to take care of you guys whenever we're gone a long time. Here," she reached across him and picked up the phone, "you can call her and ask." Dale looked at the phone. "It's one a.m. in Lucerne. She called me at five p.m. our time just before she went to bed. I can't call her; she needs to sleep. And all I really wanted was someone to talk to." "I know," Christine whispered, "you just want to borrow someone sympathetic to talk to and warm to hang on to. Vic understands only too well. That's why he said I needed to hurry over." She nibbled his earlobe and laid the phone on the couch next to her. "I didn't think her promotion would take her away like this." Dale was almost whimpering. "I thought she'd only be gone a few days at a time. I never realized . . ." Christine slipped from his side to his lap. She took his head in both arms and cradled it on her braless breasts. "Those are the downsides to promotion, Dale. And we both know she'd much rather be home with you than arguing with a bunch of stubborn Europeans. But since she's there and you're here, I'm here." Dale could feel his tension fade. Someone sympathetic to talk to and someone warm to hold onto, Christine had said. It sounded awfully good. Then she pulled his face up to hers and kissed him long, deep and hot. As the kiss went on, she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands down inside, tweaking his nipples. His cock woke up. "You're sure Twyla said it was okay?" "Yes she did. And now we're going upstairs. You need some very personal attention." When they got to the bedroom Christine finished unbuttoning Dale's shirt and then, with a leer, she undid his pants and pushed them down, freeing his stiff, eager manhood. "See?" she whispered, "I knew you needed some very personal attention, just like Twyla thought." She pushed him backwards onto the bed, grabbed the hem of her tunic and slowly pulled it up to just under her breasts. Then she flicked it up and two pink globes bounced up and down. Dale's eyes widened. Chris winked and turned her back on him and, swaying her butt left and right, slowly pulled down her leggings, teasing him bit by bit. When her ass was free, she bent down and pushed them off giving the guy a clear view of her smooth, round-lipped pussy. She stepped out of them and put her arms around his neck, rubbing her nipples across his chest. "Where are your condoms, Dale-baby? I'll give you a blowjob if you don't have any but I know you'd rather fuck me, wouldn't you?" Speechless, he pointed at the top drawer of the nightstand. She pulled one out, unwrapped it, and put it to her lips. Chris bent down and with her mouth pushed it over the glistening purple head of his cock and swallowed forcing it all the way on. "Now lay back, hon, this cowgirl's going for a ride." Doing as he was told, Dale watched in wonder as she straddled him, took his cock in her hand and put to the opening of her sex. She rubbed it back and forth a few times and then sat down. He moaned. "Poor man, it has been a long time, hasn't it? So you just lay back and I'll make you feel a lot better." She put both palms on his chest and started to post up and down. She was right. It had been weeks and Dale was in no condition to take his time. In only a few minutes he started to whimper and push up into her then with a groan filled the condom and went limp. Christine bent down and kissed him warmly. "There now, Twyla's guy will sleep a lot better tonight, won't he?" Dale nodded. She pulled the covers up over both of them and spooned next to his side. As she expected, he was asleep within minutes. Christine slipped out of bed and after putting her clothes back on, tiptoed downstairs. As she left, she turned off the lights but paused next to the couch. Melissa's card still sat on the arm where it had been when she picked up the phone. Chris looked at the card with a frown, especially the peacock ink invitation. She stuck it in her pocket and left. Arriving back home Chris threw her outfit into the hamper and sashayed naked into the bedroom. "Hey, baby," she greeted her husband, "you in the mood? 'Cause I'm definitely up for seconds, see?" She hopped onto the bed and spread her legs wide showing off wet, swollen labia. She knew what the result would be. "Wench! Roll over, girl; you know what lending you out does to me." By the time he finally shot his load into her, she'd had three moaning orgasms. He pulled out and sat back but before she could sit up commanded, "Leave those legs apart, woman. I want to watch you drip. I swear, every time you come back from a Borrowing I want to make another baby in you." Chris smiled over her shoulder in surprise. "Victor, you—you alpha male you! You never said. Do you seriously want to knock me up again?" "I sure as hell do." "Mmm, I can't get the implant out until next week but if we start after my next period, the baby would be born in mid to late spring and I wouldn't be pregnant through the summer. I like that. Of course, I'd have to be doubly careful on any Borrowings until the test was positive." She laughed. "I wonder if any of my partner's hubbies have pregnancy fetishes. It could be fun!" "It would but are you sure you want to? It might not be a good move, career-wise." "Oh, puff! Ogilvycorp is a very family-positive company. They'd better be; the CFO has four kids of her own." ***** The next night when Twyla called home her first words were, "Are you feeling better tonight, Sweetheart?" Dale swallowed hard. He still found it strange that his wife would approve of his fucking a neighbor but Chris had insisted she did so he answered, "Yeah, lots better." "Good. I had real doubts about joining the Borrowers but like Chris said, better someone I know and can trust than some strange nookie who finds you when you're lonely and vulnerable." Dale winced internally. He knew who Twyla was referring to. And to think he'd almost made that call. "Now remember," Twyla continued, "when you get really hard up again, just call Vic. I think the Euros are weakening. They know they need our products; they just don't want to pay for them. I'm hoping to be home in ten days or so, but if I'm not don't sit there being miserable." The conversation drifted off to other married couples' subjects until they phone kissed and hung up. Dale went looking for Melissa's card so he could make it disappear but when he couldn't find it, shrugged and finished his evening. ***** The Europeans folded only a little quicker than Twyla thought so it was three weeks later that she and Chris were once again 'doing lunch' at Umberto's. The conversation had been mostly about kids, clothes and their jobs when Christine sucked both lips and gently laid a hand on her friend's. "Twy, who is Melissa Hargrove?" Twyla set her dessert fork down with a clank and almost spit out the response. "I would call her a conniving, back-stabbing bitch but that would be an insult to female canines. We knew each other in high school and about the time I started dating Dale, she got it into her head that he should marry her instead of me. She did everything she could to break us up or tempt the guy into bed with her but even though he's at times the innocent's innocent, it didn't work. She's been married and divorced at least twice since then and now Dale says she's back in town. She even stopped by at his bank 'to say hello'! That's what made me change my mind about the Club and told him to call Vic. What do you know about her?" "Nothing but what you've just told me. It's just that the first time I went over her business card was sitting by his phone. She'd written 'Call me anytime' in peacock ink on it. After I put Dale to sleep, I took the card. You want it?" Twyla looked at her, thought for a second, glanced over at the candle on their table and with a malicious grin responded, "Yes!" She took the card from Christine and laid it over the top of the little votive holder, leaned back and watched in satisfaction as it caught fire and burned to black ash. "Thank-you, girl, I really needed that. So, when is your next trip? I know Vic will call Dale before one of your other partners. Men like the idea of new pussy whenever they can get it." Christine grinned. "Don't they, though? I'm supposed to be in Spokane for a week at the end of the month. By the strict rules of the Club, a week really isn't long enough to warrant a call. These are supposed to be mercy runs in 'emergencies', not some sort of formalized bed hopping. But you're right. Vic will want to call in the debt, just because he can. You can probably expect to be paying him a visit on either Wednesday or Thursday. And Stephaney's bedtime is eight o'clock so you should arrive around a quarter to half past. And—I was going to ask you this anyway but we are on the subject. How does Dale last so long? The second time he called for me I knew it wouldn't be a five minute quickie, but—shoot! After he ate me and I sucked him up good and hard he rode me for half an hour. I lost track of the number of orgasms I had. Vic is good but, Twyla, your guy is a sexual athlete. Can he teach Vic how he does it?" Twyla blushed around the chocolate mousse. "We decided to go to Hawaii for our honeymoon? And we heard about a group called Morehouse? They were offering courses in multiple orgasms for men and we were so curious we made an appointment before we got married. When we arrived we took the course and did it ever work! The second week of our honeymoon I think we spent most of the day in bed either fucking or sleeping to recover so we could start over again. We had to go back to Hawaii again the next year to see what the islands looked like. We never saw much but the hotel ceiling the first time." Christine's blue eyes were wide. "Coo . . . Yanno, I've heard about that sort of thing but never paid it much attention. You mean if I took Vic to Hawaii he could learn to last that long, too?" Twyla's blush turned to a mischievous smirk. "Chris, honey, half an hour is just our normal three-times-a-week fuck. Before the twins were born, he'd spend all Saturday morning inside me. We still leave them with one or the other set of grandparents or his sister every month or so and take off some place quiet. So, yeah, Vic could learn that." Twyla giggled. "I bet that would come as a big surprise to your other partners. How many are there?" The Borrowers' Club Ch. 01 "Only you and two others. Hmmm, I'll talk to Vic. After I get back from Spokane it might be a good idea to throw a barbecue out by the pool. That way you could meet their husbands and they could meet Dale and all the girls can decide if we want to expand the group. Most of the groups in the Club have four or five members. A guy never knows when his wife's partner is sick, also on the road, has a family emergency or something, so backups are a good idea. And like you said, men like new pussy now and again." Twyla waved for the waiter but Chris grabbed the check first. "My treat, especially for news like that." "Hey, you defused the Hargrove bomb, so we're even. One more thing—if this really isn't a formalized swingers' group, does that mean the guys can only call when we're out of town? I mean, suppose Dale took the twins cub-scouting, Vic can't call me for a weekend at the lake, can he?" "Not if he wants to call any of the others ever again. However, now that I think about it—how long do you think it would take to teach Vic? I mean, I might not mind leaving Stephaney with my mom for a few days. I could play with Dale while you taught Vic. Wouldn't our cabin qualify as 'some place quiet'?" As they stood up to leave, Twyla paused. "Yeeeaaaaaaah—it would, wouldn't it? I'll give that some thought. Labor Day weekend, maybe? You'd have to do some practicing at home to help him reinforce the process, not that I think you'll mind!" "Maybe. I'll have to see what Vic has planned, not that he'll refuse to change with that as a temptation. Oh, and when Vic borrows you? He likes women who wax." ***** Near the end of June, Twyla was standing in front of her full-length mirror, nude. She cast a critical eye up and down her body. There was no denying she'd gone from 'nymph' to 'mom'. Her once tight belly was now gently cushioned, her hips and thighs were wider and her breasts didn't quite perk the way they once had. Still, a low-carbohydrate diet and daily stints on the treadmill had put her close to what she'd been as a hot little bride and for any man who appreciated 'lush' or 'fertile', she was still worth a long, drooling look. She looked up and saw Dale standing in the doorway wearing a mischievous grin. The reason for her self-appraisal had been the phone call she'd overheard a few minutes before. Vic was 'lonely' and had called Dale to ask for a loan—of her! "You aren't upset?" she asked her husband. "No, I'm not. For one thing, you turn me on and I'm a normal guy. It only stands to reason you'd turn others on just as much. Two, I don't own you and you are free to do what you want. Three, Dale did me a big favor so I'm glad to return it." Dale did you a big favor? Hah! Chris did me the favor and kept Melissa's grubby paws off you. I know Chris wouldn't want to keep you; that's why I decided to join the Club. Melissa's been trying to steal you for years. "Well, just be good and ready to wax all alpha male on me when I get home. Chris says Vic isn't multi-orgasmic so I suspect I'll need finishing off after he rolls over and falls asleep." Twyla reached for a tote bag and wandered over to the nightstand. Pulling open a couple of drawers, she looked down into them thoughtfully and then grinned. Into the bag went a large tube of gel, a box of condoms, a leather harness and a big, blue silicone Fundo double-ended dildo. Dale laughed out loud. "Do you really think he'll let you peg him? Except for a liberal attitude toward polyamory, the guy has always struck me as pretty vanilla." Twyla wrinkled her nose and giggled. "He probably is. And I think Christine is, too, so I'm going to try and introduce him to the gentle art of anal sex tonight. I'll be on the receiving end if I have to but if I can talk him into bending over . . .?" "Evil wench! Sexy, evil wench, to be sure, but evil wench all the same. If I do happen to doze off before you get back, I want an elbow in the ribs and the full story, y'hear? I have to know how this turns out!" ***** As she'd predicted, Twyla was back in less than an hour. She'd obviously spent a few minutes putting her face and hair back in order before entering their bedroom (still clad in the peasant blouse and skirt she'd worn to her 'date') so she didn't look mussed or disheveled. Dale was sitting up in bed reading but he closed his book with a wink and a leer when she came in and started around to her side. "Oh no, you don't," he admonished, "You get over here at this side of the bed. I want all the sloppy details. Come on, spill it." Blushing, she complied and when she reached him, turned sideways, stood between his knees and took his hands. "Well, I got there and he let me in and locked the door behind me. The lights were turned down and there were a couple of glasses of wine on the coffee table. He handed me one and sat on the couch and—and pulled me onto his lap!" "Awright!" "At first we just sipped the wine and talked. He told me about Christine finding Melissa's card . . ." "Is that where it went? I wondered. Babe, I owe Chris big time. The next morning I thought about how near I came to calling that slut and broke out in a cold sweat. Talk about a close one!" "Yeah, she gave it to me when I got back. I burned it." "Good. Okay, what happened next?" "Vic—he started stroking my arm and shoulder and slid my blouse down a little at a time until it was really low? Then he reached into the neckline and pulled my boobs out!" "Oh, like this?" "Dale! Well, yeah, like that. And then he started kneading and squeezing them and playing with the nipples—ooo, yeah, like that! And he kissed me all hot and heavy and started sucking the nipples. Mmm, yeah, baby, like that. So I grabbed his hair like this and made him switch from one side to the other. Oh, honey that feels so good.' Eventually she pulled away and stepped back. "Mmm, horny man. Anyway, he told me to turn around. He said he wanted to see that fine ass you're so fond of and pulled my skirt off. Then he said that since I wore panties tonight he was keeping them. It's part of the rules, he said." "Is it? I wondered why Chris came commando both times. I'm going to call Vic and demand a pair of hers. Fair is fair. Now about that fine ass of yours . . ." "He stood up and bent me over the coffee table. I asked that since he liked my ass so much did he want it but he said not tonight. I was standing in for Chris and she's strictly a mouth and pussy gal. He pushed my feet apart and dropped his pants. I could feel him rubbing his hard cock all over my butt." "And by now you were all wet and ready, right?" "Not really. I think I was still too surprised to be really hot but he lined up and shoved it in me anyway, kind of forced me. It felt good." "Yeah? Well, I'm all hard, too. And if my little loaner wife likes her sex rough, that's what she'll get. Bend over woman. If Vic didn't want your ass tonight, I do. Spread your cheeks." Twyla blushed and complied, her face cheek-down on the sheets, and anticipatory smile on her face. She saw Dale pull the KY out of the nightstand and squeeze out a dollop onto his cock. Her eyes widened. Ooo, he isn't even going to grease me up and stretch me out. I'm in for a hard ride tonight. I love those. They make me squeal! She felt the blunt knob of his cock press against her anus. With a smile she bore down and pushed out, knowing that as she did so her bottom would open like a rosebud, letting him drive in. Her muscles stretched wide around him, protesting as they did. "Eeee!" Phew, that hurts but it's such a good hurt. He waited for her to relax and then felt her push back against him. Dale grabbed a handful of butt-flesh in each hand and drilled the rest of the way in. Slowly he withdrew and then with enough force to make his pelvis slap audibly against her ass, drove back in. Out slow, in hard he went, setting up a rhythm Twyla know well. Oh gawd, he's out for a long one. I'm gonna get my butt fucked for half an hour tonight. Mmmm, come on orgasm! A long while later she lay snuggled up next to him with her head on his chest. "Oh Dale, you're such an animal! But at least you're my animal." "Mm-hmm, and no longer in any danger of being run off with. Thank heaven for the Borrower's Club. You know? It makes your business travel something to look forward to." "Bad man!" Twyla slapped her husband on the belly. "You're supposed to only turn to Chris out of desperation, not look forward to fucking her whenever I'm out of town." "Oh, and Vic wasn't looking forward to getting into your pants as soon as he sent Christine over to 'comfort' me? You know men better than that." "Yeah, I do. And by the way, Chris and Vic are hosting a barbecue for us and for the rest of her partners when she gets back from Spokane. If we all like each other, this section of the club will have four couples in it." "Gee, how will we ever manage . . .?" The Borrowers' Club Ch. 02 The Fourth of July found a small party going on in Vic and Christine's backyard. Vic and Dale held forth over the barbecue and the bar while Hugo and Karl played with and lifeguarded an assortment of children in the pool. The women, on the other hand, were clustered around an umbrella-shaded table with their laptops out and intense expressions on their faces. "See?" Twyla asked. "It's just as I said. The Morehouse group teaches male multiple orgasms on Kauai in Hawaii. They run seminars four times each year." "Amazing!" Sonya stared open-mouthed at her screen. "Eight orgasms in an hour without losing his erection? Man, if Karl fucked me for an hour I'd walk bow-legged for the next two days." "Oh, don't be silly." Twyla admonished "To make you walk funny he'd have to seriously pound you for an hour and I doubt his back could take it. Trust me on this. When you set out for marathon sex you go smooth and easy. Before the twins were born Dale used to spend all Saturday morning inside me and I never got sore. We still sneak off once a month or so and find a quiet B&B and do the same thing." "An' any man can learn this?" Pilar looked skeptical. "'ugo is, how you say, muy apasionado but an hour? I 'ave a 'ard time to believe." "Pilar," Christine responded, "you've got to trust me on this one. While Twyla was in Lucerne, Dale called Vic for a loan. He called a couple of times because it got to the point where it looked like Twyla was going to have to file for Swiss residency? The first time he was surprised and confused and unsure. But the second? Girl, he laid me down and did me for half an hour. I lost track of how many times I came. And he and Twyla took that course. Believe us, it works!" "Oh, look. There are other places teaching the same technique. In fact, there's a woman right here in town." Sonya was excited. "'Gwendolyn Escher, MSW, offers fully clothed instruction in multiple orgasms for both men and women. Instruction for couples only. Courses start the second Monday of every month.' And there's a website with an email where you can sign up." The other two women raised their eyes from the computers to look long and hard at their unsuspecting husbands. But shortly their eyes turned to Dale and narrowed appraisingly. "So," Sonya began, "if we take some time off, turn the kids over to their grandparents and zoom over to Hawaii for a week or two we can end up with men who can fuck us senseless? Send us into those Energizer Bunny orgasms that just keep going and going and going?" "No!" Pilar was emphatic. "There is no way we can all take off at once. That would leave poor Twyla to travel with no one to care for Dale. Impossible. 'owever, 'ugo and I could take the local class. See, it meets in the evenings after work. And it say new classes start every mont'." Sonya nodded sagely in agreement. "Yeah, when we go on vacation we take the kids and I don't see ours being happy sitting around the hotel in Kauai while mommy and daddy take a class in advanced fucking. However, my niece would be happy to babysit in the evenings. She could put them to bed and then do her homework until we got home." Pilar leered. "An' then you could do 'omework! Yes, that is the better plan." Christine glowered. "You do whatever you think is right but Vic and I haven't had a decent vacation in years. The resort in Kauai says it offers skilled child care and age appropriate adventures while parents are—otherwise occupied. We're going to Hawaii. However, that isn't the real point for today. What I want to know is, do we want Dale and Twyla in our section of the Borrowers' Club?" Once again Sonya and Pilar looked up at Dale, innocently mixing a pitcher of Tom Collins at the bar. "Yes!" Twyla wasn't quite that enthusiastic but Karl was tall, lanky, raw-boned and kind while Hugo was the epitome of a fiery Latin American gentleman. If either of them called Vic to ask for a loaner wife she certainly wouldn't hesitate. After all, how often would it happen? "Thank-you, I accept." About that time Pilar looked distantly across the yard, stroking the corner of her jaw reflexively. "I would not wan' to be a, 'ow you say, wet blanket? But if Twyla is gone for a long while an' Dale calls 'ugo for a loan an' I go comfort im an' 'e take an hour doing me? An' then I go 'ome and 'ugo do me another hour? 'ow do I get to work the nex' morning?" All four women were quiet at the question. Pilar had raised a good point. Two hours of sex plus travel time and foreplay? That was a huge chunk of the evening. And that didn't even include showering and getting ready for bed. A night loaned out would probably stretch into the wee hours of the morning and, as she pointed out, they had to go to work the next morning. Sonya was the first to speak. "Oh, come on. How often to we get loaned out, really? Two or three times a month, max? And a lot of them are Saturday night. I mean the guys work, too, and most weeknights they're as tired as we are. And even if we did drag into the office bleary-eyed but smiling once a month or so, wouldn't that be a small price to pay for rolling orgasms two or three times a week the rest of the month? I just don't see that there's any downside to this. Besides, if you're all that worried about how long it would take, just have the guy get a baby-sitter and come on over to your place. He and your husband could just share you for an hour or so and then he could go home." Christine's eyes grew wide. "Shared? Like take turns? How would that improve things? You'd still be up to all hours." "No," Twyla was emphatic, "Shared like double penetration. Two guys, one hour, everyone gets off and home he goes. Look at the time it saves." "But," Chris protested, "I don't think I could give head for an hour." The other three looked at her pityingly. "So?", Sonya replied, "Don't give head; give tail. I don't see the problem." "Oh dear lord," Christine shook her head. "I've never let any guy go the backdoor route and now I'm gonna end up with one in front and one in back? Oh well, I suppose it's like you said, a small price to pay for ecstasy the rest of the week." Just then Victor called out, "Hey ladies, the burgers are ready. I've already got the kids eating. You gonna spend the rest of the day yakking?" ***** Halfway through August the four women met once again at Umberto's. Pilar and Sonya were smiling quietly to themselves, Twyla noticed with a mischievous grin. It seems that Ms. Escher's classes were a great success. Christine, on the other hand, had a smile of a different sort and since she'd called them all together the other three waited for some sort of announcement. When the waiter took orders for four different salads, three white wines and one ice tea. Twyla folded her hands on the table and asked, "Chris, do you have something to tell us?" "Yes, I do. My OB/Gyn confirmed it yesterday. I'm pregnant." "What? Really?" Sonya was amazed. "You got pregnant again in your position? Won't that put a real crimp on your career advancement?" Christine shrugged. "It might but I don't care. Stephaney was for me. This one is for Vic. He told me every time he loans me out he gets this major urge to knock me up so I had my implant removed and he did." Pilar grinned slyly, like a crocodile on a sandbank. "Oho. You are in for it now, chica. I tell 'ugo. Nex' mont' I have to do la argentina, Brazil an' Chile. I will be gone at least three week, maybe longer an' that man he love the pregnant ladies. That's why I have three hijos, I think. Sr. Calderon will be keeping you busy." "He's not the only one," Sonya smirked, "but the only trip I have scheduled isn't until October and it should only take a week. However, for a chance at you with pregnancy hormones? I suspect Karl will want to stretch the rules." Twyla laughed. "Well, at least Dale hasn't got that particular fetish, so far as I can tell, but since I have to be in Cologne on Monday and will be gone at least ten days, I'm sure he will want to take advantage of the local hospitality. Now that the two of you have gotten used to Tantric sex, he won't feel any inhibition about keeping you up late." That's when it got quiet again. There was that issue, prolonged sex on weeknights could impact the company, perhaps, and just maybe their careers if it happened often enough. Sharing seemed the only answer. Three sets of questioning looks turned toward Christine. She swallowed a mouthful of iced tea. "About this 'sharing'—how do you keep from hurting when your guy sodomizes you? I know you have to use lots of lube but doesn't it stretch you out bad?" Twyla laid a comforting hand on her friend's. "Unless you want it to, if it hurts you're doing it wrong. Now me, I like it rough now and again and if Dale wants to just grease up and shove it in, yeah. It hurts—but it's a good kind of hurt. Like getting spanked, right? It stings but it's still fun? However, most women need plenty of time to get used to it. Vibrating dildos are a good place to start. The vibration relaxes your muscles. Once the vibe is sliding in and out comfortably it's time for the cock. Works a treat." "Which is not to say," Sonya continued, "that you'll just love it. Twyla does. I put up with it if that's what Karl wants some night. One in front and one in back could be fun, though. I'm looking forward to this." "What make it better?" Pilar added, "is you have Victor send you into some great, screaming orgasm. Then, when you are all happy and relax', he can slip it in and you have no problem. 'ugo do that to me and I jus' purr." Christine looked dubious. "Well, the best chance for that, I guess, is at the end of the course on Kauai. If he gets as good as Dale, I'll be relaxed, all right. By the time that man got done with me it was all I could do to climb out of bed and get dressed. So I suppose it's doable. Whether it's doable with two guys at once? Maybe I'd just better specify a thirty minute time limit on all borrowings." Twyla wrinkled her nose in playful disdain. "Chicken!" ***** The following Saturday evening, Dale washed the lather off his face. He'd become accustomed to shaving before bed back in the Army and the habit had never left. What a day it had been! T-ball had taken up the morning and the twins had been invited to a birthday party for lunch. It had been entirely too successful. A whole afternoon of excitement and over-consumption of cake and ice cream had left him with two little boys throwing up in the car on the way home and then thoroughly miserable all evening. He'd put them to bed just in time for Twyla's nightly call. After recounting the day's disasters to her over the phone, he waited for her reply. "Oh, you poor thing! Saturday night after a week alone with two sick kiddos? That doesn't sound like any fun at all. I may have to intervene." "Hey, I'm fine. A bit worn out but fine. How did your day go?" She'd told him how negotiations were going and then kissed him good-night through the receiver and he had turned to the evening chores. Now, clean and smooth and ready for the morrow, he was just sitting down to see what the television had to offer when the doorbell rang. Outside on the porch stood a smiling, grandmotherly woman with a roguish twinkle in her eye. "'Allo, Sr. Westfield? I am Monica Covarrubias, Pilar Calderon's aunt. She send me over to baby-sit your niños so you can go visit her an' 'ugo. May I come it?" More than slightly surprised, Dale stepped back and allowed the woman to enter. She nodded graciously and wandered over to the sofa. There she sat down and opened bag, took out her knitting and proceeded to take up where she had left off. She looked up at Dale. "So? Should you not be getting in the car? They are expecting you." A few minutes later Dale rang the doorbell and had hardly time to take his finger off the button when Pilar opened the door, clad only in a short silk robe. "'Allo, macho querido, Twyla say you 'ave 'ad a 'ard day. 'ugo think you need a drink. I think maybe you need something more." She grabbed him by the shirtfront and pulled him inside, latching the door behind them. Like a cat she curled herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and grinding her hips against his pelvis before reaching up and gently biting him on the chin. Then she untangled herself and swayed over to a reclined couch, its sinuous curves in mahogany leather complimenting the cinnamon of her skin. Looking back at the men over her shoulder she shrugged off the robe and lay back on the couch, her arms raised over her head. She smiled seductively and began languidly thrusting her hips at them. Hugo laughed. "Tequila Sunrise, amigo? Pilar is eager to give Sonya's sharing idea a try. She's been waiting for you to call ever since Twyla left and Chris and Vic took off for Hawaii." Taking the offered drink, Dale blinked in surprise. "Sharing? Hugo, I seem to be missing something here. 'Loan' I understand but 'share' is a new one. Have I managed to get left outside the loop?" Hugo raised a rakish eyebrow. "I guess you were. Naughty Twyla! Well, to quickly recap, you borrowed Chris and introduced her to long-lasting Tantric sex. She told Sonya and Pilar. They all got together at the barbecue and compared notes and did an Internet search to find instructors. Now Karl and I are both multiorgasmic and the girls are, shall we say, appreciative! However, when it comes time one of us needs a loaner wife, la mamacita provocative over there pointed out that there are only so many hours in a night and if both the borrower and the husband take up an hour of her body's time, getting to work the next day will be tough. So Sonya proposed that we just share the wench, front and back. Pilar hasn't been able to think about much else ever since." "Really!" A slow, sly smile spread across Dale's face and he turned with exaggerated care to leer at Pilar. In response she stuck out her tongue and spread her thighs, showing off dark, smooth labia. "An' 'ugo has grease me up all ready for you, Dale. Wan' me to be your, 'ow you say, catamita?" Half an hour before, Dale was planning on getting to bed early. The day had been rough and he was tired, too tired, he thought, to make a borrowing call to either of the guys. However, the sight of Pilar's lush, naturally dark tanned body was restoring his interest very quickly. He took a swallow of his drink. "Damn, amigo, that sounds like a wonderful idea. And it looks good, too." Pilar giggled and rolled over, arching her back to give him the best possible view of her ass. "An you can spank me firs', if you wan'. 'aving my coda all hot make my coño hot, too." She waved her bottom back and forth. "Dale, I think you better put that glass down before you drop it," Hugo laughed. "Don't just stand there, hombre, get out of your clothes. Can't you see how ready she is?" Within minutes both men were naked. Pilar stood up and backed up to Dale, reaching back with both hands to pull his head down next to her ear. His hands roamed lasciviously over her body, squeezing and kneading. She wiggled her butt until his stiff member was between her butt cheeks and then she bumped up and down making him stiffer. It made him moan, too. Hugo pressed his cock against his wife's belly and bent down to give her a deep, wet kiss. He sucked and licked her lips and tongue; he probed her mouth with his while his fingers deeply dented her buttocks. The three of them waved and writhed together. Finally, Pilar broke the kiss, panting. "Ay, machos! Bastante! Enough foreplay, hombres. 'ugo, where is that strap, the one that holds my 'ands behind me?" With a mischievous grin, Hugo reached under a sofa pillow and drew out a leather strap. He buckled it around his wife's neck with the tail hanging down her back then cuffed her wrists behind her. The effect was spectacular. It pulled her shoulders back, straightened her back up and made her breasts jut forward. As Dale gawked briefly, Hugo sat down on the curved couch and pulled Pilar over to it. With a little help from him, Pilar straddled his hips and while he guided his manhood sat down, impaling her pussy on it. "Ah, so good. Now, Dale, I am all lu-bri-cate up. Come, enjoy my ass. Take you time; 'ave all the fun you wan'." His eyebrows knit in determined concentration, Dale picked up his chinos off the floor and pulled the condom packet out of one pocket. Rolling the latex down over his manhood he, too, straddled the couch. Hugo pulled his pinioned wife down onto his hairy chest while she arched her back as far as she could to present Dale with and easy target. Sitting on Hugo's legs, he skootched up behind Pilar. Grasping her hip with one hand he guided the bulbous end of his engorged cock to the entrance of her pucker. Then, sinking his fingertips into the resilient flesh of her ass he eased his way in. Damn, she's even tighter than Twyla. "Ay! Tan lleno! You two together are so big; you fill me. Maravilloso! Ahora, machos, chinganme!" Hugo slapped her ass sharply. "Cabalganos, mujer!" and Pilar planted her feet on the floor and began posting up and down, impaling herself over and over on both men. They focused on their sensations, breathing faster and then slower, tightening muscles and then loosening them. Faces tingled, shoulders itched and then they came. "Yes! Damn, Pilar, you're good. Okay, gal, it's your turn." Now the men began to move, alternating their thrusts and withdrawals to maximize her pleasure. Pilar panted, then whimpered and then wailed as the climax hit. But none of them was finished, yet. She would ride until they cam and then lay still while the men drilled her fore and aft sending her into orgasm after orgasm until after the last one, she looked up at her husband and murmured, "Basta, 'ugo. Enough for tonight" and they withdrew. Pilar had a hard time standing up while they released her arms and then helped her over to the sofa. Through puffy, half-closed eyes she grinned up at the men. "Madre de dios! That Sonya, I wonder if she 'ave any idea what she's in for, making that idea. But I am right. It take much less time to make everyone 'appy when the men share. Now Dale can go 'ome and sleep well. Maybe we do this again—Friday night? Then when Twyla land on Sunday, he be all recharged and ready to keep her up late." Dale chuckled as he pulled his clothes back on. "Hugo, you are a gentleman and a gracious host. Pilar, you may be the hottest mama in town. Don't tell Twyla I said that." He bent down and kissed her fondly, shook hands with Hugo and headed back to the house and the boys, a contented smile on his face. The Borrowers' Club—what a concept!