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The Story of Elaine Ch. 01

By: MasterJim79



Many of the characters in this story are and will remain anonymous. Their names and locations they inhabit have been altered to respect their privacy. Jim and Elaine are indeed real, and enjoy a happy deeply bonded married life, and a marriage that has stood the test of time. Their relationship continues to grow and blossom. 

Chapter 1: The Earliest Awakenings

I can pinpoint to the second when this great adventure began. It was a warm night in late spring, and I had just entered out bedroom after a quick shower. We had been outside on the deck after dinner, and Elaine had gone in to shower first. She was now in bed on her back, propped up on her elbows. We had been necking out there on the deck, and I was hoping that we would later make love. My wife clearly felt the same way, as she had taken the trouble to put on her favorite red and black 'Merry Widow' bustier with black seamed stockings. When my wife wraps her self in sexy lingerie, stockings and heels, she remains a sight that takes a man's breath away!

Elaine is truly gorgeous. At 5'6" and 125 pounds, she was a knockout brunette that had reached her prime at 33 years of age, and her pert 36C breasts were still firm and taught. Her dark eyes and fine features reflected on her Spanish ancestry, and she had a lively and friendly personality, without being at all loud or aggressive. I was proud of my wife, and any trip to the Mall proved once again that she could still turn heads. 

We had been married for three years, the second marriage for both of us. The heat and passion that typified out courtship always surfaced in bed, and Elaine was a skilled lover in many ways. Her fellatio techniques were amazing, and I always secretly thanked her first husband for teaching her so well. Elaine has very talented vaginal muscles, and her fantastic pussy is truly a velvet mousetrap. 

Apart from oral and straight sex, however, it would be a stretch to call our lovemaking overly adventurous, and I had come to consider these 'dress-up' games about the limit of my wife's indulgence. I was going to be in for quite a surprise! We live on a rural acreage, and are almost half a mile from our nearest neighbor. We would come to truly appreciate the privacy!

It was something that I thought she just did to please me; that is, I never really considered that the act of her 'dressing up' for sex was also arousing to her! I dropped my towel on the floor and slid onto the bed, grinning as Elaine rolled into my arms and we kissed passionately, or tongues searching and entwining. 

As we pressing closer together and continued kissing, her hand sought out my erection, which was rapidly swelling to its full eight inches. Elaine has the most exquisite touch and I moaned as I felt her fingers stroking my shaft, not quite able to encircle it. My left hand had drifted down her bustier and toyed with her garter, before caressing her thigh and moving over her fine pubic fuzz. She quivered a little and her hand tightened around my cock, as she pressed tight against me, her mouth hot against mine. My middle finger slid into her steamy furrow, and I was surprised once again at how responsive she was. Gently, my finger searched the hood, and found her clit.

With a little gasp, Elaine broke our kiss and opened her eyes. She was smiling weakly, and looked in to my eyes. "Darling", she whispered; "You don't always have to be so gentle with me, you know. I sometimes wish you would me more, you know... rougher with me? After all, you are a very strong and tough man, you know!"

I stared at Elaine, momentarily speechless, and my prick twitched in her grip. She giggled and looked down at it, stroking it and rolling her thumb around the knob. "Jim, I think you cock likes the idea! God, darling; I think a cock is the most beautiful thing in the world!" she whispered, almost reverently.

I regained some composure and kissed her forehead. "So, honey; you want me to be rougher with you? Talk dirty to you? Treat you more like a whore or a slut? Fuck you as well as make love to you?"

Her hand tightened around my cock. "Yes, darling! Oh, not all the time! I do love the way you make love to me, Jim; you know that! But I also would like to be, you know, your slut! Know what I mean?" 

I really had no idea how to go about this, but it was clearly something I wanted to do. "Well, Elaine-baby", I grinned; "Let's see what happens!" I looked down her fabulous body. "Wow, you really are a hot when you put these things on, honey!" I sat up so I could toy with her stiff little nipples; as she always folded the cups down to expose them for me. "You do look like a slut, Elaine! Actually, more like a high-class hooker! One very classy whore, I think! You like being bad, Elaine-baby? You like to be naughty?"

I was still diddling her clit, amazed at how wet she had become! The scent of her open pussy filled the room. She was gripping my cock like a nun grips a crucifix, and her hips had begun a rolling motion in time with m caresses. "Yes, Jim! I want that! I want to be bad!" she panted.

My cock was throbbing in her hand. "Oh, you'll be bad, Elaine!" I gasped rather hoarsely. "You are going to be my toy! You're going to become my hot little fuck-toy, honey! You're my slut; my cunt; my whore; my slut-wife!"

"Yes!" she gasped; "Oh god, Jim! I want to suck your beautiful cock until you cum! Please? I want you to cum in my mouth and the fuck me? Can you? Please?"

I didn't know for sure if I could stay hard enough for that scenario, but I quickly told her that I could and would. The words had hardly left my mouth be fore she wriggled around and dove onto my shaft, nearly swallowing me whole, her lips gripping my cock and stifling her moan. 

Elaine couldn't quite deep-throat me, but she nearly could, and I remember thinking that I would have to teach her that little skill. "Yes, baby! Suck it! Suck my cock, you little slut!" Elaine speeded her tempo as I spoke to her, bobbing up and down my rigid prick. It was truly a wonderful sight; Elaine's hair flying as she sucked and bobbed, her tongue never still; always swirling around. "Yes, suck I, slut! God, you are so good, baby! Like a French whore, aren't you!"

Elaine's pace quickened still further and she was making strange little mewing sounds around my prick; sounds that I had never heard her make before. I reached down and cupped her breasts, then lightly pinched the stiff little pebbles of her nipples. 

Elaine was really trying her best to eat me alive! The head of my cock was jammed deep into her mouth every time she thrust downward, and I was quickly approaching the point of no return. "God, Elaine-baby!" I gasped; "You're going to make me cum! Suck it baby! Yes! Take it! Swallow it! Now, slut! Now!"

I exploded into her mouth, several blasts of hot cum shooting through my throbbing cock, and my wife tried her best to swallow it all. As the spurts decreased, she slowed her pace, licking and kissing my cock lovingly. At last, she raised her head and rolled her eyes up to mine with a satisfied grin. A ribbon of cum trailed from her lips to her chin. I had never seen her look so sexy!

Elaine scrambled over me, straddling my hips and gripping my cock, pointing it to her dripping pussy. I was happy to see that I was still hard enough to fuck her, and she pressed the round tip to her labia, swiping it slowly up into her furrow. I felt her scalding heat as she guided the tip into her entrance and paused, whimpering softly. "Yes!" was all she whispered.

I pressed my hips up just a little to meet her, and watched her eyes close. Elaine pursed her lips, and then with a sharp intake of breath, slid all the way down my pole. 

"Oh yes, Elaine-baby! God, I love your hot cunt, baby! Love to feel your hot tight pussy grabbing my cock! Fuck, baby! You are such a good fuck! Yes!" My words excited her and she started to ride me like a bull, her tits bouncing and her hair swishing from side to side. 

"Yes! God, I love I!" Elaine panted; "I love your big cock! Oh god! I want to fuck! I want to be a slut! Your slut! God I love cock! Oh fuck!" 

It was a new experience hearing her words, as Elaine was usually only vocal during orgasm. There was also the undeniable fact that it was unclear whether or not she was referring to my cock, or just cocks in general! Strangely the thought thrilled me, and I was once again fully hard. I reached for her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and fingers, a little harder this time.

Elaine was gasping, her cunt gripping me, and I knew that she was ready for more. I wanted to take her doggie-style, a position she often asked for when highly aroused, and that certainly described her current condition. 

"I want to fuck my slut-wife from behind! I gasped. I gripped her shoulders and rolled her over as my prick slipped out of her with a soft 'plop!'

Elaine-baby instantly assumed the position, her body heaving with every breath, her beautiful ass raised up invitingly, her steaming cunt and cute little rosebud anus fully exposed. "Yes! Fuck me!" she whispered. "God I love it!"

On my knees, I moved into position behind her, gripping my cock and teasing her pussy with the tip. She quivered with a moan. Then on impulse, I moved back just a little and ran the tip of my prick from her labia up to her anus and gently teased the puckered bud.

"Oh!" Elaine exclaimed, but made no effort to escape. "Do you want to? Do you want to fuck me there?"

Once again, Elaine-baby had rendered me momentarily speechless. I felt sure that my wife would have gladly let me fuck her up the ass right then and there! There was a short pause before I decided on a response. "Not tonight, my little tart!" I laughed; "We'll do that another time. I do want my new slut-wife to be able to take cocks in her ass, as well as in her cunt and mouth! Bad girls should be three-way chicks, Elaine-baby, and you are going to be a very, very bad girl! You are going to be the best little piece of ass in town!"

Elaine's cunt was dripping juices down her thighs, and she was rocking her ass against my cock! "Yes! Oh God, I want to be your slut, Jim!" she gasped; "Please?" Fuck me? Please?"

It was an epiphany of sorts. Here was my rather outwardly conservative and prim wife actually begging to get fucked! It was a thrilling moment that I will always cherish, and although I have since witnessed it many times, it never ceases to amaze and thrill me. I guided my cock to her pussy and slid into her.

Elaine trembled and pushed back in return, and with her face buried in her pillow, and her urgent moaning stifled, she began to thrust back at me, her skilled cunt once again gripping me deep in her fiery tunnel. "Yes!" she hissed. 

For perhaps the first time in our marriage, I really and truly fucked her! We had made love in this position many times, but tonight I plowed into her delightful cunt with all the power and force I could muster, and I reveled in the sense of power and control I felt over Elaine at that moment! I reached one hand around her hips and sought her stiff, erect clit, and strummed it in tempo to my 

"Oh God, Jim! Yes! Fuck me! Oh yes!" she squealed, over and over again as I pounded into her, my pubes slapping against her ass. Elaine had lost control, and even though I was fucking her like a sailor in a Marseilles brothel, I felt, or at least sensed the faint tremors of her rapidly approaching orgasm. "Yes! Fuck my pussy! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me!" It ended in a long, drawn out wail as her orgasm swept her away.

I kept fucking her, even as her knees wobbled and she slowly slid down onto her belly with me buried deep inside her vibrating cunt. With a shout, I came too, my jerking cock shooting into her. It had been one hell of a fuck, and we lay like that for some time as my tingling cock slowly softened.

I gently rolled us to our sides with me wrapped around her fetal form, holding her close to me. At last our breathing returned more or less to normal, and I felt, more than heard, my wife give a little giggle. "God!" I laughed. "That was fun, wasn't it, Elaine?"

"Yes!" she replied softly; "Wow! Yes! I have never cum like that before, Jim! Never!"

I paused, searching for the right words; "Elaine, this may be habit-forming, you know!"

She twisted around and smiled at me elfishly, then raised her lips. We kissed, and then she whispered, "Yes, darling! I hope so!" Elaine reached for the hand-towel she had placed on the night table, and slipped it between her thighs. It was barely adequate to sop up our mingled fluids. 

We snuggled, and then I felt the need to talk about what had just happened. It was what educators refer to as 'a teachable moment', and I wanted to learn all I could about what my wife had felt, too. It certainly had been exciting for me, and I was filled with curiosity about Elaine's feelings and desires. I asked her if I had made her feel the way she had wanted to when we began and she enthusiastically told me that she had. 

"Elaine, I want to talk with you some more about this, okay?" She nodded with a smile, and I kissed her tenderly and then ran out to the kitchen where we kept a bottle of our favorite liqueur, 'Southern Comfort'. I returned with two short glasses, each with a good, honest double shot of the drink. We clinked our glasses and I toasted us, "to a different and exciting path!" 

And so began a deep, honest discussion of my gorgeous wife's most intimate needs and wants, and of my own darkest and desires and fantasies. Our lives were about to change!

The change in their sex-life was indeed to become something of a habit. But it was to also evolve into more than that, eventually morphing into a mutually exciting and satisfying life-style. Elaine and I were traveling into uncharted territory and into world where even our wildest dreams could and would surface as reality.

There is much, much more of the story to tell. If there is enough positive response, I will be happy to continue!

The Story of Elaine Ch. 02



The Story of Elaine: making my wife a Fuck-Toy

A decision is made and Jim and Elaine start down the path of no return

Chapter 2: the journey begins

We talked late into the early morning, and refilled our glasses more than once. I discovered many things about my wife that both surprised and startled me. While Elaine was outwardly conservative and appeared very prim in dress and manners, there was a deeply embedded inner slut that cried out for release. She loved wearing sexy lingerie, she told me, because it made her feel, "sexy and naughty". She again stressed that our sex that night had really been over the top for her and that she was grateful that I had understood.

"Understand, Elaine?" I laughed. "My God, honey! I understand and believe me, I approve! My question for you, Elaine, is just exactly how far you want to take this! I mean, I want to make you my slut and personal fuck-toy, but I also want to keep you as my wife! Is that very clear to you? I mean, I want you as my slut and also as my wife; my slut-wife, if you like!"

Elaine took my hand and raised it to her lips and kissed it. "Yum! I can still taste us on your hand, darling! It felt so darn good, Jim! Wow! I want more... I really do! And, I'm like you, I guess; I just don't want to lose you! I love you so much!"

I realized that this was the first time either of us had said the phrase, 'I love you' all night. I felt a touch of shame. "I love you too, honey... more than anything in the world!" I took her into my arms and kissed her. I didn't want to lose her, either!

Elaine had begun to reveal more of herself to me that night than at any other time, and it was as if floodgates, long locked shut, had finally opened. She told me of her fantasies involving wild and uninhibited sex with a wide variety of partners, with no boundary of gender or race. "You know when you sometimes play with my vibrator in my pussy while I suck you, honey? I often imagine that I'm being used... willingly, mind you... by two guy... two men both wanting m! I love that! Even tonight while we were making love... fucking... I was pretending that I had made you cum in my mouth and that another guy was screwing me afterward... while you watched."

She was looking right into my eyes now, seeking any sign of disapproval. There was none.

Again, I hugged and kissed her. "Is that the kind of slut-wife you want to become, honey?" 

Elaine shrugged her shoulders and giggled nervously. I sensed at once that this was the proverbial moment of truth. "If you want me to, darling, yes!" she said with a nervous giggle. "You know that the reason I like to leave our bedroom blinds up when we make love, Jim?"

She was on a roll and I was eager for more. "No; why is that, honey?"

She was really blushing! Her cheeks were glowing. "Because, and I know this is so silly, but I love to imagine that the guys in the neighborhood, you know them, are all out there on the balcony watching as I suck you and we do 69, and then screw around... you know what I mean?" Indeed, I did! "And they are all, you know masturbating... jacking off as you say! Isn't that weird?"

I grinned at her; "You really are amazing, Elaine! No, it's not weird; it's just who... part of who you are, and I treasure that! And afterward, which of our neighbors gets to fuck you?" I asked with a laugh.

My wife froze, her lips pursed together as if she was locking the door before the words could escape! I waited. At last she opened her mouth and took in a deep breath.

"No, honey... wait!" I said, and then scrambled through my night table for a pen and paper. I found a scrap and a dull pencil, but it would do. Turning away, I wrote the name of one of our male neighbors on the paper. Turning back to my wife, I said, "Okay, sweetie... who is it?"

Elaine took in another deep breath. "Dave," she whispered; "Dave."

With a flourish, I showed her the paper. It also had Dave's name on it!

Her hand flew to her mouth and she gasped, "Oh no! You knew? About the way I feel about Dave?"

I looked at her closely. "Have you fucked him yet, Elaine?"

"Jim! Of course not! You know that!" She was genuinely pissed and offended.

I quickly jumped in before she had a chance to get really angry. "Well then, as a slut-wife, I guess that will be happening sometime soon!" I laughed. 

She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, and cocked her head to one side. "I just might want to do that, Jim", she said as the impish grin returned. 

I looked her square in the eyes. "Elaine, I said that for the simple reason because that is exactly the kind of slut-wife I want you to become. I want a slut-wife who cares more about getting off and getting whoever she's with off, than anything else. Understand?"

She stared at me, but finally nodded; "Yes, I understand." It was no more than a whisper.

"Elaine, I want to fuck you, use you, maybe abuse you a little, for my amusement every so often, and just generally fuck you silly and watch you being fucked silly. We have sex a lot, honey, but you are about to begin having much, much more! You're a gorgeous, desirable woman, and there will be loads of cocks after you! Many of those, maybe even most of them, will fuck you and get you off, with or without my help! One day, I even hope to set you up for a gangbang! So you see, Elaine, this is serious stuff!"

She nodded again, her eyes locked on mine. Her breasts were heaving somewhat with each deep breath. 

"But Elaine, I want you never, ever to forget that I love you and want you for my wife! I want you to understand that, too!"

My beautiful, dutiful wife was actually blushing, and there was one tiny tear at the corner of her eye. God, my heart was melting. 

We had crossed the Rubicon. Elaine was never to be the same woman to me, nor was I ever to be the same man to her. I felt that at that moment I had never loved her more, and never knew her better. I held her close and kissed her, with all the warmth and unconditional love that welled up through me. 

And my wife made love to me. Elaine kissed me from toes to ass to balls to cock to belly to back to ears and nose and mouth and to the top of my head. They were slow, loving licks-and-nibble kisses that were almost painfully pleasurable. And I did like-wise. 

Gently, lovingly, tenderly, she finally focused her attention on my revived cock. She had me hard already, and giggled as she traced her tongue down the hot underside of my shaft all the way to my balls, where she paused to flick her tongue over the tight sac and tickle it with a kiss. "God, how I love your cock, Jim!" she whispered. "I love what it does to me, too!" Elaine paused to stare at it reverently, and then took it between her palms and slowly stroked it. She moved in closer and kissed the purplish tip, and then with a soft sigh, slid her lips down to encase the tip. She sucked at it, and swirled her tongue around and around, then drew back to plant more kisses and lap at the sensitive cleft on the bottom. 

Elaine was doing a great job of driving be crazy, and I pulled her hips close to my face. She has the most delicate and beautiful twat that I have ever seen, and I took a moment to just stare at it. It really is a work of art, and was already starting to open and moisten. I fluttered licks and kisses and nibbles over her labia and sucked ever so gently on the stiffening button of her clitoris.

Elaine moaned around my cock as I licked and sucked her pussy, but it was a fucking she was really after, and she soon lifted her head off my cock and wriggled around, spreading her knees wide as she lay on her back. "Please, darling?" was all she needed to say. 

Slowly, I raised my body over her, my cock poised at that beautiful tunnel. My tip slipped inside and I paused, letting her feel just that first bit inside her, and she quivered, then raised her hips just a tiny bit and rotated them slightly, fucking my cockhead gently and tenderly. "I love this, Jimbo", she whispered; "God, I love to feel your cock!" 

I held myself motionless as she rocked her raised hips back and forth and then in little circles, her breath coming in little ragged gasps. I smiled down at her and she grinned back at me. "Elaine, I am the luckiest guy in he world! We may eventually turn you into a slut, but above all, you will always be my wife! Always!"

Her hands suddenly gripped the cheeks of my ass as her hips thrust sharply upwards, driving me deeply into her. In perfect harmony, we rocked and thrust together, like two dancers in a ballroom. In less than a couple of minutes, we came together in a thrilling, soaring matched climax that washed over the two of us in perfect unison. 

We were both slow to come down, and did so with passion, kissing and hugging and caressing and both of us crying like babies.

We lay entwined for a long while... to tired to move, but far to excited to sleep. My heart was pounding.

Through a hazy fog, I heard Elaine say softly, "Jimbo... This is unreal! What do we do now? Where do we go from here?" 

God, but my wife is such a terrific pleaser, but she also can be so very demanding of her husband! I knew that it was time to step up to the plate! There is something that I can't begin to explain. There is a tone; a vibrancy in my wife's voice that is every bit as alluring, sexy and arousing as any visual stimulus. She can be in her grubbiest gardening outfit, with dirt and grime on her usually pristine countenance, and just the sound of her voice will make my cock tingle.

Her words jolted me back to reality; or at least what reality had recently become. I reached out and took her hand in mine. "Sweetie-pie... this will go wherever we want it to! Don't worry... I will be the leader; but we will only go where you deeply want us to go. If I take you someplace where you want to be, then I want you to experience everything that active and intelligent mind of yours desires! And if you discover you don't want to be in the place where I've led you, we can always back up and go back and go down a different pathway! Elaine, I love you and want you forever; that is a given. No matter what we do, I want to see you glowing! You know what I mean? I want you happy and alive and excited... like tonight, only always better!"

She gave me that same little irresistible elfish grin; "I don't think anything could be better than tonight, darling!"

I only smiled back at her, it being silly to argue at this point, and besides, the birds had already started to chirp outside. I hugged and kissed Elaine and decided that this, of all moments, was one I was destined to cherish. 

When our lips parted she again queried me; "Jimbo? What are we going to do?"

I had to laugh. I felt an overpowering rush envelope me and I replied, "Elaine, my dearest! We are going to call our employers! We are officially sick and can't possibly make it into work today!"

She grinned at me and acknowledged the obvious. Here it was, almost 6:00 in the morning and we were both more than a little tipsy! The obligatory phone calls went in to an answering service at our respective employers and that was that. 

Elaine complained that she was hungry and I made us a quick bacon and eggs breakfast. I have to admit they were mediocre at best, but she gobbled them down just the same. The sun rose as we finished. I looked over the table at my wife; there was not a shred of a doubt that I saw her differently now. Even as she was eating, I kept seeing my cock going into her beautifully shaped mouth!

We were both tired, to be sure; exhausted is probably a better word, but Elaine was obviously eager to pursue our great adventure. "Jim? I'm serious... Where do we go from here?"

I could only stare at my wife in amazement. I had consumed more alcohol that had she, but was still very much capable of leadership. "Elaine. Lets set out a few ground rules, okay?" I said... feeling a new sense of power and authority.

To my surprise, she only nodded expectantly. Usually, there would be a flood of questions. I paused a moment, waiting for the flood, but it never came. "Well, first, Elaine, I want you to get rid of all those Goddamn and gawdawful pantyhose! Yes! Every single pair of them!"

She stared at me, speechless, and then whispered. "Why, Jim?"

"Because you are not going to need them, Elaine", I said, as forcefully as I could. "From this moment on, you are going to wear stockings, garter-belts, one of your sexy bustiers, or girdles or whatever, and stockings... black, sexy stockings! God! I hate pantyhose!"

Elaine blinked and stared at me, speechless. "Ah... Okay, darling..." she said, hesitantly. "But what about school?" 

Elaine was a second grade teacher. I really didn't care, and at this point I felt I had the power to lay down the rules. "Elaine, I really don't care if the littler gerbils you teach see your panties or not! I want those fucking pantyhose out of this house! And I mean as soon as possible! I want my slut wearing stockings! Do you understand, honey?"

She was stifling a grin; her lips pursed together as she looked at me. There was some hesitation, but also the faintest trace of a smile. "Yes, I can do that!" There was a pause, and she added, "Sir?"

Jesus! I was a god... a puppet-master! I closed me eyes, literally, and took a deep breath. I stared at my wife; "Well, honey... We'll see, won't we?" I responded with a grin as broad as hers, sure that the best was yet to come. "And I like that, honey! The name, I mean! You will call me that from now on, at least when we're playing? Okay?"

Elaine was staring at me like she was in a trance. "Oh... and are we playing now, Jim?" she asked.

I choked back a laugh; "No, I think that this is serious, honey!" I said.

There was a moment when I thought I could actually hear the wheels turning in her head. "Oh!" she whispered. "Then... I guess... I should call you... Sir?"

I was staring at her incredulously. Had my ship had come in at last? Yet, I did not fully understand. "Elaine? Are you sure about this?" She looked at me and nodded silently. "Elaine. Say it... " I prompted her. 

"Yes... I'm sure... Sir... ", She whispered. There was a trace of a weak smile.

"Yes, then call me by that name when we're out in public at least. Next, get rid of those huge cotton granny panties, okay? I want your pussy wrapped in better stuff than that! Get yourself more of those lacy bikini ones, understand? And you know that I am most partial to black!" 

"Okay, like the ones from Victoria's Secret? Jim? Sir? I really love it when you take control like this! God! This is really fun! I really want to please you, you know." 

Maybe it was what Elaine said, or perhaps it was the submissive tone in her voice. Improbable as it was, my cock was suddenly tingling. "Elaine, you are about the farthest person I can ever imagine from being a real slut! My God! Look at your circle of friends! Can you name one... just one that wouldn't run like a scared rabbit if they knew even a little bit of what is going on here?" 

She looked at me, and slowly there was a trace of grin at the corners of her lips. "I think that... yes... Marianne would understand," she whispered.

I was truly flabbergasted, and blinked at my wife. "Marianne?" I asked. "God Lord, that Catholic tight-ass? Marianne wouldn't say 'shit' if her mouth was full of the stuff!"

Elaine just looked at me, and the elfish grin returned. "You don't know her, Jim", she smiled; "She really wants to fuck you, you know!"

It had been a night of surprises and now this. "Elaine, get serious!" I laughed, but Elaine wasn't laughing. It finally dawned on me that my wife was serious. "Honey, what are you talking about?" I asked.

My demure wife was smiling at me like the Cheshire cat of lore. "Darling, Marianne and I talk a lot, you know! After all, we've been friends forever! She and Adam have been swinging for years! I never told you because you never asked and you never even saw anything odd about them!"

"Oh, come on honey? That's bullshit! Adam and Marianne?" I waited, but there was no reversal. "Elaine? You mean...?"

"Yes," Elaine grinned at me; "See, you're not so smart after all!" she grinned. "Sir", she added mare as an afterthought. "Actually, it was Marianne that first started me thinking."

"About fucking around and being a slut?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"No, silly; Marianne had nothing to do with me wanting to be a slut! She just started me thinking about how on earth I could tell you about it!"

My brain was suddenly swirling with images of Marianne, who was a tiny replica of Elaine, being only about 5 feet tall, and was a real treat to behold. I imagined her with a slew of eager rampant cocks dueling for a stab at her tight little honey-pot. She was a real treat, after all. "Marianne?" I finally managed to gasp. 

My wife is no fool and seemed to know exactly what was going on inside my head. "Jim! She's wanted to fuck you for years! And it's always been obvious that you find her easy to look at! God, Are you really telling me that you hadn't noticed?"

I took in a deep breath. "Guilty as charged, honey! I really had no idea! Really!" It was the gospel truth, although Elaine was skeptical. She stared at me for a moment and then shrugged. "Anyway, they belong to this club called, 'Secret Garden', and they swing a bunch of times every year and have these parties, where they have their friends over and they make love... or fuck... or whatever."

I was learning a lot and a lot of what I was learning, I liked. 'I think we should join, too", I offered.

"Oh, sure, Jim! So you can screw Marianne?" Elaine grinned.

I had to laugh with her. "Well, that might be fun, honey, but I really might like to see other outcomes!" Elaine raised her eyebrows quizzically. "Yes, honey... you could be a slut in a safe environment."

It was her turn to stare at me, and her jaw dropped. "Jim? You don't mean? Oh, God! You're serious, aren't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, honey! If you're going to be a slut, I want to do it in a safe environment, where we can be selective and safe! Tell me more about this club?"

Elaine gave me a blank stare. "I don't know much more... I mean that's about all I know, darling. They meet and they have parties and Marianne has fun and that's all I know. Well, except for one thing."

"And what might that be?" I asked with a grin.

"Marianne likes guys like, you know... like you."

"Like me?"

My wife was actually blushing. "Yes, darling... I mean like you; men with big wieners".

I burst out laughing. "Wieners? Is that what Marianne calls them?"

"Laugh all you want to... yes, that's what she calls them. She's kind of fussy about that! I guess Adam is real little down there."

I was staring at my wife, dumbfounded. So; Marianne was a swinger and she liked big cocks. "And just where does this leave Adam?" I ventured.

"Adam? He joins in sometimes, other times he just watches her, and other times he stays at home. It depends on what the scene is and what the guy Marianne is with wants or allows. Sometimes she goes away for a whole weekend with a particular friend. She says she really likes it..." Elaine said it almost as casually as if she was describing a shopping spree.

"Well, honey, I want you to find out more about this club and what it takes to join, okay? Maybe we should invite them over to talk about it?"

"Jim, God no!" she gasped. "I promised her on a stack of bibles that I wouldn't tell anyone; especially you!"

"Well, then, sweetie; we'll just have to join on our own and find out what it's all about, won't we?" Elaine stared at me for a moment and then nodded. I gave her a kiss and added, "In the meantime, we'd better get some sleep!"

We had been awake for almost twenty-four hours, and I carried her back to bed just as the birds started chirping. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and I gazed down at her, sleeping like a baby with just the slightest hint of a smile. 




The Story of Elaine Ch. 03



The Story of Elaine: making my wife a Fuck-Toy

We begin our journey and I learn a little about unintended consequences

Chapter 3: Preparations

It was almost four in the afternoon when I awoke. I reached across the bed, searching for my wife, but her side was empty. Groggily, I followed the scent of frying bacon downstairs to the kitchen.

Elaine was grinning at me as I entered. "Hi, sleepyhead!" she laughed. "Hungry?" I was starving and she quickly made some pancakes to go with the bacon and eggs. "I'd better feed you right", she quipped; "A slut-wife needs to keep her husband's strength up!" Standing at the stove in her green robe and bedroom slippers, she still looked sexier to me than a Penthouse centerfold. My cock was responding accordingly.

We ate and as I finished, I saw Elaine looking at me expectantly. Little did she know that I had already made plans for us, or rather actually for her. I smiled at her and simply said, "Go upstairs and get dressed in what you had on last night... except put on those black patent-leather pumps, too, and then come back down here."

She raised her eyebrows a little, but then scurried off to do my bidding, almost tripping as she ran up the stairs. Elaine liked to sew with her portable machine at the kitchen table, and she kept a wooden yardstick in the corner. I knew that the odds were she was going to question me in a few minutes, and I wanted to teach her something about her new place as my slut, as it were. While she showered, I quickly dressed in slacks and polo shirt. 

She must have hurried, because she was downstairs again in less than fifteen minutes, all made up and ready for action. Actually, she had applied a little more make-up than usual, which suited me fine. I was pleased that she'd thought of it all by herself.

I took in a deep breath at the sight of her standing there, sans panties, somewhat in nervous, hopeful anticipation of what she thought was about to transpire. My cock was throwing caution to the winds, and was already straining against my slacks. It will always have a mind of its own where Elaine is concerned.

My wife looked truly gorgeous, and it took a certain degree of discipline for me to stay the planned course. I nodded approvingly, and said, "Go get your coat... the warm brown one".

Elaine's jaw dropped. "Sweetie, you heard me! Go get your coat! We're going out!"

The color was rapidly draining from her face. I thought I saw her knees actually knock together. "Jim? I... I can't, Jim! Not dressed like this! No way! I can't... I can't."

I stood up and went to her, hugging her close. I had expected this response and was prepared for it. "Elaine, my baby, you have to learn that the word 'can't' has no place in my slut's vocabulary! Come here!"

I led her over to the dining room table and gently but firmly bent her over it, her head turned away from me and one of my hands holding both of hers down on the tabletop. Then I reached behind me to where I had placed the yardstick on one of the high-backed chairs. 

She was trembling just a little, and knew something was up, but she had no idea what was about to happen. The yardstick made a soft swishing sound as I flicked it downwards and then it cracked smartly across her beautiful bare ass. 

Elaine was caught trying to breathe in and out at the same time and the result was a choked shriek that sounded more like a cat with its tail caught in a door. She tried to jerk upright, but I held her down as I swung again. She was expecting this one and howled in protest, but took the next three with only startled gasps. I released her and she slowly stood up and gave me a wounded look as she rubbed her rosy buttocks. There was a hint of a tear in her eye. 

"God, Jim. Why? Why did you do that?" she whimpered. It was the first time I had ever struck her in anyway at all; and it was the first time I had ever heard her whine.

I smiled at her. "Honey, if you're ever going to be good at this, then you have to learn to obey me... do whatever I ask of you, okay? Besides, I hardly even hit you, and you know that." 

She looked a little hurt, but nodded silently. 

"Now, go get your fucking coat like I asked you. We're going out!" I almost grinned as she scurried over to the hall closet to get it. 

Elaine slipped it on as she quickly made her way back to me, and I took her hand. I kissed her on the cheek and led her towards the garage door.

My wife can be as stubborn as a mule, and even in high heels, she gave me some resistance. Elaine is a very strong woman. "Jim? Where on earth are you taking me?" she asked, with a note of desperation in her voice. 

I paused and turned around. "Honey, do I really have to get the yardstick out again? We're going out! Now, let's go!"

She gave up all resistance and let me lead her out to the car. As I backed out of the garage, she timidly asked again, "Jim? Where are we going?"

I looked over at her with a grin as she shrunk down low into the seat. "I'm loaning you out to the Hell's Angels, dear... but only for one night, okay?" 

Elaine's eyes were big as saucers and she made a sound like she had something caught in her throat. 

"Honey, I'm kidding! You won't be ready for anything that drastic for at least a month or two! We're just going shopping. Think of this as a sort of extreme makeover. I want to give you a new look." We turned onto the main road. "Undo your coat and slip it down off your shoulders."

Elaine gasped. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her as she struggled with this new order. We live in a rural area and there was little chance if any of her being seen. Even so, it was still very much daylight and there was always the chance of meeting a car, or a stranded motorist. Her fingers were shaking as she struggled with the buttons of her coat. She wriggled it down a little bit.

"No, Elaine! Take it off... get your arms out and drop it to your waist!" I was both relieved and excited to see my wife instantly comply. She fussed a little with her breasts and started to fix the cups to cover her exposed nipples, but I stopped her; "Elaine, you have beautiful tits and I want you to be as proud of those little puppies as I am!" Give them some air!" I was happy to see that her nipples were stiff as little marbles.

As we got closer and closer to town, there was more and more traffic and Elaine grew more and more nervous, which was exciting to me, and judging by the state of her nipples and her ragged breathing, it was just as exciting for her, although in a different way. This was a college town, and there were always a few of the rowdier so-called students out and about almost any evening at this hour. We pulled to a stop at a traffic light and sure enough, a carload of parent-financed scholars drew up alongside us.

It took a few seconds, but finally one of the less self-absorbed boys noticed Elaine. Instantly, five sets of eyeballs were popping directly at her, and she closed her eyes as the boys rolled down their windows and joined in a chorus of raucous catcalls. Elaine tried her best to shrink even further down into her seat, but there really was no escaping their eyes.

"Thank God!" she whispered as the light turned green and we sped away, the boys following close by tooting their horn. 

I grinned at my wife, but got only a cold stare in return. It was going to take her awhile, I decided. I lost the boys in downtown traffic and we pulled into the parking lot at the 'Love and Lace' boutique. There were people around and it took only a silent nod from me to make Elaine hurry back into her coat. I thought she was really doing quite well, but I said nothing.

She waited for me to come around and open her door. As she gracefully got out, she whispered at me with a look that could stop a freight train, "I may be your slut, Jim, but you still are going to treat me like a lady!"

I had to purse my lips to suppress a laugh. Elaine looked around nervously as I led her into the shop, and was noticeably relieved when she discovered that we were the sole customers. I, on the other hand, was somewhat disappointed.

The clerk was an intense young lady with almost as much silverware lodged in her ears, eyebrows, nose and lips as we had on our dining room table. Her brass-plated plastic nametag read 'Yvette'. "Hi! My name is Yvette. May I help you guys?" she asked, almost as if she assumed we were hopelessly lost. 

I was ready for the question. Poor little Yvette was not at all prepared for the answer. "Yes, you may, my dear," I replied. "My wife needs a realistic rubber dildo: the biggest, blackest and nastiest mother-fucker you have; a nice set of battery operated Ben-Wah eggs; a moderate butt-plug suitable for extended use; a set of fleece-lined cuffs; one of those pseudo-leather corsets with the chrome rings, like the one on display; a dozen or so black lace open-crotch panties; half a dozen pair of black seamed opera hose; three black lace garter-belts; four or five of those short little Lycra mini-skirts that you advertise online; and three boxes of those ribbed condoms that you have over there in assorted colors. That will do for now, but there may be more... I'll browse while you assist my wife. I want her coming out of here looking even sluttier than you do! This will be cash, by the way."

Yvette's eyes were open wide and her jaw had dropped down to her neck. Make no mistake; I'm no big shot, but once in awhile, I love acting like one. I went off to browse the videos as Yvette tried her best to deal with my wife. I didn't find much; just some KY jelly and a mini vibe that I thought might come in handy. The other things that I needed would require a trip to the local building supply. Even their CD's lacked inspiration. The retro stuff was more to my liking. 

After 45 minutes or so, Yvette had things more or less under control. The bill was outrageous, but I really didn't expect anything else. I peeled off more twenty's than was reasonable, hoping to appear blasé. "Did you try on the mini's?" I asked Elaine. She nodded. "Then pick one and put it on."

Elaine only paused for a split second; "Yes, Sir," she whispered and trotted off to the dressing room.

Yvette was impressed, and gave me one of those 'yes, you can fuck me' smiles that today's brats like to tease their elders with. "Your wife calls you, 'Sir?' Wow! Awesome! I mean, like I don't see that very often in here." She was smiling at me, but got only my coldest stare in return. She swallowed and softly uttered a respectful, "Sir! I mean, sorry, Sir!" Now that did impress me!

It was nice; a sort of bridge over the generation gap that I appreciated. "Thank you, Yvette", I responded warmly; "I see that there's hope for you young'uns yet!" I got only a blank stare in return. I expected more, and was somewhat disappointed. 

Elaine returned, her brown winter coat wrapped tightly around her body. I motioned for her to open her coat. 

My cock twitched and, I am very sure of it, Yvette's pussy lubricated at the sight. Elaine's black Lycra mini barely covered her stocking-tops and was tight enough to appear to be painted on. Her top was only the lacy black and red bustier with the cups up over her nipples. 

It was show time, Elaine looked stunning. I thanked Yvette and she smiled, thankful no doubt for another story to pass on to her infantile cohorts. Elaine took my arm and we went out to the car. She glanced around nervously as we went out of the boutique, and was grateful to be inside the car. I dumped our other purchases in the trunk, and slid onto my seat. I hugged her to me and kissed her cheek. "You did very well, honey," I said. 

She looked at me sideways and blushed a little. "Please, darling? Be patient with me. I am trying so hard. Please?"

I smiled over at her. "Elaine, my love; Tell me that you're not liking this, at least a little, and that your sweet little honey-pot isn't steamy, and I'll stop right now! I promise you!"

She was looking deeply into my eyes, and she was squirming in her seat. I knew the answer before she whispered it. "Jim? I like this... I really do! Just love me? Okay?"

I reached out for her and she fell into my arms. It was a moment of sweet surrender of the woman I loved and cherished; there was no triumph in it. Elaine and I were loving equals on a new course. "Elaine, my baby! God! God, how I love you!" I whispered; "always and forever!" I kissed her passionately, and then we backed out of the lot.

We drove a few blocks in silence and then I felt her hand sliding over and down my thigh. I turned my head and looked at her. She gripped my thigh and said, "I love you, Jim!" I smiled back at her, and her hand worked up my thigh to cup itself over my straining cock. Her grip tightened as she felt my erection.

"My God, Jim! You're hard as a rock! Do you want me to..."?

"Not now, honey! Not yet!" I had other plans, and we drove out of the city limits. It was a 30 minutes drive to the small town of Deirdre, a once-thriving logging town that had withered to a café and a biker-bar. I pulled into the bar parking lot and stopped next to a line of eight motorcycles. 

Elaine was alarmed. 'Jim! My god, where are we? What are you doing?"

"Trust me, Elaine", I said: "It's okay! You will do fine! Trust me. This is just a little test, okay? I want to see how well you can handle a little challenge" I felt her resistance weaken and she didn't hesitate as I opened her door and helped her out. Her mini dress just barely covered her stocking tops as she slid out of the car. She looked at me hopelessly as I closed the car door and locked up. 

The bartender in this dump was a burly ex-student of mine, and his eyes popped out when he saw my wife. I took Elaine to a table, and then returned to the bar and slipped him a Franklin and said, "I want this to go exactly like we discussed on the phone, okay? Did you talk to Big Mike?" 

Bobby nodded; "Sure, that's him over there, and he's talked to his buddies. These guys are all cool with it, Jim. They know the rules!" There were about a dozen guys altogether.

"Nobody fucks with her, okay, Bobby? They can dance all they want, and even cop a feel, but that's it, okay? Now Big Mike knows what to do when the hour is up, right?" I had already called him, but had not left him my name, so this was a real surprise for him. He was staring at my wife, as were all of the rough patrons. "Bobby, have you got it? You do this right and one day you will probably get to see how a real pro fucks, okay?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my wife. I joined Elaine at our table as Bobby quietly locked the front door and then quickly circulated from table to table. I helped her take her coat off, which she reluctantly surrendered, and feeling as vulnerable and self-conscious as the last virgin in Mexico, she sat down. She started to cross her arms across her bustier, but caught herself at the last second.

The waiter came over, and I ordered a Southern Comfort double for Elaine and a beer for me. Needless to say, she looked over at me askance, but didn't question.

The DJ was spinning his disks and I took my wife onto the tiny dance floor. We really were on display, as there was only a flabby biker babe and her equally overweight man on the floor. Bobby glanced my way and caught my eye. He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and I knew he had done his job. I whispered in Elaine's ear that I was going to take a stool at the bar and that she was now on her own. 

She gripped me tightly with her arms as she hissed in my ear; "God, Jim! Please? No way! Not here with these animals!"

I patted her back as we danced and moved my mouth to her ear: "Honey! If you're going to be a slut, you have to learn how to handle yourself in situations like this! These guys all want to fuck your ass off, and that's okay, but you're safe here! Trust me! It will only be for an hour! You're going to make tonight very memorable for these guys!"

The music stopped and I took her back to our table and picked up my beer. Elaine swallowed half her drink in one gulp. Her seat faced the men as her back was to the bar where I was perched on a stool. She was staring down at her drink.

The guys looked tough, but Bobby had made sure every one of them was clean and presentable. The Country music started up and I thought I saw Big Mike nod at one of the men, who at once got up and went over to Elaine's table. "Care to dance, babe?" he asked in a rumbling bass voice, taking her trembling hand in his paw and pulling her out onto the floor.

They were alone out there, Elaine not quite coming up to his chin, even in her heels. It was a fast dance, and he was rather clumsy, not that it mattered. His eyes never left her body and he was talking to her all the time, but without a trace of a smile.

When the song ended, Elaine turned to flee back to her seat, but was stopped by another guy, who was smiling broadly. The music was a slow waltz and this guy folded her tightly into his arms, holding her right to his crotch, his leg between hers. It was a long number, and he was whispering down into my wife's hair as they danced. 

All the men where staring. They exchanged remarks and grins as they waited their turn. Elaine looked at me helplessly every time she was turned in my direction, but she finally just closed her eyes and let herself be carted around like a rag doll. It was very evident from the bulges in the men's jeans that they were all sporting erections at the end of their time on the dance floor.

For her part, Elaine's face grew more and more flushed, and I imagined all the nice things these guys were saying to her. Actually, she was holding up quite well, and I was very proud of her. Big Mike took a turn with her, and wasted no time grabbing her ass and pressing her loins snugly against his thigh. The guys all laughed, as this move actually lifted Elaine up off her feet, and the pointed toes of her pumps were actually dragging on the hardwood floor. 

She still had about fifteen minutes to go when the guys started their second turns with her. There was nothing but slow waltzes coming from the Juke Box, and every guy now gripped her firm butt with both hands and dry-humped her around the dance area. She had dropped a shoe and there were runs in both her stockings. 

I was just wondering if Elaine had finally had enough when Big Mike stood and came over to where I sat at the bar. "I think the guys are getting restless, man", he said quietly. "Your old lady has them pretty well worked up, and I think it's about time for the show, okay, buddy?"

It was a great deal more than a suggestion, and I heartily agreed. We stood up together and he slid a chair out onto the floor placing it sideways to the audience and motioned for Elaine and the guy she was dancing with to quit. I picked up her high heel shoe as I went to my wife and she fell into my arms. 

She stunk of cigarette smoke and stale beer, but that was the least of my concerns. For reasons that will be soon be obvious, I had neglected to tell my wife of the grand finale that was to come.

I grasped her shoulders and smiled down at her. She looked up at me with a look that would scare off a grizzly bear. "Jim! Get me out of here? I mean, now!"

I tried to give her a hug, but she was amazingly resistant. "Elaine, look", I said, trying to remain calm; "These gentlemen..."

"Gentlemen?" she hissed. "These bozos have been groping and humping around for an hour and you call the gentlemen? Jesus, Jim! One even came on my new skirt! Look at this!" She was pointing to a prominent wet spot on her Lycra mini that was the size of a small saucer. 

Shit! I felt like Sisyphus trying to roll the stone up that hill. There was nothing to do but come clean. "Elaine", I tried to whisper as the guys all began to scrape there chairs closer over the concrete floor. The sound reminded me of fingernails on a blackboard, and my wife shivered. "We have a problem." 




The Story of Elaine Ch. 04



The Story of Elaine: making my wife a Fuck-Toy

We decide to take baby-steps and we make progress

Chapter 4: Learning to Dom and to value a gem

I felt like a turd in a wedding cake as I followed Elaine into our house. She trounced into the foyer and threw her coat into the corner and then stomped up the stairs to the bathroom. I heard the 'click' as she locked the door behind her. A wise husband knows all to well when to leave well enough alone.

I slowly climbed the stairs, noticing that my wife had dribbled some of my cum on the stair carpet on her way up, a sad reminder of my recent debacle. Although I am still a teacher, I have also failed in several other enterprises, but glad to tell, I have also made over one and a half million dollars in the stock market, and our retirement is secure.

(For those of you who enjoyed my latest fall from grace, take note, and go fuck yourselves. I have been down before.)

I sat at the kitchen table feeling a tad sorry for myself, but at the same time wondering what in hell I was going to do now. "Jesus fucking Christ!" I exclaimed out loud; "I was doing so fucking well, too!" I got up and poured myself a Southern Comfort.

Sipping away, I almost didn't hear Elaine creeping down the staircase. She poked her head around the corner and looked at me. I smiled weakly back. "You know, Jimmy, drinking alone is a very, very bad sign? You want company?"

It's at moments like these that you realize just why it was you married someone, and that is what hit me then. I jumped up and caught her as Elaine scampered across the floor and jumped giggling like a schoolgirl into my arms.

I caught her and held her close to me as our lips met and our tongues entwined. 

We stayed just like that for several minutes, and my panic, but not my remorse evaporated. At last I broke our kiss and started to apologize, but Elaine placed her fingers over my lips, silencing me.

"Jim! It's not what you did that pissed me off, darling! It's that you didn't trust me enough to tell me about your little plan! God! I love you, Jim, and I always will! You know, I would have done it anyway, and that's the truth! God! Did you see those guys? Did you see those cocks? My God; if you'd told me to blow almost any one of those studs I would have loved it!" She paused and looked me right in the eye; "But only if that was what you really wanted and you told me to do it, Jim!"

It was what I wanted to hear. I stood staring down at her; letting her words sink in. Elaine had just told me once more that she was above all my wife, my slut, and my submissive slut-wife. I was speechless, and really, that was appropriate. There really was nothing more to say.

The last thing I recall of that night was Elaine slowly stroking my cock after we had made love. It was a fog, but I knew that it had been very, very good.

Birds were chirping and singing and the sun was blazing into our bedroom window and the clock-alarm was blasting me into reality the next morning. I was cranky from not getting enough sleep, but Elaine was humming to herself in the shower. We had only a short time to go before school was out for the summer, and both of us couldn't wait. Make no mistake: while we have no children of our own, we nevertheless cherish and nurture those entrusted to our care. But it had been a long and trying year, and we were both looking forward to summer vacation. (For those of you who envy the summer break teachers enjoy; go teach for a year and then come and talk to me)

I quickly logged on and checked the market, and put in several limit buy and a couple of stop sell orders, and then joined my wife in the kitchen.

As usual, she greeted me with a hug and a kiss. (Like Shakespeare's Juliet, she is as constant as the stars) 

Her hand squiggled down between our bodies and gripped my flaccid penis through my slacks. She broke our kiss and giggled girlishly as she took a step back posed for me. "What do you think of your little wife's new look, Jimbo?" Elaine spun around in her high heels. She was wearing a black knee-length skirt that I hadn't seen her wear in years. She had on a frilly white blouse and the outfit made her look more like a successful businesswoman than a teacher. "I didn't think it would fit, but I think it will be okay, don't you? Oh, and I have a parent, Billy Johnson's dad, coming in after school to discuss his progress. I might be a little late?" 

I nodded. The skirt was just a bit tight across her ass, but she was right; it certainly would do! I didn't have to ask what she had on underneath. She had already filled a grocery bag with her discarded pantyhose. "You look hot as hell, honey! Sexy as the devil, and yet totally appropriate."

We had coffee and a muffin, and afterward as Elaine brushed her teeth and fussed with her make-up, I went upstairs and got the Ben-Wah eggs and a small tube of antiseptic lubricant. Her purse lay open on the kitchen counter and I slipped them inside. 

When she came trotting back in, I told her about the vibrating eggs. "As soon as you finish your last class, go to the john and lube them up and get them deep into your pussy, Elaine!"

She stared at me and for a second I thought she was going to object, but then she softly said only, "Yes, Sir."

"Don't turn them on, of course! I just want your pussy packed while you're with your parent, and then on the ride home. Make sure you get the wire all wrapped up and into your panties! You don't want the control to drop out on you!"

Elaine agreed and we headed out to the garage. On the ride into town, I told her I wanted to join the club that Marianne and Adam belonged to, and wanted to talk with them about it. "Let's work on the application tonight. Can we have them out for dinner tomorrow maybe?"

Elaine nodded, not at all sure about this latest development. There was a long silence, and then she asked, "Jim? Do you want to fuck other women?"

"Not really, honey... no. What I want to do is turn you into a slut, and the club will provide you with a supply of eager cocks, and me with some good advice and help in managing your transformation."

She squirmed in her seat. "Oh" She shifted again. 

"Getting wet are we?" I asked her.

Elaine giggled softly. "A little, yes. I hope that you'll want to make love to me tonight, or just fuck and use me, Jim? I really love this, you know! I just don't think I'm ready for other men yet, you know?"

"You're doing very well, honey... very well, indeed!"

I dropped her off at her school and watched her cute little ass sway and jiggle up the walkway to the front door. There would be talk in the staff room today!

I drove on to my high school and walked in with more than the usual spring in my step. There was a note from the substitute in my box, which I tossed in the trash, and then I noticed Miss Thurston nervously standing off to the side waiting for me to get out of the way. 

She avoided my eyes as I came closer to her. "Hey! I ran across your friend, Bobby! Brought back some happy memories!" 

She just gritted her teeth and gave me a look of pure hate.

The day sailed by, and I wondered many times how Elaine was holding up and what kind of responses she was getting to her new look. 

After my last class, I drove to her school and waited for her in the side parking lot right by a window that looked into her room. She was still there sitting at her desk, with Mr. Johnson sitting across from her. I had to smile because it was very clear to me that she was having a terrible time struggling to sit still.

They were just finishing up, and they both finally stood up, Elaine smiling happily at him, as he looked her up and down. When they shook hands, he obviously didn't want to let her go.

Five minutes later, my wife slid into her seat and leaned over to kiss me. "What a day," she laughed; "I had lunch with Marianne, and she's really excited about us joining the club, and she wants to come over tomorrow after dinner to talk about it. Oh! But she wants Adam to stay home because she... ah has this guy that she thinks could um... help you. I kind of told her what we've been up to."

I was surprised. "You mean, she's bringing one of her Doms from the club?" I asked. Elaine nodded. "Well, I'm sure that Marianne knows best, honey, and that suits me fine. Now, if you can fish the battery pack and the wire out of your pretty little panties and hand it to me, we'll get going!"

Elaine struggled in her tight skirt and at last managed to extract the control and hand it to me. I placed it on my lap and had to smile at the wire trailing over to Elaine and snaking up under her skirt. I made a mental note to pay attention to my speed; this would not be a great time to get caught in a radar trap! Off we went. As we passed out of the city limits, I took the control and flicked it onto the 'Lo' position.

Elaine's reaction was instantaneous; her hips jerked up as the air left her lungs in a strangled squeal and her seat belt restraints went rigid. She panted a few times after settling back into her seat, her thighs pressing out tight against her skirt and her ass twisting and wriggling.

I let her have this stimulus for perhaps two minutes, then turned it off. "That seemed to go well, didn't it, slut?" I said with a laugh.

Elaine gasped out a "Yes! God, yes", and her eyes batted shut. "Oh! Yes, Sir!" She never really did settle down and was grinding her ass into the seat, but I gave her a few minutes rest just the same.

"Johnson wanted to fuck you, didn't he?" I asked casually.

Before she could answer, I gave her another low-powered stimulation and the vibrating eggs went to work. The result was a repeat performance, but I terminated it sooner, leaving my wife panting for more. She reached over and cupped her hand over the tent in my slacks. "Oh God, I need your cock, Jim!" 

"Did your new look get much response today, Elaine?" There were only six or seven men on her staff, and her principal, Andy Morris, was known as a skirt-chaser.

"Marianne knows something is up; she spotted me right away, and Andy made a few comments bordering on the inappropriate, but that was all. Some of the guy just stared at me." 

I quickly gave her another jolt and then just let her squirm. "Please?" she whimpered. It was clear that my poor wife needed release; but not just yet.

We drove on down the highway, and every so often I gave Elaine another wild ride, kind of experimenting with the different settings. By the time we were getting close to hope her cheeks were beet-red, her hair was disheveled, and her blouse had worked it's way out of her skirt.

When we were within a couple of miles of the house I flicked the eggs on and told her to cum, and by God, that was exactly what she did, yelping and squealing. I waited until Elaine was little more than a groaning puddle before I shut them off. She was all scrunched down and forward in the seat with her head thrown back and her tits were heaving. God, she looked gorgeous!

"I wonder what it would be like to fuck you while you had those things bouncing around in your ass?" I asked her. I got only a soft moan in reply. We turned into the drive and were home.

I helped my little slut-wife out of the car and into the house. It had been a wild ride and Elaine looked a little like she'd been through a tornado, but she still managed a weak smile. "I really am becoming your little toy, aren't I?" she whispered. 

We were standing in the living room and I gave her a hug and a soft kiss. I unbuttoned her blouse and struggled with the clasp and zip on her skirt. She got it down herself and I slipped her blouse off her shoulders as she gave her hips a wiggle and the skirt traveled in slow motion down to the floor. I helped her step out of it, then pulled down her pretty black panties and gently pulled on the wire connected to the eggs.

Elaine made a little squeak as they popped out of her smoldering, wet cunt. "Sorry, honey, but there just isn't room in there for all of us!"

She looked at me quizzically and I took her hand and headed for the kitchen and out onto the deck. She gasped, but made no protest as I took her over to the railing and bent her over it.

We were far enough away from the neighbors' houses, but if they spotted us they could get a good show through binoculars. I unzipped and freed my aching cock and pressed it into Elaine's labia. 

"Yes!" she greeted me and wriggled just enough to position the foyer to her tunnel at the head of my cock. She spread her feet a little wider.

I eased inside, and patted her ass. "Ah! Home sweet home", I whispered. Elaine needed it as badly as I did and without further ceremony I plunged into her to the hilt. I don't believe there had been a time in our relationship when I had ever wanted to fuck her faster and deeper and harder than at that moment.

My thrusts were so rapid and violent that my wife didn't have to move a muscle. She just shuddered and quivered and took it; a deep, hard ass-slapping fucking. I had not the slightest idea what the load limit was on that deck railing, but it was being put to the test. 

I started to throb and Elaine gasped, "Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!" just like a machine gun. I felt my shaft surge as my cock exploded, and blast after blast of my hot semen erupted into her clutching cunt.

My ejaculation was so powerful that I didn't actually feel her climax, but I knew that she had from all the noise she was making. I looked over at Dave's house and wondered if by chance he was watching this!

I leaned forward over Elaine's back and held her close to me. "You're going to make one hell of a slut, honey," I whispered, and backed out of her.

She gasped again and I heard a soft 'plop' as a gob of cum landed on the decking. 

"Come on, slut!" I laughed as I half carried her in the house. "Let's get you cleaned up!"

We showered together, Elaine grinning and humming; it was rather amazing to realize that she was now really and truly happy. 

We ate a quick dinner and then filled out the application form I had printed out so we were ready to post it online. The site suggested a picture, so I had Elaine get into her bustier, nylons and heels and I quickly snapped a few with our little camera. I picked what I thought was the best one and blacked out her eyes with Photoshop, and reduced it little, and we were all set. 

"Call Marianne, honey, and run this by her", I suggested and Elaine did so. Marianne had a couple of suggestions, and we incorporated them into the ad. Essentially, our ad described my submissive wife and requested single and married Dominant well-endowed males experienced in D/s to help a Dominant but inexperienced husband with his wife's training and to broaden her experiences and explore her limits. I noticed that the online template had spots for race and age preferences. 

"Elaine? What about men of other races?" I asked; "And what about age?"

She had gone with a black student at college; a guy from Trinidad, so she had been that route already and reiterated that race posed no problem. She glibly added that age really didn't matter either, but that fitness was very important. I added that particular issue and had her read it over. With the click of a mouse, we were swingers. 

"Do you think we'll get any replies?" my wife asked, and I broke out laughing. The whole exercise had made me incredibly aroused, and I wanted her again. I reached out for her and ran my fingers over the crotch of her panties. Elaine's pussy was dripping like a leaky faucet. 

I shutdown the computer and then stood and took Elaine into my arms. We kissed, Elaine hungrily pressing into me. She was really getting into this and I wanted to do something different. We parted and a smiled down at her. "Go upstairs and take off your panties; just your panties, nothing else. Then get up on the bed sideways on your hands and knees and wait for me!"

There was a tiny pause as she looked up at me, and I could see she was dying to ask a question, but she just nodded, and with a, "Yes, Sir!" scampered off upstairs.

When we bought the house, the former owners had left a ping-pong table in the basement, which we had never used. There was a set of four almost unused paddles with it. I found one that really did look to be in mint condition and hefted it in my hand. It had a red rubber surface with hundreds of raised dots and while not the best instrument for the use I intended, I thought it would do the trick. 

I took it to the main floor bath where Elaine kept a plastic bottle of alcohol and quickly washed off the handle, not knowing just where it might have been before tonight.

Elaine was perched sideways on the bed just exactly as I had instructed. In that particular doggie position, I really do not believe that there is a woman on this earth who could possibly look more appealing. She was filled with anticipation and was breathing deeply. 

Her eyes opened slightly wider when she saw what was in my hand, but didn't make a sound. I had the cuffs in the drawer of my night table and it only took a moment to snap them on her delicate wrists. I noticed that she was trembling.

I sat down on the bed beside her and ran my hands over her swaying breasts, surprised at how stiff and erect her little nipples already were. I gently pinched one and Elaine drew in a sharp breath but no more than that. For several minutes I just played with her tits, and the pace and depth of her breathing quickly intensified.

I shifted around so that I was squatting on my heels beside her, and slid my left hand down her smooth belly and over the fine fuzz of her mound. Even before I touched her pussy-lips, I could feel the heat radiating from her hungry cunt. I had the paddle in my right hand and gently began tracing over her ass. 

A tremor raced through her and her thighs quivered. "Oh!" It was a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and struck me as almost musical.

"Are you a slut, Elaine?" I asked softly as I drew the face of the paddle teasingly across her rump.

"Yes!" The reply was instantaneous.

"Say it, Elaine!"

"I... I am a slut! Yes! I am a slut!"

She was doing great. I was hard as a rock and was getting uncomfortable. I was going to have to learn to do a better job of planning ahead!

The fingers of my left hand gently stroked her puffy, wet labia and Elaine was panting softly as she trembled and shook. "Are you my slut-wife, Elaine? My fuck toy?"

"Yes!" she squeaked; "Your slut-wife and your fuck-toy!"

"Good girl!" I turned the paddle around so I was now holding it by the face and with the most gentle touch I could muster, traced the handle down the crack of her ass and as I parted her lips, pressed it softly into her dripping furrow. 

"Oh God!" she whimpered, pushing down and back against it. 

I slowly worked it into her entrance, and fucked her just a little with the end of it as the fingers of my left hand finally circled her clit. She began moaning and puffing like 'the little engine that could' and I could see that my wife could climax in a heartbeat. 

She whimpered as I withdrew the handle, and she pressed her cunt down into my cupped hand. I again too the paddle by the handle and drew my hand back.

Elaine paused, quivering, knowing what was about to come, I suppose.

When I finally swatted her right cheek, it was more playful than painful, but the paddle made a crack like a pistol shot and her hips shot forward. She gave a sharp moan, but that was it. I was strumming her clit as the next swat landed on her left cheek, and to my surprise, she began rhythmically humping my hand. This gave me a tempo and I started swatting her every time her hips thrust backwards, all the while diddling her clitoris as Elaine moaned and whimpered. 




The Story of Elaine Ch. 04



"Does my slut want to cum?" I asked her.

"Yes!" she squealed.

"Then cum, slut! Cum slut! Cum!" I said.

She screamed as she climaxed and I swatted her harder, maybe a dozen times as she was cumming. I stopped only when she had collapsed down onto the bed. I leaned over her and kissed her neck as she lay there, purring like a kitten.

I jumped off the bed and stripped out of my slacks, shirt and boxers, my raging cock grateful to be free. I wanted to fuck her more than anything, but wanted her to cum again with me. She had left the Ben-Wah eggs by the sink in the ensuite, and I hurried to get them. I also got the soft butt plug. Elaine and the plug were both about to mutually lose their respective virginity.

I had always wanted to fuck my wife's ass, but we had just never managed to get around to it, for some reason. It certainly was not Elaine's fault, as we had talked about it and it was a topic that didn't at all disgust her.

I returned to the bed with the toys, my cock leading the way. My wife hadn't moved and still lay as she had fallen, her red ass glowing.

Elaine opened one eye as I approached and cocked her eyebrow. 

"Up you go, fuck-toy!" I prodded her; "Assume the position!"

She raised her head, blinked once and then quickly rose back up and all fours. 

Her cunt was so wet and open that I was afraid there was no way the balls would stay put, but slid them in anyway, feeling her vaginal walls cuddle around my finger. Once more, I marveled at my wife's pussy. 

I took my time with the butt plug, because I really had no idea what I was doing. I coated it with the KY jelly and dabbed a little onto her puckered anus, just to make sure. 

Elaine flinched a little at my touch, but quickly stilled and appeared to relax. I gently placed the tip of the plug and whispered to her to relax and let it in. I applied just a tiny bit of pressure and waited. "Relax, Elaine," I repeated. I waited patiently for another few seconds, pressing just a bit more firmly, and then felt the plug ease inside. 

"Oh! Oh my God!" Elaine muttered as I slid it in until the bulb disappeared and only the base was left outside. "Mmmmmm my God! Oh! God!" Elaine panted.

Things were going even better than I had hoped, and she was beginning to display her familiar signs of wanton arousal. Up until this time, Elaine seldom had more than one climax in any one bout of sex. She was at last finding her true vocation, I thought. I switched on the eggs at low power and watched my wife squirm for a moment, but then quickly got up and went around the bed to her head. 

Elaine was staring up at me wide-eyed and with her mouth open. "Good girl!" I chirped; "Honey, you're such a hot little slut-wife and a gorgeous fuck-toy! Now, suck my cock!"

I only had to take a step forward and she rocked out to swallow my cock. Cuffed, she couldn't really use her hands, but she gripped one thigh in her hands and really went to work on my unit, almost getting it into her throat. I didn't have to move a muscle, and no words can possibly imitate the guttural moaning she was emitting as she sucked me. It was like being taken by a vacuum cleaner.

"You really are an amazing slut, honey! Just fucking amazing!" It was the truth! I really was proud of her. She was sucking like a woman possessed and had every orifice filled. 

I had to stop her before long, as I really did want to end this in her cunt. I stepped back, and with only a token resistance, she released her grip on my leg. 

I moved around that bed with the speed of a chimp and turned off the eggs and pulled the wire until the two ivory-colored ovals emerged. She was open and gaping and I slid into her easily, right down to my aching balls, and her pussy closed around me.

"When I slap your ass, I want you to cum, slut!" I gasped and started fucking her hard and deep; perhaps not as violently as I had out on the deck, but urgently. I was struggling for control, my lips pursed and my eyes squeezed shut, with Elaine rocking frantically with me. I wished it could have lasted forever, but I finally had to swat her hard just as I went off like a bottle-rocket, deep in her hot, tight cunt. 

My wife was screaming! She was screaming so loudly that I thought something had to be wrong, and I quickly slowed. But there was nothing wrong, and her throbbing cunt told me she was deep in her own orgiastic ecstasy. 

We lay cuddled together for some time; I don't know how long. Elaine was giggling and shaking me awake and asking where I had put the keys to the handcuffs. Her grin faded slightly when I announced that I really had no idea where they were, but as it turned out, we found them down at the bottom of the drawer. 

We showered together, lathering and laughing. "Did you like it when I spanked you, honey?" 

She had her arms around my neck and kissed me before nodding and exclaiming, "Yes!" 

"You came pretty hard that first time, while I was paddling you real hard, didn't you!"

"Yes, I did!" she agreed. "I don't know why, darling... I just did!" 

I looked at her and I wondered what experiences the swing club could possibly bring that would top today's fuck-fest.



The Story of Elaine Ch. 05



The Story of Elaine: making my wife a Fuck-Toy

The introduction to the club's best Dom

Chapter 5: one giant (and very surprising) step 

It really hadn't been all that late when we went to bed, but when the alarm went off in the morning to the racket some caterwauling C&W artist, it was not at all a welcome start to the day. I hit the snooze button and rolled over. The next blast was just as bad and there was no point in fighting it. I staggered out of bed and after a quick shower as a last-ditch effort to force a return to consciousness I made my way downstairs.

"Good morning, sweetie!" my wife chirped as I made my way, yawning, into the kitchen. 

"Good morning, slut!" I replied as she came to me and slipped her arms around my waist. 

"Looks like your slut-wife wore you out, doesn't it? She giggled.

"Keep it up, honey and I'll have you plugged into those eggs and you'll spend the day bouncing around like a jumping bean. I wonder how long those batteries last?"

She went up on tiptoe and gave me a kiss. "Don't forget that Marianne's coming over tonight, okay?" she reminded me.

The mention of Marianne perked me up a little; which did not go unnoticed by my wife. Elaine poured me a coffee and ran upstairs to dress.

I had a muffin with it, and then went back up to brush my teeth. Elaine was struggling with an earring as I cut through the bedroom. Sweet Jesus, did she look good, too. Her black skirt was a little shorter than the one she wore yesterday, and her red blouse was a real attention getter. It only revealed a tiny amount of cleavage, but it just seemed to invite a second look. "Wow! You look great, babe!" I said.

The drive in was uneventful, and for a Friday, the traffic wasn't too bad. I dropped Elaine at her school, once again watching her beautiful ass wiggle and sway as she went up the walkway. Andy Morris was just ahead of her, and he waited to hold the door open for her. I smiled to myself as I drove off.

The kids were spending most of their time going over year-end review sheets, and I spent most of the day entertaining myself with a variety of visions of Marianne bouncing around on a big stiff one while poor Adam was exiled to a distant corner, no doubt choking the chicken in solitude while his beautiful petite wife fucked her brains out.

When the imaginary videos playing in my head finally began to feature Marianne and me conjoined in every conceivable way, I figured I had better find something else to occupy my time. 

I have always been handy with tools, and it had occurred to me that I could easily make some interesting and functional S&M furniture that could masquerade down in the unused basement recreation room as futons, recliners, picnic benches, exercise devices and whatever. I took out a sheaf of graph paper and began to make some preliminary sketches as the grade juniors worked quietly away. 

My creations were simple and uncomplicated, but not at all crude, and I was happy with several of the designs, the best of which resembled a cross between a vaulting horse and a medieval pillory. It really was quite clever, I thought

"Hum... Interesting! Cool!" a squeaky voice whispered, not two inches from my ear. My heart stopped beating and my chest felt like it was packed with dry ice. Standing behind me and looking over my shoulder was the overly cute and overly precocious Betsy McAllister, pampered daughter and only child of the Reverend Charlie McAllister, who was none other than the pastor of Sunrise Hills Christian Tabernacle and a scion of the Southern Baptist Convention not only in our community, but in the entire State. 

She was fortunately alone there at my side, and I folded my drawings over and smiled up at her. "What can I do for you, young lady?" I asked quietly.

Betsy was grinning from ear to ear. "It's okay, Mr. H! I know what those things are! I'm cool!" She bent closer and whispered in my ear, "Stuff for weird sex, right?" 

Visions of my hearing for due cause for dismissal popped into my head, even more vivid than the ones of Marianne had been. "No, Betsy", I replied, forcing a patronizing and authoritative smile; "This is lawn furniture."

She had the audacity to pat me on the shoulder reassuringly as she placed her sheets of review questions down on my desk. As she pointed to the question she was having trouble with, she whispered softly, "Mom and dad do that stuff all the time when I'm away at youth group or at summer camp. I know, cause I set up a web cam and recorded them once. Now, I do it all the time. It gets pretty wild!" She tittered and the whole damn class looked up.

I just stared back at her. She had apparently forgotten what she was going to ask me and just slithered back to her desk. Every time I looked up she was grinning at me like the proverbial Cheshire cat. 

Three-thirty arrived and I felt the relief of literally being saved by the bell. I would burn the papers one day in the fireplace, but not before some of the designs saw the light of day as useable items in our personal dungeon. Just the same, I had learned two lessons; keep your personal life out of school, and never underestimate the resourcefulness of a teenager.

Elaine came down the walkway with her cute little boobies bouncing along like two frisky puppies. God, she was gorgeous. I glanced over at the staff room window where Andy was looking out and watching my wife, his hands shielding his eyes from the glare as if he were holding up a set of field glasses. Yes, I was really getting off on this. 

Elaine slipped into her seat and leaned across to kiss me with that cheerful, "Hi, sweetie!"

I kissed her back and told her just how much those morning and afternoon greetings meant to me. That was no bullshit. She clipped her seatbelt and away we went.

I was going to tell her all about the irrepressible Betsy McAllister, but she beat me to the punch. "I'm so excited about Marianne and Cleveland coming over tonight..." She began. 

"Cleveland?" I grimaced, interrupting her; what kind of a name is that?" (I was soon to gain a tremendous amount of respect for Mr. Clarence Cleveland and his classy wife, but you'll have to wait for that part of the story.)

"Jim! Never mind! Marianne really, really likes him, and she thinks you will, too!" my wife gushed. "She says he is the best Dom in the club, and that we are so lucky he want to come and meet us."

"You mean, meet you," I corrected her. 

Elaine paused and I knew I was the recipient of one of her annoying 'for assholes only' stares. "Sorry, honey; go on," I said.

"He wanted to know all about you, so Marianne filled him in," she gushed proudly.

"And just how much does Marianne know?" I asked, striking straight for the jugular.

There was considerable humming and hawing from her side, and then she took a deep breath. "Well, we had lunch together, and I told her a bit about you and about us, darling. I mean, she is my best friend!" I have never ceased to be amazed at the way women seem to think that that can explain away just about any indiscretion. "Besides, she had a prep in the afternoon and called him at his office, and he said that you sounded interesting and that he thought you might just be on the right track. He was really impressed about what you did last night!"

I turned at Elaine and just stared at her. "From now on, honey, you are to talk with me first about just how much you can go blabbing to Marianne, okay?" I think we both knew it was a hollow dictum, but I felt I had to say it anyway. As it turned out, tiny Marianne was destined to know each of us a great deal more intimately in the not to distant future, and yes, I mean 'know' in the biblical sense.

"Anyway, Jim, Marianne thinks that he could teach us a lot. She's pretty smart, you know!" Somehow, I had the feeling that something had already been decided. I was determined, of course, to have the last word. 

"We'll see, Elaine," I said. We drove on and I took advantage of the silence to fill Elaine in on my encounter with Betsy that afternoon. "We have to be careful, Elaine, " I admonished her. "Loose lips sink ships, you know!"

She giggled, holding her hand over her mouth. "They also raise nice big cocks!" 

There was nothing else to do at this point and I had to laugh. Besides, the driveway was just up ahead. 

I had to admit that I was curious about what tonight would bring. We had beef patties and scrambled eggs for dinner, as Elaine had fallen head over heels in love with Dr. Adkins; posthumously as it turned out. (Just the same, he made it to 72, and until I beat that, I'll reserve judgment.)

I watched her eating, and loved the way her beautiful mouth opened for every bite and then pursed shut as her tongue went swirling around as she delicately chewed. God, I was sure that my wife could literally raise the dead.

Suddenly, she swallowed and paused; "Jim? What do you think Cleveland will want to teach me... or us first?" 

It was one of those 'out of the blue' questions that no sane husband should ever, ever answer. But it just popped out, like it was the utterance of some mindless Jackass-In-The-Box; "How to deep throat a cock", I shot back, instantly wanting to bite off my tongue.

Elaine gave me one of those looks that could shrink testicles the size of walnuts down to raisins. "Oh?" she asked her eyebrows arching; "You don't like the way I suck your cock?"

"I didn't say that Elaine! I just want you to learn to take a cock all the way down into your throat, that's all! Every good slut should be able to do it! It's a skill I want my little fuck-toy to possess! And when it comes to sex, Elaine, I know that there is nothing you can't learn to do!"

My wife was instantly penitent, and swallowing her last bite of food, she stood and came round the table to my side and with her arms around my neck, bend down and kissed my ear, her talented tongue tickling my earlobe. I ran my hand up under her skirt along her stocking to the creamy softness of her thigh and toyed with her garter, feeling her pause for breath and shiver slightly at my touch. I slid my fingertips to the crotch of her panties and felt the hot moisture there. "You're wet, aren't you, my hot little slut?" 

"Yes, Sir!" she gasped, struggling to open her thighs against the snug fit of her skirt. "Oh God! I'm wet, Yes, Sir!"

"Because you're a slut, Elaine?"

"Oh God, yes; because I'm a slut! I'm your slut!" My wife really was making progress, and was finding it easier to slide into her new role with every passing day.

My cock was tenting my slacks, and if wasn't for the fact that Marianne and her Master were due in few minutes, I would have bent her over the table and fucked her the spot. As it was, I wanted her to look her best, and felt a strange desire to have her really impress Cleveland. I pressed my fingertips upwards against the wet gusset of Elaine's panties and relished the heat. "I want you dressed to kill tonight, my little fuck-toy! Understand?" I said; "I want this Cleveland guy to be impressed! Let's go!"

It might just have been my imagination, but I swear her hot cunt squirted a drop her juices onto my finger just as I lowered my hand. I watched her delectable ass sway before me as we climbed the stairs to our bedroom. 

We quickly showered and I watched as she put on her make-up, and I had her apply her eye shadow and mascara heavier than was her custom and selected her brightest ruby-red lipstick. Then I told her how I wanted her dressed. "Wear the seamed black stockings and one of the new black garter belts, Elaine! I want you in one of the black Lycra minis, too, and those pumps you wore the other night! I don't know what we can up top," I added, rifling through her blouses. "We're going to have to get you more clothes, aren't we!" I found a fairly sheer pinkish one that I knew would display her stiff nipples when the time came.

I quickly dressed and watched as she did as I asked, and after rolling on the stockings and fiddling with the garters, she paused and looked at me. "Do I look okay, Sir?" For the first time, I noticed a new and rather arousing change of tone in her voice. While her voice had a submissive, 'little girl' quality about it, there was also a more confident and smooth undertone there as well. 

Her seams were straight, and I nodded, handing her the blouse. "You're good to go, honey!"

"No bra or panties, Sir?"

I grinned at her. "No bra and no panties, slut Elaine! After what you told Marianne and what she passed on to Cleveland, the man will be expecting a slut, and I want you to outshine your little buddy, Marianne!"

My wife was having trouble getting the little back zip of the blouse done up, and looked to me for help. "Forget it, Elaine," I grinned, it will just make it easier for me to get off later!"

She wriggled into the mini-skirt and smoothed it down over her hips before slipping on her high-heels. She raised her head and look at me for approval. Jesus, my wife would have easily fit in to a line-up of Parisian whores! I nodded, "You look like a delicious, willing slut! Just like a whore! Wow! I am going to fuck you senseless after they leave, Elaine!"

She giggled, and we went downstairs. Ten minutes later, there was a car in the drive.

I went down the short staircase to the foyer. When I opened the door for our two guests, I got something of a surprise. Clarence Cleveland was not at all what I expected! He wore a dark business suit, and stood somewhat over six feet tall, with a powerful athletic frame and piercing dark eyes that seemed to bore right through me. Marianne made the introductions and Clarence shook my hand with a strong, self-assured grip. He appeared to be in his early fifties, with graying temples and a forehead slightly etched with lines. He struck me very much as a man who was used to giving orders and to having them instantly obeyed. 

Marianne was carrying a large bag from which she drew out a bottle of wine, which she presented to me as I turned and led the way up to the living room. Marianne took a seat on the sofa and set the bag down on the floor. Elaine stood nervously in the center of the room. "Clarence, I want you to meet my wife, Elaine", I said. 

He extended his hand and grasped hers, then bent at the waist and brushed the back of her hand with his lips. As he straightened back up, he looked her in the eye and gave her a warm, soothing smile. "I'm delighted to meet you, Elaine," he said softly in a deep baritone voice. "I'm afraid that Marianne's description of you doesn't at all do you justice! You are far more beautiful than she described, my dear!"

My wife was blushing, and smiled shyly back at him with a simple, "Thank you, Sir!" I knew then and there that we were sure to see much more of Clarence.

I quickly offered them some of the wine, which all accepted, and went off into the kitchen as Elaine offered them seats. They were chatting comfortably when I returned carrying a tray. It occurred to me that I should have got Elaine to do the serving, but put the though out of my mind.

"Jim, I'm pleased to tell you and your lovely wife that you have been accepted into the club, and that it is my pleasure as one of the officers to welcome you officially into our community." He raised his glass and proposed at toast; "To adventure and discovery!"

We raised our glasses and drank. 

I felt a strong need to assert myself and establish at least some degree of control. "Clarence," I began; "Elaine and I not only new to swinging, but also new to the whole D/s thing. We want to do this right... not make any more silly mistakes."

He smiled reassuringly. "Ah! Like the biker bar episode? That was a tad over the top, I must say, but the important thing is that you appear to have learned from it! That is what this is all about; learning! Your online ad is very eye-catching and believe me, you will be getting many responses. My advice would be to make very sure you are both comfortable with any and all of your partners. I have taken the liberty of printing off a list of Doms in our group who, in my considered opinion, would be very helpful and mentoring." He reached into his suit coat and withdrew a sheet of paper. "Of course, it is entirely up to you!"

"Oh, I think that would be great, Clarence! I would really appreciate some advice and guidance. Marianne has said that you are perhaps the most expert Dom in the club, and I think you could teach us a lot! Would you be willing to help us?"

Elaine was squirming in her armchair, and trying to catch my eye. "Do you have a question for Clarence, Elaine?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir," she answered me quietly and I nodded. She turned to him; "Sir? I am really so excited about what we've done and are doing... I mean... you know. I agree with my husband that you could also be a great friend to have as we go forward?" 

"Look, It's possible of course, but I want to be sure of a few things fist, alright?"

"Of course, Clarence," I responded.

He began with me. "Jim, what are your goals in joining our club? I understand that want to transform your wife, Elaine here, into slut and a fuck-toy, but where do you fit in?"

"I'm not a passive cuckold, Clarence, not at all. I do love showing Elaine off and treating her like a slut while others watch me, and I will want to watch and participate when I let others use her. But I want to always reserve the right to be her first Master!"

Clarence was smiling. "I'm glad to hear that! Jim, you can always make it clear right up front that you have the final say in any activities! You're in good company!" He then turned to my wife. "Elaine? What about you? What do you want from the club?"

'Sir, I love to be bad... you know... naughty; but most of all, I love to please my husband! I'll do anything to make him happy..."

"And are you also ready to please those men that your Master gives you to?"

Her eyes flicked over to me, but for just a second. "Yes, Sir!" she whispered, twisting in her seat.

"You like cocks, don't you, Elaine?" 

She nodded rapidly; "Yes, Sir!"

"You love making men excited and hard, don't you, dear? You like to suck and fuck a nice hard cock, don't you, Elaine?" 

Again, my wife quickly answered him, her head nodding enthusiastically.

I was sporting an enormous woody at this point and Clarence knew it. He turned to me; "So, Jim? Where do you want this to go tonight? What do you want?"

I didn't have time to think about it. I didn't need time to think about it! "To start with, I want to display my slut-wife to you, Clarence. I want you to see how hot my fuck-toy gets!"

He nodded. "I think I might enjoy that, yes."

Elaine was flushed and breathless as I stood and went over to her. Taking her trembling hand, I helped her to stand, and saw her that her knees were shaking. "Relax, honey!" I said firmly. "I want to show my friend just how beautiful my slut really is!"

I led her across the carpet and stood her about five feet in front of him. "Take off your blouse, slut!" I whispered.

Elaine instantly obeyed with a squeaky "Yes, Sir!" as her hands crossed and she quickly raised the blouse up and over her head. She didn't know what to do with it. "Drop it!" I ordered, and it fluttered to the floor. "Now show my friend how you play with your tits! Cup then and pinch the nipples for him; yes, like that! Good girl!" 

Clarence was watching with interest and Elaine was breathless in her excitement. I was behind her and had my hands on her hips. Without my support, I was sure she would have fallen. "You like to show off, don't you, honey?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir!" she whispered.

"That's because you're a slut, isn't it, baby! Say it!"

"I'm a slut, yes Sir! A Slut!"

"Yes, you are a slut! You're a fuck-toy! And now I want to show Clarence your pussy. So, pull up your skirt all the way to your waist and show my friend here what a sweet little twat you are going to be giving away!"




The Story of Elaine Ch. 06



Chapter 6: All the way into the club! (well, almost!)

The "Secret Garden Club" responds and we jump right in...

I awoke to the exquisite sensation of Elaine's fingertips stroking and strumming my fully rigid, tingling cock. While this had happened many times before, as I blinked awake, I quickly saw that my loving wife had never seen quite this animated on a Saturday morning! My wife had delicately removed the blanket and sheet covering me and was kneeling down between my knees grinning up at me like a leprechaun. "Good morning, sleepyhead", she cooed, her eyes sparkling, then came the head of my cock a lingering lick. "You're a good man to wake up to, darling!"

Once again, I was amazed. Elaine was more than enthusiastic! She was flushed with excitement and ran her little pink tongue across her upper lip in anticipation. 

Drawing in a deep breath, I grinned at her; "My dear Elaine, you are truly turning into one hell of as hot slut!" I announced, and I was indeed sincere. 

She grinned back at me and adjusted her position slightly, then opened her lips wide and with a swoop, dove down onto my cock, swallowing me whole, almost all the way to the root. She paused for a moment to concentrate and then swallowed me into her throat. The sensation was one of pure delight and was enough to make me gasp. 

Elaine's moan was stifled by my thick prick. I felt her fingernails gently teasing the tight flesh of my scrotum, and then she slowly rose up my shaft, gasping around the tip before plunging back down, all the way this time in one fluid dive, forcing me deeply into her throat. 

"Jesus, Elaine!" I gasped. "My God! You have no idea how good that feels!"

"Um ummm", she answered, and then ever so slowly let her lips travel all the way up my cock; gripping me tight as her tongue swirled and lapped. Her nostrils flared as she filled her lungs and then dove down again, burying my cock into her throat to the hilt. Jesus! What a sight! What a sensation!

I now knew exactly what Clarence had experienced last night, and marveled both at his stamina and at the fact that Elaine could take all of his huge cock down her throat! "Yes, honey!" I groaned, as my wife increased her tempo, fucking my raging cock deeply into her tight throat. Elaine's hair bounced as she bobbed up and down on my raging cock, swallowing me on every dive. I struggled for control, not wanting the delicious sensations to end, but it was just way, way too much! I managed to gasp out, "Yes, Elaine! Now!" and felt my cock exploding into her.

Elaine was struggling only a little as she gulped down my copious spurts. At last the spasms slowed and I opened my eyes to look down at her. She was still sucking and slurping away, almost as if lost in a trance! I watched her for another minute or so as my prick slowly softened, then reached down and patted her head.

Elaine planted a wet kiss on the tip of my unit before rolling those beautiful dark brown eyes up to gaze contentedly at me. "Did I do good?" she giggled, already knowing the answer. 

I grinned down at her; "Yes, honey! You did good! Very good! You did good last night, too, my dear Elaine, when you blew Clarence! You always were a fantastic cocksucker, honey, but now that you can deep-throat... Jesus! You're out of this word! Phenomenal!"

My wife blushed just a little and giggled. Then she looked deeply into my eyes. "Jim? Do you still love me? I mean, like always?"

I managed to twist around so I could hug her close and laughed, "Yes, Elaine! I love you! In fact, I love and treasure you more than ever! God! You are so precious!"

She cuddled close to me for a minute or so, and then raised her head. "Oh, God! Jim, we've got mail! I mean, from the Secret Garden Club! We got a few letters yesterday, but with all that was going on, I didn't even look! The mailman brought about ten this morning... he came early today for a change and I opened them while you were asleep! C'mon! I'll make you coffee while you look at them!" She tugged at me and I, with great effort, managed to get out of bed, grab my robe, and follow her downstairs.

After a quick piss, I pulled up a chair at the kitchen table. There were seventeen letters, and Elaine had set five of hem off to the side. "Those are for burning, darling; they're from young, ignorant assholes who think all they need is a big cock and I'll come begging! ... They're rejects!"

Just the same, I went to them first and read each one carefully. Elaine was right. Each one was from a twenty-something that seemed to think he would be doing us a great favor by fucking my extraordinary wife! They were all good-looking, well-hung young guys, but that was about it... there was absolutely no understanding of what Elaine and I wanted from them! I laughed and told Elaine I agreed with her. "Just the same, honey, we'll answer them all! I'll be honest and tell them why we are rejecting them ad they can do with that what they want to. Let's look at these others."

I took the large pile of the other twelve letters and started through them. I was immediately struck by their sincerity, openness, and frank honesty. Each and every one detailed exactly what their own areas of interest, experience and expertise encompassed, and what they could offer to satisfy our requirements! The men were of various ages, races and ethnic groups and as I was going through them, Elaine brought us coffees and sat down next to me, her hand dropping to my thigh. She just left it sitting there motionless. Had she stroked upwards, she would have discovered a rehabilitated hard-on. One of the letters was from Clarence himself.

She waited patiently while I read thought them all. The men were of various ages and races. None were what I would call ugly, but most were just run-of-the-mill common guys, although each and every one submitted a photo of a cock of average or better... some much better... than average. To my surprise, most all of them used Clarence as a reference. The old fox had been busy! All of the lot was acceptable to me. I looked over at Elaine and pushed the pile of letters over to her. "These are all good, sweetie! What do you think?"

Elaine took a deep breath and took up the first letter. The hand she had resting on my thigh came to life and began a gentle caressing motion. I resisted the urge to reach over and see what was going on in her hungry little pussy. I knew already!

Elaine's breathing betrayed her, as I knew it would. Her cheeks were rosy and she was shifting her position on her chair even as she sipped her coffee and tried so hard to maintain her composure. I was smiling to myself as she turned to me after the fifth or sixth letter.

"What are you grinning about? She asked.

"You!" I answered. "Jesus, Elaine, you think I don't know when you're getting turned on? You're dripping, aren't you?"


She paused, not quite knowing how to take me, and then sniffed, "You think I'm that easy, darling? You think all I need is a photo of a guy with a decent sized cock to get my motor running? You think just any guy can fuck me? Anytime he wants to?"

It was a bit of a test and I knew it instantly. "Of course not, honey", I answered; "What it takes is a guy who takes a look at you and is absolutely overcome with a desire... no... a need... to fuck you silly! A guy who finds you so irresistible that he's dying to satisfy your every need and desire... a guy who would crawl over a room full of broken glass just to lick your pussy... A guy who gets a rock-hard erection at the very thought of you... Who would rather die than go another minute without....

"Ok... ok, Jim I get the picture!" Elaine smiled. "You do know that I want to be a slut... But just for guys who appreciate me, okay?"

"And so it shall be!" I answered, imperiously. "Now, my dear Elaine, what one did you think was the best?"

Without hesitation she reached for Clarence's letter. In it, he had invited us to his home the following Friday for an "informal dinner". He explained that he would invite several heads of so-called "interest groups" and would like to introduce us to them, as he felt they might help meet our needs. These were really "clubs within the club" and would guarantee safety and discretion before we sallied forth on our own. I could understand why Elaine preferred to go this route. "Nothing against the others, Jim", she said, a little hoarsely; "I just trust Clarence and Marianne so much more at this point..."

I agreed. As luck would have it, or maybe not so much luck, at that moment the phone rang. It was Clarence.

He was in an exceptionally good mood and began for thanking me profusely for the pleasure Elaine had given him the night before. "You can thank her yourself, Clarence", I responded; "She's right here!" I handed the phone to my wife.

I did this for two reasons: first, I wanted to maintain control and assert myself; and secondly, to establish that I was more than a go-between... a pimp and a cuckold. 

Elaine took the phone and listened, blushing and stuttering. Clarence was a master and knew exactly what to say. After a minute, Ewlaine handed the phone to me.

Clarence asked if we had received his letter. I informed him that we had. There was a pause, but after all, the ball was in his court... he had called me! "What do you think, Jim?" he asked. "Will you accept my invitation?"

I smiled. "Yes, Clarence, we do accept. When and at what time?"

He wanted to explain and I let him. "Jim, I just wanted to get you two off on the right foot", he began; "I want you to have good experiences the first times... It's important!"

"Yes, Clarence, I know!" I responded; "So far, we've been very pleased! I want to work with my wife this week to make she's totally ready for this, okay? I want some piercing work done and also some depilatory work done, and we also have the issue of birth control. The Club also needs our medical stuff..."

This seemed to excite Clarence no end. "Just a second, Jim... I'm so happy that you're doing this... Wait! Let me give you some numbers..."

I motioned to Elaine for a writing pad and pen and she quickly got them for me. 

"Jim, take her to Doctor Wu... Here is the phone and address. I scribbled them down. "He is the best... the very best, and she will heal much, much faster! Actually, I used him for Marianne and also Susan, my wife, has been to him also." He recommended a doctor and said he would arrange something for later that afternoon. Clarence put me on hold and called him. The doctor would be in his office in three hours, Clarence said, and gave me the address. 

He repeated the time for next Friday, and wet into some details about what he suggested would happen, and asked for my approval. I excitedly gave it. Then I hung up.

Elaine was looking at me wide-eyed and with arched eyebrows. 

"We're on for next Friday, honey!" I announced. "A party at Clarence's.

She more or less got right to the point. "Umm... What's this about... you know... piercing and whatever? What's going on?" Her eyes were still open wide and she spoke quietly enough. Her hand was now clutching my thigh. She was obviously agitated.

I smiled my most reassuring smile and said, "My dear Elaine; You really are doing remarkably well, honey... way better than I ever could have imagined, okay?" She nodded, waiting for whatever was coming next. "I just want to work on your look a little... your appearance. Know what I mean?" 

She shook her head; "Ah... no... not really. What do you mean?"

"Well, you don't have much of a bush to start with, so it's no biggie, but I want to get rid of your pubic hair." She got that part and nodded. "I also want to give you a little gold clit ring... something to stimulate you a little... well, more than just a little. You'll be able to cum by just prancing around!"

Elaine was looking at me skeptically. "Will it hurt?"

"At first, yes it will. But you have a nice-sized clit and you always heal fast. Believe me, this is something that you'll thank me for!" I gave her a reassuring smile and she smiled back in return. "I also want to pierce your nipples with rings... and maybe a little chain." 

Elaine's eyes popped open wide again. She stared at me for a moment and then nodded slowly. "I guess I just will have to trust you, Jim," she whispered.

I hugged her close. "Yes, honey... Exactly!... You'll just have to trust me!"

Elaine raised her head and looked at me. "When are we going to do this?" she asked.

"Today... right now!" was my reply. "Go take a shower!"

I know that my wife wanted to protest, but she nevertheless just sighed and went upstairs to shower while I finished my coffee. I called Doctor Wu and as Clarence had assured me, found that he could take us anytime that morning. By the time I went upstairs to shower myself, she had toweled herself dry and was blow-drying her hair. She switched off the dryer and asked, "What do you think I should wear?" 

I was grinning ear to ear; "My dear Elaine... you're on a slut's errand... what do you think?" 

She swallowed hard and nodded, then went back to her hair.

I took a long, leisurely shower, and by the time I was finished, Elaine was standing in front of the bedroom mirror in one of the black Lycra minis, heels, stockings and a frilly red blouse. I would soon discover that she had not bothered with panties. She had applied a little more make-up than was really necessary for this occasion, but was looking very slutty indeed. My cock began to stir with a little twitch. She really was amazing!

I quickly got dressed and she followed me downstairs and out to the car. She was very nervous as we drove, but made no attempt to question me.

Doctor Wu's tattoo and piercing emporium was on a nondescript side street in the seedier part of town next door to a pool hall and a saloon. There were motorcycles lined up all along the block and I noticed that Elaine had also noticed them and she pressed tighter against me. There were some whistles and a few catcalls from the far side of the street.

Doctor Wu turned out to be thoroughly professional and my wife relaxed somewhat as he asked a few questions in a quiet, gentle voice with just a trace of an oriental accent. Finally, he led us back to a small room. I took a seat ina chair as he helped Elaine up onto the table where he would work. It really was very similar to a medical examination table, except it was angled so the patient was reclining rather that laying flat, and a spotless disposable paper sheet covered it. He very politely asked my wife to raise her skirt and remove her underwear. 

Elaine simply raised her hips and with a wriggle eased her mini up over her hips. Doctor Wu didn't seem at all surprised to see that he wore no panties. He guided her high heels into the stirrups and flipped on the bright examination light and adjusted it until it was focused directly on Elaine's cunt.

"Very beautiful!" he exclaimed, "You have a beautiful pussy, my dear!"

Elaine's cheeks flushed at the compliment. "Um... Thanks... Thank you, Doctor..." she stammered. 

I grinned at her. "See! I've been telling you that for years, honey! Now do you believe me? After all, Doctor Wu has seen a quite a few!"

He put on dark goggles and flipped a switch on the laser depilatory device. I had told him I wanted a patch left over Elaine's mons, and he traced the pattern with a sort of pencil before getting down to business.

Because Elaine's pubic hair, although dark brown, was very sparse and fine, and the whole procedure only lasted about forty-five minutes. Wu explained that he would like to see Elaine again in a couple of weeks to zap away anything he'd missed. Then it was on to the piercing. 

I took Elaine's hand in mine and held it while he did applied disinfectant to her genitals, paying close attention to her clitoris. He didn't use a local anesthetic but instead applied a white creamy paste which he said would so better. It was an oriental concoction. He waited a few minutes and then ran the needle through her clit and fitted the gold ring. From a drawer he took a small bottle filled with a paste made of vitamin E, ginseng and aloe root. He advised Elaine to keep he clit coated in this constantly, and that she would heal in four or five days. 

He then scooted his chair around until he was even with Elaine's tits and had her strip off her blouse. He nodded slowly, appreciating her twin puppies, and then went to work on her nipples in the same way as he had with her clit. A few minutes work, and my delectable wife now sported gold nipple rings. and with he same instructions. The gold nipple rings gave me an instant woody. My wife looked even more strikingly sluttish. It was $500 well spent! 

"Wow!" she exclaimed as she slid onto her seat in the car. "I can't believe I did that!" 

"Yep!" I laughed; "Just wait till we show your mother!"

Elaine's jaw dropped down and her eyes popped wide as she spun sideways to look at me. She paused; "Oh! You're kidding, right?"

I pulled out into the street and we were off to the next appointment, likewise arranged by Clarence. Doctor Geoff Fannon is a 100% legitimate medical doctor, as in "MD". He was also a member in excellent standing of the Secret Garden Club, and was about to give both of us a quick exam, draw some blood for tests and relieve us of the problem of birth control. (I had made the decision that I didn't want kids two years before we met and had had a vasectomy.)

"Sweetie, we're going to see the club doctor now", I smiled.

"Oh?" Elaine responded, her eyebrows arching as usual when she had a question. "Why? I mean... I feel fine! Really!"

"I know that, honey! But the club wants a medical and some tests. It's standard procedure... for both of us!" There was a pause as she considered this. I plunged ahead. "Also, there's the matter of birth control... he'll give you a shot of Depo-Provera... it will give you protection for about 3 months and will take a week to become effective."

She nodded silently. We sat in silence for a couple of blocks. I noticed Elaine shifting in her seat and so I just waited for the inevitable question. It came at last; "Jim? Are sure... really certain... for real... that you'll always still love me? I mean... this is really exciting me and that... and it really excites me... but... I really need to know!"

I was tempted to just give her thigh a pat and spout out the tired old clichés, but I knew deep down that my wife needed more. As luck would have it, we were passing a ballpark, and the parking lot was far from full. I hung a left at the next Intersection and went to the far end where there were no other cars. I parked and shut off the ignition and turned to her. "My dear Elaine, I love you now, have always loved you and will always love you forever." I planted a very sincere kiss on her lips and held her close to me. "I want you, honey! I mean, the real you! I love everything about you... even the things that annoy me sometimes... I wouldn't change a thing! I love making love to you and I love fucking you! I love you when you're demure ad innocent and when you're wet, hot, horny, and sluttish and just needing a good, hard cock! You've always wanted to be a slut... at least part-time, honey, and that's what I want, too! And, I love you for it!" I kissed her again, then held her at arm's length and looked into her eyes. 

She had a trace of a tear in her eye, but grinned at me just the same, and with as hand behind my neck, pulled me close to her again. We kissed and then she whispered, "I love you, darling, but I really need to know that you'll love me just as much when I'm being bad as when I'm just a goody little two-shoes wife! Okay?"

I really don't give a rat's ass if anyone reading this understands or not, but at that moment I felt n out-pouring of unconditional love for Elaine that has only been equaled a few times before or after. "Elaine", I said; "My dear Elaine... I love you with all my heart and I always will. I love you!"




The Story of Elaine Ch. 07



All the way into the club! (really!)

Clarence oversees our 'Initiation'; It was 'All the way into Elaine!' The "Secret Garden Club" responds to Elaine's 'Grand Opening'...

Sunday was a day of rest, but nevertheless my wife eagerly practiced her 'deep-throating' techniques; four times with the big dildo and twice on me. Elaine was diligent about her hygiene and followed Dr. Wu's prescribed regimen to the letter. 

Her cocksucking was better than ever now, and it was a thrill to see her enthusiasm as she swallowed my cock with almost no pause in her strokes. She took a nap in the afternoon and I took advantage of the opportunity to call Clarence. 

He was surprised to hear about the cop, and asked if I wanted to file a complaint with the Club. I told him that Elaine had actually gotten off on it, so that wouldn't be necessary. Clarence once more asked if we were both sure about our new journey, and I assured him that we both were. 

"Clarence, I know Elaine is ready to fuck you... but I'm not sure about any other men... I mean, I want this to be so good for her that she'll want more!"

"You'll just have to trust my judgment, Jim", he answered; "I know how important this first party is, believe me... I also know that your wife is a very hot babe, and once she gets going, she's a very willing and able slut! I saw that in her when she was blowing me! Trust me, Jim... I won't take her anywhere she doesn't want to go... not now... not ever!"

I was reassured, but wanted a bit more information: "Clarence, we're both okay with you... you know that! Elaine is just a little worried about the other guys... Like, how many are there going to be?"

"Only a few, Jim... Five or six... enough to satisfy Elaine, I think!" Clarence chuckled into the phone. "But it could be that if I sense that she's not ready, then she may not get fucked at all... by anyone... myself included! It could go either way! Jim, all of us... each and every one of the men I invite will have only one hope for your sexy wife: we all want her to have such a great time that every time she remembers this initiation, she'll want to do it again and again!"

"Thanks for that, Clarence", I said. "That is my hope, too!"

"You see, Jim; it's like this... I suggested this 'party' as a way of introducing you and my dear Elaine to some of the most experienced members in the club! And also members who I think will dovetail beautifully into your various desires and interests! These people are not interested in a 'wham-bam-thank-you-m'am' one-night stand! They will want to bend over backward to keep you and my dear Elaine in the Club! You'll see what I mean! All of them will be very considerate of Elaine's feelings and sensibilities, and they are expert at recognizing a newcomer's limits and boundaries." 

I was greatly relieved, and more than a little aroused by his comments, but he wasn't quite finished. "Jim, how do you feel toward Marianne? I was hoping that she could be your escort on Friday after we get started? She's very willing and has talked to Elaine about this arrangement already... What do you think?"

Of course I was okay with the arrangement and told him so. "Just the same, I'll talk it over with my wife. She can get very jealous, you know!"

Again Clarence chuckled; "Well, just reassure her, Jim! On Friday, my dear Elaine will be far to busy to notice much of what you and Marianne are up to!" Then he turned serious. "Jim? I want you to consider something else here, okay? Once in awhile, we have an initiate come to her initiation and... once they get started... they want more... more than just the one night. It's as if the floodgates open and they can't get enough sex... know what I mean?" 

I told him that I understood, and found that my heart was beating like a sledgehammer! 

"It could be that Elaine will be that way... full of repressed energy and lust. If... and only if... that turns out to be true in her case... may I invite the two of you to spend the rest of the weekend with us?" 

I considered this for a moment, and gave my consent. We said our goodbyes and hung up. I booted up the computer and checked our e-mail. There were several new responses and one that really got my attention; it was from Corporal Wolfe and was addressed to me personally;

Dear Jim,

Please accept my sincerest apologies for my behavior towards you and your wife the other day. I may have crossed a line, and if so, it is, of course, my loss.

Your beautiful wife is a real gem! I mean that! A real treasure!

I felt that we connected last Saturday, and I hope that she enjoyed the experience as much as I did!

If possible, I would like to meet with both of you again and pursue our mutual interests and desires. Who knows? Perhaps I can help you in your quest!

Elaine gave me some details the other day, and I see by your post on the Club's website that I have reason to hope that I can be of service to you.

I always respect my partner's limits as you know, and only seek mutual satisfaction.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely,

D.J. Wolfe

Cool. I liked the guy and wrote back. I knew Elaine would be all in! I asked him to set a date and let me know. I also let him know in no uncertain terms that I would be present at the next tryst!

Elaine finally stumbled downstairs, fresh from her nap, but still somewhat groggy. "God, Jim! That ring in my clit is unreal! I get a tingle every time I move!"

This was good news, and was exactly the result advertised. I told her that Clarence had called but didn't go into the details right then. "By the way, honey, I got an e-mail from Corporal Wolfe. He signed it 'D.J. Wolfe'... what does the 'D,J.' stand for? What's his first name?"

There was a long pause, and Elaine flushed. "God, Jim... I never asked him his name... he just took control... and... I mean... we just... you know... well..."

I laughed out loud. "Jesus, Margie... I really would prefer it you were on at least a first name basis with the guys you fuck, okay? God! You really are moving right along, aren't you!"

She gave me a slap on the shoulder for the jibe and went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. "What did he say in his e-mail?" she called from there.

"He wants to see you again, honey... no surprise there!"

"What did you tell him?" Her voice was tinged with a hint of anxiety. "Do you want a coffee, too?"

I passed on the coffee. (Jesus... I told you that Elaine was a real 'pleaser', didn't I?) "I told him to set a date and we'd see", I replied. "I told Clarence about him, but that I thought you liked him."

There was a long pause. "Oh?" she finally responded, sounding a little hopeful. "That's okay with you?"

"Of course it is, Margie!" I laughed. "I know how much you enjoyed the experience. My only condition is that I'm going to be there, too!"

The Kurig gurgled away and my wife came from the kitchen with her coffee and plopped down in the wingback chair we somehow crammed into the office. She took a sip, grinning at me over the rim of the mug. "Are you a little jealous, darling? I mean... you have a pretty good idea of how much I'm looking forward to this... this change? This new direction we're on?"

I pretended to think about it for a second; knowing the correct answer. "Well, yes... a little, Margie... a little bit... yes! I want to keep you always... you know that! Sometimes I get worried that some guy will come along and sweep you off your feet! I mean... it could happen! I don't fixate on it... I mean, I know it's a risk... but I am more than willing to take it! I just want you to always be having fun and loving the experience of living out all those dark fantasies of yours!"

Bingo! Elaine jumped out of her chair and bounced over to give me a hug and a kiss. It was a long, deep and searching kiss. A minute later she was on her knees and opening my robe. I was stiff as a tire-iron and she dove onto me, once more swallowing me whole. She assaulted my prick like a starving whore. Elaine's oral skills were always exceptional, but now they were beyond the pale. I doubt that there are only 5% of the female population that can suck dick as close to perfection as can Elaine. I made a mental note to continue to give her lots and lots of practice. Elaine looked so goddamn slutty with her head bobbing up and down on my cock while she held my balls with one hand and frigged her pussy with the other. In a matter of minutes, I felt that familiar stirring in my balls. Then my cock swelled in her mouth and I moaned as I blasted my cum into her mouth. Elaine swallowed it all down like a good little slave, her hand on her pussy now working furiously. She was still milking the last drops of semen out of me when her own orgasm hit her like a freight train. The look of ecstasy on her face was intoxicating and something I wanted to see again and again and again and again. I would not be disappointed!

When she was finally finished licking my softening cock I patted her on the head and told her she was the world's greatest cocksucker. "I want to be, darling! I really do!" she giggled.

I pulled her up and onto my lap. I told her of my conversation with Clarence and his thoughts about the weekend. Also, we discussed the issue of Marianne. I was relieved to see and feel my wife's excitement grow as we talked. Elaine was open to any and all contingencies it seemed, but wanted to wait until Friday before making any further commitments. She was more than okay with Marianne, but added that she would rather I just stayed with her friend exclusively... at least for now. 

Now I was hungry, but I didn't feel at all like making breakfast, so I decided we would go out to the nearest IHOP. My wife dutifully asked what I wanted her to wear. "Something racy, honey... not too over the top! It's a family restaurant!"

We ran to the bathroom and showered. I put on a shirt and slacks, and I watched as Elaine did her make-up, put the lotion on her slightly swollen pubes, rolled on her nylons and put on one of her new, short summery dresses and heels. She didn't look like a whoring slut, but she did look extremely sexy and 'available'. Perfect.

We didn't have to wait all that long for a table, and I saw how hungry my wife was as she gobbled down her food. Afterwards, we went for a drive around town and stopped at an amateur baseball game at a local park. There were maybe a hundred people in the bleachers and we had lots of room to ourselves and settled in to watch the game, which was in the second inning. 

"Nice to see you guys again", a voice whispered in my ear.

I swung around and was staring into the face of 'Big Mike' from the biker bar. "Well... hello there, Mike... how's it going?" I managed to croak.

"Not bad at all... can't complain", he replied. "The regulars are still talking about your little performance!" He turned to Elaine, who was also twisted around to look at him. She was blushing furiously. "You were quite a hit, little lady! Oh, yes!" He turned back to me. "I have a proposition for you guys! Want to hear it?"

I doubted that I really had a choice somehow, and Mike began: "I know you teacher-types are into charity, right? Well, the clubs in the area are having a big drive... a ride... to send poor kids to summer camp... cool, huh? Anyway, we could really do well with a show with entrance by donation... maybe a couple of hundred guys I figure we could raise one or maybe two grand at least!"

I felt my trembling wife press against me. "No can do, Mike", I explained; "We're in a swingers' club now and have to obey the rules. Besides... It's too dangerous!"

"Hey! I've heard about a Club around here! Look!" He dug in his wallet and pulled out an advertisement for the club; I'd seen the same ad in 'Penthouse' magazine. "Is this the one? I heard it was the only one around here! 

Elaine and I exchanged glances. "Yep! That's it... that's the one", I answered. 

And then Elaine piped in; "You could join, I'm sure, Mike!" she gushed a little too enthusiastically for my liking. Then she caught herself; "It's... like... a good club... Mike... and I... um... I'm sure you'd find girls... you'd... ah like, you know..." 

Make was thinking. "And if I did manage to apply and get accepted, would I see more of you, babe?" he asked, smiling sincerely at her.

My wife shot a look at me... a deer caught in the headlights. I had no intention of getting out of this one! She was going to be a slut, and needed to learn how to handle these situations. "Umm... well... it ... ah... would depend... we... we could consider it, I guess... right, Jim?"

I thought back to our night at the biker bar and the way Big Mike danced with her; holding her ass close to his crotch and humping her out on the dance floor. "Yes, Mike... we'd consider it... and another show, too, for that matter! Margie here loves to show off, don't you, honey!"

My wife gasped, but held her tongue.

"Great!" Mike exclaimed, extending his hand. "See? We could enclose the stage with Plexiglas... Your old lady wouldn't have to fuck any of the guys! I thought maybe... well... just you... and me... and your old lady here! A three-way!"

I am positive Elaine's breathing stopped. 'Big Mike' was a good looking hulk of a guy, and I thought that under different circumstances Elaine might have been hot for a little exhibitionism, but I didn't know if it was something she'd want to pursue. "We'd like to help out with a donation in the meantime... we could do that!" 

"Yes, we'd be happy to do that", Elaine chirped in.

"No problem!" Mike said, turning to her; "I just know how hot you got putting on that show and thought you might like the idea of showing off for a larger crowd... and taking it to the next level. You really are hot, babe!"

I glanced at my dainty and demure little wifey. I could see the wheels turning! She smiled weakly; "Thanks, Mike... but... ah... those guys are so... rough... know what I mean? I just worry... I... I don't think it would be safe!" 

Mike grinned; "Baby, I can make it safe... very safe! Nobody could touch you! Seriously!"

I was staring at Elaine and saw her eyes flick down to his crotch! Sweet Jesus! Was she really seriously considering this? "Well..." she said at last; "I guess we can talk it over, Mike... but I really doubt it... is that okay?"

Mike grinned and with a nod returned to his seat. I took Elaine's hand and looked into her eyes. "The thought of putting on another show and turning a bunch of guys on really gets your motor humming, doesn't it, honey!"

She snuggled closer but said nothing.

We watched the rest of the game and then drove home without mentioning Mike. We had a quiet meal and went to bed early. Elaine gave me a nice, slow and deep hummer, which made me drift off to sleep like a baby. 

Monday was a school day, but my classes were all into their exams. I spent all afternoon in my room marking. About two-thirty there was a soft knock at the door, and none other than Miss Betsy McAllister poked her head inside. She was obviously excited and was blushing beet-red. "Mr. H? Can I... ah... talk to you? Just... for a... a minute?" It wasn't like her to be shy, and I wondered what was up.

I nodded and Betsy came over to my desk after closing the door. She had paused for just a fraction of a second to glance down at the deadbolt lock, which was disconcerting, but to my relief she didn't lock it.

She drew in a deep breath as she came to my side. Opening her handbag, she fished out a small leather cardholder and opened it, then laid it on the desk in front of me. 

The card was in her name, no doubt about it, and it was legitimate. It was her very own membership in the 'Secret Garden' swingers' club.

"Betsy? How? How did you get this?" I stammered.

"Easy, Mr. H... I applied and was accepted. I started to protest, but she interrupted me; "I turned 19 almost 2 years ago, sir!" she smiled proudly. "I had rheumatic fever as a kid, and it set me back a couple of years".

"But... your parents?" I protested.

Betsy just giggled. "They're members, too, Mr. H! Just like you and Mrs. H!"

Christ on a cracker! The world really is full of surprises. I regained my composure... slowly. "Betsy... you have to understand", I began in my sternest tone of voice; "I can't fool around with you... you're still a student... at least for a week or so... besides... my wife and I are... well... we're into... something... else... sort of..."

"Oh! I know!" she giggled, and proceeded to unfold our ad from her purse; "I read your ad! Cool! That's what I want to talk to you about! I mean... you're cool, Mr. H, and I wouldn't mind fucking you... but... it's like this. It's your cute little subbie wife that I want! God! I'd like to make her my slut, too! Paddle her tight little butt... teach her how to eat me... god! Yes! Yes... eat me while you fuck her! Wouldn't that be cool?"

I stared at her... 'cool' was not at all the way I would have described it. I was absolutely dumbfounded.

Betsey was on a roll; "Don't get me wrong, Mr. H... It would be fun to ball you, too... but... god! Your wife looks so... so vulnerable... and hot! Really hot! God! I got sooo wet when I saw your ad! I just wanted to talk to you first before I answered your ad!"

I was still just sitting there; staring. "Yes... well... thank you, Betsy! That was very... thoughtful of you! We'll consider it..."

"Cool!" Betsy nodded. "And don't you worry, Mr. H... I won't tell anyone!" With that, she bounced out of the room!

Jesus! What a shock! I packed up my stuff and headed for the staff room, too distracted to grade papers. I wanted a cup of coffee. As luck would have it, the only other occupant of the staff room was the cute little blonde tart drama-teacher, Miss Tonya Thurston... my former student Bobby's former fuck-buddy, so to speak. Usually, the hot little blonde fucked-off the second she was within fifty feet of me, but this time she just sat there on the couch, and cocked her head to one side, watching me.

This was strange, and I tracked her out of the corner of my eye as I got a cup of java.

I was curious as the devil as to what was up with her, and took my coffee over to the couch and plopped down beside her, setting my cup on the aptly named coffee table.

She was looking at me, and I turned to her with a smile. "How's it going, Tonya?" I asked with a chuckle; "How is the status of your 'Rapport with Students' nowadays?"

"Absolutely great and above reproach, Jim!" she responded, not one bit phased. "It was a lesson well learned, Jim".

It was very strange, and I felt at once like a cornered mountain lion that had just discovered he no longer held the upper hand. "Well, Tonya... I am so glad to hear it! Good for you!" I smiled, and to my overwhelming surprise, the smile was returned. Now Tonya Thurston was a very desirable skirt, and I had, on occasions much too numerous to count, fantasized of tapping her with great vigor... but this was most unusual. I stared at her; much in the same way I had just stared at Miss Betsy McAllister a short while ago. I felt that my universe was somehow unraveling.

Tonya was still smiling, her gorgeous green eyes locked on mine. "I absolutely loved... loved... your ad!" she whispered softly. "I knew... I mean... I really knew that I could somehow get you back! Jim... you really fucked with me... I thought I could lose my fucking job!" she spat... she was spitting it out under her breath; "I learned my lesson, Jim... I joined a swing club... and guess what? I get the latest 'Garden Gossip News' and lo and behold... an ad... featuring your prim and proper conservative church-lady wife... my dear Elaine! What a fucking revelation! Wow! A gift from the gods! You, mister! You... want to turn her into a slut... a slut like me? You're a fucking hypocrite! God! Jim, you're a fucking hypocrite and a joke! Well... I plan on answering your ad, Jim... and you're going to accept my proposal! You want a slut? Well then... you're going to answer my ad... and I'm going to really enjoy having you fuck me... over and over... in front of your little bitch wife, Jim! How do you like that?"