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Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 01

By: KKHowling



This story is a continuation of the Wives' Club, Inception series. It isn't intended to be a stand-alone story, but rather a chapter in a larger one. 

Thanks and enjoy,

KKH

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"Twice?" Tracy squealed. "You sucked his dick twice? Oh my God, girl! You're going to wear the poor boy out. Don't forget," she added, "the rest of us still need to use him from time to time!"

Cathy could feel a slight warm flush in her cheeks. She didn't know why. Her description of what had happened had been pretty direct. And Tracy , while obviously enjoying all the details, clearly hadn't been surprised at anything Cathy said. But when Cathy had told Tracy she had had such a good time she had gone back for seconds, that's when Tracy 's eyebrows had shot up.

Why did Cathy feel embarrassed about that? Because it was okay to be a bit greedy about sex, but not about cocksucking? At least not as a woman? Or because she was more or less admitting just how much she craved it?

Cathy had left Tony's apartment and called Tracy from her car. Tracy wanted a full report and offered to meet Cathy at her house. Now, less than an hour since she had left Tony's and with the aftertaste of his cum still in her mouth, Cathy faced her friend across the table and tried to describe the encounter. 

It wasn't easy. Tracy simply did not understand what it was like to want to suck cock; to get off on it. And Cathy didn't know how to explain it to her. How do you tell somebody about why you like it when you don't know the reasons yourself? 

Cathy loved sucking cock. That was just the way she was wired. Tracy didn't particularly like it--that was how she was wired. It was like trying to explain what appealed to her about the flavor of a favorite food--to a friend who didn't like it, no less. Maybe there was some medical or genetic or other scientific explanation, but not one that mattered in the context of conversation.

Cathy did find this kind of open, direct conversation stimulating though. Even if there was no real way to explain the 'why' of it, she could still enjoy talking about things in an uninhibited fashion.

"So you're going back next week?" Tracy asked. 

"We'll see" Cathy replied, noncommittal. She knew damn right well that she couldn't wait to suck that long, thick cock again, but she didn't want to seem too eager. She wasn't sure why that was still important to her. She'd pretty much already told Trish and Tracy how much she loved it.

"You're going," Tracy laughed with a knowing look. Cathy opened her mouth to protest, but Tracy cut her off. "Hey, it's okay." she told Cathy with a grin. "It's not like I would pass on my turn! God, I love it when he grabs my hips and pulls me onto that big, hard thing of his! And you sucked him twice! Twice!" she added. "You love having in your mouth as much as I love it in my pussy!"

"Okay," Cathy said with a smile of her own. "Let's just say that I'm seriously considering it." She tried to look Tracy in the eyes as she spoke, but had to smile and look away. 

That second time with Tony had been heaven. She had sucked and sucked and sucked. She had loved every moment of it. She had cum a couple more times with that wonderful cock in her mouth. And when he finally came, it was a much smaller load, but his orgasm was much more intense. He had almost fallen off the sofa, his hips bucking and back arching with the pleasure she provided. Cathy felt herself getting wet again simply thinking about that incredible moment.

"Uh huh," Tracy laughed again. "Are you talking about this afternoon or next week?"

"Okay, okay!" Cathy laughed with her friend. "It was frigging awesome and I can't wait to do it again. Okay?"

"That's the spirit! Now you're one of us!" Tracy said with a smile. That remark made Cathy wonder.

"So what are we?" she asked Tracy .

"Huh?"

"You said I was one of you," Cathy said, not really sure where she was going with the question. "So what are we?"

"Good question," Tracy conceded. "I'm not sure. Me? I'm a woman who married a nice guy who just doesn't have a big enough dick to really rock my world. I guess your situation is similar. Your husband is good to you in most ways, but there's something you aren't getting from him." Tracy paused for Cathy's reaction. Cathy nodded, indicating her concurrence. 

"Then there's Trish, and I don't know what to call her. The ringleader? She's the one who gets off on making it all happen. Watching everybody else do their thing. Even watching herself." Tracy shrugged. "I think the videos are just a by-product of that. She doesn't want to have sex, she just wants to see other people having sex. Videos are the easiest way."

"Yeah, okay," Cathy said slowly, digesting Tracy 's assessment. "But collectively, what are we?"

"I don't follow."

"Are we some sort of organized sex syndicate? Or are we just some horny wives looking to fill in some needs?"

The two women looked at each other in silence. Cathy was reasonably sure that Tracy knew the answer. They both probably felt like horny wives, but there was clearly much more to it than that. Neither one wanted to necessarily be involved in the bigger picture. That just came with the package. 

At the same time, both were benefitting from Trish's clandestine operation. Both knew that that was part of what made the situation as stimulating as it was. Tracy had said as much herself. She could find a guy with a big dick to fuck her, but it wouldn't be the same as what they had through Trish's set up.

"Okay," Tracy said slowly. "Let's say we are a bit more organized than some cheating housewives. So what? Does it make it any more wrong? Or," she added before Cathy could respond, "would it be any less wrong if we were just having affairs?" Cathy shrugged.

"I don't really know what I was getting at," she admitted. "It just seems like we're, I don't know, involved in something that's..." Cathy faltered, unable to conjur up the word that described the situation adequately.

"I think I know what you mean," Tracy admitted. "But," she shrugged, "it is what it is. And it works for me. More than just an affair would." She paused, searching for words.

"I never cheated on my husband before this," Tracy said after a moment. "And I probably wouldn't have with just a guy who hit on me or something like that. I guess because it's kind of organized and all, with no emotional involvement, it just seems more okay. Weird, huh?"

"Yeah," Cathy agreed automatically, not because she understood what Tracy was telling her. 

"Trish lured me in with those tapes," Tracy continued. "And once you see that... well, once I saw that big dick of Tony's... It was only a matter of time. I hadn't had a big one like that in me in so long and I had almost forgotten how incredible it made me feel."

It was Cathy's turn to raise an eyebrow. Tracy was, after all, fairly petite, three or four inches shorter than Cathy. She was also a thinner build. How could a tiny thing like her need so much man up inside her? Since the conversation was pretty wide open, Cathy asked her.

"I don't know. I had a friend who was almost six feet tall who didn't enjoy sex with a guy bigger than six or seven inches. She said it hurt her. Me? I don't know. Six or seven just barely gets my attention. I don't know what it is. Maybe there isn't any relationship between height and how, uh, deep you are? Or maybe I just want to be stretched out and pounded and she didn't?" She looked at Cathy as if to see if that answered the question.

Cathy nodded. It was another one of those things that it was fun to talk about, but not really possible to dissect or define in any real terms. She went back to her original question.

"So, what are we then?"

"I guess we're the sex syndicate," laughed Tracy . "Unless you have another option, that is."

"No," Cathy smiled as she shook her head. "The W.S.S. The Wives Sex Syndicate." They both laughed.

"Yeah," chimed in Tracy . "Or S.O.W: Sex Organization Wives." Cathy laughed and thought for a few moments.

"W.A.D.S.: Wives Association of Dick Suckers!"

"Speak for yourself!" Tracy shot back, laughing. "I'm in it to get laid!"

"Yeah, and Trish is in it to masturbate," replied Cathy. "But all three of us are sucking his dick." They both laughed.

"Okay, you got me there," Tracy conceded. "WADS does have a ring to it. But maybe something a little more discrete?"

"Like what?" Cathy asked. They both sat in silece for a moment, before Tracy came out with a name.

"How about "Wives' Club?" she suggested. "And by club, of course, I mean Tony's cock!" They both smiled and shook their heads.

"Not very catchy. Kind of bland, not all that exciting," Cathy said. "So really, it's perfect."

"The full name, of course," said Tracy , "is the Wives' Club of Organized Cocksucking, Fucking and Videotaping. What's that? W.C.O.C.F.V." They laughed. "Okay, it's an acronym you can't pronounce. But it nails it down pretty good, don't you think?" Tracy asked. "And Wives' Club sounds harmless."

"That's the real selling point," Cathy laughed. "I can't really tell my husband I'm going a Cocksucking Wives Association meeting, but Wives's Club, that I might get away with!" They both cracked up again.

"Okay," said Cathy, sounding more serious than she intended. "We have a name. What next?" Tracy looked at her, apparently not understanding the question.

"I guess we just keep doing what we're doing and leave the rest up to Trish," Tracy replied with a shrug. "A good fuck once a week and a new video or two... that's fine with me. You?"

"Yeah, sounds good to me. It's just," Cathy paused, feeling embarrassed again. "What if Tony would let me, you know, take your place when it's you're turn to give him a blow job?"

"Hon, I'd give it to you in a second!" Tracy said with a wave of her hand. "But I don't think he'd go for it. And even if he would, Trish wouldn't. Trish doesn't like doing it, so there's no way she'd let me get out of it."

"Well, I'd take her turn too!" Cathy said with a slight laugh.

"Nah, he likes making her do it. He likes making me do it too. He gets off on it," Tracy said, shaking her head. "He knows Trish and I would stop right now if it were up to us. So he has that power over us. And he knows you'll be back voluntarily. Get it?"

Cathy understood perfectly. And it wasn't that she hadn't thought of that. It was really a matter of trying to make an excuse to suck Tony's cock more often. She was, she realized, still riding pretty high after sucking him off twice that afternoon. Maybe after she had a chance to calm down a bit, the desire to see him more frequently would fade. Or maybe, once she was in a regular routine like Tracy , the feeling that it wasn't quite enough would go away. 

It was, Cathy reminded herself, an all you can eat buffet. She could go back as much as she wanted. There was no reason to fill her plate to overflowing on the first trip.

"Besides," continued Tracy , "Trish hates it way worse than I do and I'll gladly keep doing it if it means she has to too!" She snickered. 

"How about her and her husband?" Cathy asked.

"Yeah, that's pretty funny too," Tracy grinned. "I'd love to see a video of that! She's admitted to blowing him two or three times a week, which means she's probably had to do it at least four or five!" Tracy seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of pleasure in Trish's humiliation. There was obviously quite a bit of bitterness between the two, despite the mutually beneficial arrangement they had.

"Four or five times a week?" Cathy mused aloud. "I've given three blow jobs in two plus weeks--and I want to do it!"

"Yeah, unfortunately," Tracy said, "you got a guy who loves to spread it around and he's got plenty of opportunity. Hell, the three of us are half his week, not to mention any of the register girls he sets up for Trish. And honestly, I think he's nails most of them before he gets them to do it in the store." Tracy shrugged. "It's not like I wouldn't go over there two or three times a week if it was an option!"

"Yeah, but," Cathy protested weakly, "he does prefer getting older women to suck him off."

"Maybe," Tracy said, unconvinced. "But he's like a dog marking his territory. He wants to cum in as many women's mouths as he can. Yeah, he may want you, me and Trish on a regular basis because of that. But he's still going to get as many of the girls in the store as he can. Believe that. And," Tracy added with a warning wag of her finger, "if it came down to chosing between you and another 'older woman' that hadn't sucked his cock, you'd lose out."

"I don't know." Cathy heard the truth in Tracy 's words, but at the same time felt her skill and enthusiasm had to count for something. "He seemed pretty impressed with me."

"Maybe, but he's already had you. If it was a choice between two women he'd already had, then how good you did him might matter. It's a conquest thing. Guys can't resist the temptation of something new and unknown." Tracy looked right into Cathy's eyes and Cathy had to look away. She knew Tracy was saying was right. It was just a bit sobering to think that she could give such effort to getting a man off and still be no more than just another cocksucker to him.

Not that she wanted anything from Tony. He was just a convenient place to get something she wanted. At the same time, she thought what she did was special, better than the average woman could or would do. However, there was no particular recognition of that if what Tracy said was true. He would just as soon have his cock sucked by someone new--might prefer it--to a blow job from her, no matter how well she had satisfied him.

It scared her a little to think that even this early in the game, she was already more dependent on him than he was on her. He could and did get his dick sucked elsewhere. But for her, he was the only game in town. What if she got into a routine like Tracy and then had it yanked away?

Cathy remembered her frustration when her college boyfriend Tommy had flown half way across the country for a job interview. He was gone less than a week and it seemed a year. But that was nothing compared to the gut wrenching jolt she got when he told her he had gotten a job offer out there and was planning to take it. 

Cathy still had another year of school left. She didn't know if she and Tommy had a future beyond college. She thought about it often, but never really assumed there would be. But the idea of losing him--losing his wonderful cock, more importantly--left her feeling very empty. She could feel a similar situation, albeit on a much smaller scale, building here. Her desire to suck their cocks was greater than their desire or need to have her suck them. It was a dangerous place to be.

Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 02



"Are you sure this is safe?" Cathy asked Trish. "I mean, having this around seems pretty risky."

"Don't worry," Trish said, sitting in front of Cathy's computer, her attention more on the screen than on her friend's question. "That's why I'm setting this up for you. You won't keep any of this in your PC. I'm setting you up to get into a server where you can keep it all. You can access it any time you want and there's nothing actually on your computer for your husband to stumble across. It's all password protected too, just in case you were worried about that." Trish clicked a few things on the screen as Cathy watched, still doubtful.

"I have to tell you," Trish said as she continued to click away. "You were incredible again. I watched both blow jobs about five times each. You really do love it, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah," Cathy said, still much more concerned with what Trish was doing with the computer.

"My favorite part was at the very end when you thanked him! That was priceless." Trish frowned at the screen, typed a few characters and clicked again. She turned to Cathy. "And you were sincere. You were grateful to him for cumming in your mouth. That was great."

Cathy hadn't thought about it, didn't even remember doing it, but if she had, she had meant it. It had been good, like it had been back in her college days. 

There was, however, some underlying tone in Trish's voice. Cathy wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't anything good. Was Trish insulting her? Mocking her? Looking down on her? 

It didn't seem to be anything that strong, but still there was something there. Cathy recalled several instances over the last couple of weeks where Trish and Tracy had been at each other. Cathy wasn't sure what the true root of it was, but it seemed to stem from the whole sex and video arrangement. There was some sort of bitterness in Trish that Cathy had never seen before. Not like this, anyway.

In their regular gossip sessions, Trish could be rather scathing in assessment of others. But she had usually done so in a humorous context. Sure, what she was saying could be construed as vicious, but mostly the two of them just laughed about it. Now Cathy was seeing hints of the same thing, but without the humor. And it wasn't directed at a third party, but rather right at her and Tracy.

"Okay, here you are," Trish said, nodding toward the computer screen. "You have all the videos here in the server. Eventually, I'm going to set up a shared server for the three of us, but for now you'll have to upload new ones from disks. I'll burn copies and give them to you. You'll upload them on here and then destroy the disk." Trish ran through the process once, then had Cathy do it once herself. It was simple enough and Cathy quickly got the gist of it.

Cathy still had concerns though. She didn't bother talking to Trish about it. Trish would insist there was no chance of discovery and would talk down to Cathy. No, Cathy would wait until she left and call Tracy . In the meantime, there was still Trish's bitterness to delve into.

"So did you really call Tony and tell him not to fuck Tracy? Tell him to have her give him a blow job?" She asked.

"Yeah," Trish said with a snort. "She thought it was so funny that I had to suck Ed's dick."

"So you called Tony to get even?" Cathy didn't like the sound of Trish's voice. Trish didn't seem to think there was anything even mildly wrong with what she had done.

"I know she doesn't like sucking dick either. She could have been a little more sympathetic."

"If she did something else to make you mad," Cathy asked, "would you do it again?" It was a power that Trish had over Tracy and could just as easily hold over Cathy. What would happen if Cathy did something to anger Trish?

"Oh, I think she's learned her lesson," Trish replied. Her words had an air of finality about them, as if there was no doubt that the situation could never occur again. Trish obviously had not considered that Cathy might feel vulnerable to the same kind of retaliation.

"So what's happening with you and Ed now?" Cathy was wondering if it was wise to pry into this delicate matter. But she was very curious and also it would be better to test Trish's limits early on, before she got too used to her extramarital pleasures. Trish did shoot her a suspicious glance before answering, Cathy noticed.

"Not much," Trish replied dryly. "He still tries to use the video as leverage, but it's not as effective as it was. There was a point I really thought he might divorce me and, with that video, he would have me nailed to the wall. I'd lose big, I'm sure. But now," Trish shrugged, "he's made it obvious that he doesn't really care about me or what I do. As long as I give him a bj once in a while."

"But I thought..." Hadn't Trish said she was blowing him several times a week.

"That I had to blow him almost daily?" Trish finished for her. Cathy nodded. "Yeah, I say it so I can see Tracy 's reaction. So far she's been smart enough to keep from laughing in my face again. But we know what'll happen if she fucks up. Maybe it'll be a month on her knees next time." Trish flashed a sour smile. It made Cathy's stomach flip-flop.

"Why's it so big a deal?" Cathy pressed. "I mean, so what if she laughs. It's not like we aren't all getting something good out of this, right?"

Trish turned and faced Cathy, looking directly into her eyes. Cathy was a little surprised by the intensity of her gaze.

"I don't like having to do it. It pisses me off. Yeah," she said with a wave of her hand toward Cathy's computer, "I kinda like seeing it afterward. But that doesn't change the fact that I don't like doing it."

" Tracy doesn't like it either," Cathy replied. "But I don't think she would do something to hurt someone else over it."

" Tracy has her issues with it," Trish said. "But for the most part, she's okay with it. Maybe the taste of cum puts her off a little. Maybe she'd rather get laid. But that's all it is for her."

"So why's it so different for you?" Now Cathy was genuinely curious.

"It's the power thing," Trish said simply, as if that explained everything. Cathy looked at her, uncomprehending. "You give a man power. You're being his servant. I don't think there's a man on this planet that has the right to stand over me, stick his cock in my face and tell me to suck it."

"Wow," Cathy didn't really think of it as a negative thing, being a man's servant in that context. Not that she didn't understand Trish's point of view, it just wasn't a problem from Cathy's perspective. "So every time Tony makes you do it, it's like... like... an insult or something?"

"Insult?" Trish raised an eyebrow. "No. Well, maybe. It's humiliation is what it is. You'll notice that anymore he always wants me on my knees while he's standing. He'll let you blow him on the sofa and Tracy 's done him in bed and on the sofa and other places. But not me." Trish gave a significant look to Cathy. "He knows. He knows that more than anything I don't want him standing over me. He knows I hate to be on my knees, like I'm groveling or something. So that's what he does."

"That's what really puts you off about it?" Cathy asked. She wasn't really surprised. Trish was a bossy, take-charge type. Any challenge to her authority would likely ruffle her feathers. To submit to what amounted to humiliation in her mind was especially difficult.

"That's the biggest thing," Trish said. "But the rest of it's not so pleasant either. The taste of cum and the swallowing, that's pretty fucking bad too. And just knowing that he's enjoying it all the more because I don't like it... How the hell am I supposed to feel about it? Seeing that shit-eating grin of his and knowing I'm going to have that taste in my mouth for hours?"

Cathy thought back to the video she had watched at Tracy 's. Trish had looked quite willing. Perhaps that was an act, something she did for her own benefit for when she watched the video later. Or maybe a little humiliation turned Trish on. It was something she would never have done on her own. She needed to be pushed, nearly coerced into doing it. But once she had, maybe she there was some thrill she got from it. And of course, if that was the thrill, being forced against her will, then Trish would have to maintain that she didn't like it. If only to keep it exciting for herself.

"Is it like that even with Ed?" Cathy asked. Trish shot her a sharp look, then shrugged.

"He knows I'm not doing it willingly," she answered. "I mean, there was a time when I'd do it for him once in a while, just to make him happy. But those days are long gone. It's not the same now as it was then. We just don't give a shit, I guess. So, if it weren't for that video, I wouldn't be blowing him either."

"But does it--I don't know-- bother you the same as with Tony?" Cathy persisted.

"Nah, it's not the same. Tony is all about the humiliation. For him, it's as much about seeing me on my knees as getting his dick sucked. Ed just wants to get a blow job. He's got at least as much on me as Tony, but he doesn't use it the same way. He knows I don't like it and he's almost apologetic that he's got me doing it. Tony, he gets off on making me do it, 'cause he knows I don't like it. The fucker came all over my face one time. Seemed like buckets of the shit. I had to act like I liked that better than him cumming in my mouth. Just so he wouldn't be encouraged to do it again."

"Huh?" Cathy looked at her in confusion. Trish explained.

"If he knew how goddamn degrading it was to me, to have him shoot his load all over my face like that, well... He'd cum in my face every time. I made like it was better than having to swallow the shit, 'cause I'd rather swallow it than have it squirted in my eyes. Reverse psychology." Trish gave Cathy a long look. "You probably wouldn't think it was that bad, would you?"

Cathy thought for a minute. She had let Tommy, her college boyfriend, shoot his load in her face a few times. It had been exciting at first, maybe because it was something new. But they both preferred it when he came in her mouth, so it only lasted until the novelty faded.

"I'd rather he cum in my mouth," Cathy answered. "It's more of a turn on and it's a lot less mess to clean up. But it's not like it wasn't exciting to try."

"Yeah, see, it's a bit different for me," Trish said, an undercurrent of contempt in her tone. "It makes me grind my teeth, just thinking about that son-of-a-bitch squirting it in my face. The only reason for him to do that would be to make it worse. Make me feel.... soiled."

There was a belligerence in Trish's tone that indicated she really didn't want to talk about it. Cathy decided she had pushed it enough. Trish either secretly liked it or she honestly didn't. Cathy wondered if Trish herself knew which was true.

"You're right about the servant thing," Cathy told Trish, deflecting the conversation to herself. "I do feel like I'm there to do whatever he wants. But I guess for me, that's part of the thrill. I never found it humiliating, only exciting. Even if it's a little messy sometimes." She shrugged and looked at her friend. Trish gave her a wry smile.

"I wonder what it would be like to feel like that," she said. "I can't imagine actually welcoming that feeling. No offense, Cath," Trish added with a smile. "I just don't like a man using my mouth--let alone my face--for his sperm receptacle."

Though Trish claimed she meant no offense, her last remark was clearly intended to offend. Cathy took note of the attempt to insult her, even as the attempt failed. She didn't think anything Trish could say about her or cock sucking in general would diminish the pleasure she took in it. 

Cathy assumed that Trish's bitterness stemmed from her inability to reach orgasm with a man. Masturbating while watching videos of women who were able to was probably a tough pill to swallow. Trish was only able to derive pleasure from watching other people do what she could not.

Cathy felt sorry for Trish, even as Trish was attempting to degrade her. It was probably a lot to do with Trish's personality. A woman had to be willing to lose control to some extent to allow herself to reach orgasm. Trish's controlling nature probably kept her from letting go to the point where she could. And this bitter side of her wasn't going to improve her chances. It was sad, Cathy realized. Something so important that she took for granted was denied Trish.

There was nothing to be said now to Trish. Cathy would think about it and maybe even ask Tracy , though she suspected Tracy 's stance wasn't likely to be sympathetic.

"Okay, here you go," Trish announced, getting up from the PC. "Try one," she said, indicating that Cathy should sit at the computer. Trish showed her where to click. Cathy selected a video entitled "Maureen-03" and clicked it. It took a few moments, but then the familiar video player appeared on the screen and the equally familiar rear of Trish's store appeared in the first frame. 

Cathy clicked play and watched, almost hypnotized, as the video showed Tony leading a large breasted red headed girl into the picture. They groped and kissed quite a bit before Maureen's hand slid down the front of Tony's pants. It wasn't long after that Tony's cock was out and Maureen was on her knees sucking it. 

After a few minutes, Tony reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. Maureen raised her arms compliantly and then returned to sucking his cock. As she sucked, Cathy could hear Tony telling her to take off her bra.

"Come on," he said, "Let me see those big boobs of yours." It didn't take much to convince her and a minute later, her ample breasts were revealed. They were enormous. Maureen was a bit on the chunky side, and her tits were huge. Cathy guessed they were at least 40DD, probably bigger. They swayed and bounced as her head bobbed up and down on Tony's shaft.

"I told him I wanted to see her tits," Trish said from behind Cathy. "I told him an extra twenty-five bucks if he could get her to show 'em. Worth it though, don't you think?" Cathy wasn't sure. They were so big as to be unattractive, but there was still something hypnotic about them and Cathy couldn't look away.

As if on cue, Maureen stopped sucking Tony's cock and put it between her mammoth breasts. She squeezed them around his member and began stroking him up and down with them. She tucked her chin down against her chest so the tip of his cock could slide in and out of her mouth as she rubbed him.

After a few minutes of that, she switched back to sucking him again. Cathy watched the girl's big breasts flop and jiggle as her lips slid up and down Tony's rock hard shaft. Judging by Tony's breathing, Cathy figured he was getting close. Sure enough, a moment later he pulled back from Maureen.

"Put it between your tits. Make me cum with your big tits," Tony breathed. Compliantly, Maureen grabbed her breasts and sandwiched his cock between them. She stroked them up and down on his member as she had done before. And again, she tilted her head forward and opened her mouth to taste him each time he pushed out the top.

"Here it comes," Trish said to Cathy. "This is great."

Cathy watched as Tony groaned and threw his head back. His cock wasn't in Maureen's mouth when he started cumming. His first squirt hit her chin and lips and she reflexively closed her mouth. His second spurt shot up along her cheek and into her hair before she managed to take him back into her mouth. She let go of her boobs and took hold of the base of Tony's cock and squeezed it, stroking him up toward her lips. 

When she had sucked him dry, she took him out of her mouth and rubbed his shaft in the cum he had shot on her cheek. Then, looking up at him, she licked it off. Tony used his finger to scoop up more of the cum on her face and put it in her waiting mouth.

"You really like fucking my titties, don't you?" Maureen asked as she licked away more of the cum on Tony's cock.

"Oh yeah," he said and Cathy was pretty sure he wasn't exaggerating. "Next time I want to straddle you and fuck the shit out of them." He reached down, took one in each hand and rubbed them together. "Then I want to cum all over them and watch you rub my cum all over them. Damn!" he added as Maureen held them up to him like an offering.

"Tony," she said sincerely. "You can fuck my titties any time you want."

The video ended and Trish turned to Cathy.

"Check out Maureen-04 if you want to see him tit fuck her and cum all over her face and tits. And no," Trish anticipated Cathy's question. "They didn't do that in the store!"



Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 03



"So how was it?" Tracy asked Cathy. They had been getting together once or twice a week now to compare notes.

"Excellent," Cathy responded without thinking. It has been great, of course. But had it been excellent? Two weeks ago, Cathy's second encounter with Tony, had been excellent. Cathy had ravenously sucked their shared stud off twice in less than an hour. 

Last week and yesterday had both been good. On both occasions Cathy had reached orgasm while sucking Tony's cock. And yesterday she and Tony had climaxed almost simultaneously, which was one of Cathy's greatest thrills.

But they hadn't cum at exactly the same time. It was close and close was good. But there was a difference for Cathy between close and getting it just right. 

And the week before they hadn't even been close. Tony must have been pretty busy the day before, because it took a long time for Cathy to get him off. And the volume of cum was far less than she expected. Not that sucking that nice big cock of his hadn't gotten her off. 

She reached orgasm twice both times, which was nothing to scoff at. But excellent? Maybe Cathy was trying to compare these lunchtime encounters to her college experiences. That was, she admitted, an unfair comparison. Tommy was around all day long and it hadn't been uncommon for Cathy to give him two or three blow jobs in a single day.

"Have you seen your videos?" Tracy asked, pulling Cathy out of her musings. "Pretty hot, huh?"

"Well," Cathy said, not really sure what she thought. "Yes and no." She paused a minute, trying to put words to her mixed feelings on the subject. "Yes, it's hot to see," she said at last. "But, well.... When I see it, I want to do it again and, well... I'm on a once-a-week budget, you know?" 

Cathy also had lingering issues with the whole idea of the taping. It seemed ridiculously self-incriminating to begin with. But more than that, she wasn't crazy about Trish and Tracy--Trish in particular--seeing how eager she was to suck cock. It was exposing a weakness that a person like Trish might exploit. How long before Trish told Cathy that if she wanted to keep sucking Tony's cock, she'd have to fuck him once a week? Or find some other way to tarnish the experience? And more importantly, exercise some level of control over Cathy. Wasn't that what Trish had done to Tracy?

"What about the other vids?" Tracy asked. Cathy shrugged. She had watched a lot of them, and they were pretty hot too. She didn't admit that she watched videos of Tracy more times than any of the others. Watching Tracy give head really turned Cathy on. She couldn't explain why. It just did.

"Same problem," Cathy said with a wan smile. "I can't watch me or anyone else do it and not want it. You know?"

"No, actually I don't!" laughed Tracy . "I could watch you suck dick all day and damn! It's hot! But I still wouldn't want one in my mouth!"

"Well, I could watch you get pounded all day and not want to get laid," Cathy laughed back. "So I guess we're even!"

"Well, today's my turn," Tracy said to Cathy. "I hope you didn't drain him too much. God, I love the feel of that big cock cumming inside me!" They both laughed again.

"I didn't blow him twice, if that's what you're worried about," Cathy replied with a smile. The dreamy look on Tracy 's face prompted a question from Cathy.

"Is it still enough?" Cathy asked. "Once a week? Kind of a routine and all?"

"You mean, do I want more?" Cathy nodded. "Well, hell yes!" Tracy replied as if Cathy had asked a ridiculously obvious question. "I could do with at least three times a week. At least!" Then the reason for Cathy's question must have occurred to Tracy . "Why? Do you want it more too?"

"Well, yeah," Cathy said slowly. "But it's not as simple as another time or two a week. You know, like on a schedule." She paused, thinking. "In college, there were days when I only saw a little of Tommy and if we had time, we did it, but if not..." Cathy shrugged "Other days, though, we had all day together and those days, well... I could use another day like one of those!"

"Like what?" Tracy prodded.

"Like sucking him off every time he got hard again!" Cathy said with a slightly sheepish grin. "Sometimes just kneeling between his legs while he watched TV and sucking him endlessly, not even trying to make him cum necessarily. Just free to suck his cock as much as I wanted." She could see her words weren't fully penetrating.

"Didn't you ever spend a day in bed?" Cathy asked Tracy . "Just screwing, taking a nap, waking up and screwing some more?" 

"Yeah," Tracy said, obviously still not equating that to Cathy's desired. "Quite a few times before the kids!" She laughed.

"That's how it used to be for me with Tommy. Only it was sucking instead of screwing."

"Yeah, well," Tracy said holding a hand out as if to keep Cathy at bay. "I don't have any fantasies that involve sucking dick all day long!"

"I realize," Cathy said, a little exasperation creeping into her voice. "What I'm trying to do is put it in terms you understand. My question is, is it enough? Each individual encounter, that is?" Tracy still seemed unsure what Cathy was asking. "Other than getting it more often, is there anything you would change?" The light finally went on over Tracy 's head. She thought for a moment.

"No, I think it's a pretty good set-up. Minus the blow jobs, of course," she added. "But the fucking, well, that usually does the trick!"

"But," Cathy felt Tracy almost understood. "If you could do something different next time, if you could have him fuck you for hours, for the rest of the day, would you do it?"

"Hmmmm, tempting," Tracy mused. "But probably not. I kinda like the way it works. He gives me a good fucking, makes me cum like crazy and then I'm on my way. No strings, no issues. Just a really good orgasm or two to keep me floating the rest of the day. And that's all there is to it. No complications." She paused, then added, "I'm not really there to cuddle, or anything."

Cathy nodded. She was vaguely disappointed by Tracy 's answer, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe Cathy had been hoping that if they both wanted more, they could scheme together, without involving Trish? Or maybe Cathy just wanted to feel like everyone naturally wanted more? That there wasn't anything unusual about her sexual appetite?

"So it's not enough for you, huh?" Tracy asked.

"Well, it is and it isn't," Cathy responded carefully. "I really did miss it a lot. Maybe I just want to gorge myself now that I have it again, you know? Like woofing down a whole bag of chips after bailing on some brutal diet maybe?" Tracy was nodding her understanding as Cathy continued. "But at the same time, I've never had it rationed like this. Either I got as much as I wanted or I didn't get any at all. So the idea of getting just a little is kind of a new challenge for me."

"So it's not just a matter of seeing Tony an extra time or two a week?" Tracy asked, finally getting what Cathy had been driving at. Cathy shook her head. "You want to get more out of each visit?"

"Sort of," Cathy didn't know how to explain it. "I just don't want to feel rushed or, like, once he's done, it's all over for another week." She gave Tracy a wry smile. "I used to just love that Tommy wouldn't get dressed if we were alone. He'd sit around with his cock out for me to look at, play with and, whenever he was up for it, suck on.

"Now though," Cathy gestured feebly, "once he's done, that's it. He zips up and it's time to leave."

"Yeah, it's definitely different for me," Tracy told her. "I don't like him to pull out. I like to keep him inside me as long as I can. But once he does slip out, well, then I'm done and it's time to go."

"Yeah," Cathy agreed. "It's definitely different." They sat in silence a few moments, Cathy pondering what she could do to help fill her needs.

"All day long," Tracy mused softly, breaking the silence. "If you could, you'd suck dick all day long." She shook her head slowly, smiling at her friend. "Maybe we should arrange to make Tony available for a full day sometime. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. And I wouldn't mind holding the camera for that one myself!"

Cathy looked right at Tracy . Though it was meant to sound like an off-hand comment or a joke, it sounded different to Cathy. Was Tracy really saying she wanted to be present for one of Cathy's encounters with Tony? 

"I bet you wouldn't!" Cathy replied with a slightly forced laugh. "Do I get to hold the camera for you?" They both laughed, but there was a tension underlying the mirth. They were both joking. But at the same time, they weren't.

Cathy knew that she would love to watch Tracy suck Tony's cock in person. But could she really stand there in the same room with two people and watch them? She wasn't sure. And she was even less sure of letting Tracy watch her.

It was weird, Cathy thought. They had both already seen videos of the other, so it wasn't like this was something completely new. But with the videos, there were only the two people in the room. True, they were both aware of the camera. But the camera was an inanimate object. There weren't actual eyes on them. And likewise, the person watching the videos could watch unselfconsciously.

The two women looked at each other for a long moment and then looked away again. Cathy knew Tracy was thinking the same things that she was. It was an exciting thing to think about, but would they really be able to take that step?

Why did it seem like such a big deal if they both already knew that the other had seen them? Cathy wasn't sure, but her gut told her that, no matter how much she "knew" Tracy had seen videos of her, it wasn't the same level of acknowledgement. Not that either of them pretended they hadn't seen the other. It was simply that seeing each other in person would make it impossible to pretend.

There was also the obvious element. Cathy had never been involved in a sexual situation that wasn't one-on-one. She wasn't sure, but suspected Tracy 's experience was similar. Introducing a third person into a sexual encounter was at once daunting and exciting. But because it was outside Cathy's comfort zone, it would be easier not to.

"So you're on your way over there today?" Cathy asked, just to break the awkward silence.

"Yeah, about an hour," Tracy replied. "Can't wait!" The enthusiasm seemed a little forced, Cathy thought. Not because she wasn't looking forward to it, but because Tracy was trying to deflect the conversation away from where they had just been. Clearly, Tracy was uneasy with the prospect too.

"You're lucky. Wish it was my turn again already." Cathy, too, put a little more enthusiasm into her words than she felt. "Do you think we should have someone else besides Tony?"

Cathy didn't know where the question came from. It just popped out of her, probably to keep the conversation moving away from the briefly mentioned threesome. It was equally surprising to Tracy . She looked at Cathy with arched eyebrows for a moment before replying.

"Uh, I don't know. Where would we find someone?" Even as Tracy answered, she didn't seem to be giving it serious thought.

"I have no idea," conceded Cathy. "But wouldn't it be better if we weren't all sharing one guy? Maybe we could do a couple times a week then, right?"

"Yeah, that would be nice." Cathy could hear in Tracy 's voice that she was just making conversation. It was not something she was seriously entertaining.

"Listen to me," Cathy laughed. "I get a little taste of action and see how I get?" It was really just fill-in conversation for Cathy too. She hadn't actually considered what she had suggested. The thought had come into her head and she said it without further consideration.

"It's not just matter of finding a dick, you know," Tracy said, her tone sounding a little more serious. Did Tracy think that Cathy had actually been considering this?

"I know. And I, I..." Cathy fumbled for words. "I was just kinda daydreaming. You know?"

Tracy turned a very speculative eye on Cathy.

"Were you?" Tracy asked. "Would you want more guys involved?" Cathy answered reflexively.

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea." Even as she said it, she wondered. What if she did want more? What if Trish were to expand their little club? Or, more likely, what if Trish, for reasons of her own, started interfering with Cathy's and Tracy's fun? She mentioned the last point to Tracy .

"Yeah," Tracy nodded. "I wouldn't mind having someone else, if for no other reason than to keep her from having the upper hand." The bitterness was obvious in Tracy 's words. "But here it is, handed to us. It's easy to take what's there and put up with the minor inconveniences." She shrugged. Cathy shrugged back.

"She thinks she owns us," Cathy observed. "Or at least controls the situation and that we'll have to go along."

"Yeah, I already know that," Tracy replied sardonically. "Didn't I mention the blow jobs?"

"She's waiting for you to laugh at her about Ed again," Cathy said, ignoring Tracy 's tone. "She said she'd cut you off for a month. Blow jobs only."

"Yeah, I bet she would, that miserable dried up bitch," Tracy replied. She showed no surprise at Cathy's words. "That's probably the biggest down side to this whole thing. That it's controlled by her. If she was more like us, it would be fine. I can't imagine one of us doing that to the other. We're just not like that. But Trish," Tracy shrugged. "She's got a mean streak in her."

"She's got real issues with having to blow Tony," Cathy offered. It was hardly a revelation and Tracy shot her a look that said, "duh!" Cathy shook her head, "No, it's not that simple. She told me that it was humiliating for her and that Tony did everything he could to emphasize that."

"So?" Tracy replied. "Don't you think she deserves it?"

"It's not a matter of deserving it," Cathy said, trying to put her finger on what she wanted to convey. "I can't tell if she really, truly hates it, or if the humiliation is part of the turn on for her." Tracy pursed her lips thoughtfully.

"Well, it's not like it isn't possible," she conceded. "But if that's really what gets her off... wow, that would be funny!" Her face clouded up. "It still doesn't explain why she feels like she has to make me do it." The two women lapsed into silence.

"So," said Tracy suddenly perky. "If you could line up as many guys as you wanted--at one time--how many would you want?" The question caught Cathy off-guard and she laughed.

"I don't know!" she replied. "How much of a slut do you think I am?"

"No, come on!" Tracy insisted. "If you have as many guys as you wanted, how many would you want? Make it purely hypothetical," Tracy went on when Cathy didn't answer. "If we could clone Tony, how many Tonys would you want?" They both laughed a little at the question.

"It's not a matter of how many guys!" Cathy said with mock exasperation. "I'd be happy with one guy as long as I could blow him three or four times a day!" Both women laughed again.

"Okay," Tracy answered. "So at least three Tonys, maybe four."

"No, no! Just one that I can suck off a few times!"

"Why not suck off a few once each?" Tracy pressed. Again, they were both smiling and laughing, but Cathy sensed some degree of underlying substance.

"You think you could just line up a bunch of guys with their dicks out and I'd suck them all off?" Cathy asked, pretending, at least somewhat, to be shocked.

"You wouldn't?" Tracy asked.

"No!" Cathy responded sharply, her smile fading. "I love it, don't get me wrong. But not like that!"

"Why is that so different?" Why was Tracy pushing this? Cathy wondered.

"It's like the difference between watching each other on videos instead of in person," Cathy shot back. "It's not a one-on-one thing and I like one-on-one."

"Ok," Tracy laughed back. "I'll let you watch me fuck Tony if you blow two guys, okay?" They both laughed and Cathy felt the tension slip out of the conversation.

"Tommy did have this one friend," Cathy suddenly recalled. "Not that I did anything with him!" she quickly added. "But he was a good looking guy and kind of nice."

"And?"

"And a couple times I thought of asking Tommy, you know..." Cathy gestured. "But I only thought about it. I never had it in me to actually ask him."

"Ask him? To have his friend join you?" Tracy 's eyebrows arched and her eyes sparkled with amusement. "So, you do think about it! You little slut!"

"Oh, like you never even thought about it!" Cathy retorted.

"Well, not blowing two guys at once," Tracy said. "But I've thought about other things." Cathy motioned for Tracy to elaborate. "Well, you know I'm not much of one for sucking dick and all," Tracy continued. "At the same time, the idea of getting it from behind while another one's in my mouth... Well!" Tracy paused for emphasis. "That I think I might like!"

"Go on!" Cathy urged, eager to hear Tracy 's description of her fantasy.

"Well," Tracy went on, "there's a lot of dirty-girl factor, you know?" Cathy nodded. "It's like the whole thing of being called a cocksucker while you're doing it? It would be like that only better if I was getting fucked from behind. The guy in front of me could just stand there and the one behind me would rock my mouth back and forth on him! That's some serious dirty-girl factor there!"

"And then they'd switch?" suggested Cathy.

"Well," Tracy 's face twisted. "I'm not real keen on the idea of, you know, the guy taking it out of me and then me putting it in my mouth." Tracy made another face and shook her head. "I mean, it's not like I've never done that before. But I just... I don't know... It's just not very appealing, you know?" 

Cathy nodded. She wasn't quite so put off by it as Tracy , but there had been a time when it had seemed a bit unappealing to her.

"Of course, I would also prefer both of them cum inside me. And no," Tracy added quickly, "I don't mean inside my mouth!" The two women laughed briefly. "So," Tracy said, "what was your fantasy with your college boyfriend like?"

"It wasn't so much a fantasy or scenario," Cathy explained. "It was more like a notion that it would be exciting to have another guy in the action. What I was trying to explain earlier is that once a guy cums, it's usually a while before he's interested again. Well, if there was another guy..." Cathy said with a slight smile. "I wouldn't have to wait. Get it?"

"What about your boyfriend watching you with another guy? Or another guy watching you with your boyfriend, for that matter?"

"Yeah, that's kinda why I never acted on it," Cathy confessed. "I mean, as cool as it might have been to have another guy there, ready and waiting, well..." Cathy shrugged. "I just couldn't picture someone standing there watching me. And I'm not sure how Tommy would have reacted either," she added, almost as an afterthought.

"He's a guy. He probably would have loved it at the time and then called you a whore for it later," Tracy said with a mix of humor and contempt.

"Probably," agreed Cathy.

"So the second guy," Tracy inquired. "You would have swallowed him too?"

"I don't know," Cathy hadn't ever really thought about it. "I guess so. I don't think I've ever not swallowed."

"Ick!" Tracy wrinkled her nose. "I always spit. Even my husband. Tony's the only one and that, obviously, was not my choice."

"Tommy always used to say," Cathy recalled, "that the definition of an eleven was a ten who swallowed." They both laughed again.

"Why do men care so much if you swallow?" Tracy wondered, her face screwed into an exaggerated expression of disgust.

"I don't know," Cathy replied, although she had a theory or two. "But I know they like it and I've never done it any other way. It's easier, neater and because they like it, it's more fun. I like knowing that the guy is getting off on that part of it too."




Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 03



"Yeah," Tracy said, "I don't actually like it when I'm doing it, but afterward I like thinking about it and knowing that I did it. Dirty girl thing again," she explained with a short laugh.

"So," Cathy said with a laugh of her own, "you like being a cocksucking cum swallower, huh?"

"Well, when you put it like that, duh! Who doesn't?" They both cracked up again. 

As their laughter subsided, they drifted into a comfortable silence. Cathy was thinking to herself how much she enjoyed this kind of conversation with Tracy . It was a little edgy and exciting talking about things like fantasies and sexual experiences. And who knew where these conversations would lead. Maybe after they talked about it some more, acting on some of those fantasies might not seem so far fetched.

"Okay, kid," Tracy said, looking at her watch. "I've got a date with nine inches of thick, hard dick!" They both laughed. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"



Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 04



"Hey," said Trish's voice over the phone. "Got some news for you." Cathy was surprised by the timing of Trish's call. She was about to make her weekly lunchtime trip to Tony's place when the phone had rung.

"What's that?" Cathy was suddenly very leery. She remembered that Trish had jerked Tracy around, ruining some of her rendezvous with Tony.

"Tony got a new roommate. He moved in yesterday," Trish informed her. At first Cathy didn't understand why that was relevant. "He works nights and Tony won't have the place to himself today."

Cathy suddenly saw the significance of the roommate. Her mind whirled. Couldn't Tony just ask his roommate to disappear for an hour? Was there some other place that Cathy could meet Tony? Certainly not at her own house, but there had to be someplace.

"Sooo," Trish continued, in a strange tone, "you can call it off today and try to figure out something for next week. Or," Trish paused and Cathy felt instant apprehension. She had no idea what Trish was about to say, but the hair on the back of her neck was suddenly standing up.

"Or?" Cathy asked.

"Or you can just go over there and see what you can work out."

"See what I can...? I don't understand," Cathy replied cautiously.

"Talk to Tony," Trish's voice conveyed impatience. "Maybe you can just go in his bedroom and close the door." Cathy somehow suspected that was more to it than that. Why was Trish being so elusive? Something was up.

Either Trish was sabotaging her encounter with Tony in order to manipulate her into some other situation. Or... Or what? Maybe Trish was trying to set up Cathy to do Tony's roommate too? Whatever Trish's game was, the safest way out would be to cancel for today.

But that wasn't so easy. Cathy really hadn't thought of much else since everyone had gone to work and school that morning. She had deliberately put on a sundress that fell just above her knees because it made her feel sexy to suck cock in a short dress. She had watched a video of Tracy twice to help build up her anticipation. She had been picturing that big dick inches from her face, making herself moist with anticipation. No matter how sensible it would be to cancel, Cathy knew it would not be easy to make that decision. She simply didn't want to cancel and her mind was already searching for rationalizations.

"Why can't Tony get his roommate to go out for an hour?" Cathy asked.

"Maybe he can. Go over and ask." Trish's answer was too quick and too simple. It sounded like Trish just wanted to get Cathy to go over there. But if that was the case, why call in the first place? Cathy would have gone. Was this some sort of reverse psychology?

There was some massive head game going on and Cathy couldn't figure it out. Trish was obviously playing her. But the only sure-fire way to derail Trish's schemes would be to not go; for Cathy to deprive herself of something she craved. That alone should have given her the strength to do what she had to--that Trish was banking on Cathy's weakness.

"Maybe I should stay home," Cathy said. Even as she said it, she was thinking about the soft velvety skin of the head of his cock and how it felt on her tongue.

"I'll let Tony know," Trish replied without hesitation. That was it? Cathy was going to have to wait another whole week?

"Wait," she said before Trish could hang up. "What, uh, what do you think I should do?"

"Oh, I don't know." Trish obviously wanted Cathy to go or not go, or something. But she wasn't about to come out and say it.

"Okay, I've got to run." Cathy stood holding the phone in the middle of her kitchen, knowing what she wanted to do but completely baffled as to what she should do.

"Might as well go over there," Trish told her. "If there's no way to do anything, you can at least figure out something for next time."

* * * * *

"Do you remember our conversation a couple weeks ago?" Cathy asked Tracy as the two sat at Tracy 's kitchen table. 

"Which one?" Tracy asked.

"You know, when we were talking about fantasies and all. And," Cathy added, "whether or not we needed to find a second guy?"

"Yeah, I remember. Why?" Cathy was watching Tracy 's reactions closely, paying more attention to her expressions and gestures than her words.

"Did you happen to repeat any of it to Trish?" Cathy asked flatly.

"I uh, I may have. I don't, uh, remember anything specific," said Tracy with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Why?"

"Because," Cathy said, pausing for effect. "When I got to Tony's yesterday, want to guess what happened?" Tracy looked at her with a blank expression. "You already know, don't you?"

"Know what?" Tracy asked, protesting. But Cathy saw something in Tracy 's eyes that gave her away.

"You did it again," Cathy replied. She had intended to make it sound more like an accusation, but the words didn't come out that way. They sat in silence for a few long moments. The fact that Tracy did not protest only confirmed her suspicions.

Yesterday, after the confusing call from Trish, Cathy had rationalized that the thing to do was go to Tony's and see what the situation was. She had been greeted at the door by Tony's new roommate, Dave. He was cut from the same cloth as Tony. Fairly tall, good looking in a boy-band kind of way with hair that was meticulously arranged to look disheveled. He wasn't as muscular as Tony and his face was fresher. He looked to be a couple years younger than Tony.

"Tony doesn't really have a new roommate, does he?" Cathy finally asked. Tracy 's silence was answer enough. "Why? Why did you do it?"

"Because you wouldn't have done it for yourself," Tracy finally responded. "And you obviously wanted it." Cathy wasn't about to concede that yesterday had been an incredible experience for her on many levels. Once again she felt the sting of betrayal that tempered the euphoria of her encounter.

"Maybe not. But why do you guys have to, have to... " Cathy wasn't even sure what the right word was. "Push me?"

"We've all kind of pushed each other," Tracy replied. "You think I'd be fucking Tony if Trish hadn't pushed me? And you know I wouldn't be sucking his dick! And, truth be told, I've actually gotten to the point where I almost look forward to that."

"But you set me up," protested Cathy. "You lied, deceived, tricked... call it whatever you want. But it wasn't like you just encouraged me to do it. You weren't honest with me!"

"That's true," admitted Tracy . "I guess we figured the ends justified the means. Maybe we were wrong." Cathy wanted to continue being angry, but that wasn't what she felt. She believed Trish and Tracy had wronged her again, but somehow she didn't feel as much anger as she would have liked. She sat in silence, letting her body language convey a feigned hostility toward Tracy .

"So," Tracy finally said. "Are you going to tell me about it?" Cathy looked up. Tracy had a slight smile on her face.

"I don't want to talk about it," Cathy replied, but the words did not come out as harsh as she intended.

"Yes, you do," Tracy said in a teasing voice. Cathy shook her head.

"Maybe some other time."

"Come on! I know you're dying to tell me," said Tracy , undeterred. Cathy attempted to snort in disgust, but it sounded more like resignation. She looked away. 

Yes, she wanted desperately to talk about it. It had been truly amazing--something that she never would have believed she would do. And if there hadn't been the underlying treachery, Cathy would be talking away about it right now. But the sting was still fresh. She didn't know if she could enjoy recounting the story under that shadow.

"Which one did you do first?" Tracy asked, trying to use enthusiasm to counteract Cathy's reluctance. "Tony?"

"Dave," Cathy answered flatly. "But you probably already knew that," she added with irritation.

"And Tony watched?" the pitch of Tracy 's voice rose with excitement. Cathy nodded mutely.

Tony hadn't just watched. He watched, held the video camera and provided a play-by-play narrative.

"Holy shit, dude!" he had said. "I can't believe she's sucking your dick! Wait until she deep throats you, man! She's frickin' awesome!"

Cathy could vividly recall the wild mix of emotions that his words had evoked. She had been self-conscious to the point of being embarrassed. At the same time there was an incredible thrill and an undercurrent of fear.

The thrill was understandable enough. It was Cathy's first threesome and she found it very stimulating, particularly the way Tony and Dave talked to each other about her while she sucked their cocks. It was amazing how turned on it got her.

The fear was, at the time, just a gut feeling. It wasn't until later that she realized why it was lurking behind such a euphoric experience. Now that Cathy had discovered how much she liked having two men at once, what was next? Would she do it again? Almost certainly, if the opportunity presented itself. And she felt fairly certain Trish would make sure it did. But how long until two men was no longer enough? 

It seemed likely that the thrill of two men would diminish and the temptation to add more men would arise. She had passed through a gateway and there was no going back. She would forever know that sucking off two men at once was more exciting than sucking off one. And therefore she would naturally be wondering how three would compare to two. And if she took that step, what was next? Would she eventually find herself in a room with six, eight, maybe even ten guys? All standing around waiting for her to suck them off?

Yes, it was part fantasy, part terrifying. If she had never been with more than one man, it would have been just fantasy. There was little chance of it happening and so, she could enjoy it for what it was. Now that she had taken her first real step toward it though, it had a frightening possibility of actually becoming reality.

All of that thinking happened afterward and Cathy realized it was somewhat overblown. At the time she had felt some misgivings and a low grade fear. But it wasn't until she pondered it at length later that she built up this elaborate cause.

All of these thoughts were burning up in Cathy, wanting to get out. But Cathy held them back, not wanting to reward Tracy for her part in this latest deception. A thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Have you done it yet?" Cathy asked Tracy . "Both of them?"

"No," Tracy replied. "Not yet." She looked away. "I was hoping, you know, talking to you about it would... I don't know. Help me make up my mind."

"No, you've already made up your mind," Cathy countered. "You just want me to tell you it's good and fun and you should."

"Maybe," Tracy conceded. "But..." she shrugged. Cathy waited in silence. "But if I don't talk to someone about it first, I don't think I'd ever work up the nerve." She gave Cathy a frank, open look. Cathy might have been more sympathetic under different circumstances.

"So just get Trish to fucking lie to you!" she replied, her words and tone conveying an anger that she still couldn't fully feel.

"Look," Tracy said, "I'm sorry. Yeah, it was a fucked-up thing to do. But," she added, holding up a hand to prevent Cathy from interrupting. "Admit that you wouldn't have just done it if we hadn't, okay?"

"Maybe I wouldn't have," Cathy conceded. "That doesn't make it right. And you know it." Cathy knew she should care that it wasn't right. She should care that her friends had abused her trust again and that no matter what the outcome, it was something she should not accept.

But the truth of the matter was that the offense was almost insignificant compared to the result. Cathy knew that Trish and Tracy had opened a door for her and gently pushed her through it. She might have stood on one side of the doorway all her life and never taken that step. And that step had resulted in as much pleasure as Cathy could imagine. She knew she could not maintain a facade of anger. At the same time, there needed to be some limits; some checks and balances. If Trish and Tracy were left unpunished, who knew how brazen they would get?

"Okay, I know it wasn't right," Tracy apologized again. "And I really am sorry. I just wanted you to. For you and for me," she added.

"So what does that really mean? You're sorry because you know it was wrong, but you're not because you think it worked out?" Cathy argued. Tracy 's moment of honesty that it was not all for Cathy's sake irritated her.

"I just thought it would work out," Tracy replied lamely, not looking at Cathy.

"So when is it my turn?" Cathy asked, the idea having just popped into her head. "When do I get to decide when and how to push you? And Trish?" Tracy looked at her for a long moment.

"You kinda already do push me, you know?" Tracy explained. "I mean, I'm thinking about doing stuff because of you." Even before Tracy finished her sentence, Cathy was shaking her head.

"Oh, no!" Cathy replied. "That's not pushing. I didn't deceive or trick you into anything. No, that's just encouraging you. If you had done that for me, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now!"

"Right!" Tracy shot back. "Because you never would have done it anyway!"

"So when is it my turn?" Cathy persisted, ignoring Tracy 's comeback. Tracy looked away, not answering. "See?" Cathy said, seeing Tracy 's silence as an admission of guilt. "You know you wouldn't want me pulling crap like that on you!" An uncomfortable pause in the conversation followed. Tracy eventually turned her head and looked right at Cathy.

"What would you push me to do?" she asked. Her question caught Cathy flat-footed. It wasn't a response she had expected. Not that Cathy really knew where she was going with the whole argument anyway. The whole thing was a charade that she felt compelled to carry out to keep herself from becoming Trish and Tracy 's toy. 

"I don't know," Cathy admitted. "But that's not really the point. The point is that..." She paused, not sure what she was trying to say. "The point is that, if I did push you, I wouldn't tell you ahead of time." It wasn't exactly what she meant to say, but it was all she could articulate in that moment.

"Trish pushed me too, you know," Tracy said after another uncomfortable silence. "And not even to do something I wanted. It was something she wanted." She gave Cathy a meaningful look. "You really think I'd be sucking Tony's dick if she hadn't set that up?"

"That's not the same," Cathy countered. "She didn't discuss any of your fantasies with you and then set up the situation to make something happen."

"True," agreed Tracy . "What she did with me was more like coercion or extortion. You got the better deal." Cathy had never really felt as angry as her brain told her she should be. And seeing the difference between what Trish had done to Tracy and what Tracy and Trish had done to her weakened her desire to argue still further.

"So why did you let her win?" Cathy asked. Tracy shrugged.

"I don't know. But I'll tell you, that that's exactly the right word: win. I let her win."

"Is the sex so good that you compromise yourself?" Cathy asked, skeptical. "Or was it really just a push she gave you, too?"

"Well," Tracy said with a slight smile. "It isn't like I hate it, you know? But it wasn't like with you. You wanted an excuse or an opportunity. I didn't want it."

"And now?" Cathy asked. "Does Trish really keep pushing you?"

"It's kind of a sore subject," Tracy said with a resigned sigh. "She does keep pushing, but it isn't the same. She doesn't really need to anymore. The fact that she does kind of annoys me. And it really pisses me off when she tells me I really like it now."

"Do you?"

"Well, yeah, in some ways," Tracy conceded. "And I would say as much if she didn't make such a big deal about it. It's like she's rubbing my nose in it, if you know what I'm saying." Cathy nodded.

"So you like giving blow jobs now? But don't want to admit it because Trish would gloat?"

"Something like that," Tracy replied. "Only, it's not that I really like it, okay? It's more like there are parts of it that I like, for different reasons and not always at that moment. I like driving a guy nuts like that and I like the bad girl thrill I get from it. But I hate the taste of cum, so I'm not too crazy about him cumming in my mouth. And swallowing, well, you know where I am on that!" Tracy made a face. "But the cum and the swallowing, well, it does turn me on to know I did it. I may not have liked doing it at the time, but afterwards, well, it gets me a little hot to think about it. And with the videos, well!"

"Yours are the best," Cathy blurted out, before she even realized she was saying it.

"Really?" Tracy asked, after a moment.

"Yeah," Cathy said, trying not to show the embarrassment she felt. "You were right. It's your lips." She shrugged to ward off the awkwardness she felt.

"Blow job lips," Tracy said. "Told you so!" She winked and they both laughed a little. "I like watching my own videos too. That's part of liking it after the fact, if you know what I mean. I mean, I don't like it when he's actually cumming in my mouth. But when I watch it later--damn! I think, 'Holy shit! That's me doing that!' It's weird and I can't explain it."

"Yeah, Trish said kinda the same thing," Cathy observed. "She likes to see herself doing it afterwards more so than the actual doing it." Cathy didn't really understand. She liked to watch the videos of herself too, but watching them made her want to do it again, because she loved doing it. She didn't quite grasp why Tracy and Trish would get so turned on by watching themselves do something that they didn't particularly like doing at the time they were doing it. Tracy was right. It was weird.

"So if Trish didn't insist, would you still keep doing it?" Cathy asked. Tracy looked at her and shrugged.

"I don't know. I really don't. I like the excitement of it and all," Tracy said slowly, searching for an explanation. "Being down on my knees with that big thing in my mouth. Him telling me what a good cocksucker I am. Mmm! If it wasn't for that nasty taste, that chunky goo, it would be a no-brainer. I mean, like, for the rest of the day, it's all I can taste."

"Well, can't help you there!" laughed Cathy. "So you would or you wouldn't? If it weren't for Trish, that is?"

"Hmmm... I guess I would. Maybe not as often, but I think I would," Tracy answered. "If the excitement of doing it is kinda cancelled out by the nasty taste, at least there's the video to watch afterward. And I really do get off on watching myself." She gave a self-conscious giggle.

"I still don't get that," Cathy replied, shaking her head. "You like watching yourself do something that you don't particularly like doing?"

"It's like watching a porno, I guess," Tracy seemed to be trying to explain it to herself as much as to Cathy. "And I'm the star. Maybe I'm put off by the taste or whatever, but when I'm watching, I don't experience any of the stuff that I find unpleasant. I only see the hot babe with the blow job lips sucking a big fat cock. That's hot!"

"I think the videos are fun to watch and all," Cathy answered. "But not like you guys. For me, it just makes me want to do it again. I like it when it's happening. Watching it again later is cool, but it can't compare to the moment itself."

The two women sat a moment in silence. Cathy felt a bit lost. She didn't really start this conversation with a clear idea of what she wanted to say. She had made the accusation and Tracy had admitted her guilt. Now what?



Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 05



"So what would you push me to do?" Tracy asked again, shaking Cathy out of her own thoughts. 

"I don't know," Cathy admitted. "Maybe you should go for your two guy fantasy?" Even as she said it, Cathy felt like that Tracy wouldn't need a push to do that. Now that Cathy had broken down that barrier for her, Tracy would probably go for it on her own. The conversation paused again, both women drifting into their own thoughts. A memory came back to Cathy out of nowhere. 

"I dated a guy after Tommy," Cathy told Tracy , "who was obsessed with cheating housewives. Jeff his name was. He told me he was always wondering which ones were doing it. He'd point to women when we were out and ask me if I thought she looked like she might be screwing around on her husband." If Tracy was surprised by Cathy's embarking on a seemingly unrelated story, she didn't show it. Cathy continued. 

"I finally got him to tell me how he got started on the whole cheating wife thing in the first place. When he was in high school and college, he spent his summers working at a local fitness club as a life guard. It was a place near his house and a lot of the members were his neighbors. 

"There was one woman--I think he said her name was Sanders, or Saunders--who lived a couple doors down from him. She was married, had school age kids and he always thought they were just a normal, boring family. 

"The mom came in to the gym every week, did a half hour of workouts, swam for another half hour, took a shower and went home. Three times a week, same days, same time, every week, like clockwork. 

"One afternoon he sees one of the other life guards, a guy a couple years older than him, coming out of the supply room. The guy didn't really have any reason to be in there, but Jeff didn't think much of it. A few minutes later, Mrs. Sanders comes out of the women's locker room and Jeff says hi to her and all, again not thinking anything's unusual. 

"Two days later, same time and same place, he sees his co-worker coming out of the supply room again. He said he almost asked the guy what he was doing in there, but the guy hurried away, like he didn't want to be asked. Jeff was still in the hall when, a couple minutes later, Mrs. Sanders walks out of the ladies' locker room again. 

"He said that was when he began to think something was going on. The supply room was between the men's' and women's' locker rooms. Jeff figures that maybe the other life guard found a peephole into the women's locker room and he's in there checking out Mrs. Sanders. Now, apparently, Mrs. Sanders wasn't that hot--Jeff called her an Amazon with a big ass and small titties--but she was very regular in her routine. So it made sense to Jeff that the guy would sneak in to peek in on her. It would be easier and less chance of getting caught, 'cause he knew exactly when to go in. 

"Jeff sneaked into the supply room the next chance he got and looked around, but he couldn't find any peepholes. So he figured he'd hide, watch the other life guard and find it that way. 

"So the following week, he slipped into the supply room while Mrs. Sanders was still in the pool and hid behind the racks on the side closest to the men's' locker room. Sure enough, the other life guard comes in and locks the door behind him. But instead of going to a hidden peephole, the guy unlocks the door to the ladies' locker room. There were doors," Cathy explained, "between the locker rooms and the supply room for the janitors to use. And I guess they kept them locked so people couldn't go in and steal stuff. 

"Anyway, Jeff said he got real nervous. He was wondering if the guy was going to just sneak right into the ladies' locker room and spy on her that way. See, Jeff was really hoping to find the peephole so he could use it. If the guy was actually going into the ladies' shower to peek, that would have made it a little too high-risk for Jeff. 

"Then comes the big shock--a few minutes later, Mrs. Sanders herself comes into the supply room and locks the door behind her! Jeff said it was amazing that he didn't give himself away, he was so surprised. He couldn't imagine what the hell she was doing coming in there. 

"Then an even bigger shock--they hardly even said hello or anything before the guy pulled out his dick. And she didn't freak out or show any kind of reaction. She just took hold of it and started stroking it. Next thing Jeff knew, she was kneeling down giving the guy head. 

"He said the whole thing was, like, totally surreal to him. Mrs. Sanders was one of the neighborhood moms and he was hiding behind a rack watching her suck a guy roughly his own age. He said that was a huge awakening for him, realizing that a thirty-or-forty-something neighborhood mom might do something crazy like that." 

"So what happened?" Tracy asked, fascinated with Cathy's story. "Did he just watch, or what?" 

"I'm getting there!" Cathy said with a laugh. "Hold your horses. Anyway, he watched her give the guy a blow job. Jeff said the guy's dick wasn't that big, but Mrs. Sanders treated it like it was the greatest thing. He said it took her about four or five minutes to get him to cum and she got really into it when he did, maybe even got off on it herself. He wasn't sure. 

"Then she licks him clean, puts him back in his trunks, gets up, tells him thanks and she'll see him Wednesday. Then she goes back out into the ladies' locker room and goes home, like nothing happened." 

"So Jeff hides on Wednesday again. He said he beat off thinking about the whole thing at least three or four times in between and couldn't wait to see it again. He said the first time he was so surprised that it was all a bit of a blur. This time he wanted to pay more attention to the details." Cathy shrugged, "I guess at the time, he was really only planning to watch and beat off later." 

"Anyway, the life guard comes in, unlocks the door and waits. Mrs. Sanders comes in a few minutes later and they get down to business pretty quick. Same deal, they barely say hi before she's on her knees sucking his dick. A few minutes later, he cums, she cleans him up, says thanks and they both leave. 

"Jeff told me that at first, he thought about just beating off right there in the supply room, he was so turned on. But then he got another idea. He knew she was going to leave the locker room in a few minutes, so he went out in the hall to see her. He said he really didn't know why he did it. He just wanted to see her walk by and look at her, knowing she had just sucked some guy's dick--he said he got really turned on looking at her, knowing that she had a guy's cum in her belly. Then he would go beat off. 

"So she came out of the locker room and saw him hanging around in the hall for the third time in two weeks and gave him a strange look. Jeff realized that she had given him a similar look the week before, he just hadn't given it much thought. But this time he knows what that look is: She's wondering if Jeff knows or suspects anything. After all, they lived a couple houses from each other and knew all the same people. Poor Mrs. Sanders might have been in for some major embarrassment. 

"When she saw him, Jeff, obviously, had a hard on. And Jeff noticed that she noticed. For some reason he said that prompted him to be bold. He stepped in front of her and said 'Hi, Mrs. Sanders!' in a kind of loud voice. Then he nodded toward the ladies' locker room and the supply closet and said, 'Why don't you go back in there?' 

"At first, he said he thought she was going to slap him or yell at him or go get the manager. Then she just turned around and went back into the locker room. Jeff went back into the supply room and unlocked the door, no idea if she actually would come in or not. 

"He said he was so surprised when she actually came in that he started to lose his erection. He wasn't sure what was going to happen. His heart was racing and he was actually sweating. He thought maybe she agreed to come into the supply room so she'd have a private place to tell him off. Kinda silly, but I guess if you're a kid being confronted by someone you think of as a 'grown-up'..." Cathy laughed. "I guess that might make you think a little irrationally. He knew he had the upper hand and all. He had just seen her sucking another guy's dick. He could easily blackmail her... if he had the nerve. 

"Anyway, she comes in and before she says anything, he says, 'I saw the whole thing,' or something like that. She asks him what he means and he tells her that he was hiding behind the racks a few minutes ago--when she was blowing the other life guard. He said she gave him a real funny look--he had no idea what she was going to say. Then she tells him maybe he should pull down his trunks. He said he just stood there for a long time. He said he could hardly believe what she said. She had to say it again before he actually pulled them down. Next thing he knew, she was on her knees sucking his dick. 

"He admitted he wasn't very experienced at the time and he came almost immediately. He also said he came so much that Mrs. Sanders commented about it. But he said he never saw a drop of it, so he figured she swallowed it all. 

"She cleaned him up and put him back in his trunks and told him that if he can keep her little secret, she would make it worth his while. He asked her what she meant and she tells him that if he liked what she just did, he could have it every time she came to the gym. He couldn't believe it--a neighborhood mom was telling him she was going to blow him a few times a week! Well, he was a young, horny guy, so naturally he agreed pretty quickly. 

"Anyway, it got to be a regular thing. She would blow the first guy and both of them would leave the supply room. Then Jeff would slip into the supply room and let Mrs. Sanders back in and she'd blow him too. For three summers she sucked his dick two or three times a week. And the other life guard as well. 

"He said whenever he saw her around the neighborhood, she showed no indication at all that she knew him as anything but another of the local kids. Not even when there was no one else around. And nothing ever happened between them outside of their routine. And that's why he was so suspicious that any woman could be having an affair. After all, Mrs. Sanders was sucking off guys young enough to be her sons on a regular basis. But see her on the street and she looked and acted no different than any of the other wives and moms on the block. He said he loved to watch her work in her yard and think about how many times he had cum in her mouth and watched as she swallowed. Then he'd look at the other moms on the street and wonder how many of them were sucking some young guy--or guys--off." 

Tracy sat nodding as Cathy finished her story. 

"So what does that mean?" Tracy asked finally. "To us, I mean." 

"Well, the reason I thought of it is because of the way Jeff described her telling him to pull trunks down," Cathy replied. "He pulled them down and she just did it. He was completely surprised. He told me that he knew he had something on her, but he never really knew he could actually use it. Especially not like that. When she actually did it, he was blown away. Pardon the expression!" she laughed. 

"I still don't get what that means to us," Tracy said. "Do you think that she was like you? Really into giving blow jobs?" 

"Well, yeah, probably" Cathy said. "But that's not the point. He gave her the push. He told her to go back in the supply room. That was enough of a push." Cathy understood the point she wanted to make, but didn't know how to explain it. "The first time I went to Tony's, that would have been all the push I needed. I guess I would have rather the push come that way than from you guys, you know, manipulating me." 

"Your Mrs. Sanders had a bit more of a push than him telling her to go back to the supply room," Tracy countered. "She knew Jeff knew about her and the other guy, so she had to do something to protect herself. And it happened to be something she liked doing, so it worked out pretty well." Tracy gave Cathy a long, serious look. 

"And you never would have gone to Tony's if we hadn't done what we did. And then it's pretty damn unlikely that you'd ever have gotten around to doing more than one guy. But maybe we were wrong." Cathy started to protest, but Tracy continued, "Okay, say we were wrong. At least in our methods. But admit that you want to do it again. Right now if you could!" 

"And the other thing that made me think of that story is how right Jeff was," Cathy said, ignoring Tracy 's last remarks. "I mean, look at us! We're just like ol' Mrs. Sanders. We found a young stud to give us what we need and we made a routine out of it. And--hopefully--no one else has any clue." 

"Do you think Mrs. Sanders is still going in there sucking some kid's cock three times a week?" Tracy asked. 

"Funny, I hadn't thought about it that way, but she might. When Jeff knew he wasn't coming back the following summer, she got him to set her up with another kid that worked there. The other life guard had left by that time, so Jeff was the only one she was hooking up with." Cathy shrugged. "Think if Tony ever got a serious girlfriend, we'd have to have him round us up a new stud?" Cathy laughed, but even as Tracy laughed with her, she wondered what would happen. 

"I guess that's the reason I thought of it," said Cathy after a few moments of introspection, "That we've become Mrs. Sanders. You, me, Trish. People see us going about our usual lives and no one suspects a thing. But we're sneaking into the supply room every week for some secret excitement." 

"And you're wondering if we're the exception?" Tracy asked. "Or if a lot of women are doing it?" 

"Something like that," Cathy answered. "But it's more like I'm thinking like Jeff now. Looking at the women at my kids' soccer games and wondering if any of them are. Looking at the women in the supermarket with a bunch of kids and wondering. Don't you?" 

"I don't know," Tracy answered slowly. "Sometimes, I guess. But not always. Usually, there's something that tips you off, you know?" 

"So you think there's something about you that would tip people off? What about me?" Cathy asked. 

"Well, no. I don't mean like that." Tracy paused, thinking. "I mean.... well, hell. I don't really know what I mean, when you put it that way." Tracy shrugged. "Yeah, I guess if we're doing it and no one has a clue, why couldn't anyone else, right?" 

"Now you got it," Cathy said emphatically. "I mean, we aren't the only ones, obviously. But how many more are there?" 

"Well, there's Amy," Tracy said. "She's been fucking around on her husband since they got back from their honeymoon, just about!" 

"And Margaret," Cathy pointed out. "Do you think she still sees Tony?" 

"Probably," Tracy said without giving it much consideration. "But not like us. You know, on a regular basis. But I could see her doing it, if she had the chance. Hell, for that matter, I guess I could see just about any woman doing it if she had the chance. Given our circumstances, of course," Tracy quickly added. 

"Our circumstances?" Cathy asked. 

"Yeah, you know," Tracy replied. "If there was something missing from their relationship with their husbands and they had an opportunity to get it, well... why not?" 

"I don't really think it's that simple," Cathy said, shaking her head. "After all, I had gone ten years without something, but until you pushed me--or tricked me, more like it--I would never have considered it." 

"Are you sure?" Tracy asked, ignoring Cathy's jab. Cathy nodded, but she wasn't truly sure. Still, that was probably only hindsight. If she hadn't been with Tony and rediscovered her passion, then there never would have been a thirst to be slaked. Tracy must have read the uncertainty in Cathy's eyes. 

"What if," she asked, "a guy approached you on his own and started hitting on you? And what if he was really getting your attention?" 

"I don't think so," Cathy said. "I mean, it's not like I've never been hit on or flirted with. But that's all it was. And I never even thought about a guy like that in a sexual way." Tracy was nodding in agreement. 

"Yeah, I guess that's pretty true for me too," she admitted. "It was only after I had seen Trish's tapes and she totally got me thinking about what I had been missing that I even really considered it." 

"Same here," Cathy agreed. "I really hadn't even thought about giving head in so long I practically forgot about it altogether." 

"So you think there probably aren't a lot of us out there?" Tracy asked. "We're among the few Mrs. Sanders?" 

"That's kinda my question," Cathy replied. "I mean, there are going to be ones like Amy that no one would be surprised about. But what about the rest of them? How many of them are doing something, thinking about doing something or just cruising along ripe and waiting to be put in a situation like we were?" 

Tracy sat thinking before answering. 

"Well, I bet there are a lot of women who aren't getting everything they want from their husbands. But, like us, they sort of ignored it long enough and eventually forgot about it. Now if someone were to remind them, they might start thinking about what they were missing. But if they never have to confront it, they're probably content to keep it locked away." 

"So you think that's what happened to us?" Cathy asked. "Trish kinda forced us to confront it?" 

"Sort of," Tracy replied. "I mean, I hadn't forgotten about it. I just wasn't looking to do anything about it. What about you?" 

"I think I had just forgotten," Cathy said. "I hadn't really even thought about it in God knows how long. Now, it's on my mind all the time." 

"Yeah, that's how it is for me now," said Tracy . "It wasn't that I had forgotten completely, but I didn't really think about it much either. Now though," Tracy laughed, "I count the hours between times!" 

"I've been masturbating a half dozen times a week," Cathy confessed. "And that's something I hardly ever did. But now, I get so horny waiting for the next time and all..." She shrugged. "I guess before, when I was with a guy who liked getting sucked all the time, there was no waiting, so I didn't get like that. Now though, I have an incredible time that makes me want it even more... and then I have to wait another week!" 

"Speaking of incredible times," Tracy said. "What about it? Are you going to tell me?" Cathy drew a deep breath. She really wanted to tell Tracy everything. Had she done enough to make her point though? She didn't know. But she did know that it had been too good an experience not to talk about eventually. And if she was eventually going to tell Tracy anyway, wouldn't it be just as easy to go ahead and tell her now? 

Even as she was about to begin relating her experience, another thought popped into her head. Something Tracy had said. It had been a joke, no doubt. But Cathy decided to throw it out there anyway. 

"Remember when you said, if I did two guys, you'd let me watch Tony fuck you?" Cathy asked. The abruptness of the question registered immediately on Tracy 's face. 

"Wha..?" Tracy asked. "Did I say that?" 

"Yep. What about it?" 

"Uh, I don't think it was really a serious offer," Tracy said, squirming a little in her chair. "Why? Would you really want to?" Cathy smiled and shook her head. Tracy relaxed visibly. 

"No, I don't think I'd want to watch you fuck him," Cathy said, emphasizing the word 'fuck'. The emphasis wasn't lost on Tracy and her eyebrows arched. The two women looked at each other for a long moment. Cathy smiled and Tracy looked away. 

"I... I don't know," Tracy stammered. "I mean, I guess we've already seen each other and all, but..." Tracy had the same issue that Cathy had. It was one thing to have someone see you on video afterward. It was quite something else to have them standing there watching while you were in the act. 




Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 05



Cathy herself wasn't really sure that she wanted to be there, watching in person. It was difficult to imagine what would happen if they made eye contact while Tracy had a cock in her mouth. It was a scary, tingly thought. Could she watch Tracy give a blow job? Just stand there and watch? 

Cathy didn't really have any intention of pushing the issue. In pursuing it, Cathy was really only playing a game, trying to get back at Tracy for her part in setting Cathy up. Or was she just enjoying the fact that Tracy was uncomfortable with the conversation? 

It also postponed the telling of Cathy's encounter with Tony and his so-called roommate. Not that Cathy didn't want to tell, but she still felt it was necessary to make Tracy wait and maintain the appearance of resentment on Cathy's part. It wouldn't do to reward Tracy so soon after this latest manipulation. 

"Come on," Cathy said with a smile. "You're always talking about 'dirty girl factor'. What could be more dirty than sucking a dick while someone watches you?" 

"Nah," Tracy replied with a shake of her head. "That's not dirty, that's just uncomfortable." 

"Why?" 

"I don't know. It just is. Would you want me to watch you?" Tracy asked. 

"You forget," shot back Cathy. "I've already performed with an audience." 

"Yeah, but guys are different," Tracy said with a vague gesture. "Would you want another woman to watch you?" 

"Okay, forget it," Cathy said, feigning irritation. "If you want to chicken out, go back on your word, what can I do? I can't make you live up to your end of it, can I?" Tracy seemed genuinely startled by Cathy's words and tone of voice. Emboldened, Cathy decided to push further. 

"Well, I guess since I got manipulated into doing two guys, I guess that doesn't count, right? I mean," Cathy said with a sweeping gesture, "it's not like I agreed to do it. So why should you have to honor your part?" 

The two women sat in silence for a long moment. 

"You would really want to watch me?" Tracy asked at last. 

"Damn right! You've got blow job lips, remember?" Cathy wasn't so sure she wanted to, but since Tracy was apparently the more uncomfortable, Cathy decided to enjoy the moment. A thin smile crossed Tracy 's lips. 

"You would really just stand there and watch?" Tracy asked. Was she trying to call Cathy's bluff? Was Cathy really bluffing? 

"Yeah," Cathy answered, as if just making up her mind at that moment. "Yeah, I think I would." The two women locked eyes for a long, tense moment. 

"Okay," Tracy said quietly. "I guess it's only fair." She smiled and shrugged. "I guess I ought to see what it's like to have another person in the room before I get Tony and his buddy to double team me anyway, right?" She gave a nervous laugh and Cathy saw some red in her cheeks. 

Cathy just smiled back. She didn't trust her voice at the moment. Even though it was only a very vague agreement, no time and place set, Cathy was suddenly nervous. And, after pushing the issue, she could hardly back out. 

Cathy told herself that it was ridiculous to be nervous. Hadn't she just given two guys blow jobs while each watched her do the other? How, after that, could watching Tracy give a blow job make her so nervous? 

There was definitely an anticipatory tingle running through her. But there was some kind of nervous fear too and she couldn't explain it. She realized that, once again, she would be crossing some line and once she had, she could never go back. It would be like having sex with a male friend. Once it happened, there was no going back to the pre-sex relationship. 

Would it somehow radically change her relationship with Tracy? She didn't know and wasn't really sure that that was the issue anyway. Nevertheless, there was something daunting about it. Cathy just wasn't able to figure out what it was. 

"One thing, though," Tracy said. "Let's not tell Trish, okay?" She gave Cathy a long look and Cathy nodded. It seemed that neither of them felt particularly trusting of Trish. 

"Tony's going to tell her though," Cathy replied. 

"Sure, but not until afterward," Tracy smiled. "It's not like I'm going to tell Tony in advance. You're just going to show up with me, okay?" Cathy returned Tracy 's smile. Yes, it was about time someone else got a surprise. She was still pretty nervous about the whole idea. But cutting Trish out of the situation helped. 

"Okay, now tell me all about it already!"



Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 06



"Okay," Cathy began. "I got there and this so-called roommate, Dave, answers the door. And he makes it pretty obvious that he knows all about why I'm there, you know?" Cathy paused long enough to give Tracy a look of disapproval before continuing. Tracy ignored it. "So anyway, he lets me in and I follow him upstairs and Tony's waiting in the living room. He says hi and introduces me to Dave. And then..." Cathy paused. 

There had been some sort of vibe, hadn't there? She had sensed something, even though she didn't know exactly what it was. At the time, she probably thought it was just that Tony seemed to have told Dave why Cathy had come over. Who wouldn't be a little embarrassed? Standing in front of a guy who knew she was there to suck his roommate's cock? 

"And then?" Tracy prompted impatiently. 

"Well, and then.... nothing," Cathy shrugged. "We all stood there looking at each other for a long time. At least, it seemed like a long time to me." 

"That's it? You just looked at each other?" Tracy sounded incredulous. 

"Well, yeah," Cathy said with another shrug. "But then... well, Tony started to rub himself through his jeans. And then, well... Dave started doing it too. And they were looking at me... well, maybe like predators or something." Cathy took a deep breath and let out a sigh. The electricity in the air had been like nothing else she had ever experienced. Her heart had been racing, her hands sweaty and the adrenaline rush almost intolerable. She hadn't known what she wanted to do or what she would do. But the charge tingling through her body barely allowed her to stand still. And they had just stood there, rubbing themselves, letting the tension mount. 

She tried to convey the feeling to Tracy , but her words sounded woefully inadequate. 

"I just couldn't stand it," she said. "I wanted something to... to... happen or... something. Just something to break the... the tension. I could hardly stand it anymore." She took another deep breath and let out a long sigh. "It was... unnerving, electrifying, exciting and scary and... well, you get the picture. And they just kept me hanging there like that, like cats playing with a mouse. Yeah, that's a pretty good way to describe it. Like they already knew they had me. 

"Which of course," Cathy shot another look at Tracy , "they probably already knew, thanks to you." 

"No thanks necessary!" Tracy chirped. Cathy threw her another half-hearted sour look before continuing. 

"Then Tony just says, 'Why don't you do Dave first?'" Cathy paused for emphasis. "I just looked at him. I heard his words and I knew what he meant, I just couldn't believe it. I was surprised, truly. How stupid is that? I mean, I went over there to give a bj and next thing I know, two guys are staring at me and rubbing themselves. Why was I surprised that they figured I'd do both of them?" Cathy almost flashed another look at Tracy , but only another shrug came out. 

"I mean," Cathy continued. "If I'm enough of a slut to go over there and suck Tony off every week, why would I be surprised that they would think I was enough of a slut to suck off one of his buddies too, right? It wasn't until afterward that I put it all together with you and Trish and you two screwing with me again. 

"At the time, I was just plain old surprised." 

"Well, you have to admit," laughed Tracy , "you WERE enough of a slut to suck them both off!" Cathy tried to flash another look, but a smile crept out instead. She let out a small laugh and nodded. 

"Yeah, I guess I am. Who knew?" The corner of her mouth curled up in chagrin. "I had never seen the guy before in my life and I sucked his dick! With Tony watching, no less!" She shook her head, as if in disbelief. But inside, was she really so surprised at herself? No, not really. 

She had been struggling with the idea of being on a schedule. Of having what she craved rationed out to her in weekly parcels. Suddenly there was more to be had. And she, apparently, was enough of a slut to make the most of it. 

"So then...? Tracy prodded. 

"Well, what do you think, 'then?'!" Cathy said with mock sarcasm. "He--Dave--unzipped his pants and next thing I knew, I was staring at his cock." She shrugged. "It was pretty nice. Not as big as Tony's, but pretty good sized. He wasn't a hundred percent hard, but it was getting harder as he stroked it. I just stared at it for a minute. Then Tony said something like, 'Well, what are you waiting for?' and... well, I guess you pretty much know what happened next!" Cathy smiled sheepishly, feeling the warm tingle of a blush on her cheeks. 

"Just like that? Right there?" Tracy asked with little squeal in her voice. Cathy nodded. "Details! Give me details!" 

"Well, he--Dave, that is--was standing at the side of the room in front of the TV, you know?" Tracy nodded. "So I just walked over, knelt down and he put it in my mouth." Cathy paused, a thought occurring to her. "I think this pretty much settles whether or not I like it because of the man or not. I mean, I didn't know this kid at all and I still wanted it. Pretty bad too." 

She paused, reflecting. In college it had been easy to pretend that it had been Tommy, that he was special to her. Her desire to please him revolved around him being that special someone. Had she suspected even back then that it wasn't him so much as her desire to be pleasing? Was he just in the right place at the right time? To be sure, they had had a good relationship, but was it the driving force behind her craving to suck him off? 

Now, of course, she knew for certain. Yes, she did have a need to please, to give a man pleasure. But it didn't stem from any special bond or love or anything romantic. There was some sort of slut inside her, one that fed on having a man in her mouth, letting him use her for his pleasure. 

"I guess," Cathy said slowly, still searching for words. "I guess I always thought that I liked doing it because I cared about the man I was with and wanted to do it. You know, for him." 

"But now?" Tracy prompted. 

"Now..." Cathy shrugged. "I guess I really am the slut you and Trish think I am. At least when it comes to giving blow jobs. I still don't have any desire to fuck Tony or his friend." She shrugged. Tracy giggled. "What?" Cathy asked. 

"Nothing," Tracy said, still giggling. "Just can't believe that you really did it! With the other one watching!" Cathy grinned. 

"That was ah, actually... one of the most, um... one of the hottest things about it, I think," she said, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks again. "They were talking to each other, talking about what I was doing, while I was doing it!" Cathy gave an involuntary shudder as the memory elicited a tingle all over her body. She would have thought that having an audience would have made her reluctant, but in fact, the opposite had been true. 

"So, go on. You're sucking Dave's dick and they're high-fiving each other," Tracy said with a little laugh. Cathy laughed too. 

"Well, I didn't suck Dave that long. I think I deep throated him a couple times, but I really didn't, I don't know... do everything? I mean, I guess I wasn't done with him when I felt him starting to tense up. Then he said he was going to cum and Tony said, 'Shoot it in her mouth dude! She'll swallow it all!' I don't know why, but that made me sooo wet! I almost came a second time when Dave came, but I wasn't quite there yet." 

"So then he came in your mouth?" Tracy asked, somewhat unnecessarily. Cathy nodded. "And you swallowed his cum?" Cathy nodded again. "Damn!" Tracy said, with a big grin. "You're such a little slut! I love it! I can't wait to see the video of this!" 

"Funny," Cathy said, remembering. "I saw Tony with the camera just before I started, but I totally forgot about it when they were talking. I was, I don't know... so... so energized? having someone actually watching me that I didn't really think about the camera." It wasn't until she had swallowed down Dave's offering and was licking and sucking the last strands out of him that she saw Tony moving in to get a close-up. 

"Dude, what did I tell you," Tony had said. "She swallows. She loves it, don't you?" Cathy had deliberately looked up at the camera and licked the last drop from Dave's cock before answering. 

"Let me show you," she had said. "Take it out and put it in my mouth." Cathy had been close to her second orgasm with Dave and within a few minutes of sucking Tony's cock, it had erupted through her, sending a wave a pleasure through her. 

"So then you did Tony?" Tracy 's question brought her back to the present. She nodded. 

"Yeah, he lasted quite a bit longer and I got to, you know, enjoy myself," Cathy said with grin. She came twice with Tony in her mouth before he finally erupted. This time though, Cathy remembered about the video camera. She turned to Dave and opened her mouth, revealing the sticky cum inside. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed it down, smiling for the camera. 

She had felt a bit self-conscious about it. She had done it for Tracy and Trish's benefit really. For whatever reason, she was still a bit embarrassed about it and didn't mention it to Tracy . It would be a pleasant surprise for her friend when she saw the video, Cathy though with a little grin. 

"Okay, now what about me getting to watch you?" Cathy asked. She was a bit surprised at the directness of her own question. She still had some butterflies at the thought of watching Tracy give a blow job. 

"Well, I won't get my period until next week, and that's when I usually give him a blow job," Tracy answered. Her words were matter-of-fact, but Cathy saw a little nervousness in her eyes. Or was it excitement? Anticipation? 

"Okay," Cathy replied after a slightly awkward pause. "I guess I don't want to ruin your fun for this week." The two women laughed. It sounded a little nervous to Cathy.



Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 07



Trish sat at her desk in the store office watching one of the more recent videos Tony had made for her. It was after five and no one else was around, so she was free to rub herself through her slacks as she watched. This particular girl wasn't one of the best, but her awkwardness indicated her lack of experience and Trish found that appealing. 

Trish had chosen this video because of that and because it was the first one of this particular girl. Trish had found that the second and third times Tony had filmed girls were not nearly as good as the first time. Once Trish had seen a girl suck his cock and/or fuck him, there was no big thrill to see her do it again. Trish wanted a steady parade of new faces. That was what she found stimulating. That so many were so willing. 

To that end, Trish had found herself screwing around with the schedules of girls or being a bit tough on them once they had been taped. It was helping. Her turnover rate was higher than it had ever been. Ed bitched because he was forever having to train new people and deal with the mistakes that new people tended to make. But Trish didn't give a shit about that. As long as there was a stream of new girls coming in the door, girls that could potentially be added to her collection, she was as close to happy as she was going to get. 

A knock at the outer office door interrupted her. She got up and went out to unlock the door. It was dark in the outer office. The lights were out and the door locked to give the impression no one was still there. The light from Trish's office couldn't be seen out here. 

Only one person knew that the office wasn't deserted. 

"Tony," she greeted him curtly as he entered and closed the door behind him. He held up a disk and smiled. 

"You were so right about her," he said with a laugh. "She went for it just like you said." 

Trish nodded. It really had been pretty obvious that Cathy, if set up, would do exactly what she had. Namely, to blow both Tony and Dave. She reached out to take the disk from Tony. He extended it out to her, then snatched it back at the last instant. 

"Not so fast!" he laughed. He held up the video camera in his other hand. "We've got some business to see to first." He gestured toward her office. 

Trish forced herself not to react. There was an anger in her. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself in the worst way. But she kept her face expressionless. After all, he would love to have her curse at him, threaten him... and then get down on her knees and suck his cock. 

And as much as she resented it, she was going to do it. It was the price she had to pay for him to provide her with a steady supply of masturbation material. But if she had to do it, she wanted to deny him as much pleasure as she could. The less willing she was, the more he enjoyed it. So she had learned to react stoically to his taunts. 

At one time, there had been something in it for her. She had, by her own admission, gotten off watching herself perform fellatio. She had even "acted the part" to give herself a video worth watching later. But, like with the girls in the store, the thrill of it faded. It was new faces Trish wanted to see. And once the appeal of the videos waned, her reasons for continuing to do it had everything to do with Tony's desires and nothing to do with her own. 

That galled her, but she was determined not to let it show. She continued to play for the camera and tell her friends how much she enjoyed seeing herself afterward. But the reality was different and every time she got down on her knees, she grew a little more bitter. 

They retreated into Trish's office and Trish quickly got on her knees. It was another attempt to deny him enjoyment at her expense. He liked to tell her to get on her knees and then video tape her compliance. If she had disrupted anything for him though, he gave no sign. 

"Oh, yeah, Trish! I like it when you get down on your knees in a hurry like that!" he said. The camera, Trish noted, was on and pointed at her. 

"Let's get this over with," she replied with a carefully composed look of boredom on her face. He seemed in no hurry, panning the camera up and down her as she knelt on the floor. His smile was infuriating, but Trish's self-control didn't waiver. At last he set the camera down on the desk and pointed it at her. Then he stepped up to her and unzipped his fly. 

"You know, Trish," he said as he fished his cock out of his pants, "sometimes I think it would be good enough to just stand here with my cock hanging in your face, 'cause I know you'd hate that!" He laughed and stepped close enough for his three-quarters erect cock to rub against her cheek. She looked up at him without moving out of the way, her look of boredom still protecting her. He rubbed it on her face for a few moments as she held still, ignoring his attempts to add to her humiliation. 

"Nah," he said at last. "I think I'd rather have you suck it." He laughed. 

"Whatever," she said flatly. She quickly took him into her mouth before he could taunt her further. 

There was a familiarity to it. The way he felt in her mouth as he became fully erect. The taste and texture of the skin of his cock. How it stretched her lips as she took him deep into her mouth. She knew intimately every wrinkle and vein. Not because she wanted to. But because she was a pragmatist. Whatever could shorten the duration of this moment was useful to her. She didn't want to spend one second longer on her knees than she had to. 

He groaned as her mouth slid up and down his pulsing shaft. 

"God, I love having my cock in your mouth," he breathed huskily. Trish tried to ignore his words, but she felt the warm wetness between her legs. How she hated the way her body responded! Her self-control could not prevent it, and it made her angry with herself. 

She moaned in response, momentarily forcing her mouth down on him until he pressed against the back of her throat. He groaned again. 

"You know why I love it?" he asked. She didn't respond. "Because I don't have to hear your bitching!" he laughed. "I bet there are a bunch of guys that would love to shut you up by shoving their cocks in your mouth!" 

Trish concentrated on trying to get him off, tried to block out his words. He was good at pushing her buttons, finding ways to make this as unpleasant as possible for her. She knew her best defense was to bring him to orgasm as quickly as she could. She moaned again and quickened her pace. 

Just as she felt him starting to get close, he pulled away and retrieved the camera from the desk. 

"No too fast!" he said, smirking. The smirk burned her and for an instant, she almost let herself fight back. But she quickly regained her bored look as he pointed the camera at her. 

"So how does my cock taste tonight, Trish?" She looked at him and said nothing. "Ready to taste my cum?" He waited, but she remained silent. "If you want to drag this out..." he shrugged. 

"Okay," she said in her best monotone, "I want you to cum in my mouth." 

"And then?" 

"I'm going to swallow it." 

"Yeah, you are," he said, as if ordering her. She was bristling on the inside. He stepped back up to her and she leaned forward to take him back in her mouth. Just as her lips closed, he pulled back, eluding her. She leaned forward still farther, but once again he pulled back. It was a game she knew well. He told her that he liked seeing her reach for it, like she was desperate to have it. She played along, knowing that he would eventually relent and let her get on with finishing the task. 

"How many people," Tony mused as he let her finally capture him again with her mouth, "would be surprised to see you on your knees like this? Sucking cock? You're the boss lady, right? You don't take crap from anyone and they all know it. Yet here you are, on your knees--on your knees, bitch! You hate being on your knees, don't you? Sucking my dick might piss you off, but having to do it on your knees... that's what really gets you, right?" 

In reply, Trish redoubled her efforts, bobbing faster and deeper. All the while she tried not to notice the wetness between her legs that Tony's words had elicited. 

"You hate being a cocksucker, but even more, you hate being a cocksucker on your knees, right?" She stifled a moan, her pussy dripping. She wanted so desperately for him to cum and let this be over. 

Eventually, Tony relented. She felt him stiffening, the sign of his imminent orgasm. She didn't slow down until she felt the first hot, thick splatter from him hit her throat and tongue. The taste wasn't particularly pleasant, but it was familiar. More importantly, to Trish it had become associated with the end of the act and therefore almost a relief to taste it. 

"Ah, damn!" breathed Tony as the stream from his cock subsided. "I bet even your husband hasn't cum in your mouth as much as I have." He flashed her a wicked grin. "And I know you've swallowed more of my cum than anyone else's." The most grating, irritating thing about it was that he was probably right. He most definitely was about the swallowing. 

She was careful to milk him thoroughly, making sure she drained him completely. If she didn't, he would rub any dribbles on her face or her hair or her clothes. His sperm on her face far more demeaning. At least when she swallowed it, there was very little to see on the video. By contrast, the sight of his cum smeared across her cheek was a scarlet letter, loaded with humiliation. 

At last she finished and sat back on her heels. She stared blankly, keeping her mask of boredom intact. This was another part of the game. She couldn't get up until he told her she could. Some times he would wait for several minutes, savoring her discomfort. Or walk around her with the camera, video taping her on her knees from every angle. 

Tonight, something different was happening and Trish didn't know what it was. That made her nervous. As much as she detested this routine, it was a routine. Predictable. It was like paying taxes. It had to be done, but there was a formula to it. Once paid, she could relax until they were due again. Any variation was unlikely to be a good thing. 

Without instructing her to get up, Tony walked out of the office. Confused, Trish rose and, after a moment of hesitation, began to follow. Before she got much farther than her office door, though, she saw something that stopped her cold. 

Tony was coming back through the outer office and his friend Dave was behind him. The fact that Tony still had the disk in his hand sent a cold shiver down her spine. 

"Hey, get back in there!" Tony said, gesturing back toward her desk. "We aren't done yet!" His smile was making her blood rise. She didn't know what Tony had in mind. But if he wanted what she thought he did, the answer was no. 

"What do you mean?" she asked, fighting to keep her tone level, flat. 

"This," Tony said, holding up the disk, "is a two blow job disk. It deserves a second blow job, dontcha think?" 

In spite of her self control, her arms folded across her chest and her legs and hips switched to a familiar defiant stance. She shook her head. 

"No, I don't think so, Tony." 

"You sure?" he asked. "This one's pretty hot." He waved the disk again. Jaw clenched, she shook her head again. 

"It's not going to happen," she said. She wanted to scream it at him, but she knew it only fed into his enjoyment. She wasn't sure if she was more pissed off at his audacity, expecting her to go down on this kid at his command. Or the fact that even after she had sucked his cock, he was going to leave without giving her that new disk. 

Tony shrugged. He turned to his friend. 

"Sorry dude," he said to Dave. "I thought she'd be a little more willing, given what's on here." Again he waved the disk. Trish bristled, her jaw muscles clenching. 

It burned her not to get that disk. She had truly been looking forward to it. But here was a precedent that she would not set. Trish knew if she were to give in, there would be no limits. Tony could push her to anything. She would be forced to her knees again and again, as many times as he wanted. No, she had already given too much ground. 

She watched stone-faced as Tony and Dave left the office. Then she went back to her desk, unzipped her slacks and brought herself to orgasm as she watched the video she had had on earlier. 

Though she denied it to herself, her orgasm didn't come from watching the awkward girl blow Tony. She was fingering herself, hearing his words in her head, "How many people would be surprised to see you on your knees like this?" The next instant her hips were bucking as she climaxed.