1 comments/ 98986 views/ 6 favorites Peggy's Story By: Forrest_Hump A club does exist. I have taken some literary license as to what goes on there. Peggy and I had paired up at several swinger parties. We also got together several times without Becky, my wife, knowing. We became good friends, or friends with benefits might be a better way to put it. I trusted her enough to tell her my deepest personal secrets, and she could do likewise. Peggy was married to Steve. Steve was not a swinger. The rumor was that he was gay. No one denied that he was a snob and an asshole. I don't have anything against gays, but I can't stand a snob or an asshole. Steve was a senior vice-president or something in one of the largest banks in town. He earned a high six-figure salary. I had seen around town. He was always too important to talk to me. He just didn't seen to have what it takes to rise as high as he had in the bank. If you talked to him for five minutes, you would move your money to another bank the next day. I know I did. Look up dork in the dictionary, you will find Steve's picture. His skin was so white, you knew that he never got out into the sun. Whenever he got out in the sun, he would burn and peel easily. His hair was blond and thinning. Those who went to school with him said that he had a middle age spread when he was in junior high. His handshakes were weak and clammy. I always wanted to wash my hands after shaking his hand. I had always wondered why Peggy ever dated him and could never understand why she married him. It had to be money. But, Peggy didn't seem the type to worry about money. She was strong and confident. She could make it on her own. Peggy seemed to have some underlying tension or anger. She would swing, but it was like she was angry about something, her life maybe. Who knows? After one of our love making sessions, Peggy and I were in the bed enjoying each other's company. I had been wondering how and why she married Steve. She had never volunteered the information, so I asked. "Peggy, I know it is none of my business, but I have to know? How did you ever get hooked up with Steve? You are so much better than him." Peggy's face tensed. Had I said the wrong thing? I was worried. Peggy was not very happy. Would we be friends any longer? "I really care about you. I trust you, and I am going to tell you something that I have never told another living sole. But, you can never breathe a word of it to anyone. Promise?" Peggy responded. "I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die!" I said. "I hate my husband. I have hated him from the first time I laid eyes on him. I swing because that is the way that I get back at him for ruining my life. Swinging becomes my few moments of freedom. When I am fucking somebody at a party, I find pleasure in knowing that it is not him." Peggy began telling me her story. Peggy was the daughter of a local building contractor, Al Simpson, a successful man who made a decent living, but not a wealthy man. Steve was a good ten years older than her. She was twenty when she first met Steve. Steve was a junior executive at the bank. He had languished in the same job for years. He was inept and going nowhere. Peggy was hired on as a teller for the summer before her sophomore year in college. Her salary was much more than she ever expected. Even though she had other offers she would have enjoyed more, the money was too good to pass up. The bank had made her an offer that she could not refuse. Steve asked Peggy out on her first day at work. She politely refused. Steve was just not her type, or anyone's else's type for that matter. Steve was persistent, but Peggy always refused. She was beautiful, with a great figure. She could have her pick of the guys, and Steve was not one she would ever consider dating. It wasn't his looks so much. There was just something about him that Peggy detested. Steve came across a shallow, very shallow. Al Simpson's, Peggy's father, contracting business was doing great. He received several large contracts from Frank Wormer, a large developer in town. Al had to borrow a lot of money to purchase new equipment so that he could complete the contacts on time. Al borrowed all of the money from the bank where Peggy worked. It was just too easy, but Al was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The loans were approved at a record pace. It just so happened that Steve was the loan officer for Al's accounts. The loans had gone through without a hitch. Steve mentioned one day that he knew Peggy was Al's daughter before Peggy ever applied for the job at the bank. Peggy thought that was odd, but didn't give it a second though. Someone must have told him. It was not a big town. There was a penalty clause in each contract that Al signed, but Al didn't worry. With the new equipment, Al could finish his contracts in plenty of time. Things were running along wonderfully. Al's work was proceeding at a good pace. Everyone was happy with the quality of his work. Then, disaster struck. Steve called Al into his office. Steve explained that the bank auditors had reviewed Al's loans. They said that he was severely overextended. The auditors required Al to make a large payment or the loans would be called in. Al asked Steve how they could call in his loans when he wasn't late on any of his payments. Steve explained that it was all spelled on page 7 of 24 in the fine print. If the bank auditors believed that Al was overextended, they could call in all or part of the note. "Al, didn't you read all 24 pages of the loan agreement and promissory note?" Steve asked. Who does? Steve told Al he had one week, or the bank would call in the notes and seize the equipment. Without the equipment, Al could not finish the jobs and the penalty clause would kick in. Al would be ruined. He would lose everything. Al pleaded with Steve. He would have the money, but he was not due for a draw for another month. Steve would not budge. Make a large payment within seven days or the bank would repossess the equipment on the eighth day. Al went to several other banks and the response from all was the same. How was he ever able to borrow so much money? The amount of money he borrowed far exceed all banking rules. Nobody would loan Al a dime. He was ruined. He would lose everything that he had, his home, his cars, his savings, everything. Peggy made up her mind to do something about her father's problems. She would talk to Steve. Steve was cold to her. It was payback time for all the times Peggy had refused his advances. Peggy had to plead with Steve. She told him, "I will do anything if you help my father." "Anything?" Steve asked. Taking a hard gulp, Peggy responded, "Anything." "Then marry me." Steve demanded. "I'll get your Father's loans extended for sixty days until the wedding. After the wedding, I will take care of them for good. You will have to sign a prenup. Mr. Jennings will have to approve the loans personally because of the auditor's report." Tom Jennings was the president of the bank. Peggy was dumbfounded. Married? She was willing to fuck Steve a time or two. She wasn't a virgin and enjoyed sex, but marriage. That was too permanent. She offered to have sex with him, but Steve was adamant. He wanted her to marry him. Take it or leave it. She loved her father too much to let him down. Peggy consented. She signed a prenup that gave Steve everything if they were to divorce. Peggy would leave the marriage with the clothes on her back in any divorce. Steve told her that if she ever decided to back out of the marriage, the bank had enough influence to have her father's contractor's license revoked. He would never work again. On their honeymoon, Peggy and Steve went to an very exclusive and very private lodge outside of Vail, Colorado. Peggy was surprised to see the Tom Jennings, Frank Wormer and several important men from their home town a the lodge. Peggy also notice several young women from the bank and a few other women that she had seen around town. "What is going on, Steve? What are all these people from our home town doing here?" Peggy asked. "The bank holds the mortgage on the lodge. It gives certain employees free vacations as a perk. You will find out the rest in due time." Steve's told her. Their first night together was a surprise for Peggy, not the surprise she was expecting. Considering all the times Steve had asked her out and she refused, Peggy thought that Steve would be excited about having sex with her. Steve didn't seem interested. He just could not get it up. Peggy was relieved. She hoped that he could never get it up. The next day Peggy met some of the girls she knew at the bank and joined them on the ski slopes. Peggy had a great time. After all, Steve was somewhere else and not bothering her. The girls all seemed to have a secret. The would look at Peggy then giggle and whisper. No one told Peggy what the secret was. Finally, she confronted Judith. Judith was a loan officer with the bank and the oldest of the group, about thirty-five. "Judith, what is going on. You all seem to know something that I don't know. And, why are all of you here?" Peggy demanded. "Hasn't Steve told you yet?" replied Judith. "Told me what? He hasn't said much to me at all. He forced me to marry him and now he hardly touches me." Peggy responded. "I'll tell you so that you won't be blind sided. In your situation, you should think before you act." Judith whispered. "Think about what?" Peggy questioned. "Tonight you will be asked to have sex with one or more of the wealthy men here. If you chose not to, then your father will be ruined. If you agree, then you will live a very comfortable life with Steve. Your father will be safe and secure. He can retire one day a wealthy man. That is what everyone is doing here. That is what I did to get my job and keep it along with the high pay. Some of the girls here are trying to get ahead the easy way. Several are the wives of junior executives trying to win promotions for there husbands. Steve has promised the bosses YOU if he could have the new vice president opening. These men are members of a very exclusive club back home. Few people know it exists, and fewer still talk about it openly. The members are just too powerful. If they wanted to they could make life miserable for you and your family. These men will lose a million dollars on an investment and never bat an eye. But, if you owe them ten bucks, they will hound you straight into hell before the will let you get away without paying. Money is not important. It is just the way they keep score. They have so much, they could never spend it all in ten lifetimes. One other thing, you have to act like you enjoy it." Judith whispered. Peggy was stunned. Never in her wildest dreams could she ever imagined this would happen to her. She was going to be their whore. What would she do? She knew what her answer would be. She had to protect her family. She couldn't let them down. After all, the men who were here were a lot better looking than Steve. She would do it. She would pretend that she liked it. She would save her father's business. But, she would despise Steve until the day she died. And, she would despise the men who did this to her. "What am I supposed to do?" Peggy inquired. "Tonight, Steve will tell you that he is too tired to do anything and will insist that you and I go out for drinks. I will come by at about 7:00. You and I will have a wonderful meal and drinks. I am supposed to slip something in your drink. I will give a signal to Tom Jennings and your "date" for tonight will appear at our table. He will suggest that we go to his suite. We will and you will have sex with him. I can still slip something in your drink. It will take the edge off of what you have to do. You should know that sometimes it is more than one man." "I don't need any drug or want any. I want to remember what Steve and these assholes are making me do. What else is there that you have not told me?" Peggy answered with a sullen fury in her voice. "There will be a hidden camera in the room to blackmail you if you get out of line, as they call it. Back home they have a secret club. You will be required to attend their parties. You will be at the beck and call of all the members. You should not turn any of them down until you know who you are dealing with. Some men are just too powerful to offend. If you do turn down a member, you had better hook up with someone more influential quickly." Judith explained. That night things happened just as Judith said they would. Steve was too tired to go out. He insisted the Peggy go to dinner with Judith. Judith and Peggy went to the hotel restaurant for dinner. They were seated in a booth in the back. Peggy wasn't very hungry. She didn't eat much, but she ordered the most expensive items on the menu. It was one way of getting back if only a little. At the end of the meal and after several drinks, Judith asked Peggy if she was ready. Peggy replied, "I don't think I will ever be ready. But, the sooner we start, the sooner we get it over with. Do it!" "Okay. Just act like you have had way too much to drink, so they think I have drugged you." Judith said. Judith took her napkin and neatly folded it on the table. That was the signal that the drug had worked, if Peggy had really taken a drug. Tom Jennings and Frank Wormer stood up from a table across the room and approached the women's table. Judith stood up. The men acted surprised to see them. After a bit of small talk, they asked if they could sit with them and have a drink. Tom slid into the booth on Peggy's right and Frank slid into the booth from her left. This was carefully planned. Peggy was trapped. Judith returned to the booth on Frank's left. All the puzzles fit in place. These men had it all planned from the beginning. Tom made sure that Peggy was hired by he bank by offering her a large salary. He had approved the loans for her father. He had the auditors call in the loan. He approved the extension when Peggy agreed to marry Steve. Frank Wormer, to worm, made sure that Peggy's father got the contracts that eventually put him in a financial bind. It was all a set up. Peggy was resigned to what would happen that night. Her only compensation was that they were better than fucking Steve. Both men were on the far side of sixty. Tom was about six feet and lean. His hair was gray. Frank was shorter and thicker. His hair was gray sprinkled with a few dark hairs. Both were in good shape and good looking for their age. But, too old for Peggy. Tom and Frank suggested that they go to Tom's cabin. Peggy pretended to be a little hesitant, but she knew she had to go. The "cabin" was fantastic. It was fifty yards a way from the main hotel. In interior was luxurious, plush carpet, large fire place. A table in the middle of the room was loaded with wines, champaign, and assorted fruits and snacks. On the back of the cabin, a deck overlooked the valley. A hot tub was on one side. The view was fantastic. Peggy would have loved it if she was there with someone she cared about. She really could have enjoyed herself. Tom poured Peggy some wine. Being cautious, Peggy took a small sip. A few minutes later she felt herself getting a buzz on. It was spiked. She would not eat or drink anything else that they gave her. A slight buzz was just what she wanted. She needed a little extra courage to do what was expected of her. Peggy noticed that throughout the night, the men would not face one particular wall. They went so far as to walk backwards as if they approached that wall. She was sure that a hidden camera was on that wall. Judith did her part. "I have never been in a hot tub, outside and in the snow." "Well, let's all hop in!" exclaimed Frank. "But, we don't have any bathing suits." Peggy objected. "Hell, don't you know that it is against the law to sit in a hot tub with a bathing suit after dark? We are all big boys and girls. You don't have to be modest with us." Tom said as he looked at Judith. It must have been a signal because Judith began to undress. She threw her bra at Tom and draped her thong on Frank's face as she raced to the hot tub. Frank and Tom were between Peggy and the door. She was trapped. With a sigh of submission, Peggy hurried out of her clothes. She was not going to do a striptease for two horny old men. The sooner she got her clothes off, the sooner she got in the hot tub and the less they could ogle. Peggy jumped in the tub with Judith. "Don't worry honey. It won't be so bad. You will get used to it." Judith tried to comfort her. Tom and Frank hopped into the tub. Frank had brought a bottle of wine and four plastic cups. As soon as he settled into the tub, he poured everyone a drink. Peggy watched closely. She did not take a drink until everyone else had. The wine shouldn't have been spiked if they all drank from the same bottle. As upset as she was, Peggy thought to herself, "at least they aren't as bad as Steve." Peggy was still tense. Tom and Frank's hands were all over her. She was not responding. The men were becoming frustrated with Peggy. Then, Judith asked Peggy her another plastic cup for her wine. Peggy had to stand up in front of Judith to reached the cups on the far side of the hot tub. To do this Peggy's back was to Judith. Without warning, Judith wrapped her arms around Peggy's waist and pulled Peggy to her lap. Judith's legs were together. Peggy instinctively spread her legs so that they were on the outside of Peggy's legs. This way the men had unobstructed access to Peggy's pussy. Judith had done this before. She was good. Peggy started to resist. "Settle down, Peggy. No one is going to hurt you. Just relax. Have a little more wine. Let's all just talk for a while." Judith said. Peggy was sitting on Judith's lap with her legs spread. Tom was on the left and Frank was on the right. Judith held on tight for a few minutes. Peggy had no where to go. These three were good at what they were doing. Peggy surmised that they had a lot of practice. The mood changed. It was more relaxed. The men talked about buying a condo on the mountain. The both wanted a hot tub and view like the one they were enjoying. Both asked Peggy if she would like to visit them and maybe bring a friend. Peggy was polite in her response, but noncommital. Without Peggy realizing it, Judith has begun to massage Peggy's thighs and up the side of her torso. Her hands deftly approached Peggy's tits. Slowly Judith kneaded Peggy's tits in ways only a woman could understand. The men kept talking about inconsequential things, but slipped her hands on to Peggy's thighs. They gently stroked her legs gradually easing over to the inside of Peggy's legs. They reached further until they were found Judith's legs. Judith felt their touch and spread her legs allowing them assess to her clit. Tom was the first one to explore Judith's opening. He softly rubbed the outside lips of Judith's pussy. Then, taking his middle finger, he inserted it slightly in the bottom of her slit. He moved his finger up to the top of her vagina and retreated continued up to the bottom of Peggy's pussy. Peggy gasped. She was shocked, but that soon wore off. As Tom continued up her slit, she was surprised that it did not feel that bad. She couldn't believe that it could feel good. This was against her will. She didn't want to enjoy any of this. Tom continued to Peggy's clit and paused for a moment. He stroked it every so faintly. Then, eased his finger back down to where it started in Judith. In the meantime, Frank was exciting Judith. His finger plunged deep into Judith's pussy looking for her g-spot. Frank applied pressure on the g-spot with his middle finger and massaged Judith's clit with his thumb. Judith's breathing increased. She pulled Peggy close to her and pressed the side of her face into Peggy's back. Her hands cupped Peggy's boobs. Judith experienced a deep orgasm and several smaller ones. But, this story is about Peggy. Peggy's Story Peggy was at a crossroads. What was she to do? If she backed out her family would be ruined. She couldn't let that happen. Give in. Pretend she was with someone else. Try to enjoy it. What was that old saying, if rape was inevitable, lie back and enjoy it. As Tom's finger returned to Judith's pussy. Frank moved up to Peggy's pussy. His middle finger searched for her g-spot and his thumb massaged her clit. Frank was good. Peggy started to relax, and it felt good. He brought her to a small orgasm within a few minutes. Peggy reached down and grabbed both cocks. She knew it was expected of her and maybe the old guys would be satisfied with just a hand job. No such luck. They knew that at their age one orgasm a night was about it. They had had thousands of hand jobs in their lives. Peggy was just too inexperienced to get them off unless they wanted to get off. As if by some prearranged signal, the men stood up. Their cocks were stiff and pointing to the sky. Both were about seven inches long. Each had Peggy by the hand and helped her exit the hot tub. They escorted her to the main bedroom. The fireplace was the only source of light in the room. Towels were waiting for them on the bed. Both men took a towel and dried Peggy and themselves off. They helped her to the middle of the bed and had her lie down on her back. Again, Tom was on her left and Frank on her right. Each gently caressed a tit, squeezing the nipples. They eventually licked and sucked on them. Peggy wondered when they would return to her pussy. Peggy felt movement at the foot of the bed. She glanced down and saw Judith crawling on all fours. Peggy assumed that Judith would be joining them and taking one of the men off her hands. Well, she was partially right. Judith would be joining them. Peggy felt something soft and wet nuzzle her shaved cunt. A tongue! Tom and Frank were sucking her tits. Who? Judith! Peggy was startled. She tried to get up, but the men gently but forcefully held her down. She was a prisoner and accepted her faith. Judith knew what she was doing, an expert at pussy eating. First, she smothered Peggy's pussy with her mouth. Then, she back off and showed a gentler side. Her tongue tickled Peggy's clit and fondled her pussy lips. Her fingers massaged around the lips, pulling and lifting them up occasionally. Eventually, one or more fingers would explore the inner depths, massaging the sides and that wonderful, sensitive g-spot. Peggy responded like never before. This was her first time with a woman. She never believed it could be so wonderful. She soon forgot that she was being forced. It all felt so good. Orgasm followed orgasm. She came close to fainting several times. Tom and Frank presented their cocks to Peggy's face. She would alternate sucking one and stroking the other. While Peggy sucked ferociously on Frank's cock, Tom broke away. Before she knew it, Tom had replaced Judith's tongue with his cock. Tom was pumping like mad. This lasted only a few minutes. Once, Peggy was well lubricated, he pulled out and flipped her over on her stomach. He grabbed her by her hips an pulled her ass to his cock. Peggy found herself on all fours. Tom reentered her pussy from behind, and Frank shoved his cock in her mouth. She was being fucked from both ends. She was not very comfortable with this. Then, Judith joined in again. Judith was on her back as she wiggled under Peggy with her head to Peggy's pussy. As Tom pumped Peggy's cunt, Judith began to massage Peggy's clit with her tongue and fingers. This was another new experience for Peggy. Judith made it all worthwhile. Peggy enjoyed one orgasm after another. It wasn't long before Tom came. Once he shot his load, Tom was through for the evening. He had to get a drink. He was dehydrated. Eventually, he fell asleep on the couch in the den. Peggy had a little respite. She wanted to finish with Frank and get the hell out of that place. Peggy grabbed Frank and threw him onto the bed. She climbed on his cock with her dripping pussy. Because of their pecking order. Frank got sloppy seconds. Peggy began riding Frank's cock with a vengeance. She wanted to make him cum right away. Peggy reached back and massaged his balls. Then she leaned back and was able to reach his ass. She shoved her middle finger deep in his asshole. Frank cried out. Peggy would not stop. She began finger fucking his asshole and milking his prostrate. Frank didn't have a chance. With a few seconds he came and was through for the night. Five minutes after that both men were asleep. Peggy dressed hurriedly. "Where are you going?" asked Judith. "I am going back to my husband, as sorry as he is." Peggy responded. "They will want you again in the morning." Judith said. "I don't care. I can't be their whore any more." Peggy was crying. "Go back to Steve. But, don't make a lot of noise when you enter your room. I will be here when you come back. Or, maybe you would rather stay with Steve." Judith said. "What do you mean? What are you talking about? There is nothing that Steve can do to make me come back here!" Peggy nearly shouted. Judith had to quiet her for fear of waking Tom or Frank. "Keep your voice down. Here is a key to this cabin if you want to come back." Judith whispered. As Peggy returned to her suite, she wondered what Judith meant by not making a lot of noise when she entered her room. But, she decided to take her advice. Peggy's suite had two rooms, a den in the front and the bedroom in the back. She quietly entered her the den. Men's clothes were strewn everywhere. They were not Steve's clothes. What was going on? Peggy peaked around the door to the bedroom. Her chin nearly hit the floor. There was Steve being fucked in the ass by one black guy and sucking another. "Fuck me harder you black motherfucker. I want all you got." Steve shouted as he pulled the dick out of his mouth. "Okay, you sweet white bastard. You are getting all ten inches of this Alabama black snake. Then, brother Jerome is going to give you all twelve inches of his." the black guy at the back responded. This was all Peggy needed to see. Judith knew. She wasn't going to stay with Steve and his "friends" tonight. As far as the went, Steve would never get any pussy from her, ever. The agreement was that she had to stay married to Steve, nothing was said about fucking him. Peggy was sure that Tom would not let him divorce her. The wanted her too much. Peggy didn't think Steve would miss it anyway. Women did not seem to be his cup of tea. There was no other choice. It was back to Tom and Frank. Judith was waiting for her when she returned. "That didn't take long." said Judith. "How did you know? How can you do this, Judith?" Peggy was pleading. "How did I know? How did you NOT know? EVERYONE else knew. As for me, I have three children to raise by myself. Their father was killed when his car ran off the road in a rain storm. He was always so smart. He was a carpenter and was paid under the table. He didn't pay any taxes or social security. Because he didn't pay any social security, my children don't receive any death benefits. I had to do something. I don't have book smarts, but I am street wise. When I heard about what was happening at the bank, I made sure that Tom knew I was interested and that I gave great head. If it was just me, I could make it. But, I had my children to think about. I medical, dental, and a college savings plan that the bank pays for their "special" employees. I won't be able to do this forever, so I have to take advantage of what is offered me now. You will understand one day when you have children. I want them to live a better life that me." Judith explained. "Well, I won't be having any children with Steve." Peggy said. "Who says that Steve has to be the father. If it was up to me, I would fix him so that he could never breed, the sleezeball. If you want children, find a man worth being a father, seduce him and have children. Hell, find two or three men if you want. Steve can never complain. He is just as trapped as you are. Tom and Frank won't be up to doing too much tomorrow. We will get them out of the way early and then you can enjoy the rest of the day. You don't have to sleep in your room anymore if you don't want to. Steve won't complain." Judith laughed at the last part. Peggy got a new car every year, a nice house, pool and jewels. She was invited to join all the "right" clubs. In the back of her mind, she remembered the prenup. If she walked away, she only got to keep the clothes on her back. That didn't bother her. She could make it. Maybe not in her hometown, but she could make it elsewhere. However, whenever she threatened to leave, Steve reminded her of her father and mother. Steve reminded her of her sex tape. If she didn't play along, it would be plastered all over the Internet. She couldn't do that to her parents. The shame would kill them. There was always the continuing threat that Steve would ruin her father financially. Steve and the bank would make sure that Al never received another contract and that his license was revoked. This went on for years. Sometimes she was expected to go on vacations with different wealthy members of the club. Other times, it was her and one or two other women with the member. She hated Steve for what he had made her do, for tricking her father and for turning her into a slut. She hated the men who took advantage of her and the other women. The only satisfaction she received was that she didn't have to fuck Steve. Peggy could not turn down any club member, but she could refuse to have sex with her own husband. Peggy became the mother of two fine sons. Steve never asked who the father was. He liked the idea. They went well with the house. Gave it a homey look. The boys were good for his image. It didn't matter that he never spent one minute being a father to them. Once they served their propose, he didn't want to see them. Peggy took Judith's advice and looked for two men to be the fathers of her sons. These men had to meet certain criteria. They could not be members of the club. They had to be financially independent. She did not want the bank be able to dictate to them. They had to childless. Most of all, they had to be good men. But, not so good that she couldn't seduce them. Skip Howell was the father of her older son, Robert. Clay Wood was the father of Phillip, the younger son. Both men were older, closer to her own father's age. Neither had children because their wives either couldn't or didn't want to have children. She made sure the men were not members of the club. She didn't want anyone who would be so low as to take advantage of the helpless. She found the men she wanted, seduced them and became pregnant. Once she became pregnant, she broke off her relationship with each man and avoided any further contact with them as much as possible. She didn't plan to break the news to the fathers until the boys were over five years old. It just seemed the best thing to do. She didn't want legal battles over an infant. She believed that if it came down to it, the court would not remove an older child who had bonded with his mother. Clay Wood, the father of Phillip, demanded DNA proof that he was the father. The test proved that he was the father without a doubt. After the initial shock wore off, Clay came to her and asked what she wanted. He was willing to accept the consequences of his actions. His wife was a super bitch, but he would acknowledge Phillip if she wanted. It would mean that his wife would use it as an excuse to divorce him and take half of his possessions. Peggy told him that she wanted nothing from him. Just help her son if the need arose. He assured her that he would remain in the background but would be there if ever needed. Skip was not surprised when Peggy told him that Robert was his. Years before he and his wife had a son that had died at age six in a car accident. His wife never got over the sorrow. She couldn't have any more children. Their sorrow was too much for them to adopt. An emptiness remained in their life. Peggy met Skip at the country club and developed a friendship with him. The next step was easy. She seduced him and dropped him. Skip never really knew what happened. He believed Peggy's story that what they were doing was just wrong. One day when Robert was about two years old, Peggy ran into Skip at the mall. Skip took one look at Robert and was speechless. Robert was the spitting image of his deceased son. For several days, he pondered just what to do. The timing was right. There was a good chance Robert was his son. If Peggy didn't want him to know, he would not say anything. But, Skip was careful to keep up with Robert without anyone knowing. About a two years after Skip first laid eyes on Robert, his was having dinner with his wife, Ellen. "I ran into Peggy Stanton at the grocery store today." She said rather offhandedly. "Oh?" Skip replied. What is she getting at? "By the way, did you have an affair with her about five years ago? Pass the salt, please." Ellen said calmly. "You saw the child?" Skip asked. "Is he yours?" Ellen was still calm, but there were tears welling in her eyes. "I don't know. He looks too much like the baby not to be mine. I think he is. Peggy hasn't told me anything. I haven't had any real contact with her in five years. I saw her and her son at the mall two years ago. I decided that it would be best if I let her make the first move. She is married to such a creep. No telling what he would do to her if he found out." Skip had tears rolling down his face. "I think she one of the women who service the club members. I wonder what they used to blackmail her. I always wondered how Al got out of the mess he was in with his bank loans years ago. Now I know." Skip said. "That explains a lot." Ellen said. "We won't speak of this again until Peggy brings it up. I want to be informed if she says anything to you and what she wants. I know he is not ours, but he looks so much like the baby. It would be nice if . . ." Ellen's voice trailed off. A few minutes later, Ellen asked, "What is his name?" "Robert." "That was my father's name." Ellen whispered after a long pause. About a year later, Peggy told Skip. Peggy was surprised to learn that Skip knew and shocked to find out that Ellen was aware of Robert's paternity. Skip told her he knew about Tom, Frank and the rest of the club. He said that she needn't explain and that he had a good idea how and why she was in the fix she was in. She asked each father to be the godfather of their own son. As the years wore one, the fathers came to like the idea of having someone to carry on their blood if not their name. They turned up at ball games. Steve never did. They paid for their college educations. Robert worked summers at Skip's construction company. Robert was a builder and became an engineer. Phillip had a personality. He worked at Clay's car dealership. Marketing was his major in college. The boys started at the bottom and worked their way up. They earned their fathers' respect and the respect of their coworkers. Peggy knew that the men would see to it that he sons inherited from them on their death. Even if they didn't, the boys could take care of themselves. She had given them a start. Peggy insisted that the boys learn not to take advantage of the weak. She didn't want her sons to become members of the club. They did not disappoint her. When she got older, the club left Peggy alone. They had gotten tired of her and wanted some fresh meat. She still had to worry about Steve and her father. But, she did not have to have sex with the club members. Peggy's trouble was that she missed the sex. After the boys left for college, the solution to her problem was to become a swinger. No real romance. No permanent ties. No beating around the bush. At a swinger's club or party, everybody knew why you were there. So, I had discovered the reason for her underlying anger. Swinging was her way of getting a back at Steve. This way she was having sex for herself. When the members of the club were using her, she felt like a slut. Swinging made her feel like she was in control. She could pick and choose. I felt sorry for Peggy. She had so much going for her, and a few powerful men took a lifetime of happiness away from her. On occasions Peggy would get Becky and me invitations to some of the society functions. We weren't in the click and would never be invited. Recently, she got us invitations to the human society fund raiser. Several of the men sponsoring the event were members of the club that Peggy had described. As Peggy and I talked at the humane society ball, she pointed out those who had served the club to further their own career or their husband's, some reluctantly and others willingly. It seemed that those who enjoyed being a slut were the biggest snobs. She also pointed out the wives of the members. No member's wife had ever been in the club. It just wouldn't do. Their wives were for show and for the political and business connections they brought with them. The women at the club were for fun and to make up for what the men were missing at home. Lastly, Peggy pointed out the new crop of playthings for the club members. They were easy to spot. These women were a bit out of place for a stuffy gathering like this. They were young and very attractive. Peggy noted that the women who wanted to further their career were relatively new hires. They were willing participants. Older women had little chance of attracting the interest of the club members and were usually passed over. The story behind the young wives was different. They were forced into this situation. Each wife was young and sexy. Their husbands had worked for the bank for less than ten years. The club members kept an eye on the young wives and their husbands. When they had one in mind they would give the husband and wife plenty of credit and great salaries. Once the husband and wife were up to their neck in debt, the credit would be turned off. Bonuses were not given or the husband was threatened with a layoff. The husband soon realized that his job was not secure. The husband and wife were found themselves in jeopardy of losing the good life. (This is Business 101 at Harvard if you don't know it.) When the family was the most desperate, the club made its move. If you have sex for hundred bucks a pop, you are a prostitute. If you do it so that you husband can keep his six figure job or get that promotion, or so you can afford that new house in an exclusive neighborhood, its different. Nobody who did it could tell you why it was different, but it was. Their would never admit that they are common prostitutes. I would say that they are uncommon prostitutes if there is such a thing. The club members would come up to the wives and give them a gregarious hug and try to flirt with them. Most of wives would respond with a fake smile and a fake laugh. Most, but not all. I noticed one young wife, Amy Rogers, who was not comfortable at all. She looked miserable. She would cringe when a club member would come near her. She could barely manage a smile the whole night. I wondered what her story was. I asked Peggy where the club was located. She said that it was attached to the back of a gym on 13th Street. Hell, that is where Becky works out. Peggy explained that it was the perfect cover. If anyone asked, it was just an exclusive section of the gym club for VIP guests only. They hid it in plain sight. Before that night, these functions were just plain boring. Now, I was intrigued. On our way home, I asked Becky if she knew about the private club at her gym. She said that she had never noticed. I told her what Peggy had described to me. She said that she would have to look around.