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The Society

By: aesthetic_succubus





The Society



The address on the gold embossed invite was unfamiliar. Simon read the card aloud, ‘This is your Personal Invite, dinner dress please. Arrive at 7:30 for prompt start at 8:00. Chauffer will pick you up accordingly. DO NOT BE LATE!’

No telephone number, no address, and no name. What was this all about? Trying to work out where the invite may have come from jolted a vague memory from last week’s party. One of the guests, what was his name? George, yes, that was his name, George. ‘Expect the unexpected,’ George had told Simon after having conversations about parties, wine and women. ‘I have enjoyed our little conversation and we will meet again soon, on my terms,’ George had told Simon as he left the club. ‘Must be a stag dinner party,’ Simon thought to himself as he checked his dinner suit was clean and pressed. ‘All a bit mysterious, but hey, the guy was a bit weird, perhaps this could be a blast.’

Simon explained to Jayne, Simon’s wife of seven years, that he was invited to a stag party. She told him that she was supposed to meet Tina, Jayne’s best friend, for a drink anyway, so his stag party invite was not going to be a problem.

***

Saturday evening arrived.

“Bye lover, see you later,” Jayne kissed Simon’s cheek as she left for her date with Tina.

Minutes later there was a knocking on the door. A chauffer stood in uniform and invited Simon to take his seat in the back of the black limousine. The chauffer introduced himself as Clive, but answered none of Simon’s questions about his host for the evening or the venue. The windows were blacked out and Simon could only just make out the headlights of other cars on the road. After several miles, he wasn’t quite sure where he was or which direction he was travelling in. The champagne in the ice bucket was welcome though. Simon sipped several glasses before the limo came to a stop and Clive opened the door with a ‘Here we are sir.’

The gravel crunched under Simon’s shoes as the driveway was met by a flight of ten granite steps that led to a pair of large antique oak doors. The country mansion must have had at least twenty bedrooms. Simon knew this was going to be a special night. Wearily, he entered the hallway, greeted by a butler.

“This way sir,” the butler motioned to Simon and handed him a cloak and facemask, “Please put these on sir.”

Simon fitted the mask, a papier-mâché of a smiling face that concealed all but his mouth and chin, and placed the black cloak over his shoulders, clipping the chrome clasp at the collar. The inner doors that led to a ballroom opened, revealing tables heavily laden with wine and food. About a dozen or so other masked and caped men were in the room and applauded as Simon entered. ‘What is this all about’ Simon thought. A gong announced a special arrival. What appeared to be the Host, George perhaps, entered the ballroom dressed in a white cloak with a plain white mask. It was then Simon realised that all of the other guests, all male, were wearing the same masks and cloaks. Pure anonymity.

Simon helped himself to a glass of champagne as a guest greeted him. “Hello, is this your first time?” Simon nodded yes. “Please, we must not reveal our identities, no-one must know who you or I am. Soon, others will arrive and the party will begin in earnest.” The mystery guest turned and left Simon to wonder who these people were.

Moments later, the Host, the man in the white cloak, beat a staff on the floor to attract everyone’s attention. “If I may,” he announced boldly, “the rules are clear, gentlemen. We have a special guest here tonight, his first time with us. Please make him welcome as we enter him into our midst. Sir, please come forward.”

Simon realised the host was talking to him. Simon moved through the crowd and stood in front of the host. “Please, take a seat here,” gestured the host. Simon sat as was immediately surrounded by several of the other guests. They took hold of his arms and proceeded to bind them behind his back, his feet tied to the legs of the chair at his ankles. Simon began to panic, “Please do not be alarmed, we are not going to cause you any harm. Stay relaxed and soon you will become one of us,” the host reassured Simon.

Firmly bound to the chair, hand and foot, the guests parted, forming a human corridor in front of Simon. At the end of the line stood the butler with a naked female on his arm. She too was masked and had ostrich feathers in her hair. Slowly, the butler escorted the female up the human corridor and stopped within feet of Simon and the host. Again, the host wrapped the wooden ballroom floor with his staff and drew the attention of his guest, “Let the ceremony begin,” he announced.

The female knelt in front of Simon and pealed back Simon’s cloak. Then, she undid his cummerbund and opened his trouser clip and zipper. She then proceeded to extract Simon penis from its warm hideaway. Gently, she licked his cock, causing it to swell slowly. Simon, now embarrassed, began to blush under his mask. “Please, relax sir,” said the butler. The scene was surreal. Twelve clones stood in two rows, the butler, the Host and the female, all paying attention to the ‘Initiation Ceremony’.

The female eased back Simon’s foreskin, revealing a purple head. Her tongue teased the small opening where a small amount of clear liquid had accumulated. He closed his eyes to try to blot out the dozen or so masks and to concentrate on the attention the female was giving his cock. She was a master artist at oral sex. He was now fully erect and the sensation he was feeling was beginning to betray his situation. He was close to orgasm and the female knew it. She took his cock deep into her mouth, her tongue massaging the underside of the shaft. Simon felt the pressure build and the intense climax rush through his body as he ejaculated in the female’s mouth. She swallowed as the onlookers applauded. Cheers filled the room and replace the silence.

Again, the staff rattled the floorboards. “It is done!” Hoorays erupted and Simon’s hands and feet were untied as the female stood and took the butler’s arm, escorting the woman out of the ballroom.

Pats on the back and congratulations were received from everyone in the room. A platter of food and glass of champagne were thrust into Simon’s hands. 

***

The room was filled with the mumbles of conversation and Simon found himself discussing the initiation with two others. “Is it always like this?” Simon asked.

“No, no. It depends on the time of the year. There are four types of initiation; receiving of head, full intercourse, giving of head and masturbation.”

“What do you mean, ‘giving of head’?”

“Oh don’t worry,” laughed the mask, “you don’t suck dick; you have to satisfy a female using your tongue within fifteen minutes. If you fail, you are asked to leave. It is by far the most difficult as the girls are experienced and can take some time to get fully worked up.”

Simon lifted his glass in salute and strolled to a corner of the room where two other masks were having a discussion.

“…and he never flinched,” concluded a mask, as they both let out full belly laughs.

“Hi guys, mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

Simon informed the masks of his newness to the ‘Society’ and began to ask questions.

“All will be revealed, all will be revealed,” was all the answers he could get. Frustrated, Simon decided to wander. As he reached the centre of the room, he looked up for the first time. It was then he noticed a gallery at the right of the entrance, about twenty feet above another set of doors that were partially hidden by plush, burgundy velvet curtains. In the gallery stood two females, both naked but for their identical masks. They were surveying the room, as if they were members of a security team. They were joined by the butler who took the girls, one on each arm, and disappeared through the gallery door.

Simon sipped his champagne and placed the uneaten food on a nearby table. Looking around, it was very difficult to tell apart the other guests. The easiest way was to look at their shoes and the colour of their skin. There were four dark skinned guests spread about the room, most in conversation with the others. Simon felt left out, alone, unsure why he was still here. Intrigue held him back from leaving. Curiosity began to grow stronger, and the urge to find out who were the female guests.

Bang bang bang. The staff ordered silence. “Gentlemen, it is time.” The Host had re-entered the room and called his flock to follow through the doors beneath the gallery.

The adjacent room contained leather sofas and chairs; wooden tables about five feet square; strange contraptions that resembled gynaecological chairs with leather straps; leather strapping that hung from the high ceiling; other items of curiosity that Simon had no idea of its intended use. There was a strong odour of incense and the lighting was low. The curtains, closed, were of the same heavy velvet that had partially hidden the door to the ballroom, and the wooden clad walls contained many books in cases, paintings, and other trinkets.

The library door at the opposite end of the room opened and the butler led a procession of naked, masked females into the room. More than twenty females immediately mingled with the male guests. Simon stood still and scanned the room, taking in it’s splendour; the curious trinkets, the female guests and the other mask’s movements. He was unsure what to do, but he felt he knew what was about to happen.

***

A female approached Simon and greeted her company. “Hello, would you like a fresh drink?” she asked. Simon, not sure what the protocol was meant to be just nodded his head. As she lifted fresh champagne from a silver salver, Simon quickly scanned the other masks. Some were accompanied with two females, other one. The masks were fondling and or kissing their female companions and some were making their way to the sofas, leather straps, and tables.

“There you are,” she said softly, “can I make you more comfortable?” Simon nodded once more as she gently forced Simon onto a leather chair. Unzipping his zipper, she began to lick his cock as she made herself comfortable between his knees and removed Simon’s trousers and shorts. Simon, embarrassed and self-aware of his nakedness at first, began to enjoy another blowjob as he scanned the room once more. Already, several masks were fucking females, over a table, on a sofa and one female was firmly strapped into the leather swing, her pussy in receipt of a pounding from her masked gentleman.

‘So it begins,’ Simon thought to himself as he felt his cock stiffen to full hardness in the female’s hot, wet mouth. Her technique was not as good as his initiation female, but, it was a while since Simon had received head, and twice in thirty minutes was nothing to complain about.

The female stood and turned her back on Simon, then slowly sat on his cock. Her damp pussy swallowed his cock in one smooth stroke. She then began a steady rhythm as she lifted herself almost full off his cock, and then dropped back down onto his lap until her ass was firmly against his stomach. ‘Outrageous’ Simon thought as he felt the warm wet pussy massage his stiff cock. He was sure that his first fuck of the even was going to be a short one.

Simon informed his companion that he was about to cum. She stood, turned and once again, inserted his glistening cock into her mouth. He ejaculated, making the female gag a little as she tried to swallow his fluid. Some managed to escape past her glossy red lips and run down her chin. Simon thought he was in heaven, his eyes fixed firmly on this masked beauty.

He couldn’t see much of her face, but the little he could see showed she was a beautiful white woman, with dark brown eyes. Her hair, long and brunette, was tied back and decorated with ostrich feathers. Her breasts were firm and large, probably 34C, Simon judged, and her firm stomach indicated that she spent some time working out in a gym. She lifted her head and licked the remaining moisture from his cock, then with a finger, chased the escaped semen on her chin into her mouth, her tongue all the while, licking her lips. She stood and sat on Simon’s lap. Her tongue searched out his as they exchanged saliva and they passionately French-kissed. Simon caressed the female’s breasts, tweaking her nipples. She moaned quietly as she succumbed to his attention.

“Would you like to try out a chair?” she asked, point to the gynaecological chair at the far side of the room. The sound and smell, along with the sights in the room had already given Simon the recovery needed for intercourse. They slowly walked through the room, Simon’s eyes scanning the activities of the others. The female in the leather swing now had a second cock in her mouth as she began to scream to orgasm. On the sofa, two females knelt at the feet of a mask; a third female straddled his cock. Alternatively, the females on their knees would pull out the cock and give it a good sucking before re-inserting it into the wet darkness.

Simon’s companion tugged at his arm to join him and assist as she sat in the chair. Her feet in stirrups, Simon fastened the leather ankle-cuffs and sat in front of the chair on a stool. Her pussy, now fully exposed, was mere inches from his face. Her clitoris hood was pierced with a ring, and her inner labia, now swollen with blood, pouted out from the outer lips. Simon ran a finger over the length of her opening, then resting on her clitoris, he began to gently massage the little button, feeling it swell a little as the female relaxed and began to enjoy herself. Juices began to ooze from her vagina and Simon used it for lubrication. He tasted the wetness as his tongue probed her pussy. She was shaven clean apart from a thin strip of pubic hair above her clitoris. Simon pushed deep into her with his tongue, swallowing the sweet juice from this woman. He began to wonder how many men she had satisfied, how many cocks she sucked, how much semen she had swallowed. All of these thought made his cock throb with anticipation.

The female shuddered in orgasm as Simon’s tongue search the depths of her hole and his fingers massaged her clitoris. He stood, pulled back his shirttails, exposing his harness, and nuzzled the head of his cock on the wet inner labia. His cock traced the dampness up to her clitoris, then down over the opening and across her ass. He briefly considered fucking her ass, but then drove the thought out of his mind, ‘perhaps later’. He thrust forward and deep into her vagina his cock sank. The female let out a gasp as she felt his hardness hit her cervix. Simon slowly fucked her, in out, in out, his pace began to quicken and within minutes he was fucking the female like a dog. The female’s breasts bounced uncontrollably with every thrust, his cock pounding her cervix on each stroke. “I’m cumming,” he whispered, “shall I cum inside?”

“Do… me… any… which… way… you… like… ,” the female gasped. He flooded her. His cock pulsated, extruding his semen deep inside her vagina with every beat of his heart. The female, whimpered as another orgasm rushed through her body. 

Simon stood over her for a short while as his cock softened and slowly fell out of her wet hole. He undid the leather ankle-cuffs and she stood. Taking his arm she escorted Simon through a small corridor and into a bathroom. “We must now freshen up,” she told him. Simon began to remove his cloak, “No, you must not remove either the cloak or mask!” she explained. “You must be the new guest?” she questions as she took a soapy sponge and began to wipe the remnants of sex from Simon’s genitals.

“Yes,” he told her, “this is my first time here.”

“Do you like it?”

“So far, it’s amazing.”

“Yes, well you will find that after a while, you will become stronger and last longer. You will find that you will be able to control yourself and will be able to make the girls beg for mercy.”

“Was I not good?” Simon asked almost apologetically.

“No, no, you were very good, it’s just that the others would have had me begging for mercy, begging for them to fill me, begging for them to cum. Most of the other girls are clean living housewives who are looking for excitement. One or two of the girls are ‘specials’ and are willing to do almost anything.”

“And you?”

“Well, let’s say I enjoy sex, I enjoy the feel of a cock inside me; I enjoy the excitement of not knowing who the stranger is that is fucking me. It gets me off.”

“Are you married, a housewife?”

“We shouldn’t be talking like this,” she refreshed the sponge and washed her self of Simon’s semen. “Let’s say, hmm, let’s say my partner is happy with the arrangement.”

She took his arm and they re-entered the library. She was right, the other masks were still going strong, Simon had cum twice this evening already, and the sight before him was making him want to attempt a third orgasm.

“I must circulate,” she whispered in his ear and kissed his lips. He watched her stroll across the room, joining a couple to make up a threesome.

***

Simon took fresh champagne and as he took his second sip, his arm was touched gently. “Mind if I join you?” she asked. Simon was beginning to wonder if this surreal orgy would develop into something else. He nodded and she took his arm and escorted him to a free sofa.

She fondled Simon’s balls as he felt the wetness between her legs. “What’s your name?” Simon asked.

“Please, you know the rules, but, for now, let’s say my name is Joy.”

“Well, hello Joy, my name is, um, Dick.” They laughed and kissed. He thought his previous female was good, but Joy was better. Her firm lips, covered with ruby red lip-gloss tasted sweet. Her firm breasts, probably 36C’s were as firm as her lips and her pussy was tight.

“Do you come here often, Joy?”

“I cum her a lot, at least a dozen times a night,” she giggled, “but seriously, we shouldn’t be talking like this.”

Simon wanted to stick by the rules, but his fresh curiosity was too much. He persisted with his questions in between kisses and nipple sucks.

“Okay, I come here about three or four times a year. Most girls come every month and if the Society was active every night, some girls would live here.”

“Do you get paid?”

“Please,” she pulled back, “do you?” Simon shook his head. “We are here for the same reason you are. Women enjoy a good fucking as much as men you know.”

“I’m sorry,” Simon apologised, “please, accept my apology. No more questions.”

Simon reached over to a drinks table next to the sofa. “Here you go,” he offered Joy a glass. They toasted the cock and the pussy and Joy swallowed the glass in one go. She then lowered her head onto his lap and took his cock in her mouth. As his cock entered her mouth, he felt the coldness of the champagne. She had held back from swallowing and washed his cock in the drink inside her mouth. He felt the tiny bubbles tingle his sensitive glands as she slowly swallowed the liquid and began to move her head.

His left arm reached behind Joy and fingers traced the line of her buttocks down past her rear opening and into the dampness of her pussy. Inserting a finger into her tightness, he finger-fucked Joy as she sucked on his cock. She was as good as his previous partner and then he realised that he had to stop comparing his female acquaintances. He closed his eyes and took in the full input from his senses as Joy pulled back his foreskin and teased the head with her tongue.

She knelt and straddled his cock. Simon felt the tightness around his shaft. This was a new sensation. How could a woman, having regular sex have such a tight pussy? He didn’t complain; he just let Joy fuck him on the sofa. His head back and eyes closed, Joy kissed Simon’s neck, whispering words as she rode his cock. He felt a presence and opened his eyes. Another female had joined them and was knelt between Simon’s legs. She began to fondle Simon’s balls and intermittently inserted a finger into Joy’s pussy along with his cock. This made the tightness of Joy’s pussy more sensuous. Then the female began to pull out Simon’s cock between strokes and suck Joy’s juices from his shaft before re-inserting his cock into Joy’s pussy. This continued for ten minutes or so before Joy stood, turned around and sat on Simon’s cock again. This allowed the other female access to Joy’s clitoris. She tongued Joy to orgasm and Simon felt Joy’s grip on his cock intensify. This was too much for Simon and he emptied his load into Joy causing her to shudder. The other female allowed Simon’s cock to fall free of Joy’s grasp before she began to clean up the fluids. She licked and sucked his cock clean and then proceeded to carry out a similar service for Joy.




The Society



***

It was now late in the evening and Simon was finding the combined effects of alcohol and spent sexual energy taking effect. As he and Joy relaxed on the sofa (the other female had now left to join another partner) his mind began to wonder again, daydreaming and remembering his fantasies of orgies and wanting to see Jayne take another’s cock. He was brought back to reality with the loud banging of the Host’s staff.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we have a second new guest joining us. She will be with us in a moment, but first, may I ask that you join me for some refreshment in the ballroom?” He didn’t wait for any answers, turning, he left the room, followed by everyone, no matter what stage of activity they had been involved in. Some of the masks stood and entered the ballroom with full erections. Now, almost everyone was naked with the exception of the masks and cloaks.

In the centre of the ballroom was the buffet table. On it laid a naked female in the standard mask and ostrich feathers. Her body had been partially covered with fresh fruit as decoration. The male guests surrounded the table with the female guests behind. As if she wasn’t there, the fruit was picked from the female’s body and eaten. Then, the female guests lifted the girl and placed her on another table, spreading her legs to expose her sex. One by one, the male guests stood in front and inserted their cocks. Each male fucked her for thirty strokes or so and was then replaced by the next in line.

Simon found himself last in the queue and wondered if he would get a chance to sample this new arrival. He did; and he was the first to ejaculate, on his twenty-fifth stroke. Semen sprayed over her stomach as the guests cheered and applauded. The new arrival had been initiated.

***

As Simon recovered, assisted by another female to clean up, Simon noticed a white mark on the new guest’s wedding ring finger. She was married and had removed her wedding ring. Simon then began to search the other women for marks and telltale signs of their private lives. Seven women had similar white bands on the wedding ring finger, but one in particular seemed even more familiar. 

He strolled across the room and stood close to the female. She was talking to another mask and the general volume of conversation in the room was drowning out the female’s own. Yes, she was definitely familiar. The body shape, the height, the hair colouring. He needed to talk to her, to listen to see if he could recognise her voice. The opportunity arose when her gentleman ended the conversation and left the room. Simon slowly approached the female with two glasses of champagne. He nodded in greeting her as he offered a glass. She accepted and took a sip. Her eyes, green, confirmed his suspicions and as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he knew. It was Tina, Jayne’s best friend - the girl Jayne was supposed to meet that night for a drink!

Simon had always fantasised about fucking his wife’s best friend, after all, she was beautiful and had a perfect figure. But what was now foremost in his mind was ‘Where is Jayne?’ ‘Did she come here too?’ ‘Surely not’ ‘But if Tina is here, where is she?’

Tina looked at her masked guest and could see the questioning in his eyes. It was then too that she thought she recognised him, but she quickly shrugged the thought off and put it down to the fact that she had been coming to the Society for two years now and had fucked with dozens of men in masks with deep blue eyes.

Simon didn’t speak; afraid he would reveal his identity. He lifted his glass to Tina and turned to walk away. But she was determined to fuck one more time before leaving this evening. After all, she was about to cum when she was interrupted by the Host for the initiation. She took Simon’s arm and led him into the library, then falling to her knees, she took his cock into her mouth, feeling it swell and harden. Simon, enjoying the fact that he knew who this female was and that he was about to fuck the woman he had fantasised over on many occasions. He decided to play the mystery guest. Disguising his voice with a lousy Russian accent, he told Tina to kneel on the sofa and that he was going to take her from behind. That he did and he fucked her pussy hard and fast, pounding his cock deep into her wetness. His thoughts began to stray again, ‘I wonder if Jayne knows what Tina gets up to?’ frustrated that he couldn’t ask Tina if his wife knew, he thought he might play with her.

After he had unloaded his semen into her, Tina took Simon to the bathroom to clean up. ‘This is where we can talk’ he thought to himself. Putting on his fake Russian accent, “So, do you like it here?”

“Sure, it’s fun. We get to meet many people without any inhibitions. No questions asked, no worries about complex relationships. Yeah, I like it here.”

“And you are married, yes?”

Tina touched her ring finger, “No,” she lied, “not anymore. We divorced several months ago.”

“Oh, I am sorry it didn’t work out.”

“Well, these things happen.” Tina quickly changed the subject as she bathed Simon’s cock with a warm soap sponge.

He was desperate to ask Tina where Jayne was, “Do you have any female friends here?”

“Yes, I have one close friend. She’s with the Host at the moment, making sure he’s comfortable.”

Jayne was very tall for a woman; with a firm, large breasts and an athletic figure. Here red hair exposed her fiery Irish heritage. “Is your friend tall?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, she is quite tall.”

“We will have to meet then,” Simon said. He began to question, ‘could this really be Jayne, is she really here tonight or is it just a coincidence?’

“How long has your friend been coming here?”

“Oh, about six or eight months, but she doesn’t come on a regular basis, she has other commitments,” explained Tina. “She is very good and likes to take a man in the rear door, if you know what I mean.”

‘No, this can’t be Jayne’ Simon told himself, ‘Jayne has had anal sex only twice and both times it was not pleasant – but that was a few years ago and he hadn’t tried since, perhaps Jayne has been practicing’ he thought.

“Penny for them,” Tina said.

“What?”

“Penny for your thoughts,” Tina explained her comment. “It’s an old saying, share your thoughts with others.”

“Oh no, no, I was just thinking how nice it would be for your friend to join us later perhaps,” Simon almost let his accent slip but caught himself before Tina noticed.

“Okay, I will see if Jay, I mean, my friend is available.” She turned and left Simon in the bathroom after she instructed him to meet the girls at the sofa nearest the fireplace.

“So it is Jayne,” Simon said aloud. Rage sped through him followed immediately by excitement in the knowledge that his wife had been taken by other men and tonight he was going to make sure he was there to see how she performed with this ‘stranger’.

***

“This is my friend,” Tina announced as the girls sat either side of Simon.

“Pleased to meet you,” the Russian accent was tiresome, but to maintain anonymity, he had to keep it up.

Jayne tried to kiss Simon, but he turned instead to Tina and kissed her lips. Jayne, not wanting to be left out, began to peal back Simon’s foreskin. ‘I hope she doesn’t realise it’s me’ he thought as she lowered her head and took his cock in her mouth. He began to suck on Tina’s nipples, his cock hardening in his wife’s mouth. He closed his eyes and envisioned himself on his own bed with Jayne and Tina, ‘perhaps this may now come to reality,’ he thought. Tina joined Jayne and they shared his cock and balls. Simon’s left arm reached down and stroked his wife’s soaking pussy; his right hand did the same service for Tina. The girls moaned in unison as he finger fucked them and they blew him.

Jayne stood and lowered herself onto Simon’s cock; he let out a groan as he felt her moist warmth engulf his hardness. Jayne leaned forward, and wrapping her arms around Simon’s neck, kissed him firmly on the lips. Jayne pulled away and stopped her even rhythm dead. She stared Simon in the eyes and instantly realised who she was fucking.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, “shit, it’s you. Fuck, it’s you.”

“What’s the matter?” asked Tina as she realised her friend has stopped rigid.

“It’s Simon, it’s Simon!”

Tina took hold of Simon’s mask and lifted it slightly to confirm Jayne’s claim. “Fuck!”

Simon grinned as he realised that he now had total control over both women. “I think it’s time we left?”

“Yes,” agreed Jayne, “I want to go home. Are you coming?” she asked Tina.

Tina nodded and escorted Simon to the entrance hallway and into another room where all clothes had been gathered by the butler and arranged for easy collection by each owner.

Tina lifted a phone and requested a limo to take home three guests. Two minutes later, the limo arrived and the chauffer opened the door.

After a stony silent ride home, Jayne burst into a fit of anger. “How long have you been going to the Society?” she demanded to know.

“It’s my first night tonight,” Simon replied, “but what about you; six, eight months? How long did you intend to keep this little secret away from me?”

Jayne looked at Tina, Tina at Jayne. “It’s my fault,” explained Tina, “I talked Jayne into it, she didn’t want to come along, but I had to have someone to come with me to keep me company, to keep me sane. It’s been four years since Tom and I have made love, I was desperate. Jayne and I didn’t realise what we were getting into until it was too late.”

The girls squirmed excuses back and forth off each other. All along, Simon made out like an angry husband, but inside he was dying to tell them that it was okay, he wanted to fuck them both, and he wanted to fuck them now.

“Okay, okay, enough is enough. What say we forget this conversation and enjoy what we have?” Simon finally announced. The girls looked at each other and Jayne nodded slowly, a tear running down her cheek. “Come here,” he ordered his wife. He kissed her firmly, and then gestured to Tina to join him. She did and the three of them cuddled.

Ten minutes later, the three were naked and in bed. That night, Simon fucked his wife and her best friend until he could no longer keep his eyes open or his cock firm. The three fell into a sleep that lasted into late the following afternoon.

They agreed to revisit the Society, but Jayne and Simon promised each other they would only visit together, arriving in separate limousines.

***

Occasionally, there are ‘Specials’ at the Society, and this particular night was a special night. It was a couple of months following Simon’s Initiation and Simon and Jayne had visited the Society three times together, twice with Tina.

The Host had called the masks into the library for the orgy to begin, only, when they entered, the room was bare of tables, chairs, slings, etc., they had been replaced by a wooden rack fully equipped with rope and chains.

“Tonight,” announced the Host, “we have a traitor in our midst.”

The crowd mumbled disgust over the misdemeanour.

Bang, bang. The room fell silent again. “Gentlemen please,” the Host continued. “One of our female guests has divulged our secret to a non-member. Tonight, she will be judged on her actions.”

Bang, bang, bang - the signal for the butler to enter with three females, one of which was bound to her two escorts. The bound female wore a blindfold, no mask, and was led to the rack and strapped in. The Host struck his staff once more and the two escorting females stood at the head of the rack either side of the butler.

“The charge is as follows,” read the butler from a scroll held out in front of him by one of the female escorts. “That on the night of the 15th October last, the accused, in the presence of a non-Society member, did divulge information sensitive to the security and anonymity of this Society without the permission from our Host.

“How do you plead?” asked the Host.

“Not guilty,” came a whimper from the female.

“Bring out the first witness,” ordered the butler.

There followed a series of testimonies from two Society members, a female and a male. They told of the defendant’s actions when she sat at a bar, discussing the Society quite openly to a non-member. She didn’t realise that the couple sat next the bar, the witnesses, could overhear every word she said.

The female on the rack began to whimper as she realised she was soon to be punished; only, what was the punishment? She has been at the last court ‘special’ when one of the male guests was vasectomised in front of everyone for raping a teenage girl, and getting her pregnant, whilst out with his friends on a stag night.

“Do you have anything to say in your defence?” asked the Host before passing judgement.

“I’m sorry,” she wept. “I had too much to drink and I thought Peter would have liked to join the Society.”

“So am I,” the Host answered her weeping. “Please, no names here!” he added.

“But Peter is my boyfriend, I couldn’t keep this secret from him any longer, I had to tell him, I had to try and get him to understand my needs and why I come here. Surely you understand that?” she retorted from behind her blindfold.


”Yes, my dear, I am aware of everyone’s needs, this is how everyone in this room is vetted and as you are aware, only the Host is allowed to invite new members to the Society. You should have asked me first; you should have left me to decide whether your friend was worth of this establishment.” He pointed to the female, “You have made a grave error. However, I will be lenient in my judgement and as I pass sentence, you will receive a punishment fit only for someone who betrays her fellow Society members with this abuse of trust and Society rules.” The Host turned to the crowd of masks. “All of you will bid this woman farewell now.” He turned to face the female once more as the masks moved closer to the rack. The butler then removed her blindfold for everyone to see her face, her identity revealed.

A door opened and the female guests entered the room carrying two candles each. They passed one candle to each of the gentlemen and as the crowd gathered closer the Host struck his staff once again, making the accused flinch. Another female entered the room; a Great Dane on a leash was escorted to the rack. The dog hopped onto the rack and sniffed the woman’s pussy, the occasional lap of his tongue tasting her moisture. The accused was then untied from her bindings and forced over a central section of the rack that was raised up by the butler as he turned a small wheel at the head of the contraption. Throughout the woman’s orientation, the dog sniffed and lapped at the woman’s pussy and ass. The woman sensed what was coming next as her hands and ankles were once again bound to the rack and the rack tightened enough to prevent the woman from moving. The butler whistled and the dog mounted the female. His long thin pink cock, erect and damp, entered the woman’s pussy and the dog fucked her with his animal ferociousness. When the dog ejaculated, the woman let out a cry of disgust. Then, the Host banged his staff once more and the dog was taken out of the room. The accused female was then turned onto her back and the fasteners re-tightened, stretching and placing tension on her body once again.

The first of the male guests then raised his candle above the woman’s pubic mound and tilted the candle, spilling its well of molten wax onto the female. She let out a scream as she felt the hot wax hit her body. All the guests then followed, tipping droplets of hot liquid onto her pubic area, breasts and stomach. The female screamed as the heat from the hot wax turned her skin red. Simon wasn’t sure if her screams were of pain or pleasure. As the guests took their turn with the candle, they formed a line at the foot of the rack. The first in line extinguished the candle’s flame and inserted the candle into the female’s vagina, the second followed suit. Soon, eight candles occupied the female’s vagina. The ninth guest, unable to place his candle, forced his into the female’s ass. The tenth placed his in her mouth. The remaining guests dropped their extinguished candles onto the female’s stomach, some spilled hot liquid wax onto her skin, causing the female to squirm and let out another scream.

Simon took no pleasure in dropping his hot wax onto her flat stomach. He made sure the molten liquid fell onto a small, coagulated mound of wax close to her mound, then paused for a second or two as he looked into the woman’s frightened face, letting the candle cool off a little before adding it to the rest.

When the last guest extinguished her candle, they formed a circle around the rack as the butler removed the candles from the female’s body, placing them into a bucket.

Bang, bang, bang. “Now, I will pass sentence,” announced the Host. “He lifted his staff and rested it on the female’s pubic hair, matted with splatterings of wax. The butler then took the base of the staff and guided it into the female’s pussy. The Host pushed two inches into her vagina, “You are hereby,” he spoke as his pushed his staff a further two inches into her vagina, “banished from this place.” He forced the staff in further, the base of which pressed hard against the female’s cervix causing her to scream in pain, or pleasure. The butler then produced a knife and carved a notch on the staff as the Host maintained the pressure on the woman’s cervix. He extracted the staff and as he did so, Simon counted six notches, then banging the staff three times on the floor, the Host left the room.

The butler and his assistants undid the fastenings and helped the female sit up. Another female mask tossed the girl her clothes as she was quickly escorted out of the room. The eerie silence was soon broken by mumblings as the females began pairing off with the male masks and the heavy petting began.

***

Jayne had her tummy-button pierced so Simon could recognise her easily at the Society - there were several women with similar bodies and hair colouring to his wife. He stood next to Jayne and whispered in her ear, “I think we’ll give this place a wide berth for a while.” Jayne simply nodded and took his hand.

Others had begun to make out on the floor. Simon began to realise that his group sessions at home were now suddenly more appealing, and if he could find one or two others, male and female, to join them, that would be perfect.

“We’d better fuck first before we leave or it may make our disapproval look too obvious,” he told his wife. Just then, Tina joined them. She took Jayne’s arm and whispered in her ear. Simon couldn’t hear what Tina was telling his wife. Jayne simply nodded in agreement with whatever Tina was saying.

Tina took Simon’s left arm, Jayne his right and they headed for the bathroom. In the bathroom Tina began to cry, “That was Chrissie! She didn’t mean any harm. It was Jude that overheard Chrissie in the bar, the bitch. Jude is going to get what she deserves one day. Chrissie was telling her boyfriend about the Society, she thought he might like to join. Only problem is that Chrissie’s boyfriend is Jude’s ex. Boy, what a bitch!”

“Calm down Tina,” Simon took her shoulders and pulled her close to comfort her. “Jayne wants to leave, do you want to come with us?” he asked.

Tina nodding her head, “Yeah, this place isn’t going to see me for a long time, that’s for sure.” Jayne nodded in agreement.

“I’ll call for a limo,” Jayne left the bathroom.

As the door was closing behind Jayne, it quickly opened again and a couple entered the bathroom to clean up. No words were exchanged. Tina, not wanting to give away her demeanour, took a soap sponge and washed Simon’s cock.

“So, what do you reckon?” asked the male mask as he watched Tina wash Simon’s cock.

“Reckon?” Simon asked back.

“That bitch could have finished this place. If word had got out then that would be the end of the Society. It would make the papers; people - private eyes, police, you name it, would be around here like a swarm of bees.”




The Society



“Maybe,” Simon replied. “I’d rather not think about it.” He lifted Tina from her knees and kissed her in an attempt to change the subject and stop stranger’s conversation.

“Well she’ll be followed for a while and if she spills the beans to anyone, she knows what will happen to her… and her boyfriend,” the mask gazed at the frosted glass window vent as his escort finished washing him.

“What do you mean, ‘Knows what will happen to her’?” Simon couldn’t resist asking the question.

“She will be told by the butler when she leaves, that if she says a word to anyone, she will not be so lucky the next time the punishment is handed out by the Host.”

Simon knew from the tone of the voice that this was a death threat. He couldn’t understand why the Host would go to such lengths to keep his Society so secret. After all, everyone was free to have sex here with anyone. Wearing the masks removed inhibitions and no one paid for services, so there was no prostitution involved. The place was a utopia.

The mask and his escort left the bathroom as Jayne re-entered. “Two limos will be here in ten minutes. Let’s get dressed and go.”

***

Simon poured three drinks and sat on the sofa next to Jayne. “So, what do we do now?” she asked.

“Well I’m not going back, that’s for sure,” answered Tina.

“Wait a minute,” Simon placed a hand on his chin, taking on the thinker’s pose. This made Jayne giggle; Simon always took on this pose when he tried to work out a problem, it was a long-standing joke between the couple. “If we just stop going, it will look suspicious. Why don’t we just go along from time-to-time, increasing the frequency between visits; that way, the Host won’t suspect anything.”

“I guess you’re right,” Tina admitted after a brief consideration. “After all, I do enjoy a good fucking and I would miss it.” Since all three were aware of each other’s Society membership, general conversation became more direct, and words like cock, pussy, fucking, became more widely used in each other’s company. Tina continued, “Tom isn’t interested in sex anymore and I do miss his cock.” Tina then briefly told the couple that her marital sex life had ended three years ago. Tom had developed mumps, and the psychological effect on him when he found out he had gone sterile as a result of the disease made him lose his libido. Tina had tried lots of things to get a response, but after a year she gave up. Tom had even gone as far as to tell Tina to take a lover - he had totally given up. It was about this same time she had met George, the Host, at a friend’s party. Simon didn’t realise the problem Tina and Tom were having. He began to wonder what made Jayne join the Society, and how she gained her invite.

After several more drinks and a series of confessions, the truth finally came out. Jayne had suspected Simon of having an affair with his secretary. He wasn’t, of course, but somehow, Jayne had convinced herself that Simon no longer wanted her, that she was falling short in bed and that it had led Simon astray. When Jayne had arranged for a girl’s night out with Tina and several other girlfriends, they bumped into George in a bar. Tina introduced George to Jayne and he instantly asked her if she wanted to have dinner with him. Simon was out of town that week on business, so she said yes. The following week, Tina was approached by the Host and told to convince Jayne to join the Society. Jayne figured it was a way to get back at Simon’s non-existent affair, so she joined. By the time Jayne realised there was no affair between Simon and his secretary, it was too late; she was hooked and she didn’t want to leave the Society. She really did enjoy having sex with other men. Simon admitted that he had seen an improvement in Jayne’s sexual performance, but put it down to watching porn movies that Simon had begun to collect at the time.

Simon told the girls how he was invited after a conversation with George at the stag party, not realising the Society was a den of iniquity. But, like his wife, he too was hooked.

All three then realised it was going to be more difficult to let go of the Society than they thought. But they had to try, and extending the periods between visits might be the answer. They agreed that they would only visit when the three could be there - this was for the benefit, and comfort of Tina.

“So, what about Tom?” Simon asked, “What are you going to do?”

“We are seeing lawyers. We have decided to divorce.”

Jayne looked at Simon, Simon at Jayne, “Hell Tina, isn’t it worth trying a little harder? After all, twelve years is a long time to blow away.”

Tina nodded in agreement, “I’ve tried, Simon, but Tom is adamant. We’re divorcing.”

A moment’s silence, then, “Okay, okay, if you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t,” Jayne hugged her friend then replenished their glasses.

The three decided it was late. “Can I stay here tonight?” Tina asked.

“Sure, you know there’s no need to ask. There’s always room here for you.” Jayne smiled.

“Thanks,” Tina hugged Jayne once again. “You guys are great, you know that? What would I do without you?”

***

It was 3:15am and neither Simon nor Jayne could find any sleep. Simon began to touch his wife, letting his fingers toy with her nipples, then her pussy. She was still wet from the evening’s sexual activities. In the excitement of the evening, and the eagerness to get away from the Society, she had forgot to wash herself.

“Wait, I need to go to the bathroom to wash,” she whispered and left the bedroom.

Tina, also unable to find sleep, lay awake in her bed. She could hear movement in the bathroom next door and decided to get up for a drink of water.

“Can’t sleep?” Jayne asked Tina as they passed each other on the landing.

“No, you?”

Jayne shook her head. “Simon is getting a bit frisky, want to join us?”

Tina followed Jayne into the bedroom. Simon, not realising he had extra company turned in surprise as a second body got under the sheets behind him.

“Hello again,” whispered Tina.

Jayne straddled Simon’s thighs and began to stroke his cock to hardness. Tina moved down his body to assist her best friend. They licked and sucked his cock and balls; a finger found his ass and gently penetrated him. He liked the sensation of a finger in his ass, and he wondered, sometimes, what a cock felt like - a thought that always vanished quickly.

Tina rearranged herself such that each knee was either side of Simon’s head. Then, she slowly lowered herself down until she felt his warm breath on her pussy. Simon extended his tongue and began to lap at Tina’s damp slit, his tongue exploring and finding her clitoris. Tina loved having her clitoris eaten and began to moan as the pleasure flooded through her body and her juices began to stream down either side of Simon’s face.

Jayne straddled Simon’s cock, and then lowered herself down, his cock penetrating her wetness as her pussy swallowed his full length.

They didn’t exchange positions; they just fucked until Tina shuddered as she came to orgasm, almost drowning Simon in the process. She leaned forward and kissed Jayne whilst toying with her friend’s breasts, supporting them as Jayne bounced on her husband’s cock. Simon let out a groan as he filled his wife with his creamy fluid. Jayne shuddered as she felt his cock pulse inside her. She took a deep breath as she rolled off her husband. Tina, rising off Simon’s face, knelt between Jayne’s knees and licked her friend clean of Simon’s semen and Jayne’s juices. Jayne kissed her husband in appreciation and licked his face clean of Tina’s fluid. Within minutes, the three fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.

***

They awoke late. After another fuck, this time Simon left his seed in Tina and Jayne cleaned up, he went into the kitchen to make coffee. He passed the front door, picked up the mail and daily newspaper and dropped it on the kitchen table. The newspaper unrolled itself revealing the front-page headline - ‘Mystery fire at millionaire’s mansion kills four’. The picture of the mansion looked familiar… it was the Society mansion.

“Girls, girls, come down here now!” he shouted upstairs. He read out the story: ‘A mystery fire at millionaire George Townsend’s mansion last night, resulted in the death of four people. Two bodies are confirmed by police to be those of the millionaire and his butler, Thomas Robertson, aged 43 of London. The other two bodies are thought to be those of his bodyguards. Police are yet to confirm their identities. The cause of the fire is unknown, however, arson has not been ruled out. The police commissioner is holding a conference later today to discuss the case.’ The story continued, detailing George Townsend’s involvement with local businesses and a recent investigation into his dealings and connections with foreign diplomats.

“So that’s why the Society had to be kept a secret; there were government types involved. Imagine the scandal if that was made public.

“I wonder who would have done such a thing,” Simon continued, thinking aloud and assuming it was arson.”

“George has had several Society members thrown out and each was humiliated in different ways. There are seven suspects straight away,” Tina answered Simon.

Simon nodded, “You could be right. But one thing’s for certain: we don’t have to worry about George Townsend and his Society anymore.”

The three friends vented their relief as they laughed and hugged each other.

“All we need do now is to form our own ‘Society’,” Simon said.



The Society



"Welcome". A butler said as he opened the door. At least, I think he was a butler. He was well dressed and holding a tray of fruit in one hand while opening the door with the other.

It had taken months to enter this door. I looked over at my wife, Lisa. She was gorgeous wearing a tight fitting silver sequined dress, low cut in the back revealing her smooth back and slender waist. It plunged in the front exposing her perky full breasts. Her brunette hair was silky and outlined the perfect features of her face with kissable lips and high cheekbones.

We had heard about this place through elite social circles. Some would call it a swinging club, I guess. But that would be like calling the World Series a little league game.

The deposit to join was six figures alone. Sure it seems like a lot but I had friends who joined golf country clubs for as much. We had other interests however.

Then there were the background checks, blood tests for infectious disease and even an orientation class. At the orientation class we first signed extensive non-disclosure agreements. This place had to be kept secret, known only to the elite who joined and shared discreetly with potential elite members. 

It was truly an exclusive club, but I understood there were hundreds of members. They were hand selected by current members for their wealth, physical appearance and emotional stability. Not to mention their high sex drives and willingness to participate in lurid sex and of course, their ability to be discreet.

I had supplied the necessary documents at the gate along with the password I learned in orientation. A guard typed on a computer and did some other checks before opening the gate. Another guard met me as I reached the house – a mansion really.

He checked my papers again, looked at my photo ID I supplied and asked a few questions. I had learned in orientation that everyone had separate passwords and identifying phrases, which helped the security. So when he started a casual conversation, I recognized how to answer his questions. 

My wife, Lisa was asked similar questions. A valet parked my car and here we were.

We both have voracious appetites for sex and involved ourselves with some private swing clubs in the past – but nothing like this. We found that after sharing each other with other people, our sex back home became even more intense. I'd never find another mate like Lisa. She was gorgeous, intelligent and shared my sexual desires. Seeing each other in the throes of passion with someone else only heightened our desire for each other – like a drug.

So now we were entering the big leagues.

Background music played softly, people were mingling and to the casual observer this could be any other high society gathering. That would soon change.

"Brad. Lisa. Welcome." Said Bob Thorten, our host. Though he was in his fifties, he was tanned and as muscular as I. His wife extended a hand toward Lisa then myself. She was a beauty and athletically fit herself.

Her dress was tightly fitting and slightly longer than Lisa's. She certainly took care of herself with toned biceps and muscular calves that shown just below her dress.

"Are you ready?" Bob said.

"Sure." I said taking Lisa's hand.

"We're looking forward to it." Lisa added giving my hand a squeeze.

"Let's get started with initiation then. Everyone is ready to get going." Bob said.

"Now? I mean we hate to interrupt everyone, they seem to be having a good time." I said. 

In orientation we were told a little of what to expect during initiation to the "Society" was what they called it. At first, Lisa and I thought they were kidding – you know, just trying to see if they could shock us into not joining as if a test to see how wild we were. But Bob assured us that orientation was accurate. We were told in general what to expect.

Now we had to demonstrate that we had no reservations about the types of things that went on here before we could be accepted as full members- wife swapping, lesbianism, homosexuality, masturbation, exhibitionism and more. If you weren't accepting of all the types of sexual activity permitted within the group – they didn't want you as a member. 

Every member was at least bi-sexual, enjoyed watching their spouse being fucked by strangers and being watched themselves. You clearly had to have no revulsion to fucking a man or a woman and no jealously whatsoever. If you said you liked all these types of group sex – fine.

But the members wanted to see, to test us. We had to prove ourselves worthy of the sexual quality and level that they expected. They also wanted to see that we were a stable couple and not just some voyeurs or that one of us talked the other into joining.

A true appetite for this lifestyle was what they looked for, they said- lust and desire and to be in each other's eyes regardless of what happened. These folks were true sexual connoisseurs and they could spot a real couple from a fake. We were told they would test our resolve to the fullest and that meant our attraction to this level of sexual appetite would be explored.

The initiation was real and we were to be the main attraction we were told. It would take several nights to complete in fact. This was just the beginning – and we had no idea how far it would go.

"Interrupt? Nonsense. They are all tired of the formal attire, drinks and small talk. They love initiation nights. Come..."

Bob led us to the center of the room and tapped a glass.

"The initiates have arrived." He announced.

Suddenly as if on queue – the music changed to one of those low elevator music tunes but was erotically charged at the same time. Everyone drifted to the edge of the main floor.

I looked up and realized the main room had a high expanse ceiling. A balcony went all the around the second floor which looked over into the first floor. Where Lisa and I were standing we could see to the second floor above the room all the way around.

Everyone on the first floor stood under the balcony that wrapped all the room supported by elegant columns. We stood alone in the middle of the expanse. Soon a few doors above them opened and more people stood on the balcony that surrounded the room above us.

As everyone seemed to know their place, the lights dimmed. The chatter quieted. The erotic music played softly.

"Induviae extrico." Bob announced.

With the Latin command for clothing extraction which we learned in orientation, women reached behind them, some helped by their husbands, and unzipped their elegant dresses. Dozens of gowns then simultaneously fluttered to the floor. The sight was amazing.

These once elegantly dressed women now looked more like a high budget broadway show – garter belts, sheer stockings and lace bras of all sorts were revealed - hidden by the expensive garments that concealed them. And the women were all gorgeous, shapely and erotically sexy.

They then helped the men un-button shirts. Some just un-buttoned them completely and left them open so their bare chest was revealed. Others stripped off their shirts entirely. Like the women, they were all in shape, muscular in various stages of athletic fitness. This was truly a hand-selected group.

We looked at each other. We new what command was next. It would be a command to offer us to the group. Only we would not be allowed to partially undress. We had to reveal every bit of our sexuality tonight.

"Offero." Bob looked at us and stepped back.

Lisa smiled. She actually was enjoying this. She was an exhibitionist first if anything and having dozens of gorgeous people watch her reveal her body was exciting to her – I could tell.

It was exciting the members also. As Lisa reached around to unzip her gown, some of the men and women were rubbing themselves. Many already had erections, which they nursed beneath the fabric of their tuxedo pants as her sequined gown sparkled in the subdued light and fluttered to her feet.

Lisa is a gorgeous woman. Her legs are long and slender, her breasts full and her waist is narrow. She had chosen not to wear panties, knowing she wouldn't be wearing the dress long. The members seemed to approve. Her pubic area was clean-shaven and smooth. She wasted no time unsnapping her bra and revealing her breasts as well.

I tried to be just as smooth, but was probably a little clumsier flipping off my shoes and socks then unbuttoning my shirt. Lisa helped me strip my pants off and before we knew it we were naked. Already I had an erection, which seemed to please the group. One woman was reaching in her panties rubbing her pussy and a couple of men had pulled out their dicks and were stroking them. They were already beginning to enjoy the show.

We stood there for a while it seemed. Dozens of eyes explored our nakedness. Someone collected our clothes and we were truly alone amongst the crowd. Then Bob raised his hands and gestured toward a stairway at the end of the room.

"Instituo-ui-utum." He said, which was the order to begin.

A naked woman and man walked slowly down the stairway. Behind them were half-dressed women carrying various items on silver trays – the items appeared to be all sorts of lubes, dildos, feathers and such – anything the couple could possibly need I guessed.

The couple was completely naked except for masks covering their eyes. They were not cheap Zorro eye masks either, but black leather ones that just covered the eye area with oval slits to see from and nothing else. They smiled softly and their eyes glistened with desire as if they wanted to devour us from behind the masks.

Their harem stopped short of us and knelt. The couple walked over to us and began to run their hands over our bodies. The woman felt me up first, then massaged Lisa's breasts and ass.

The man did the same. He rubbed Lisa's shoulders, then breasts before touching her ass. He then walked over to me and unceremoniously stroked my erection and ran his hand over my ass as well.

As they examined us – their harem pushed two silk covered mattresses nearby. They were king sized. The sheets were silky smooth.

The man walked over to Lisa. They stared at each other. Lisa's breasts were heaving in and out with anticipation. He moved closer to her face. Lisa didn't move.

He kissed her. Their tongues mingled. Lisa wanted to embrace him but he pushed her arms back down. When their kiss parted he looked at the masked woman.

She came up to me, tilted her head and our lips met as well. Her tongue darted into my mouth and our tongues swirled. I too wanted to touch her but didn't after seeing the man push Lisa away.

While we kissed the man had pointed to the bed and arranged for Lisa to get on her hands and knees on the silk bed. When the woman finished kissing me, she pushed me to my knees and turned my head toward Lisa and the man who was now kneeling behind her.

His dick was smooth and hard. He looked at me then at my wife. Her ass was luscious, her pussy peeking between her legs. The masked man positioned himself behind her and aimed his dick at Lisa's pussy.

He penetrated her smoothly. Lisa gasped and breathed deeply. She then smiled and enjoyed the sensation. The masked man then began to fuck my wife. His strokes were methodical and smooth. I even began stroking my own dick as they fucked.

All I could think about was that this wasn't terribly kinky so far. Lisa and I had watched each other fuck other people in the past - it was an exciting thing for both of us and one reason we were here actually- coupled with the fact we liked to explore all areas of our sexuality. 

But just as Lisa seemed to get into the rhythm of being fucked by the masked man – he withdrew. I then realized how this initiation was informative to the members. 

As soon as Lisa began enjoying being fucked by a mysterious masked stranger while I watched stroking myself – it was clear we both gained pleasure from the experience, so the masked couple moved on. And move on they did.

The masked man quickly stood, Lisa's wetness glistening from his dick. He walked over toward me.

Maybe they figured it would be too easy to let me fuck masked woman just yet. Any man could have done that and the hardest thing would have been to not cum too soon. So he clearly had other things in mind as he stopped in front of where I knelt. His dick wet from my wife's pussy inches in front of me. He said nothing and put his hands on his hips which he thrust slightly in my direction and widened his stance. It was clearly an invitation.

While Lisa had quite a few women she'd slept with – I had sucked only two men's dicks. Once in college as an experiment, I guess you'd call it and once when Lisa and I had a ménage-a-trois with a guy that Lisa thought was really cute. Lisa said it appeared I liked it and quite frankly it did turn me on. It turned her on as well, but we never repeated it.

So if masked man thought I'd hesitate to make love to that gorgeous erection that had just penetrated the pussy that I also loved so much – he was wrong. It was the perfect combination if you asked me.

Immediately I reached up and grabbed the base of his dick and guided it toward my mouth. First I kissed the head of it then allowed the smooth head to slip between my lips, which glided over the rim then onto his shaft.

I tasted Lisa. The familiar aroma of my wife and her juices caused me to desire his dick even more. I sucked him down my throat then pulled his hips toward me by gripping his firm ass. Masked man rocked in and out of my mouth slowly as I began making love to his dick.

Soon I sensed movement and masked woman had crawled over to Lisa. First she kissed her for what seemed an eternity, their mouths locked together, their tongues searching for the other, swirling in each other's mouth. They then embraced and their bodies entwined on the silk mattress below them.

As I continued to suck masked man I couldn't discern which leg or ass belonged to whom out of the corner of my eye as they groped, fondled and kissed each other's body. 

But again, as soon as we began to enjoy the sex – the masked couple withdrew from us as if satisfied with our performance.

Masked woman left Lisa and then lay on the silk mattress next to me. She spread her legs wide and rubbed her pussy as her eyes met mine. It was clearly another invitation. 

My heart began to beat faster as I knelt between the slender legs of masked women. Although her pussy appeared shaven, there was a fine wisp of blond hair barely visible on her pubis. It was incredibly sexy and she rubbed her pussy as I knelt – her knees splayed wide on each side of me.

Rather than plunge right in, I teased her – rubbing my dick on her shiny pussy. A sheen of her wetness sparkled between the pink lips as it passed between and over her flesh colored folds.

Masked man had pushed Lisa onto her back on the mattress next to us. He didn't tease her however. He plunged his dick inside her, still wet with my saliva and maybe some of her juices from their doggy style fuck moments earlier. Lisa smiled then closed her eyes as he penetrated her and started to vigorously fuck her.

The sight of Lisa being fucked again was overwhelming and the desire to fuck this masked beauty beneath me filled my loins. I pressed my dick against the masked woman's pussy and slowly pierced her with my erection.

She closed her eyes briefly until I was fully impaled within her. But before I could withdraw and began to fuck her she opened her eyes and pulled me on top of her. Her hand wrapped around the back of my neck and she pressed my ear to her lips.

"Don't remove yourself from me. But don't fuck me. Don't move. Don't cum. This is a command." She said.

My heart skipped a beat. We were told if we were given commands, that they must be followed to the letter. Masked woman pushed against my chest so that I was back in a kneeling position between her legs, leaning slightly over her with my hands supporting me on both sides of her. My dick was still fully inserted within her pussy as I knelt there.

Masked woman turned to look at Lisa and masked man just in time for masked man to begin grunting and groaning. It was the first real noise of sex since we began that filled the room.

As his grunts grew louder, I sensed movement over at the staircase. Masked men were slowly making their way down the stairs – at least five, maybe six. Each was fully naked and slowly rubbing an erection. 

Behind them was the same number of women – masked and naked. The men and women were all beautiful and the women would either rub their pussies or occasionally suck one of the dicks of the men as they all gathered to one side.

The masked man fucking Lisa was clearly cumming. He grunted and started thrusting forcefully into her pussy. Lisa was clearly enjoying it as well. But before he seemed to fully finish, he withdrew from her. A final stream of cum arched onto the silk mattress as he stood and another naked man took his place. 

The next man began to pump furiously into Lisa just as the first man's cum began to seep out of her pussy. I wanted to move my own hips and fuck my own masked beauty but I had to bite my lip trying to subside the desire to fuck her.

Lisa was about to cum. She tossed her head back, but the second man withdrew quickly and simply jacked himself off – white cum erupted from the tip of his dick and streamed onto Lisa's pussy and abdomen.

It seems neither one of us was allowed to cum – not yet.

My dick wanted to explode. Two women crawled beside Lisa and began to kiss her and suck her breasts. But they wouldn't touch her pussy. They purposely were taking her near orgasm then bringing her back down before she slipped over the edge.

Two other women lay in my view and started having sex as well. They would suck each other's pussy, breasts and kiss before rubbing their pussies together then starting all over again.

I still resisted the urge to fuck the pussy, which held my dick. Sweat beaded on my forehead. I tried looking around the room to distract myself of my wife being pleasured to the edge and gorgeous women making love around me while my dick was impaled in one of them.

It didn't help.

The crowd of society members was in various stages of undress. Some were rubbing themselves or a mate nearby - other couples were kissing or sucking - while a few were openly fucking away as they watched the floorshow of which we were the central attraction or entertainment for that matter.

I think I moved just a little because masked woman pressed her thighs against me. My dick was throbbing.

"Soon, very soon. It will be worth the wait." She finally said.

When Lisa's breathing slowed another masked man knelt between her legs. He took some lube from a silver platter and began working glob after glob into her ass as he slowly finger fucked her asshole. 

A smile appeared on Lisa's face. She wanted to cum and she was enjoying the sensations of this stud massaging her ass.

"Do you like?" My masked woman asked.

I nodded. 

The masked man put another finger into Lisa's ass. 

"Your wife wants it in her ass, doesn't she?" The masked woman said.

"Yes."

The masked man knelt between Lisa's thighs and pressed his lubricated erection against her puckered ass.

"You like watching your wife being fucked, don't you?" 

"Yes." I whispered.

Masked man pushed himself into my wife. The folds of her ass slowly accepted him, each fold enveloping around his dick.

"You like watching women." Masked woman said.

"Yes." I replied noticing the women were still making love to each other nearby.

"Your wife liked it when you told her you sucked a man in college. She liked it when she saw you suck a man that shared your bed. It fulfilled a fantasy for her."

I looked at the masked woman and nodded again.

"She has always wanted to have her ass and pussy pleasured by many men – filling her with cum." The woman smiled.




The Society



My heart jumped. My breathing quickened. 

Masked man slowly fucked Lisa's ass – picking up speed gradually as she accepted him. I then sensed a woman kneeling behind me. Masked woman pushed my hips away and my erection popped out of her. But she still lay there in front of me – her words were clearly intended to arouse and to tease. I knew what she was doing – I knew what was happening.

"Stay on your hands and knees, this is a command. Look at my pussy. Look at your wife. You want it too, don't you? A secret desire. Well, here those desires are filled and more." She said.

It was clear to me. On the application form we had to fill out our entire sex lives. We answered how we made love, what we hadn't done, what type of sex experience we had, what we wanted, what secret taboo we desired. 

Lisa wanted to be pleasured by many men rather than the one at a time that we'd swap on occasion. She also wanted anal. She wanted to watch me suck more dicks and she wanted me to fuck her pussy wet with other men's cum.

I confessed I liked watching women fuck. I liked to be teased. And yes, I did enjoy the idea of sucking a man's dick from time to time not only to please Lisa's fantasy, but it was erotic to me. Maybe I was bi-sexual, like Lisa. 

And just as Lisa has never had many men ejaculating in her pussy and ass at one time – I secretly desired to know how that felt like as well – to have a man penetrate my ass. Lisa had offered to fuck me with a dildo, but it didn't seem to be the same. It was a new adventure and the society seemed to be following the fantasies to the letter.

I wasn't surprised then when the woman behind me inserted a lubricated finger in my ass - first one, then slowly a second.

My erection bobbed beneath me as I remained on my hands and knees and stared at the masked woman's pussy and listened to Lisa purr nearby. The masked man within her was quickly grunting, then gasped. His body went into a spasm and I knew he was filling my wife's ass with cum.

As he withdrew from my Lisa's ass – another man knelt between her legs and started to fuck her pussy this time. He plunged his dick in her and seemed to pump furiously in order to cum quickly and he did. But I became distracted as his body stiffened to pump Lisa's pussy full of more cum.

The woman behind me had been slowly fucking my ass with her fingers – inserting glob after glob of lube. But just as the masked man was moaning in ecstasy within my wife's pussy nearby– another man knelt behind me and pressed his own erection against the folds of my ass.

"Remember. You are still commanded not to cum." The masked woman reminded me as she rubbed her pussy just inches in front of my face where I knelt in doggy fashion before her.

Behind me was an Adonis. I looked back just enough to see bulging chest muscles and toned skin. He grasped my hip with one hand and pushed his erection toward me guiding it with his other hand.

He spread the cheeks of my ass with his dick. The smooth head of his dick parted my flesh until the tip rested against the puckered opening of my asshole glistening with lube.

I felt him press forward. Instinctively, I pushed back against him. My sphincter began to spread - each fold loosening then gliding over the flesh of the Adonis' dick.

Slowly my ass felt full. The head of his dick slipped beyond the rim of my ass with a slight sting but then I just felt full and warm. Gradually he inched his way within me and I could see why Lisa desired it so much. It was clearly different and stimulated a lot of nerve endings – not to mention it was extremely erotic knowing we were pleasuring many beautiful strangers and in ways we never have experienced before.

Just as she desired the wetness of others – I too wanted the wetness. It represented the consummation of an erotic union. But I also longed to rejoin her and consummate this experience together.

But for the moment - I desired the flesh of this Adonis and the sound of my wife in pleasure nearby.

The Adonis began to fuck me. With both hands on my hips, my dick bobbed as he fucked. He glided slowly within me at first.

The movement of my hips swaying, my dick now moving in the air below me and the warmth of his dick in my ass was bringing me to the edge – not to mention the sight of masked woman's lovely pussy in front of me and the sounds of my wife being fucked beside me - all had the intended effect.

It was every fantasy we had rolled into one. If this was the beginning of the society – I shuddered with excitement to think what the future held.

As Adonis grunted behind me I sensed more motion over on Lisa's bed. It seemed another man had cum in her pussy, but the next man was just leaning over her – kissing her. They sensed each time she was close to orgasm and would stop and simply caress her. They were patient and would let her calm down before fucking her some more – bringing her back to the edge.

In fact, as I bite my lip trying not to cum myself as Adonis stroked harder into my ass – I noticed that the current masked man between Lisa's legs was masturbating as he knelt between her legs. Lisa writhed in front of him – her body pleading to be penetrated by his dick. 

I knew Lisa well. Her body was writhing. She was gripping the sheets in her fists. All it would take was one simple penetration and she would explode. And it seemed the masked men knew it as well.

The masked man started to pump his dick furiously between Lisa's legs. He began to sweat - staring at her beauty.

The Adonis fucking my ass did the same. His strokes in my ass were now long and steady then became purposeful. A gasp escaped my lips and I relaxed my ass to accept him fully. The sensation of being fucked was surreal.

"Do you want this man to cum in your ass?" the masked woman teased.

"Yes." I said. My voice was breathless.

"Say it." She said louder. The teasing words almost made me explode.

"I want him to cum in me." I said.

"Tell him."

"Cum in me. Damn I want you to cum in me." I gasped. Then the words erupted from my throat again. "Oh, fuck. Damn I want you to cum in me."

The Adonis moaned. It was guttural. Almost like an animal. My ass suddenly felt warmer as I felt the Adonis' dick pulsate within me. He impaled my ass with his dick in wave after wave - shudder after shudder.

My ass was fully relaxed as he came inside me. I never imagined I would be capable of accepting a man so fully and readily. I actually felt that if I relaxed my ass fully then I too would be able to cum - to find some release.

But as my orgasm never came as he pierced my body in orgasmic bliss - my ass began to twitch and seemingly milk his dick in attempts to create an orgasm which I was actually nearing. But I bite my lip, remembering my command - hoping the Adonis was finished or I would surely cum as well. I then heard the masked woman's voice which brought me back to reality for a moment.

"Lisa, my dear. Do you want more or do you want to cum?" The masked woman said to my wife as Adonis stroked the last purposeful strokes into my ass.

"I want to cum. Please let me cum." She said. Apparently she had been commanded not to cum as well.

The masked man between Lisa's legs bent his erection downward toward her pussy as he continued to masturbate himself. He grunted a low moan and cum erupted from the tip of his dick, which he aimed at her pussy.

As he jacked himself off with one hand and spread the lips of her pussy with the other. His cum sprayed over the pink flesh within her pussy as cum from other men slowly leaked out.

The sight was amazing. Lisa was writhing in ecstatic tension – her legs spread wide begging for her cum filled pussy to be penetrated as she gripped the silk mattress below her.

"Do you want more or do you want to cum?" The masked woman asked me now.

"I want to cum." I pleaded. As the words escaped my lips the Adonis pulled himself from within me as wetness dripped from my suddenly empty ass. I had an overwhelming desire to be filled again or to fill someone else with my dick. Either way, I would surely cum - but I had to do either to be satisfied.

"Go to your wife. Fuck her. You both may cum and you are commanded to consummate the moment."

I don't remember moving from the bed on which the masked woman and I rested to Lisa's bed. But suddenly I had moved in between my wife's legs.

White cum of other men oozed from her pussy and ass. I felt the same wetness of another man oozing from my own ass. My dick glistened from the wetness of another woman – a masked woman who I didn't know.

Lisa lifted her hips toward my gleaming erection.

"Fuck me, honey. Oh, fuck me."

My dick slipped easily within her - lubricated by the cum of who knows how many men. I glided into her swiftly and began to fuck my lovely wife.

Cum squished from her pussy between us as we fucked. It was furious and fast. My dick pumped into Lisa like a piston and she gyrated her hips toward me in return. The thought of fucking my wife wet with the cum of other men only raised the excitement. Especially knowing it was me that would bring her to a long awaited climax for us both. 

My vision dimmed slightly and my head became light headed. Lisa groaned then her body stiffened as her pussy began to spasm around my dick.

Suddenly my ass tightened, squeezing more cum from within and I felt the need to thrust deep within her. As I gyrated my hips forward in purposeful fashion, my dick began to pulsate.

I could feel the streams of cum joining the cum of other men within my wife. Lisa felt it too. She gasped and sighed heavily a few times before her body went limp, finally relaxing after the release.

My own body began to spasm uncontrollably as I thrusted a few more times into her. Soon, my muscles would not hold me any more and I collapsed on top of Lisa and began to kiss her neck softly in between gasps for air.

As our senses returned we heard soft claps. Looking around the society members were lightly clapping as if they had just finished watching an opera. 

I recall my dick slowly slipping from Lisa's pussy and the masked men and women helping us to our feet. The area smelled of sex – cum, pussy, lube and the odd mixture of perfume and sweat.

Each masked couple removed their mask then kissed each of us. And even though we were standing naked among dozens of partially dressed strangers with cum dripping from our orifices – we suddenly no longer felt naked.

We just felt warm and fulfilled. Many secret desires had been realized in a moment's time. We had done as we were told and we had loved every minute of it.

Bob joined us - his wife at his side, only now she was topless. Her breasts were incredibly full for her age. He had his arm around her and she was rubbing the front of his pants. He had an obvious erection.

"Well done." He said.

"That was great." Lisa said.

"Is that the initiation?" I added.

"Well, for tonight yes. We now know you are at least genuine and we were able to examine you through your fantasies. But there are a couple more stages."

"Stages?" 

"Yes. That comes later. There are showers upstairs if you'll follow the couples who engaged you in sex with you tonight – They will show you."

"And then?" Lisa asked.

"Stay tonight as long as you wish. But the couples will return you to this level after you shower. You will not be permitted to stay on the upper floors and explore them until after you've completed the stages."

"What are the stages?" I asked as a woman grasped my hand and a man grasped Lisa's to lead us away.

"Similar to tonight. First you are initiated by your fantasy. Next week you will be initiated by things you haven't known – things you haven't seen. It will be even more adventure, I promise." Bob said as the couple pulled us toward the stairs.

"I don't know if we can stand even more adventure. Although I admit, this was great." I said.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet. Have they honey?" Bob said reaching over to caress his wife's breast.

She gripped his erection through his pants unashamedly – then kissed him. "Oh yes, honey. You two are so cute and from what I've seen, you are going to love it here. Bob's right. You haven't seen anything yet."



The Society



I met her during the summer. I was only nineteen and working to save some money for college. I had been raised by my grandparents who had both passed away over the past year. After the burial costs I was far from wealthy. My parents weren't around so I was on my own at a young age. I had moved a couple of towns over from where I had grown up and was living in a room above a tailor and sewing shop in the center of a quaint old town surrounded by mansions. I worked for a catering company on the weekends as a second job to help make ends meet. It was a Saturday night right in the middle of the rather busy social season in this upscale town. I was working at a catering company hauling racks of glasses from the catering truck to a massive bar set up behind a rather large mansion.

It was a summer party at one of the ridiculously wealthy estates. It was getting crowded when I first noticed her. There were about a hundred and fifty well dressed people on the expansive back lawn and while there were more than a few gorgeous young women dressed in tight fitting summer dresses this one woman stuck out. I figured that she was in her late forties, but it would be easy to miscalculate that number into a woman in her late thirties considering how attractive she was. She was wearing a dress that may have been inappropriate for a woman her age but looked fine on her. It was both backless and sleeveless. In fact all there was to the top was a sort of tight halter that covered a pair of large but very firm breasts and a sort of dress shirt collar that wrapped around her neck. The dress length was to about mid thigh which was just fine with her legs. I watched the dishwater blonde move about the party as I worked for the bartenders. It took an hour but I figured it out. The dress was just fine. It was the body that didn't match the woman's age. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen.

There were a few times that she was close enough while ordering a lemon flavored tonic water or just standing by the bar and talking that I could see how smooth her skin was, the total lack of wrinkles on her face, the full lips, big dark eyes and then there were the legs. She was a tall woman and the legs seemed to take up most of her. They had a muscularity that told me she did more than just walk her dog for exercise.

I had been staring at her all night. There were plenty of other girls closer to my age that were drop dead gorgeous roaming about the party but there was something about this mature beauty that was driving me crazy.

At one point I ran into someone I knew. Jill was a tall light brown haired girl I had gone to high school with. She was a couple of years older than me and had been extremely popular and had dated a popular athlete. Suffice it to say that I wasn't really a part of her life until now. I noticed her walking up to me from across the lawn. I averted my eyes and pretended to work on putting the dirty glasses into racks so that she wouldn't think that I was staring at her. It wasn't easy. She was wearing a classic black dress and black high heel pumps and she looked better than she did in high school.

"Hey are you Dennis Heyquist from Millsdale?" She asked from the other side of the bar.

"Ugh yeah. Jill? Is that you?" I did my best to pretend I wasn't sure it was her. Still she was different. I was used to seeing Jill in jeans and little or no make up, a natural beauty. Standing there with her hair up wearing the tight fitting wrap around dress she was so much more mature and sexy.

"Yeah it's me! It's so nice to see you!" She shouted over the cries for vodkas on the rocks.

"Hey yeah it's sure nice to see you. How'd you land here amongst the rich and famous?" I smiled so that she knew that I was kidding her but I couldn't help wondering how she had ended up at this party.

"I work for Jodi Mapleton as her assistant. This is her party." Jill gave me one of her ten thousand watt smiles.

I was shocked to be getting such a warm greeting from Jill. We may have said hello three times in four years of high school. One of the bartenders gave me a look and was about to tell me to get back to work but when he saw the quality of the girl I was talking too he gave me a break.

"You're busy now. Maybe we can talk later." Jill concluded as the party and the drinking had hit a peak.

"That'll be real nice." I watched Jill walk away. She was 5'-8" with a lithe athletic body and long toned legs. Just by agreeing to talk to her after the party I was playing way above my pay grade. 

I went back to work. I jogged out to the van for the last two racks of wine glasses. If we were lucky they along with the ones being washed in the house would be enough for the rest of the party. While I was making my way back to the bar I noticed the commotion happening right in front of my station. The gorgeous blonde had squared off in what looked like a verbal confrontation with a younger blonde haired woman I hadn't noticed before. The new guest was about Jill's height but with a much more athletic build, her arms and legs were sculpted with muscle but not overly so. 

The young blonde was animated and angry to the point of being out of control. Meanwhile the woman I had begun such an infatuation with was smiling and fielding every verbal jab or accusation with the deft agility of a matador waving her cape at a charging bull. She was calm, confidant and obviously winning the argument which from what I could tell was about the younger blonde who was named Serena accusing the older darker haired blonde of stealing something from her. It was starting to gather attention from the other partygoers until two men stepped between them.

After all the excitement done high society style the five hour cocktail party went quickly. It always went that way at a catering job, keep your head down working and time flies. Before I knew it wealthy people were filing out and Mercedes, Land Rovers and Porsches were pulling away. The daylight was fading and the people were probably off to dinners at any of the high end restaurants located in this wealthy town.

I was cleaning up at the bar when she came right up to me. I looked up and nearly melted. The two bartenders were standing away from the bar so there was no one to save me from her, her devastating beauty and as I would find out her ability to persuade and ultimately dominate another person.

"I was wondering if I could get a chardonnay?" Her voice was deep and very crisp.

"Oh yes. Sure. We're technically not supposed to be serving anymore but that's okay." I answered nervously.

"Well I appreciate the favor. Actually I have become quite fond of the vineyard you are serving but I wanted to wait until you were pouring to order my first of the evening." The dishwater blonde's red lips parted exposing a perfect set of brilliantly white teeth.

"Really? How come?" I asked with a baffled expression. I couldn't figure why anyone would care who poured them a glass of wine. 

I turned and reached for the bottle resting in the ice and a clean glass. I was nervous. The mature woman was still flawless up close and very intimidating. She was gorgeous. I could feel her looking at me with my back turned and the goose bumps began crawling up my back.

"I'm a sucker for a cute boy with bright blue eyes." She was smiling like some sort of predator when I returned with her glass of wine.

"Thanks." I replied.

"Nice smooth skin too, very pretty." She took the glass from me. The well built woman seemed to purposely wrap her fingers around mine. The sensation sent shivers right through me.

"Thanks again." I wanted to say something about being called pretty but this woman could have spit on me and I would have taken it.

"My name is Catherine Creeler. It's a pleasure to meet you." The tall blonde reached out her hand and when I took it she gripped mine hard.

"I'm Dennis Heyquist. It's very nice to meet you Ms. Creeler." I replied getting more comfortable in her presence.

"Well you can call me Catherine. I'd get very tired calling you Mr. Heyquist, so . . ." Catherine Creeler was smiling broadly at me with the same predatory look. 

"That's fine with me." I chuckled nervously.

"Dennis I was wondering if this was your only job? Maybe you'd be interested in making some extra money?" She inquired.

"I'd be very interested in making extra money. I'm working so that maybe I can take some classes at the community college." I admitted.

"Well I have some yard work that needs to be done at my home. I was hoping to get someone over this week." Catherine told me.

"I can be over tomorrow at nine." I told her anxious to have a job and with such an interesting and sexy woman.

"That's excellent. I like a go getter." She exulted.

With that Catherine turned and walked back over to the small group of people that remained. I couldn't help admiring her legs. They were long and toned with muscle and the high heels she was wearing just made those muscles bulge in all the right places. In short her calves were magnificent and the way her upper thighs and ass pressed against her dress I knew they were just as beautiful.

Just when I thought I'd never be able to take my eyes off of Ms. Creeler Jill walked up to the now cleaned up bar area. Like Catherine Creeler she had no problem filling out the very revealing dress that she was wearing.

"Hey how's it going?" She asked with a smile.

"Tired." I replied wiping sweat from my forehead.

"Yeah it's gotta be tough work hauling those glasses around in this heat. I'm glad that I ran into you though." Jill smiled at me.

"So what are you doing here?" I finally got to satisfy my curiosity.

"Well like I said, I work for Ms. Mapleton so she likes to have me here at these parties to help greet the guests some of them are clients." Jill was sufficiently vague but I didn't care she looked beautiful and I was transfixed.

"This is definitely a nice place to work." I was impressed but not surprised that someone with Jill's personality and looks had ended up in this type of situation.

"Yeah. I live here now too." Jill's eyes gave me a quick once over.

"Not a bad deal." I added with a smile.

"It works for me." Jill laughed. "Hey we should go out for drinks sometime."

"Sure I'm up for that. How about Sunday? That is as long as you don't mind hanging with a struggling caterer." I joked trying to cover up the unbelievable luck of having snagged a date with Jill Wiggler.

Just then Ms. Mapleton came up to the bar. She was also a very sexy mature woman who looked to be in her early forties. She was wearing a red satin dress that highlighted a set of perfect tits. She had stylish dark auburn hair and blue eyes that seemed to blaze back at me. Like most women at this party she was quite fuckable.

"So Jill this is your friend." Ms. Mapleton gushed as she stepped up beside her assistant.

"Yes Jodi Mapleton this is Dennis Heyquist. We went to high school together." Jill's demeanor stiffened a bit when she introduced me to her boss.

"Hi Ms. Mapleton. It's nice to meet you." I shook the pretty woman's hand.

"Well first things first please call me Jodi. Secondly Jill was right. You're very sweet. Jill you'll have to ask your friend over for a swim this weekend." Jodi's eyes roamed over my body just as Jill's had and Catherine's before her. It was something I wasn't used too.

"How about it?" Jill asked me.

"It'll have to be Sunday." I replied barely able to contain myself.

"Sunday it is. Nice to meet you Denny." Jodi gave me a big smile and walked away.

"See ya Sunday sweetie." Jill leaned over the bar, gave me a kiss and the followed Jodi back towards the mansion.

As soon as I got home I jumped into bed and masturbated. I couldn't help it. All I could think of was fucking Jill and when I made a mental picture of her riding my fat cock I got as hard as I had ever been. I couldn't wait until Sunday. I figured I'd work for Catherine on Saturday make some cash so that I could take out Jill on Sunday after watching her bounce around all day in her bikini.

I rode my bike over to Catherine Creeler's home in a tee shirt, jeans and work boots. After all I was expecting to be in the bushes most of the day. The directions she had given me put her home about five miles from my apartment, actually just down the road from the Mapleton estate. When I turned the corner to her street I figured I was reminded how far I really was from this neighborhood, a million miles. The Creeler residence was in a row of estates located on a long private road. Each estate was on multiple acre plots of land, many with barns, stables and horses. I checked in with the security guard at the top of the road and then pedaled down to the number Catherine had given me. It was a large federal with pillars in the front of the home. The property was enormous with a large front yard that was so big that it was hard to see the home from the street behind a row of trees. In fact the house was so set back I felt as if I had ridden as far down the long driveway as I had the distance from my apartment. 

I should have turned around right there. It just didn't make sense that a woman in this sort of position would need me to do yard work on this sort of estate. I wasn't sure what Catherine Creeler had in store for me but I was certain that just cutting the lawn took a team of men quite a while to get done. Despite a rising apprehension I couldn't resist the chance to get another look at Ms. Creeler. What if she was wearing another short dress or skirt? I rode up to the huge home and leaned my bike up against one of the pillars. I thought about trying to hide it a little better then figured what the hell for? I stepped up to the door and pushed the bell. I could hear the chimes ring loud and clear behind the door. I waited for a minute and almost rang the bell again but stopped. It had been loud enough to wake the dead so I knew that if someone was home they'd answer the door, besides I didn't want to seem anxious. There was no other way to put it, Catherine Creeler intimidated me. 

Suddenly the large heavy door opened and standing there was a tall well built blonde haired woman. I thought it may have been Halloween. She was wearing a French maid outfit and a pair of black high heel pumps. I had never travelled in these circles but I was pretty sure that none of the normal multimillionaires in this neighborhood had a woman who looked like this, dressed this way answering their door.

"Hi I'm here to see Ms. Creeler?" I said in a shaky voice.

"Of course, you must be Dennis." The broad shouldered woman replied with a smile and a voice that seemed too feminine for a woman of her build. "Why don't you follow me?"

I watched her spin on the shiny shoes and walk through an enormous foyer. Her bare tan legs were wrapped with muscle yet long and sculpted like those of a female athlete. Her uniform was backless and I got a great view of the muscles rippling around her shoulder blades as she moved. It was obvious that she must have gone to the same gym as her boss. And when she turned and smiled as we walked through the living room to the back of the house. I could see that she was just as beautiful and as sexy as Catherine Creeler.

I followed the blonde Amazon to a room that overlooked a large stone patio that was part of a expansive pool area and then a massive back lawn that swept down to the ocean below. To one side was a barn and stable set off from the mansion. Standing by one of the huge windows that stretched from just above the floor to the ceiling that opened up the house to the beautiful scene was Catherine Creeler. She was looking out the window drinking a glass of orange juice. She was wearing a peach colored dress that clung to her tall body in all the right places and went down to just above her knees. The shiny black high heel pumps matched the thick black belt that wrapped around the dress at her waist and accentuated the long toned legs.

"Why hello Denny! I'm so glad that you were able to come." The dishwater blonde held out her hand and I shook it.

"Oh sure like I said, I'd love to get some steady work." I replied with hopes of doubling my catering company wage dancing in my head.

"You've met my assistant Corinna. Corinna we'll be downstairs." Catherine told her.

I smiled at Corinna and she smiled back at me as she took the juice glass from her boss. Then I followed the click of Catherine Creeler's heels as they made their way across the marble floor to a staircase off to the side of the huge room. I couldn't help but keep my eyes glued to her legs. I was trying to decide whether it was the lady of the house or her maid who had the nicer ass and legs when I looked up and saw Catherine pausing at the top of the stairs smiling at me. I had been busted checking out my new boss' legs. I was a bit horrified but when our own eyes met Catherine's smile simply widened and then she continued down the stairs to the basement. I thought about it and figured that the statuesque woman must have been used to the ogling by now.

"We have five main rooms on the lower level. One is a workout room here on the right with two servant rooms behind it, at this end the door leads out to our patio and pool area and here at the other end of the hall is a doorway to a lounge area, this other room here on the left you'll see soon enough." Catherine pointed to each room as we walked.

The gym was as big as a commercial facility. Meanwhile the mysterious room opposite the gym was locked up and cordoned off with a heavy door. The lounge room was at the end of the long hallway. Catherine opened the door and we stood at the entrance of the room which was dark even after she turned on the lights. There was a large bar with stools off to the side and a number of couches facing a large screen.

Catherine led me into the lounge. She walked up to the front of the room. I followed her up and looked over the large screen in front of us. I got a weird vision of Catherine and her guests settled in here watching a movie while Corinna served them popcorn.

"Why don't you come up here with me Denny? I want to watch you take off your clothes." The blonde said as she reached down and undid her belt.

"What?" I gasped. Sure I wanted to fuck the mature sex bomb but did she actually want to screw a skinny nobody like myself? I mean first Jill Wiggler making passes at me and now this? It was too good to be true. I had no idea how right that thought was.

"Come on now Denny, I've got a 60 acre estate here. You really didn't think I was going to hire you to rake the leaves did you?" She chuckled as she slid out of her dress exposing a black lace bra, panties and garter belt that attached to sheer stockings.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked in an incredible display of naivete.

"Well for starters I'd like to have you on your knees licking my pussy." She was so much taller than me in her stiletto heels that she had to lean down when she stepped up and kissed me. "Do you think you could do that for me?"

"Oh God yes!" I gushed as I fumbled out of my clothes and watched her take a seat on a front row couch spreading her long legs wide.

"Ah yes I see that I was correct at the party. You are quite well endowed and uncut too. What a lovely surprise." She pointed at my exposed semi erect penis.

"How did you know something like that?" I had a cock that was a little over eight inches long and pretty thick and I was curious how this horny slut would know this from only a chance meeting at a party.

"Let's say that after a number of years I've become quite the connoisseur of bulges and yours was quite exquisite last night." The dishwater blonde laughed heartily. "Now get on your knees and show momma what you can do with your tongue."

I followed her order to a tee. I scrambled down to my knees, placed my hands on her thighs and leaned in and gently began licking at the pouting lips of Catherine Creeler's genitals. I moved up and down on each lip. I felt her quiver above me so I did it again. I ran my hands along her thighs. I couldn't believe how hard with muscle they felt. She was in incredible shape. I kept licking and soon I was tasting the oozing lubricant. It quickly went from a drool to a pumping gush of warm, thick fluid and I felt the muscles in her legs flex as her pelvis began lifting off the couch.




The Society



"Oh my! I didn't expect this much talent from a young boy. Now just do what I say and we'll both have a wonderful time. Keep running your tongue up and down. Yes just like that!" Catherine breathed heavily and I felt her hand running through my hair. "Now twirl it around the hood. Aaaaagh!"

The gorgeous blonde cooed when I followed her instructions. Her thick excitement kept flowing and as I continued to lick and kiss her I drank it down. She had begun to clamp her legs around my head and squirm underneath me. I knew from her reactions that I was bringing Catherine close to where she wanted to be, an earth shattering orgasm. Still I didn't try anything on my own. First I was only twenty and I had no idea what I was doing and second there was just something about this woman that told me to obey. I followed every order that was gasped out to me from in between heavy breathing.

"Stick that tongue into me Denny! Slide it in and out and rub it against that big clitoris." She ordered with a high pitched sigh.

Once again I did what I was told and was rewarded with a splash of lubricant against my face. The few women I had been with had never cum this hard or emitted so much liquid. I felt her hands grab the back of my head and then her genitals bucked against my face. Then her smooth silk encased legs closed around my head and I heard the loud guttural cry. I thought that I might actually suffocate. Her legs were so powerful all I could do was fuck her pussy with my tongue while the blonde's arched body hung onto my head. It lasted a long minute and then Catherine's body relaxed and she collapsed back onto the couch.

"Oh sweetie climb up here on top of me." Catherine was smiling down at me with her arms open and her large breasts sticking out like perfect round orbs.

"Did I do it right?" I wimpered as I crawled up into her arms and was met by her open mouth. I couldn't tell you why but pleasuring this woman to her ultimate satisfaction was so important to me.

"Oh darling you don't get that much honey all over your face without making a woman shake with lust. Now I get to enjoy a nice sensuous fuck with that big dick of yours." Catherine told me as she kissed me.

She grabbed me by the shaft and it made me jump but I quickly settled back on top of her and let her sink my erection inside her. It was tight and wet and Catherine slowed me down when I tried to start fucking her.

"Just relax baby. Anyone can climb on top and fuck me like a gorilla. Slow and deep my dear, we've got all night so slow and deep." The tall blonde whispered into my ear her tongue licking at my lobe.

I followed her instructions. I melted into her body. She had a good hold of me. I was buried inside her up to the hilt. She had her arms around my back and her legs wrapped around the backs of my thighs forcing them to spread out wide. I moved slowly and made sure to grind myself deep into Catherine at the end of each deliberate push into her body. She was smiling and letting out high pitched sighs.

I was in the arms of a gorgeous mature woman my hard cock coated with her excitement. I soon found that she knew exactly how to bring a young man to the heights of ecstasy. I felt wonderful. It was at that moment that I felt a hand on the back of my shoulder and something slide between my buttocks. I was startled and tried to turn around but I was anchored to Catherine and the strength emanating from the hand on my shoulder told me that a powerful person was behind me.

"Relax Denny relax. This is going to feel so good just spread your legs wider. It's just the three of us here." Catherine cooed into my ear.

"What's going on?" I uttered in a confused panic. I tried to buck against Catherine's hold but she was too strong. It was at that point that I felt a pressure against my sphincter.

I turned and saw that it was Corinna lying on top of me. She was smiling down at me and when the Amazon saw me turn she leaned down and kissed me. I felt the probe press against me with greater force further splitting my sphincter muscle. I tried to squirm away but all it brought was more pain. I groaned as I felt Corinna press down harder on me. My cock softened as my sphincter stretched to the point that I thought that the muscular blonde was going to tear me apart. I struggled as best I could but I knew that I wasn't going to get away. The women were just too strong. Both of them had worked hard to force my legs apart with their own legs and now Corinna had her arms entwined with mine in a full nelson wrestling hold.

I was quickly running out of gas and the women were sensing the end of my fight. I tried one more desperate attempt to escape and then my body gave out. I collapsed down onto Catherine's body, my sphincter gave in and completely relaxed. I let out a groan as the tube that had been pressing against my muscle slid into my rectum. Catherine's legs loosened their grip on mine and she began kissing me again. She ran her hands up and down my now relaxed body.

I figured that it was a strap on dildo that the big blonde was fucking me with and I kept hearing what Catherine had said into my ear, that it was just the three of us on this couch. As Corinna pushed into me the phallus seemed to thicken stretching my sphincter beyond what I thought was humanly possible. I panicked at not knowing what was going to happen next but there was just nothing I could do.

"I'm balls deep." Corinna announced from above.

"Doesn't this feel wonderful my luv?" Catherine gloated into my ear.

"Oh God it hurts! My cock is limp!" I grunted back to her.

"Just stay relaxed and you'll be hard again soon enough. You're doing great. You've already made me cum so hard. Now it's your turn." Catherine told me.

"It's so fucking tight!" I cried for mercy.

"Tight's good." I felt Corinna's lips brush against my ear.

With that the big blonde began to move in and out of me. It was slow and easy at first but the pace soon quickened and I was listening to the slap of her hips against my ass. I had no idea what she had up my ass. I had never had anything like this done to me before but I was certain that this was bigger than a guy's penis. 

With my arms still entwined in hers with the full nelson hold Corinna pulled me back and up into a standing position. Catherine allowed my cock to slip out of her well lubed hole. As she had told me, I had gotten rock hard again and my erection was sticking straight out in front of me. The mature blonde deftly scooted off of the couch and stood up next to me and began kissing my neck and ear.

"That's it Corinna. Take him through his paces." She said softly as she ran her fingers up and down my chest which was now dripping with sweat.

"What the fuck is happening? What is she doing to me?" I let out in a gurgling shout.

Catherine moved quickly. She had leaned down behind Corinna and reached between her legs to get to my balls. I felt her fingers gently massage my scrotum and then I heard a clicking noise as something cold enclosed around my scrotum above my testicles. Then just as quickly she was back at my side massaging my nipples and chest while her servant continued to push in and out of me.

"First let me say that all we want to do is take you on a new and different journey, a journey of pleasure, incredible pleasure. So I've asked my servant Corinna to fuck you in the ass with her big fat cock." Catherine informed me with a triumphant smile on her face.

"Jesus no! Let me go! I'm not into this!" I tried to wriggle free but Corinna had a good hold of my upper body.

I kept feeling her spreading me, filling me. I relaxed for a second and the big blonde loosened her grip. She relaxed her arms then I felt her fingers gently twisting my nipples and I groaned again. Then I surprised her by once again trying to break away. I would have made it except for the yank I felt on my testicles and subsequent pain that exploded between my legs. Everything had happened from behind. I had no idea what it was but I let out a yelp and collapsed back into Corinna's arms. The pain was so intense I was certain I was headed to the hospital. I sagged from Corinna's arms down to the floor and curled up. I felt hands pulling me up and I found myself sandwiched between the ladies again. Catherine was facing me. She put a hand up to my check and lifted my tear drenched face while Corinna rubbed my lower belly to try and ease my pain.

"Denny I'm sorry I had to do that but I had to demonstrate that well, you belong to me know." The tall blonde stroked my face and leaned down and looked into my eyes.

"Oh fuck!" Was all that would come out of me.

"Exactly. Well this chain is attached to a metal ring that I've locked around your testicles. In all my years of training boys like you no one's ever gotten away so I'm asking nicely that you go along with what we have planned for you." She looked at me as if she expected an answer.

"Okay." I grunted.

"Good boy." She messed my hair with her hand. "I think that it's time Denny gets to see our special room."

I felt Corinna push me from behind keeping her arms around my neck and waist. Catherine gently grabbed my penis. She ran her hand along the shaft until it was hard again.

"When you obey you are rewarded." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. Then she pulled on my erection, urging me to move out of the lounge room and back into the hallway. I had trouble moving. My sphincter was still relaxed and it was an extremely different feeling.

"Don't worry about your backside. Your sphincter is a very strong muscle. It's going to recover just fine. Just walk with me sweetie." Catherine put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips.

We made it out of the room with Catherine continuing to hold me and whisper encouragement into my ear. I had the feeling that as long as I behaved this treatment would continue. The alternative was now attached to my balls and it certainly wasn't pleasant.

Corinna walked ahead of us and opened the door to what Catherine had previously described as the special room. The door was heavy and the muscular blonde had to push hard against it to get it open. As I walked by I got a good look at the phallus she had used on me. It was hanging semi erect between her legs glistening with lubricant. It was enormous and indeed very real. Despite a set of very well proportioned man made breasts, a beautiful face and body Corinna was very much a man. The shemale's penis was uncircumcised and the shaft ballooned out to an inhuman girth at the middle. I couldn't believe that she had been able to slide a member that big up my ass. 

The room was dark except for a soft spotlight that shown down from the ceiling to the floor. Hanging down from the ceiling in the cone of light were two big overstuffed recliner chairs with manacles on the arms of each. Other than that the room seemed very stark with a painted cement floor that had what looked like rails running into the floor and what I estimated was about a twelve foot high ceiling. I was thinking of anything I might use to help get away. Unfortunately there was nothing and sensing that this was a critical juncture Catherine had pulled the chain to my balls taut to remind me who was in charge. She had also grabbed my cock again and was pulling me along.

"Hands over your head." Corinna ordered.

"Do I have to do this? Please let me go. I won't tell anyone." I pleaded.

"Just put your hands up and everything will be fine. I promise." Catherine reassured me.

Catherine slipped a hand around one of my wrists and lifted my arm. I didn't struggle. How could I? The cold steel closed around my arm and I heard the mechanism click shut. Corinna handled my other arm and just like that I was hanging like a piece of meat from a pair of bright chrome chains that ran through pulleys that hung from the ceiling. I twirled in the chains keeping Corinna in front of me. Catherine was powerful and she was also the brains. It was Corinna's hard penis up my ass that I feared more than anything that I felt Catherine could do to me.

"Come now Denny we have work to do and it doesn't involve you hanging on Corinna's erection, at least at this moment." Catherine admonished. "Turn back for me. That's a good boy."

I ignored Corinna as she playfully circled me. When the chains holding my wrists were straight Catherine steadied me by putting her hands on my hips. She leaned in and kissed me continuing her practice of rewarding me when I obeyed. All I could do was hang on until I could get control of the chain attached to my balls.

"Corinna here is going to clean you up. I hope you will be as compliant with her as you have been with me. My assistant is as good with this chain as I am. One false move and I assure you she will tear your nuts off. Take good care of our new girlfriend Corinna. I have to call Jodi and tell her that a ertain sissy won't be visiting her parlor tomorrow." After this statement Catherine was still able to smile, handed the chain to Corinna and then walked out of the room her shoes clicking hard on the floor.

Corinna smiled at me mischievously with the chain in her hand. "Don't worry. I'm actually nowhere near as sadistic as I look."

The muscular blonde dropped the chain and walked over to a cabinet over at a dark corner of the large room. She returned pushing a cart loaded with various things. She grabbed something from a jar and a glass of clear liquid. Then she walked up close to me, face to face. With a quick motion she put the hand up to my mouth and pushed a pill into my mouth and the glass followed immediately.

"Come on swallow that for me. Don't worry it isn't poison and it won't do any damage. Catherine is right, as long as you obey no one is going to mistreat you. Here see?" Corinna then took one of the pills herself while she held up my chin with her other hand. Then she took the glass and poured more water down my throat which washed the pill down.

"What the fuck was that!" I yelled as water drooled down my face and neck.

"Don't worry it's a natural ingredient. You'll be taking one every day." With that Corinna turned back to the cart.

She turned back and faced me holding a large plastic jar. She reached into it and pulled out a huge glob of cream in her hand. She let the cream coat her hand and fingers and then began to smear it onto my body.

"I've got to rub this on certain parts of your body. Again, this isn't something that will harm you. It's going to tingle a little on your skin but don't get dramatic." She told me as the first coat of cream covered my thigh.

"What does this do?" I asked still anxious about what was happening to me.

"I told you not to get dramatic." The Amazon giggled. "It removes hair, not that you have that much to speak of."

Corinna worked quickly and efficiently covering my legs and a small part of my chest with the cream. The she left and came back with a stool and grabbed a razor and shaving cream off of the cart. The next fifteen minutes involved Corinna shaving my pubic hair, the hair around my scrotum and between my sphincter and genitals, my armpits and then my face. She sat on the stool for my genitals holding my cock in her free hand while she shaved me. Shamefully I started getting hard. When she was done Corinna cleaned my face with a warm wet towel. I felt the warmth of her hand holding my erection.

"Well I guess it's not so bad playing with a shemale after all. You're very pretty." Corinna whispered, her lips on mine.

The blonde shemale then pulled a hose out from the side of the room and twisted it until a steady stream of water jetted out of it. She then pointed the water at me and hosed me down from top to bottom. Corinna took a couple of large beach sized towels and dried me off. She mussed my hair and smiled as she walked behind me for a moment. She came back with a small black leather loop that had some sort of clamp on it.

"This is a penis clamp. It keeps the blood in and the cum out. Simply put it keeps this nice sized dick of yours engorged and keeps you from ejaculating. You're a very pretty young boy and we don't want any accidents." The blonde had squatted down and put my penis in her mouth. She sucked me off for a minute getting me hard. I moaned as she gave me head and then slipped the device down my now rock hard erection and when she got it to my base flipped the lever which tightened the leather piece to beyond a comfortable snugness. The lever seemed to work like the device that kept the hub of a bicycle wheel attached to the bike itself.

Corinna walked over to the cart and came back to me with a comb and barber's shears. She began to take small lengths of my hair. Then she took an electric razor to my sideburns and the back of my head. Next up were my eyebrows which she plucked right out of my head. It hurt like hell and I began to struggle against the shemale.

"Stop doing this! I don't know what you are doing but you have to let me go!" I protested.

"Shhhh Shhhh" Corinna cooed softly into my ear. "I just wish that you'd accept this. You're not going anywhere so just calm down."

I hung there as Corinna cleaned up my facial hair and the hair on my head. She worked with a speed and efficiency of someone who had done this before. I protested loudly enough to get a gentle tug on the chain as she finished up with my eyebrows. She kept close to me talking directly into my ear with a smile on her face. I couldn't understand how someone could so enjoy holding someone captive and taking advantage of them but the muscular blonde seemed to be totally in her element with a naked subject hanging from chains right next to her. I felt the gorgeous blonde's lips on my neck and ear and could hear her giggling when suddenly there was a wetness. I closed my eyes as her tongue began to explore my ear. I didn't understand it but she had made me incredibly horny. Then I felt her lips on mine. I didn't resist. I let her kiss me and even licked at her tongue when she slipped it into my mouth. Just in time I watched Catherine walk back into the room. My eyes practically popped out of my head as she moved with the same effortless sexiness. She had changed. She was wearing what I would later learn was a basque that was sheer and black, straps hung from the garment and attached to equally sheer black stockings holding them up and she had on the same shiny black pumps. Her shaved pussy hung out complete with pouting lips and a good sized clitoris. I was her prisoner and I should have been doing everything possible to break free but instead I couldn't hide how in awe I was of the magnificent woman.

"He's smooth now. We'll do the laser tomorrow ans make it permanent." Corinna reported dutifully with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Excellent. So we've come to a point where you find out a little about us. I'm sure that you have questions." Catherine announced in the most exciting outfit I had ever seen a woman wear.

"Yeah you could say that! What the fuck is going on here?" It was a guttural response but at least I had gotten right to the point.

"Mmmm yes indeed what the fuck. You have to say that we've done our job well when the one hanging from the chains can only say that." Catherine smiled and ran her fingernails up and down my torso.

"Dennis you remember at the party when I called you pretty? I'm a very good judge of people both physically and mentally and underneath what many would consider a normal boy is an extremely feminine body, face and attitude." Catherine told me with her fingers now underneath my chin. 

"Look! I'm not queer! So what if I'm skinny you saw me carrying those racks of glasses do you think a woman could do that?" I shot back.

"You're far from skinny Denny. Your body is gorgeous. You've got hips to die for and these legs are well I'm going to show you how incredible they are in short order. As for being a homosexual, you most certainly don't have to like men to look good in a dress, although we'll be teaching you things that will make you very adept at pleasing men." Catherine was now gently stroking my cock which was sticking straight upwards.




The Society



"I'm not gay and I want to get out of here!" I uttered as the pleasure from Catherine's touch seeped into my voice. 

"Denny at the party when I saw you staring at my legs I knew you loved women and the when you sank this beautiful uncircumcised cock inside me you backed that up. Yet I also watched your body move as Corinna fucked you and the way you reacted when she was kissing you just a minute ago." Catherine said.

I couldn't respond without betraying the fact that I had started to react to Corinna's cock up my ass and then just a minute ago kissed her passionately when I thought no one was looking. Man or woman the well hung blonde was devastatingly sexy. Instead I watched as Catherine reached up with first one and then another silver colored clamp. She attached each one to my nipples. They didn't hurt until the tall dominatrix gently turned tiny dials on each clamp then the sensation became extremely uncomfortable. I let out a grimace as the two turned their attention to my erection. Without saying a word they opened a case on the cart inside were long thin bright silver lances. They each pulled a couple out of the case and without hesitation they began inserting them into my cock. My reaction was immediate and not unexpected. I screamed bloody murder. I tried to wriggle out of the chains but that was laughable at this point.

"Denny. Denny. Denny. Would you please calm down." Catherine was standing back with Corinna watching me react to my predicament. "If you would just settle down long enough to feel that these quills don't cause that much pain. We've simply put them where they affect certain pressure points on your genitals. They keep your cock up and taking nourishment if you will, hard as a rock. Sort of an acupuncture for the penis. If you acquiesce the pain will be at a minimum, if not, well then . . ."

I stopped struggling when Corinna took a step towards the chain attached to my balls but I looked up at the two dominants with tears in my eyes. Catherine walked back up to me and inserted some more quills at the base of my cock and at different spots at the underside of the head and where it met the shaft. When it was all done there were at least a dozen shiny quills sticky out of my erection and just as the dominatrix had told me there was no pain just a strange sensation that made me stay hard.

Corinna approached me next with a tray of makeup. She started applying different items from the tray to my face and chest. Then she got very close to me when she began to put on the eye shadow and eye liner with a hand holding my face still while working the pencil against the outline of my eye with the other.

"You know you have such big beautiful blue eyes. This make up is bringing out that bright color so well, absolutely gorgeous." The well built shemale spoke softly, her lips only an inch or so from my face. 

"You know she's right. Those eyes are dazzling." Catherine stated as she applied make up to first my cheekbones and then on my chest.

I didn't struggle as the women worked on me, their smooth bodies rubbing up against mine. I was going insane. All I could think of as these women held me against my will and made me up as a woman was how I would give anything to stroke my cock. It was as hard as I had ever felt it. For whatever reason I was extremely turned on even though my balls had been trussed up like chestnuts over an open fire. Catherine was touching me with her hands, breasts and legs keeping me excited yet Corinna scared me. She had the same toned smooth body as Catherine and her thigh felt just as good sliding up and down mine but her slick greased covered penis was hanging down between her legs and swinging back and forth as she worked and I was horrified of the the thick member had just been sliding in and out of my ass.

After she was done with my face Corinna reached up and undid my wrists. The two moved in with instruments to manicure my hands and feet and scissors to put the final touches on my hair. They worked silently while I just stood there and took it. With the chain wrapped around my scrotum hanging taut from the ceiling there was nothing I could do. So over the next twenty minutes or so the nails on my fingers and toes were painted a bright red and my hair was further shaped by a rather fussy Catherine. As she finished her maid dipped her hand into a jar and pulled out a gob of gel. Corinna rubbed the goop all over her fingers and hands and then ran them through my hair. I had to admit that the scalp massage felt real good and then the ensuing comb that Catherine dragged through my hair sent a tingle up and down my spine.

"You realize that I have never started out one of my maids without a wig. You know why we're doing so with you?" Catherine smiled at me.

"I don't know." I responded with a lust filled groan.

"You're face looks so good in makeup there's no reason to hide it with big hair. You are going to turn out to be absolutely gorgeous." The statuesque blonde gave my nose a playful tweak.

Corinna stepped up with the finishing touches, applying fake eyelashes with some glue to my lids. They felt heavy on my eyelids at first and the drying glue felt unusual. I fluttered my lids and actually did my best to shake the fake lids right off my face which brought a few chuckles from my captors. Catherine walked to the dungeon door and picked up some clothing off of a chair. She came back with some lingerie and a pair of high heel pumps.

"Let's get that sweet body of yours into some proper lingerie. Corinna please show our girlfriend how to put on the garter belt and stockings." Catherine handed the sheer silk to her assistant.

Corinna went behind me. I felt her hands on my hips first. She instructed me on how the garter belt could be clipped in front and then pulled around my waist so the clips were in the back and the belt properly adjusted. Next we worked on the stockings. Corinna had me pick up one of my feet and she showed me how to roll up the stocking and then slide it up legs. Then I tried it myself with the other leg. The shoes came next. They were black high heel pumps that fit my legs perfectly. Obviously Catherine had been planning for my arrival by eyeballing the various sizes that would best fit me and transform me.

"There now don't we look sexy." Corinna commented as she fit the bra around my chest. It pushed in my chest and actually accentuated a cleavage on me. I learned later that it was a bra tailor made for crossdressers who wanted to make it look as if they had breasts under a dress.

"Let me get the dress. I think you'll like it sweetie if you saw your girlfriend Jill wearing it you'd lose your eyeballs staring at her." Catherine smiled at me as she walked over to the chair by the door again.

"I can't believe that you're doing this to me." I replied as I stood there waiting for what was going to happen next.

"This is a slinky little cocktail dress. It may seem a bit tartish but we're just trying to accentuate some form here. I want to show you how your hips, legs, ass and all the rest looks as a sissy." Catherine ignored my comment and brought out a sequined dress that looked like something you wore as a woman if you were dead set on getting laid.

Corinna got things started by plucking the quills out of my erection. She gave my hard penis a few loving strokes and put the silver spears on the cart. Catherine pulled the dress over my head and down my body. I put my arms through the sleeves and allowed the gorgeous blonde to pull the dress down my legs. It went down to about mid thigh and it clung to my body like a glove. At first the feeling was strange and somewhat uncomfortable. I wore my clothing loose and this was so different.

"Well how does it feel? I have to say that this is the finest first day I've ever had sissifying a white boy and I've done more than a few. You look gorgeous for your first time dressed." Catherine commented as she circled me with her discerning eye. Meanwhile Corinna had walked out of view in the darkened room and returned with a large full sized mirror. She placed it in back of me.

"Okay then let's see how you look hot legs. Turn around." The well built shemale ordered.

I turned and looked in the mirror. I was amazed. I could see my face, barely. The make up had brought out my cheekbones, lips and my eyes. I tried to take a more masculine stance with my hands on my hips but it didn't work. There was no hiding the silk encased legs and the way the tight dress formed around my body. They were right. I looked good made up as a woman. They had greased my hair with gel and then styled it so that, although short, the hair looked very feminine. My body also looked good in the tight fitting dress.

"There are so many great things with this transformation but just look at your legs. These heels are 4" and will push your buttocks out perfectly and high heels make legs like yours bulge in all the right places. I have to admit that if we took you to a bar a man might know that he was being seduced by another man but you look so good he may just let you wrap those gorgeous legs around him just the same. In a month he won't have an idea that you are packing 8 inches in your panties." Catherine came up to me from behind and put her arms around my shoulders as we both looked into the mirror. She kissed me on the neck and reached around under the dress and gave my trussed up cock a couple of incredibly pleasurable strokes.

"I still want to be let go." I replied.

"Well I wish you hadn't turned out to be so damn sexy in this dress then because I'm going to keep your sweet ass as a maid. By the way this job isn't without its benefits. You'll earn $60,000 a year and full benefits and I'll pay for the rest of your college education. How does that sound?" Catherine kept nipping at my ear with her lips.

"I'm still not interested and at some point I'll get away." I kept up my protest but I hesitated. I couldn't believe the money that she was offering me. 

"Well then let's move onto the next step." Catherine's body moved away from me and was replaced by Corinna's.

"Just relax bubble butt. You're already stretched so this won't be so bad." Her movement was as quick as a cat's flexing her thighs and then pushing her hips forward into me Corinna sank almost her whole erection into my ass. She was right. It didn't hurt half as much as the first time she had sodomized me but I let out a bellow just the same.

The muscular blonde had a good hold of me and Catherine had gently pulled the chain to my balls taut so I just stood there and took the length of the meaty tube. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. Her hips had nestled up against my buttocks and I knew that she was all the way inside me. I was groaning as she held me and Catherine squatted down in front of me. She took a hold of my cock just as Corinna began to move. The rocking motion of our bodies moved my erection back and forth and Catherine let it slide in and out of her mouth. 

"Oh you fresh ones are always so nice and tight!" Corinna growled her pace picking up as I felt her body bouncing against my ass cheeks and the familiar sound of our bodies slapping together. 

I felt violated but at the same time Catherine's mouth was a heavenly sensation. I groaned as Corinna worked me from behind with her huge penis. I could feel the deliberate motion sliding against my now completely relaxed sphincter muscle. The shemale had a nice rhythm going now and the assault on my ass no longer hurt. The feeling of her body rubbing up against me and her fingers reaching around gently tweaking my nipples was exciting me as much as Catherine's mouth. I began to move my hips in time with Corinna's. 

The two of them were playing my body like a musical instrument and I was responding with melodic moans and sighs. I felt like I was going to explode but when I looked down at the gorgeous woman sucking my cock I saw the strap pulled tight around my shaft and the top of my scrotum. I was trussed up and wasn't going to be allowed to cum. Catherine gave my erect penis a long lick letting her tongue travel the full length of the hard member and then she stood. She smiled at me and gave me a long kiss allowing her tongue to rub up against mine. 

"Be a good team mate sweetie, bend over and grab your ankles so Corinna can really put the wood to you. It's a wonderful feeling I promise." Catherine cooed as she pulled down on my shoulders.

I didn't fight it. I bent down and grabbed my silk encased ankles. This movement spurred Corinna to put more power in her thrusts. She was grunting while she fucked me now going at me with as much force as she could muster. I panicked a little feeling the strength of the muscular blonde shemale as her huge erection pumped in and out of me at a horrific pace. The well endowed blonde's hands had a hold of my hips as she fucked me and I could hear her grunts competing with my sighs. Suddenly her utterances became guttural and her sweat drenched body draped over my back. Corinna wrapped her arms around me as her cock jerked about inside my rectum spewing hot cum everywhere. I kept my legs spread and took it from the well built shemale until she was done with me. Her lunges turned into gentle pushes into my buttocks as she was planting kisses on my back and neck.

"You did so well for your first time. You're going to make a wonderful sissy." She whispered into my ear as she released her grip on me and allowed her softening penis to slip out of me.

"You must be one sweet fuck my dear. You got Corinna to pop as quickly as I have ever seen." Catherine commented running a hand along my back and buttocks. She gave her shemale assistant a sideways glance to confirm this fact and the well endowed blonde nodded her head.

"She's as good as it gets, just as you predicted." Corinna let out through deep breaths.

"Now I have a video for you to watch and then we have a busy day tomorrow. If you would lie back in this recliner, I assure you that it's very comfortable. This flat screen TV up above will show a little program that our group has put together that will tell you everything you need to know about The Society." Catherine stated as Corinna led me to the chair.

I sat in the chair and the blonde put my wrists in padded handcuffs secured to each arm of the chair. Then she slid the leather sheath off of my erect cock and my scrotum. I wanted to jerk off until I noticed Catherine approach me with an odd looking device. It was a long tube that was attached to an electrical cord and a small control panel. She slid the tube down the length of my penis and then flipped a switch on the panel box. Almost immediately I felt the sheer nylon material clamp down on my erection and I groaned.

"Interesting how this device works, the material wrapped so exquisitely around that gorgeous cock of yours is the same material that the most expensive stockings are made out of. It would be wonderful to just let go into it as I'm sure that it feels so good. Yet the problem is that the silk is part of a device that squeezes down on your penis making it impossible to cum. During the night it will release its grip over and over so that fresh blood will be able to envigorate your vessels and from what I've heard the feeling is incredible. Unfortunately the vice grip like clamp returns before your testicles can spew any of that precious seed of yours. By morning you should be in quite a state." With that the gorgeous blonde made her way out of the room followed by Corinna.

The lights went out for a moment and I was in complete darkness until the tv above my head flashed on. I lay back in the chair and I was comfortably able to watch. The title "The Society: An introduction for sissies" came on the screen and then none other than Jodi Mapleton appeared on the screen. She was wearing a short, tight fitting but elegant dress that clung to her body. 

"Good evening. My name is Jodi Mapleton and I'm a Madam and member of an organization that has been a part of this area for many years. It's called The Society. This Society was created when a few women decided to take control of their lives and more importantly, their husbands. If you're watching this you've either been asked or shall we say influenced to be a member. Whichever it is you will find that membership is never guaranteed". Jodi smiled and then continued as I thought about how the word influenced related to my current situation. "Today the society consists of several layers of members and I'm here to describe these layers to you and better familiarize you with this great and secret organization."

Jodi moved to a desk and leaning up against it pulled her well proportioned ass up and sat on it further exposing her gorgeous legs. "At the top of the pecking order are the Madams. Some of you may think of a Madam in terms of a Mistress or Dominatrix and while this is an important part of a Madam's responsibilities there is so much more involved in running what we call a family. Included in The Society family is what I will call the three S's. There are Studs, Sluts and Sissies and before you laugh these are very appropriate terms." The auburn haired woman chuckled moving her gloss coated lips sensuously, her eyes sparkling. If my hands weren't handcuffed and my cock trussed I would have started masturbating right then and there.

"Studs are men of either African or Latin lineage whose purpose is to serve their Madams sexually. Sluts or Concubines as they are affectionately called are usually young women in waiting to become Madams. These women serve both Madams and Studs. Finally there are the Sissies. These pretty pussies of The Society's world are young submissive white boys in their early twenties who are usually plucked from the world and transformed into the slaves that serve all the other layers of The Society. They act as maids and sexual slaves and they do it dressed as women, and let me emphasize, they are almost exclusively white boys." Jodi shifted her body again. This time sliding off of the desk and moving like a sleek cat along the piece of furniture.

"Now all you sweet looking white boys out there I don't want you to be depressed about being at the bottom of the food chain in The Society. After all we don't eat our young. We take care of those that contribute to The Society. So as long as you behave and fuck like the hot looking whores that we have transformed you into then you will be well paid, well protected and certainly live extremely well. In my years as a Concubine and now a Madam in The Society I have never seen a Sissy desire to leave our family once they have been introduced to our lifestyle so my suggestion to you is to, well, acquiesce." Jodi smiled seductively into the camera, her full red lips stretching wide.

"Now you will be shown your first tutorial video titled "Becoming the Elegant Cocksucker". So just lay back and relax before bedtime and learn some moves because you know deep down inside you want to do it." Jodi kept up her seductive gaze as the screen briefly went blue and then suddenly another video started.

The blonde woman was leaning against the same desk that Jodi had been in the prior video. She looked a couple of inches shorter than the brunette but every bit as beautiful and sexy and maybe a couple of years younger. Her hair was short and she had deep brown eyes and some freckles spread about her high cheek boned face. Her chest wasn't as healthy as Jodi's or Catherine's but her ass looked spectacular in the tight leather skirt she was wearing. She spoke with a lilting English accent.

"Hello my name is Valerie. I'm a Madam in The Society. Like all Madam's I've made my way from a Concubine to where I am today in many ways by learning how to pleasure both men, women, and in many instances different partners at the same time. Now if you're a young lady or a pretty boy watching this presentation you should know that there are certain skills you must master the first of which is sucking a man's penis." The blonde lifted herself off of the desk and moved to one side of the room where there was a long table with a naked black man laying on it. The Madam ran her hand along the black man's muscular leg as she walked up behind the table. As the camera closed in it was obvious that the African had extremely healthy genitals.




The Society



The following story was inspired by a young lady named Jessica. She is young enough to be my granddaughter but she is wise beyond her years. The story distills concepts and ideas first introduced in the "Mrs. Swanson" stories and Boot Camp for Husbands. While neither of these stories are necessary to enjoy this offering they do provide "back story."

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Chapter One: How it all began.

Jessica is a liberated woman; she is by no means shy. In her early years she had no shortage of boy friends but she was motivated to have a career and convinced that marriage and kids would put a damper on that. Until, that is, she met Allen. Allen respected her as a colleague and as they became better acquainted he even asked her permission to ask her out for a date! He was that shy!

From the very beginning Jessica was in control. As big as he was, six foot two and two hundred and ten pounds, he was very unsure of himself around women especially in social situations. Trained as an accountant he was sure of himself in the business world but a real mess when it came to the opposite sex. Jessica found that to be cute.

It was Jessica that initiated their first kiss! Jessica had to bring his hand to her breast when they were necking in his car outside her apartment after a movie on about their tenth date. Allen was so in awe of her that he was afraid to take even the tiniest liberty. One evening, after dinner and a movie, she invited him in for a night cap. She told him to get comfortable while she poured some wine. When she returned to the living room he was seated in a rocker.

She put the tray on her coffee table and took her seat on the couch. She smiled at him and patted the seat next to her, "Over here silly! I'm not going to bite." But that was just what was on her mind. She wanted more, much more from Allen. As he sat down next to her she put her hand on the back of his neck and smiled again, "Don't you like me, Allen?"

"I like you a lot, Jess! Very much," he stammered while his face turned beet red.

"Then kiss me Allen." She drew his lips to hers and not wanting to wait any longer allowed her curious fingers to fall into his lap.

He gasped as she rubbed his throbbing member. "Please don't! Oh! Jess! Please don't do that!"

She silenced him with another kiss and squeezed. "Why not, Allen, I think you're enjoying this; am I mistaken," she teased.

"Oh! God yes, Jess! Just don't, please. God that feels good, Jess, but please... you'll make me...don't...please! Jess, you're not being fair!"

She felt him tense and then shudder and then almost collapse in her arms. 

"Oh, Jess, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't want to."

She knew what she had done but what she didn't expect was the exhilarating sense of power she felt. She could feel his member softening in her hand. A small wet spot was growing on his dark gray trousers. She looked at him. His eyes were closed, he looked ashamed. "Did I do that for you, Allen?" She whispered in his ear and nipped at his ear lobe.

"Yes, Jess, you did; but it's all my fault, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be sorry, Allen," she whispered and then shocked herself saying, "I love you!"

He opened his eyes and looked at her. He believed her and he realized he wanted her even more than before. "I love you too, Jess, I love you so much I can't stand it."

As they kissed again Jessica knew her career days were over. She would be Allen's wife and Allen would be the kind of husband every woman wants and needs and deserves. She was sure of that!

And she was right. It was a Tuesday morning; Allen had already left for work. She was enjoying a cup of coffee as she thought about those early years. It was the first day after their youngest left for college; twenty five years goes by so quickly. She thought about how their life together began. Allen was so shy; so unsure around women. She always took the next step; she always upped the ante and Allen, bless his heart, always let her take the lead.

Before the kids came along she made up games that always led to a very satisfying evening of sex. The first was strip poker; not original but fun! The next was a variation of tiddlywinks where Allen had to land his chip on a target of her choosing. If he did she would remove one piece of clothing; if he didn't then he would take something off. 

The one she liked best was a variation of "Go Fish!" She made a special deck of cards. Men's trousers, shirts, socks. Women's skirts, blouses, panties. Just like in the kids game you "fished for pairs" and if she got a pair of trousers he had to take them off. Of course if he got a pair of blouses she had to take hers off. She cheated and Allen never caught on; or at least he never complained when he lost! Her deck had extra men's items but it was impossible to get a pair of panties or bras! Loser had to do something of the winner's choosing like make a snack or get drinks or maybe a foot massage. The foot massage inevitably led to Allen giving her head; she liked that and she liked that Allen seemed to enjoy it so much.

It was no wonder they had three kids, all daughters, in seven years. After the youngest arrived they didn't exactly loose interest in sex; they just never seemed to have the time anymore for the games that spiced things up. It was restricted to their bedroom. She smiled as she thought about it. Things were going to change again; things were going to be more like the old days! Jessica would see to that!

Chapter Two: A new beginning.

Allen arrived home promptly at 5:40pm; he was nothing if not punctual and predictable. Jessica greeted him cheerfully, "Hi, dear, how was work?" Married life can become so routine, so ordinary.

"Just fine, dear, good really, I landed the Goodman Furniture account today. Did you know they have fifteen stores now?"

"I had no idea!"

"That's right, fifteen stores, two warehouses and over three hundred employees in three states! The payroll alone will boost our revenue by about two percent. That doesn't sound like much but I think I'll need just one new clerk. It just might add ten percent to our bottom line."

"Wow, Allen, that's great! Would you like some wine with dinner to celebrate?"

"I think I would, Jess! I think I deserve it!"

"Yes you do, Allen, yes you do." Jessica thought. "But what about me, Allen; what do I deserve?" Allen was going to find out. "Dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. Why don't you take a shower and put on something comfortable? I don't have anything planned. We can have a nice quiet evening at home." That was a little white lie! Jessica did have something planned. It might be a quiet evening but it was going to be far from boring. She just hoped that Allen was still the shy, helpless guy she fell in love with so many years ago.

Their dinner was pleasant; very casual. She gave him no hint of what was about to happen; the change that would spice up their sex life. After dinner Allen helped clear the table and put the dishes in the dish washer. He was wearing an apron over the pajama set he was wearing.

"Would you like a little more wine?" Jessica asked. "There's just about enough for half a glass each." 

"I think I would, Jess, don't mind if I do!"

"I'll meet you in the living room; why don't you go get comfortable?"

Allen was seated in his favorite chair watching the last of the news. She placed his wine glass on a coaster on the occasional table next to his chair. She put her wine on the coffee table next to her hair brush.

Jessica had spent all day planning this evening with her husband. She put considerable thought into what she chose to wear. Her skirt was a peasant skirt, long and full. Her blouse was simple but unbuttoned just far enough to show her ample cleavage; especially if she sat at Allen's feet. She was wearing a matching bra, panty and garter set that she purchased just for this evening. She raised her skirt just enough for Allen to see her ankles as she kicked off her shoes. Taking the remote from his hand and turning off the TV, she dimmed the lights and started the gas fireplace before she sat on the floor at his feet and placed her head on his thigh and her hand on his knee. "Do you remember what our evenings were like before our daughters came along, Allen?" 

"I think that's why our daughters came along, Jess!" Allen chuckled, amused at his own joke.

"I know Allen, but wasn't it fun just playing with each other; just the two of us with no TV as a distraction?"

"Sure, Jess, but what are you getting at?"

"I don't know. Allen, maybe you could brush my hair like you used to."

"Ok, but what will that do?"

She handed him the brush. "Please, brush my hair and tell me more about the Goodman deal."

She settled down between his legs as she handed him the brush. She listened as he brushed and told him how great it felt. She asked just enough questions to let him know she was listening and interested but mostly she thought about her next move. After about ten minutes she thanked him and put the brush back on the table. Resting her head on one thigh she began scratching the inside of the other.

"What are you doing, Jess?"

Resting her hand directly on his manhood and rubbing in a small circular motion she looked him in the eye. "I'm checking up on my penis." She said softly.

"Your penis?" He replied; feigning shock.

"Do you remember the first time I ever touched you?" Allen squirmed as she continued to gently rub up and down his shaft.

"Oh... yes... how could I ever forget? You made me... well...ah...you know."

"Say it, Allen! Tell me what I made you do."

"Oh, Jess." He sighed. "You made me cum in my pants. You are so sexy! So beautiful! I couldn't help myself." He blushed even now; so many years after that first intimate moment.

"That's right, Allen, and that's when I knew just how much you loved me even though you had never even said you liked me before. That's when you gave them to me, Allen. I'm just checking to see how they're doing. How are they doing, Allen?" She whispered as she teased his cock and balls.

"Them?"

"That's right, Allen, them! My penis, my balls, and all those little guys you make for me every day! 

"Jess, please, if you don't stop all those 'little guys' are going to make a mess again!"

"Would that really be so bad? We do have a washing machine, you know!"

Allen squirmed in his seat. "You do enjoy this; don't you Allen?" She teased.

"What's getting into you, Jess? You haven't been this frisky in years!"

"That's my fault, sweetheart; the girls took up so much of our time. I should have paid more attention to you. Instead it was twirling or scouts or soccer or a dozen other activities. We were always so busy."

"I know, Jess, I enjoyed every game, every show, watching our little girls grow into confident young women. I'm going to miss it. Now that they've all left for school I can't imagine what we'll do with all the spare time." Jessica could hear the yearning in his voice for the part of their life that was gone forever but she had a good idea about how to fill the void.

"Did you ever miss this, Allen? Did you miss getting it on any time, any place in the house?" She squeezed him again.

"Oh, Jess, you know I did." He groaned.

She stood up and raising her skirt just enough to let him see the stockings she was wearing she climbed onto the chair and lowered her panty covered vulva to press against his throbbing manhood covered only by his pajamas. "How does that feel, Allen?" She could tell by the look in his eyes that it brought back fond memories.

They kissed for a minute, two, maybe more as she slowly ground her sex on to his. "Lean back, Allen, I want to take my time and enjoy this ride!" Allen tilted the chair back; Jessica placed her hands on his chest and rubbed his breasts. She remembered how much he liked her to kiss them and nibble on them. "Let me see those little man tits, Allen." She whispered as she unbuttoned his pajama shirt. She leaned in and kissed each in turn. They were hard, like little pebbles. She carefully nipped them; making him gasp. "Do you still like that, Allen?"

"Oh, Jess," he sighed, "You know what I like."

She leaned back and placed his hands on her breasts. "And do you still like these too, Allen? You do remember they're not just for nursing babies, don't you?"

Allen smiled as he slowly massaged her breasts; her long auburn hair fell over her shoulders. Suddenly she sat up and climbing down she pulled Allen to his feet. She pulled his pajama top off his shoulders and his pajama pants off. She raised her skirt and commanded, "Get these panties off me, Allen!"

He knelt at her feet. She could feel his fingers shyly stroking her stocking clad legs. "Kiss me, Allen!"

He looked up at her, confused. She smiled and placed a hand on his head drawing him closer to her sopping wet panties. She could feel his hot breath and then his lips and teeth and tongue savoring the juices that soaked her panties! She glanced at the image reflected by the large flat screen and smiled. Life was getting better, much better.

Her legs began to tremble as he worshiped her sex. "The panties, Allen, remember?"

His fingers found the elastic and he pulled them down. Kneeling naked at her feet he kissed her tummy, her thighs, and her swelling vulva. She stepped out of her panties and pulled Allen to the floor on the rug in front of the fireplace. Placing one hand on his still throbbing sex she whispered, "What's wrong, Allen? Aren't I sexy enough anymore?" She teased him coyly. "I used to be able to make you cum in a minute or two."

Allen blushed, remembering their first time. "Sorry to disappoint you, lover."

"Disappoint me? I don't think so, Allen. You've never disappointed me." She stood up and straddled his legs. She adjusted her skirt and settled down guiding him into her sopping wet sex. She moved slowly at first, up and down, back and forth, rubbing her clit against his pubic mound. His hips twitched, trying to thrust into her. Without warning he trapped her arm next to his and rolled her on to her back. He began thrusting; hard and long strokes, like a man who needs to satisfy his most basic natural urge.

Jessica wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. "Fuck me, Allen!" She urged heatedly. "Fuck me hard, lover, give it to me! Fuck me, harder, deeper! Oh! Yes! Yes! That's it!" She was having the best sex in forever. She regretted all the lost time; she wanted him. "Slower, lover! Slower, longer, deeper! Yes!" She urged him on with her heels. With her arms wrapped tightly around his neck she hissed in his ear, "Fuck me, Allen!" She met each thrust eagerly, passionately! He knew she wanted him; she bit his neck. "Ah, yes... yes! That feels so good, lover... fuck me, Allen, give it to me!" Together they arrived at the summit.

He made one last strong deep thrust and shuddered as he collapsed on top of her. She stroked his hair and whispered, "I love you Allen. I love you Allen; over and over! 

He rose up and looked at her; her eyes sparkled in the glow of the fireplace. "I love you to, Jessica."

"I know lover," She whispered as she stroked his hair, "I know!"

"May I clean you up now? Allen asked shyly as if this was their first time.

Jessica smiled, "of course you may lover." Even after all these years he asked for her approval. She loved it when he ate her pussy after sex. And she knew he really loved it too because sometimes they would get so excited they would have sex twice!

She absentmindedly played with the hair on his head as he licked her thighs, her taint, her pussy, the thick hair that defined her "bush." He insisted she remain "natural." After a few minutes she patted his head and said, "There's some brandy on the counter, Allen, why don't you get us a couple of snifters?"

Jessica watched as Allen reluctantly left her love nest and went to the kitchen. Even at his age he's still got a cute butt, she mused.

When Allen returned with the brandy Jessica handed him the hair brush. "You've made a mess of my hair, Allen; won't you brush it out again, please?"

Truth be told; Allen loved brushing Jessica's hair. It was so silky, so soft. It was one of the easiest things she asked him to do and they both enjoyed it. He even learned how to do a few simple braids. With three daughters it was almost necessary if they were going to ever get ready for all their activities. Allen started to laugh; just a quiet chuckle really.

"What's so funny, Allen?"

"Remember when Laura was about five or six and Susie was maybe nine and learning how to braid hair?"

"Of course!"

"Well, I was just thinking about all those times we would line up here in the living room and I would do your hair while you did Carrie's and she did Susie's and she did Laura's. It was like I was just one of the girls!"

"You weren't one of the girls, Allen, you were the daddy."

"I know, Jess, but you know; now that I think about it, some of the best father/daughter talks I had were when it was just me and one of the girls."

"Do tell."

"I don't know Jess, just little girl dreams, little girl plans, nothing dark and deep but at the time it was special to them." 

"Well you certainly know how to treat a girl's hair, Allen; I just love it when you brush my hair!"

He smiled; proud of himself, proud he could do something for her. "Thank you, sweetheart, I'm glad to be of service." He was glad too, truly glad that she let him brush her hair, braid her hair, massage her feet, or any little thing that he could do to be close to her.

Chapter Three: Jessica tells Allen about the call that will change their life.

"Did I tell you that Helen called?"

"Helen McCarthy; the Helen from Littlefield and Stuart? You two were junior sales reps and I was just getting started in the accounting department.

"The very same!"

"What did she want?"

"Well, she is director of marketing for Bentley and Cruz, you know, the company that bought out Littlefield after we left."

"So?"

"She wants me to come back to work. She says that she needs someone like me to teach the kids coming out of school these days how to work."

"You don't need to go back, Jess." She could hear the concern in his voice. "We don't need the money."

"I know that, darling, it's not for the money. I want to see if I can still make a difference in the business world."

"You've made up your mind already haven't you?"

Jessica could hear the disappointment in his voice. "If you tell me not to do it, Allen, I'll tell Helen I can't."

"I just thought that with the girls gone we'd have more time together."

"We will, dear! Besides you're still working. You're gone all day and there really isn't much for me to do."

"There's still the house and shopping and laundry."

Jessica explained, "That's not very challenging or exciting or satisfying. If you help a little bit around here nothing will really change." That was a little lie! She knew what was going to change. She just didn't want to dump it all on Allen in one fell swoop. It's like cooking a frog," she thought. "You can't just toss him into a hot pan; he'll jump out! But if he's in a cold pan and you gradually turn up the heat he'll never know what hit him until it's too late! Allen is my frog and the heat is starting to rise! It was time to tempt him, to seal the deal! Maybe next year we can take two cruises; the one to the Caribbean for me in the winter and one to Alaska in the summer for you!"

He was tempted. He always wanted to go to Alaska; he just wasn't quite convinced. "I don't know, Jess."

She knew she was winning. "Let's give it a try, ok? If it doesn't work out we can go back to our old routine." She stood up not waiting for an answer and kissed him on the forehead. "Let's go to bed!"

Allen reached for his pajamas. She kicked them away. "You don't need those any more. The girls are gone and I like you just the way you are! Besides, I just read an article that said it is healthier for a man to sleep naked! Know why?"




The Society



"I don't know, Jess, why?"

"Because it allows a man's penis and testicles to air dry! A damp crotch is an unhealthy crotch!" She put one hand around his neck and pulled his lips to hers as she gently held his balls in her free hand. "I want the family jewels to stay nice and healthy, don't you too?

She had him by the balls both literally and figuratively. They both knew it but Allen didn't mind!

Jessica took a half step back and looked up at Allen. "You're still the gorgeous hunk I married."

Allen blushed.

"And your butt is still so cute!" She giggled as she playfully slapped it. 

What could he say? Allen wasn't used to compliments about his body.

"Come on lover lets go to bed; we've got a busy day tomorrow!"

"But Jessica it's still early." Allen objected.

"Yes it is, but tomorrow is Saturday and we've got some chores to do. I'm meeting Helen at 9:00am Monday and I don't want to leave the house a mess! With your help we can have the laundry done too. If we work together we can be done by noon and have the rest of the day to ourselves."

"Yes, dear." Allen knew that Jessica's mind was made up.

She took him by the hand and they walked together to their bedroom. Allen stopped in the hall. "I've got to make a pit stop."

"Ok, lover, I'll turn down the bed. Just don't be too long."

"Yes, dear." When Allen entered the bedroom Jessica was already in bed. She was wearing a low cut but long satin night gown. "Aren't you going to sleep nude too?" He asked.

"No, Allen, I'm not."

"Why?"

"Because a lady should always be a bit mysterious for her man!"

"I've seen every inch of your body hundreds of times, Jessica."

"But don't you like unwrapping me? Don't you like unhooking my bra? Don't you like the feel of my stockings on your legs and hips when we make love?

"Of course, dear, I like all that."

"Then that's why I'm going to wear sexy lingerie for you! Come on now; get in bed so we can cuddle." Allen climbed into bed and Jessica put her head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. "Sweet dreams, lover, sweet dreams."

Chapter Four: Jessica springs her trap.

Sometime during the night Allen awoke to the sound of Jessica shrieking! "Allen, you bad boy; you did it again, you left the seat up! How many times do I have to tell you? You've been living with four women for eighteen years and you still can't remember to put the seat down. I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"I'm sorry, Jessica, I'll try to do better." Allen knew it was rude and he didn't do it on purpose he was just preoccupied sometimes.

"Sorry isn't enough, Allen! The girls are gone now; it's just you and me. I'm going to do what your mother should have done long before we were married." Jessica didn't think it was wise to let Allen's daughters see her disciplining their father. "I'm going to spank your butt every time you leave the seat up; do you understand me, Allen?"

"Yes, dear, I understand." He was ashamed of his carelessness. 

"I'm not sure you do, Allen. I'm going to take you over my knee and spank your butt like bad little boys should be spanked!"

"Yes, dear, I'll do better. I promise or you can spank my butt!"

Jessica smiled and gently took his head in her hands and kissed him. "I love you, Allen! It's just that sometimes you drive me crazy. Back to bed now; we've got a busy day tomorrow!" 

Allen reached over and took Jessica's hand under the covers. "I really am sorry, Jessica, I promise to do better."

"Let's get some sleep, Allen." She knew he would fail and she would have to spank his butt. She knew he would fail because she would see to it he did. He didn't forget this time but he didn't know that. She would wait for the right time.

The next morning Jessica got up first and dressed in a simple skirt and blouse. She wore a matching lace bra and panty set and comfortable shoes. She gathered her hair into a ponytail and marched into the bedroom. She threw off the covers exposing his naked body. "Time to get up, big boy! And what is this?" She asked, petting his morning erection. "Have you been dreaming about me?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Allen!" She scolded as she stroked him. "I'll find a good use for this later; time to get up and get our housework done."

"Yes, dear." Allen replied as he stumbled out of bed. "I'm coming."

"Not just now, Allen, you'll make a mess!" She giggled at her poor attempt at a joke but Allen blushed. He wasn't used to her being so brazen.

That was how it began. In a single twelve hour span Jessica had changed their relationship. Most of the time they spent together at home now Allen spent naked! He took over cleaning up after dinner wearing an apron but usually he was just nude when he wasn't doing chores. He vacuumed and dusted on Mondays and Thursdays. He cleaned the bathroom on Saturdays while Jessica did laundry. As each load finished he would help fold and put away things. 

Jessica was a happy woman. They watched less and less TV as Allen began to give her foot massages while they enjoyed an after dinner glass of wine and talked, really talked, about the day's events. Allen continued brushing Jessica's hair and braiding it in the morning when she wanted. She told the women at the office that Allen had done it when they complimented her one day. She didn't mention that he was naked when he did it. She didn't think that they needed to know how they spent their time in the privacy of their own home.

Needless to say, Helen and the rest of the girls on staff were jealous! Jessica accepted their compliments graciously and even shared about how Allen helped out around the house but she kept their secret about his being naked most of the time. And she definitely kept their secret about the spankings he got when he failed to meet her expectations!

Chapter Five: An unexpected visitor.

One particular Saturday morning Allen had left the seat up again. She took him over her knee and administered five good swats and told him to go to the kitchen and stand in the corner and think about what he had done! It wasn't five minutes before the door bell rang.

Thinking it was another cable or security or landscaping solicitation she went to the door to shoo them away. Instead it was her boss Helen!

"Good morning, Jess, I hope I'm not intruding but I'm putting the finishing touches on our fall marketing plan and I need your help!" She announced as she brushed past a momentarily speechless Jessica.

"Helen! You should have called; we're a little busy now."

Their house had a semi-open floor plan and Helen saw Allen standing in the corner. She could clearly see his bare butt and noticed that he was wearing an apron. Helen turned, raised her eyebrows and said almost in a whisper, "I see!"

Jessica took her by the arm and ushered her to the couch away from the spectacle of Allen standing nearly naked in the corner of the kitchen.

Jessica started to explain and Helen listened intently. In the end she took Jessica's hand and said, "You little vixen, you! I never suspected that you and Allen were into CFNM!"

"CFNM?" Jessica asked, "What's that!"

"Don't be coy, Jess, you know exactly what that means!"

"I'm sure I don't, Helen. What are you talking about?"

"Are you serious Jess? Allen spends time naked while you remain dressed and you've never even heard of CFNM?"

I assure you Helen I don't know what you are talking about." There was a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"Ok, I'll tell you all about it; but first have Allen bring us some coffee."

Jessica gasped! An actual audible gasp! She was shocked that Helen would suggest such a thing. "Allen would never do something like that!"

"How do you know? Have you ever asked him?"

"No, of course not, why would I!"

"Well, you'll never know unless you try! I bet he will do it. Just tell him there is a special reward in it for him."

"But he'll be embarrassed for you to see him naked."

"Tell him not to be silly, tell him he's completely covered by his apron."

"He won't do it."

"I bet he will, but if he doesn't I'll buy you lunch for the rest of the month!"

Jessica thought about it and got up to go to the kitchen. She turned and looked at Helen. "Lunch for the next two weeks, right?"

"That's the deal."

"And if he does it what do I owe you?"

"Nothing, Allen will pay that debt, I assure you!"

Allen was standing in the corner fully aware that Helen was in the living room and that she had surely seen him standing in the corner. 

"Allen, honey, Helen dropped by to go over next quarters marketing plan. Would you be a dear and bring us some coffee?"

Allen was horrified and strangely excited at the same time. "Jessica, I can't go out there naked! What would she think of me?"

"Allen, sweetheart, you're not naked you're wearing an apron! I'm sure Helen has seen plenty of bare arms and legs."

"I just can't do that, Jessica!" Allen resisted.

Jessica knew how to push Allen's buttons; she cupped his balls and squeezed. "I'll give you an extra special blow job if you do!" She whispered in his ear as she massaged his penis and balls. It had been at least two months since his last blow job so she knew he would be tempted. "And if you don't you won't be able to eat my pussy for the rest of the month! It's your choice!"

She turned to go back to the living room; looking over her shoulder she said, "Don't forget the cream and sugar."

Allen blushed as he reluctantly prepared a tray with two cups of coffee, cream and sugar and napkins. He loved Jessica with all his heart and wouldn't dream of disappointing her but he feared what Helen might think of him. He thought, "What if Helen is offended, what if she tells the whole world about their innocently perverted lifestyle?" Helen didn't even look up as he entered the room but as he placed the tray on the coffee table she looked up at him and said cheerfully, "Good morning, Allen, so nice to see you this morning!" Her amusement at his predicament was painfully obvious.

She acted as though seeing a man dressed in nothing but an apron was completely normal. Little did Allen know that for her it was completely normal! "Oh, Allen, you only brought two cups. Why don't you get one for yourself and join us?" Helen smiled as she looked up at his worried face. "I'd love to hear your thoughts on this plan too."

"Yes honey, do get a cup for yourself and join us." Jessica's tone was stern; she had no idea what Helen was up to but she gave him no choice. 

He tried to back out gracefully. "Oh, I don't think so; I still have a few things to do."

"Nonsense, Allen, get a cup of coffee for yourself right now and join us. Helen really wants to hear what a man thinks about this!"

Allen knew he would never win this argument; when Jessica made up her mind she became an irresistible force! As he left the living room he heard Helen giggle and saying loud enough for him to hear, "He has such a cute butt!"

"It is cute, isn't it?" Jessica giggled as she agreed, proud of Allen's physique.

Allen blushed, embarrassed but excited, confused about his feelings!

When Allen returned to the living room he tried to sit on the far side of the room but Jessica insisted that he sit next to her facing Helen. He suddenly knew why women sit with their ankles crossed and to one side with their skirt pulled tightly over their knees! As he sat down he adjusted the apron over his lap in a futile attempt to preserve what little dignity he had left. 

Helen and Jessica continued their discussion; occasionally asking Allen his opinion. Allen just tried to be polite; he could hardly concentrate on what they were discussing. Eventually Helen started an entirely different conversation about a topic she really hadn't planned on discussing when she decided to seek out Jessica's opinion.

"You know, Allen, it is so refreshing to meet a man who is so comfortable with his masculinity that he can give his wife complete control over his body."

"What?" Allen was caught off guard.

"Don't be shy, Allen, it's obvious that you spend quite a bit of your time naked for your wife!"

Allen blushed and looked at Jessica. "What have you told Helen?"

"Allen, honey, please believe me, I've never discussed this with anyone. Helen just found out accidentally this morning when she came in uninvited."

"And I'm so glad I did, Allen, would it surprise you to know that Ben and I have a very similar relationship?"

Allen looked dumbfounded. Jessica raised her eyebrows and asked quizzically, "Really?"

"Yes, Jessica, it's true!" Helen went on cheerfully, "And there is a small but growing number of women like us who have husbands who enjoy being naked in the presence of clothed women. You can check it out online; just search "CFNM" it stands for Clothed Female Naked Male. Some of what you will find is juvenile and outrageous. Young single women behaving inappropriately with strippers and videos that purport to show men being examined by female doctors and nurses or worse but my relationship with Ben is completely different."

"I never imagined," Jessica was truly surprised; she thought she was the only one who harbored thoughts and desires like hers.

"We have a little group right here in town," Helen continued, "the men are all normal, successful men from all walks of life and the women range from stay at home wives to professionals like me; you'll be surprised when you meet them."

Allen looked concerned; his brow furrowed and jaw clenched "You don't have to be afraid, Allen. All of us are very discrete. You must be sponsored to get into the group and if you should decide to join us you must promise never to talk about our activities."

Allen objected, "But you're telling us; doesn't that break your promise?"

"Not at all, Allen; so far what you know is that Ben and I practice CFNM at home and there is a group. That's all you know but if you want to know more you and Jessica will have to meet with me and Ben to discuss the rules and what you can expect; would you and Jessica like to know more?"

Allen looked at Jessica, unsure how to answer. She smiled and nodded her approval. "I think we would, Helen."

Helen looked at Jessica. "If this is something you want to investigate, Jessica, tell Allen to stand up and take off his apron."

"Oh, Allen, sweetie; this sounds like it might be fun, we should at least meet with Helen and Ben, don't you think? You don't have to say a word; if you are curious like I am why don't you just stand up and hand me your apron?"

Allen's face was a bright crimson. "Sitting there in just an apron was humiliating but exciting! How can I just stand up and expose myself to Helen?" He thought. "What if he was naked with another man or worse men? What would Jessica think about seeing other men naked? What would he think? How would he react? Would it excite him in an embarrassing way?" So many thoughts raced through his mind and at the same time he could feel his own heart beat. He was distracted by the thought of meeting with another couple, another man who might share his fascination with being naked with his fully clothed wife. "Would it really be so bad? If they both felt the same way would it be so shameful?"

"Allen!" Jessica tried to get his attention. "Are you listening? I asked you a question, Allen!"

Helen interrupted. "I think Allen is worried that things might go too far, Jessica. Is that it, Allen?"

Allen was too embarrassed to speak; he nodded his head in agreement.

"There is nothing to worry about, Allen! We are not swingers. We don't swap partners. There is nothing overtly sexual about what we do. You should think of us as a nudist club! A nudist club where men are free to be nude and the women are free to remain clothed."

"Sweetheart, let's meet with Helen and Ben. After that you can decide. I won't push you, I promise." Jessica was pushing Allen though; she was intrigued by the thought of meeting with other women who shared her feelings about maintaining a happy home life.

Allen still could not speak. He wanted to say yes but he didn't think he wanted to do this with other men involved. It was way more than enough to be sitting with Helen covered only by his apron; Allen could hear his heart pounding in his ears and he wondered about his blood pressure, was his heart even healthy enough to do this?

"Allen, tell me the truth, you don't have to hide anything from me. You are worried that you might be so excited when you visit with Ben and me that you would get an erection. Isn't that it?" Helen was nothing if not direct.

Allen blushed an even deeper shade of crimson.

"I'm not going to lie Allen; that can happen." Helen admitted. "But it is entirely natural. Your penis is just another muscle, Allen, like your biceps or your abs! There isn't going to be any sexual activity at our meetings. What you and Jessica do after the meetings is going to be up to the two of you! I'm sure you'll think of something; Ben and I always do!"

"It can't hurt to learn a little more, Allen, stand up right now and take off your apron! Jessica smiled and said sweetly.

The two women smiled at Allen but didn't say another word. They had made their closing arguments and knew that if they spoke again before Allen obeyed Jessica that the deal would fall through. Allen looked at Jessica and saw her smiling, determined face. He knew he would lose in the end and as terrifying as it seemed to him he also knew he wanted to do it! Silently he stood up and removed his apron. He handed it to Jessica.

For the first time in his memory he was completely naked in the presence of a woman other than his wife or mother. Jessica smiled as she took his apron from him folded it neatly and put it in her lap.

"That wasn't so bad was it, Allen," Helen asked rhetorically as she handed Allen her cup and simply stated. "We could use some fresh coffee."

Allen retreated to the kitchen as the two women continued their conversation.

"I never dreamt that there were more women like me!" Jessica said, "Or that Allen would go along with something like this!"

"This isn't for everyone, Jessica. But there are enough of us that enjoy the female led lifestyle that it makes for a nice group. We share ideas about improving married life. You have Allen helping in the kitchen; do you have him doing other things too?"

"He helps with laundry, cleans the bathroom, dusts and vacuums."

"You're a natural, Jessica! You will be a great addition to our group, I just know it!"

"I just hope Allen doesn't back out!"

"He won't Jessica! When he gave you that apron he demonstrated that you have complete control. You just have to be very careful how you use your power. He wants to please you but if you aren't careful you could spoil everything. Besides house work does he do other things for you?"

"Well, you already know he brushes my hair and braids it."

"I'm so jealous! You always look great!"

"Thank-you."

Allen returned to the living room with hot coffee. "Jessica's hair looks fantastic, Allen! I didn't know you could braid hair!" A little white lie but harmless and a little praise goes a long way. 

Allen blushed but accepted the compliment. "Thank-you, Helen. I always thought of braiding as something women do but we had three daughters and it kind of became our special time together."

"Oh, that's so sweet, Allen! I'll bet they enjoyed their time with you."

"They always seemed to and I miss doing it for them now that they are all away at school."

"They miss it too, Allen." Jessica interjected, "They always ask you to do their hair when they're home on break."

"You're going to have to teach Ben! Either that or you'll have to come over and do my hair once in a while!"

"I don't know about that, Helen!" Jessica laughed.

"Not to worry, Jessica, Ben will be there to chaperone."




The Society



Jessica could see the twinkle in Helens eye at the prospect of having two naked men serving her. "I guess it would be all right then." 

"Well, Jessica, I hate to break up our meeting but I really must go. You must bring Allen over this afternoon at two. Ben and I can explain how our group works. You'd like that wouldn't you, Allen."

"Yes, ma'am." Allen agreed.

"And so polite too!" Helen exclaimed as she gave Jessica a quick kiss on the cheek, "You've done such a nice job with Allen!" She whispered, "I just wish I'd have known sooner. We could have had so much more fun!"

Helen turned to Allen, "And it was nice to see you too, Allen! All of you! You are a handsome man and it is always so refreshing to meet a gentleman who loves his wife so much that he gives himself completely to her." She kissed his cheek, turned and left.

"See you at two, Helen!"

"We'll be expecting you!"

Chapter Six: Jessica makes good on her promise.

Jessica waved from the door before closing it as Helen pulled out of the drive. She threw her arms around Allen and kissed him passionately. "Thank-you honey! Wasn't that fun?" That was so hot; my panties are soaked!"

Allen placed his hands on her hips and drew her close pressing her swollen vulva against his swollen penis. They stood there grinding against each other. A naked man with his clothed wife embracing in the heat of the moment; his hands caressing her buttocks, her hands on his neck drawing him closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel her hard nipples even through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Allen could have endured this unexpected embrace for a while longer but Jessica had other ideas!

She stepped back and gently wrapped her fingers around his penis; her penis! "Come with me lover-boy, it's time for your reward." She led him through the living room down the hall to their guest room. She ordered him on to the bed. "Lie there and don't touch yourself; I'll be right back!"

When she returned she had four scarves; she tied one around an ankle and then to the bedpost. "What are you doing?" Allen asked knowing exactly what she was doing but bewildered by why.

"I promised you a very special blow job, lover boy, and it's time to deliver!" She tied the second to his other ankle and the opposite bed post spreading his legs and exposing not just his penis but his balls too.

"This isn't necessary; I'm not going anywhere." Allen objected.

"It is, Allen, you'll see! Now sit up!" She arranged the pillows behind his head and told him to lean back. "Comfy?" She asked not needing or expecting an answer.

She tied the last two scarves to the headboard and placed the ends in each of his hands. "Don't let go! If you let go your blow job is over; understand?"

"Yes, ma'am, I understand." Allen was tied but not tied. Restrained but free at the same time. He could only imagine what Jessica was up to and the possibilities were visibly exciting him!

Jessica left the room and when she returned she was wearing her red lace teddy with matching panties and stockings and carrying a wooden spoon. Allen's eyes widened. "What are you going to do?"

"You'll see soon enough! Now don't speak unless spoken to!"

Jessica walked to the foot of the bed; watching Allen's eyes as they followed her every move. She stopped at one foot and tightened the scarf. Then she tightened the other. "This isn't hurting you is it?" She enquired in the sultriest voice she could muster.

Allen hesitated and she slapped the sole of one foot with the spoon. "Answer me when I ask a question. Is it too tight?" She slipped from sultry to stern seamlessly.

"No ma'am!" Allen answered quickly.

"That's better, I don't want you to cramp up and let loose of your bindings!" She brushed the inside of his calf with the spoon. "Does this feel good?" She loved to tease him.

"Yes ma'am it feels very good." Allen didn't want another slap with the spoon.

"And this?" She raked the nails of both hands down his calves.

"It feels very, very good!"

Jessica moved up to his thighs; she grasped one just below his balls and squeezed firmly. Allen sighed. "It sounds like you approve."

Allen hesitated unsure if that was a question or a statement of fact. She slapped the inside of his thigh with the spoon! "Ouch! Please, Jessica, that hurts!"

She massaged the spot where she had slapped him and kissed it. "You must to be quicker with your answers, lover boy!"

Jessica passed over the entire trunk of Allen's body and kissed him full on the lips. She raked her nails down his bicep and looked him in the eye. "Do you trust me Allen?"

"With my life, Jessica! You know I do!"

She kissed his neck as she fondled his breast; touching two very sensitive areas at the same time.

"You're not playing fair!" He struggled to keep his grip on the scarves unable to defend himself."

"I never said I would be fair! I just said I would give you an extra special blow job. Do you want me to continue? If you don't just let loose of the scarves."

"Please, Jess, you're driving me crazy!"

"That's the whole idea, Allen! I want you to explode when I finally let you cum!" She cupped his balls and squeezed. "Are you ready to cum, lover boy?"

"Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Make me cum, Jess, I'm begging you, please make me cum; quit torturing me!"

"This isn't torture, big boy! You want torture, I'll show you torture!" She raised herself up and straddled his hips pressing her pussy against his swollen cock. "How does this feel?"

"You're not being fair; you promised a blow job!"

"All in good time sweetheart, all in good time!" Jessica wanted to prolong Allen's agony fort as long as necessary. "Do you still like my tits, Allen?"

"You know I do!"

"Then kiss them, lover!" She lowered her breasts to within inches of his face. If he strained he could just barely kiss her. He could feel her hard nipples under the fabric of her bra. He tried desperately to suck them but they were just out of his reach. 

"What about my pussy?"

"I adore your pussy, you know I do!" She turned around and straddled his chest. "Kiss my pussy, Allen!"

He strained to kiss her love nest. He kissed her butt cheeks; he licked her sopping wet panty clad vulva with the tip of his tongue while she slowly scratched his thighs and around his balls. "Oh, sweetheart, your balls are so tight! Are you ready to cum already?" She pulled on his scrotum and then pushed his balls avoiding his shaft; slowly massaging the base of his penis as she lowered her pussy to within reach of his lips.

His muffled answer could not be understood but she knew he would cum before she wanted him to if she wasn't very careful. Jessica switched to massaging his balls in a slow circular motion. "We'll just have to loosen these bad boys up; won't we?" she asked knowing he really couldn't answer and if he did he would be begging for relief. She lowered her panty clad pussy even closer to meet his hungry mouth and scratched his abs lightly. She leaned forward denying him access to her pussy again and raked his thighs with her nails. She pulled his balls, rubbed them round and round and then leaned back once more to envelope his face with her swollen pussy as she scratched his belly. His poor cock was turning dark purple and she hadn't even started to play with it yet!

Jessica changed positions again. She denied him her pussy; moving to his side. Using just one finger she stroked his cock from his balls to the very tip. "Allen honey, are you ok?" She really didn't need or expect an answer. "Your cock is getting so hard and purple!"

Allen groaned and tried to thrust his hips against her hand. "Jessica, please, quit teasing, it's starting to hurt."

"Do you want me to stop, lover?"

"No, please, don't stop! Make me cum; you promised!" Allen was begging for relief.

"I didn't say that, Allen!" She softly stroked his tender cock. "What I said was I was going to give you the best blow job ever. So far I haven't even started your blow job. Should I quit?"

"God no, Jess, please don't stop!" Allen gasped.

"Then stop complaining and take your pleasure like a man," She admonished him leaning down to kiss the underside of his swollen cock.

"Oh, Jess, that feels so good!" He tried to thrust against her lips. He strained to see what she was doing. She continued to rub his balls as she look up and saw his contorted face still wet from her pussy juices.

"My guess is you like this!" She knew he did but she just wanted to hear him to say it. 

Allen strained against his constraints; his biceps contracting as his abs tensed and he tried desperately gain relief. Jessica resumed kissing his balls; sucking on each in turn as they popped in and out of her mouth. Allen groaned over and over; begging Jessica to quit teasing him. She kissed and sucked while teasing his tits; alternately rubbing and pinching. She could feel his desire as he tensed his abs and tried to meet her lips with his thrusting hips. "Please, Jess, my cock is so hard it hurts!"

"Your cock, Allen? Don't you mean my cock?" She licked from his balls to the very tip. "Don't you remember, Allen, you promised me that your lovely cock was mine forever and only mine?" He shuddered as she licked again this time ending with the tip of her cock between her teeth. She licked her slit. Not enough to make him cum but enough to make him lift his hips completely off the bed; her hot breath added another dimension of sweet torture.

"Mercy, Jess, please have mercy!"

"Is it so bad, Allen? Do you really want me to stop?

"Yes please stop, I mean no! Please, Jess!" She continued licking her husbands cock, her cock! Sometimes pausing to suck one of his balls; sometimes nibbling on the tip of it. Never hard enough to make him cum; she took the tip of her swollen cock into her mouth and let her tongue dance around its slit. She could feel the sweet slipperiness of the pre-cum leaking onto her tongue. 

"Allen, darling, you taste divine!" Her hot breath washed over the head of her cock.

He groaned again. Wishing for relief but at the same time wishing it would never stop. "What's got into you, Jess? You've never made me wait this long before! 

"Is it so bad really? Don't you want me to enjoy playing with my cock?"

"Of course, Jess, but it really is starting to hurt!"

"It's only been an hour, Allen; we don't have to get ready to see Helen and Ben for at least another hour. By then I'm sure you'll have a nice big load to give me."

Allen tensed up again. "About meeting with Helen and Ben," Allen struggled to find the right words, "I don't think that is such a good idea." Jessica sat up and looked at her husband.

"But you gave me your apron, Allen." She admonished him, "Wasn't that like promising that we could at least hear what Helen and Ben have to say?"

Allen squirmed as she continued to tease him. "I suppose, but I guess I just didn't want to embarrass you in front of Helen."

Jessica held his balls and gently squeezed. She knew he would give in eventually "Not going is going to embarrass me, Allen!" She said sternly. 

"But I never thought we would do anything outside our home. I was excited when you made me serve you and Helen but we were in the safety of our own home."

"I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do, Allen. You know that! You enjoy being naked in mind and body. You enjoy giving me complete control and you even like it that Helen knows you are such a sweet, caring husband!

"But I just don't know about doing this with other men."

"You're just being silly, Allen." She leaned down and briefly sucked the tip of her cock again. "Besides, you let me show you off. Don't you think it's only fair that Helen be given the same consideration?"

"Well..."

"Of course you do, now promise me that when we go to Helen's you'll hear her out and that you'll at least check out the gym with me. It's high time that you started an exercise program anyway!" She leaned in and began sucking her cock; long slow sucks. She loved the feel of her cock on her lips, her tongue and in the back of her throat.

She switched positions again and straddled his hips, pressing her panty clad vulva against his cock. He strained to rub his cock against her. "What's the problem, sweetheart? Can't you wait just a little longer?" Her nails scratched his biceps, his ticklish arm pits, his ribs and his hard little man tits. He squirmed seeking relief and groaned in anticipation. She rose up again and squeezed his balls. "Promise?"

He groaned again knowing he would give in soon. Jessica could always out last him. Reluctantly he agreed, "I promise."

One last time she sucked on her cock; this time letting Allen go over the edge! He threw his head back and hissed, "Yes, yes, yes... Oh, Jessica, my love... That feels so good..."

As she felt the impending explosion she raised up and watched as the cum spurted first between his breasts and then on to his stomach! She squeezed her cock and tugged like it was a large teat; milking the last droplets onto his stomach. She giggled and smiled as she teased, "Look what a mess you've made, Allen!"

"You made me do it, Jessica, I love you so much!"

She cradled his head between her breasts and stroked his hair, "I know you do, baby, I know you do and I love you too!"

They snuggled together enjoying the warm after glow of their mid morning romp; Allen enjoying the relaxed state of mind a man feels when his lover gives him such complete physical release and Jessica finding satisfaction in the knowledge that Allen was becoming completely hers in mind and body!

Chapter Seven: Getting ready to go to Helen's.

They were dozing off together each enjoying the quiet time after sex when Jessica startled Allen, "Look at the time, dear, we have to hurry! Helen is expecting us at two!"

"Do we have to, Jess?" Allen continued his half hearted objections. "Do you really think this is a good idea?"

"No more second guessing, scaredycat! Now get is the shower right this minute! Your chest is a soggy mess and your hair needs a good shampoo. We're going and that's final!" She slapped his butt for emphasis.

When Allen had been in the shower for a minute or two Jessica entered the bath room and drew back the shower curtain. "Let's see how you're doing."

Allen was already lathered from head to toe but Jessica picked up the soap anyway and began lathering his crotch. "Spread'em Allen, I want to make sure you are squeaky clean!"

"Careful, Jess, you'll make me hard again!"

"So what if I do, Allen, this is my cock; don't you remember? I can make it hard any time I want."

"Yes dear, I did say it was yours."

"Down on your knees, Allen,"

"What?"

"You heard me, I want to shampoo your hair; you know the hair on your head."

Allen knelt on the mat in the shower and Jessica worked the shampoo into his scalp. "I like this, Allen!"

"You like shampooing my hair?"

"No, I like you on your knees like this. It puts you at just the right height to kiss my pussy!"

"Can't I just do that in bed or in a chair?"

"Of course you could, silly, but what if I was doing something and wanted you to kiss my pussy? Wouldn't you like to get on your knees and kiss my pussy?"

"Jessica, dear, I'd stand on my head to kiss your pussy if that would make you happy!"

"That's an interesting thought, Allen; I wonder how that might work? Stand up, dear and rinse yourself off. When you're nice and dry come into the bedroom and lie on the bed."

He did as he was told without questions. Jessica would let him know what she wanted. He didn't need any explanations.

Once in the bedroom and on his back on the bed she told him to spread his knees and pull them up to his chest. She took a small towel and went through the motions of patting his crotch dry before shaking some powder on his balls.

"What is that for?" Allen exclaimed.

"It's to help keep your crotch dry and prevent chafing." She explained.

"But that's baby powder!"

"So it is! Would you rather I use mine? It smells like lavender."

"No, I suppose not."

She patted his butt. "Get your self dressed; it's almost time to go!"

"Yes, dear." Allen knew Jessica's mind was made up and there was no use arguing but he still was not sure he wanted to get involved with a club for clothed women and naked men.

Chapter Eight: The drive to Helen's.

On the drive to Helen's he tried one last time. "Do we have to do this, Jess; I don't like the thought of being naked with a bunch of naked men."

Jessica drove the car to the side of the road, shut the engine off and put on the flashers. She scowled at Allen and asked, "Do you love me, Allen?"

"Of course I do, Jess; you know that!"

"Do you like it when I let you parade around the house naked?"

Allen wasn't sure if she let him or made him. "Yes, dear."

"And do you like to help me with chores when you're naked and I'm not?"

"Yes, dear."

"And do you like getting under my skirt and eating my pussy when you're naked?"

"Yes, dear."

"And when Helen came over unannounced and saw you standing in the corner after I spanked you and you were wearing just your apron; did you like that too?"

"It was embarrassing."

"But did you like it, Allen? Tell me the truth or I'll make you take your pants off right here so I can see for myself what's exciting to you!"

"It was very exciting."

"But did you like it?" She asked again emphasizing "like."

"Yes, dear."

"And did you like it when you gave me your apron so that I could show Helen what a handsome, sexy husband I have?

"Yes, dear, but..."

"But what, Allen, I thought you loved me and wanted to please me. I thought you were proud that I thought enough of your naked body to let Helen enjoy it too."

"Doing this with Helen was exciting but embarrassing at the same time and that was spur of the moment; I just don't know about being naked with other men."

"Let's just take this one step at a time, Allen. Let's not think about a gym full of naked men all exercising and staying in shape for their wives." Jessica's pussy was tingling just thinking about the possibilities but she didn't want Allen to even suspect that. "Let's just have a nice visit with Helen and Ben. Don't you think Helen deserves the same opportunity you gave me? Shouldn't Helen be able to show me how beautiful and obedient Ben is?

Allen sat there in silence. A few short months ago he was a normal husband with a stay at home wife and three daughters; now he spent almost all of his free time naked around the house and pleasing his wife. He couldn't help but wonder "Where was this leading?"

"I'm waiting, Allen. Do you want me to take you to Helen's?"

"Yes, dear." Allen reluctantly answered obediently.

"Then no more trying to get out of this! One more word before we get to Helen's and I will turn this car around and we will never, ever play the naked game again! Do you understand me?"

Allen bowed his head sheepishly, "Yes, Jessica, I understand."

Chapter Nine: They arrive at Helens.

They sat in silence for the remainder of the trip to Helen's house. Jessica was excited by the prospect of learning about this secret club that Helen had briefly described and wondering about seeing Ben naked. She couldn't recall ever seeing another naked man since before she started dating Allen and then it was when she had sex with them and they were both naked! A smile began to form on her lips and her eyes twinkled at the prospects.

Allen on the other hand was almost scowling; his forehead creased in worry. He worried about what Ben might think of him. He worried about Jessica making him visit the gym. He wondered what else these women did and how it was going to affect his life. He was content earlier in the morning; if everything would just stay the same he could be content again! Could he put his foot down and refuse; doubtful, he thought, "Jessica is so strong willed!"




The Society



When they arrived at Helen and Ben's home Ben was trimming the shrubbery in the front yard. Jessica looked at Allen and said, "Wipe that sad look off your face, Allen, you can at least act like you're glad to be here!"

"Yes, dear," Allen replied dutifully. He wasn't happy and he feared things were going to get much worse before they got better.

Ben greeted them cheerfully as they exited the car. Any casual observer would never suspect that there was anything unusual about this visit. "Jessica! Allen! Helen said you might drop by this afternoon. So glad you could make it!" He offered his hand in friendship as so many men do out of force of habit. 

Allen took it and replied, "It was so gracious of Helen to invite us." But he was less than enthusiastic.

Ben sensed Allen's discomfort as he turned to Jessica and she offered a polite peck on his cheek. 

"When was the last time the four of us got together? Ben asked not really needing or expecting an answer. "I think it might have been at the firm's New Years party."

"I think you're right!" Jessica agreed. "Helen and I have become such good friends; I wonder why we haven't gotten together as couples."

"Helen is on the deck in back. Why don't you two join her and I'll be along after I dispose of these trimmings."

"Can I be of any help?" Allen asked politely.

"Not to worry, Allen, all I have is the clippers and this little bag of clippings. You two go on back and I'll be along before you know it!"

Jessica took Allen's hand. "Come along, dear, Helen is waiting." After they had taken a few steps she admonished Allen, "Loosen up, Allen, don't be such a stuffed shirt! I don't want Helen to think you're not enjoying our visit."

Allen was having less and less "fun" as his worries intensified but he knew eventually it would be over. He just didn't know how long it would take.

When they rounded the corner of the house in the back yard they found Helen sitting on a very large covered deck. On one end was an outdoor kitchen with a nice picnic table and on the other end there was a variety of outdoor furniture including a settee with matching chairs and ottoman as well as extra deck chairs stacked to one side. Helen met them as they ascended the steps to the deck. "I'm so happy you decided to drop by!" She smiled as she took Jessica's hand and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. 

"It was gracious of you to invite us, Helen," Jessica replied.

She took Allen's hands and kissed him on the cheek. "So, Allen, what do you think of our outdoor entertainment center?" Helen asked.

It's really nice! It must have cost a bundle." Allen answered with sincere admiration.

"Well, most of the work was done by Ben and his friend Fred. It's taken about five years but we'll be finished this fall when we install the infrared heaters. That should make the deck useable for about nine months a year."

"That sounds great!" Jessica exclaimed.

"They did the work in stages?" Allen asked.

"That's right; first they put up the main deck. The following year they added the roof. Three years ago they installed all the electrical and plumbing connections and then last year we bought the kitchen appliances. That didn't require so much labor so I guess the guys got a break but then this year they more than paid for it with installing the pavers between the deck and the driveway."

"Is Helen boring you with the details of our little deck project?" Ben asked as he joined the threesome already on the deck.

"It's not boring at all, Ben, and it's not little either! You've done a marvelous job. I had no idea you were so talented!" Jessica complemented him.

"Well, truth be told, I could not have done it without my friend Fred. His dad was an electrician and Fred worked his way through school as his dad's helper. I would have had to hire that work done if it wasn't for Fred. We helped each other actually; I knew more about plumbing than he did so I helped him on his deck project. We both saved a bundle on labor and I think both projects have come out very well but then I'm prejudiced!

I'm certainly not prejudiced," Allen exclaimed, "if Fred's project is anything like yours it looks like a win-win situation to me."

"That's enough talk about construction projects, why don't we sit down and get better acquainted?"

Helen ushered Jessica and Allen to the settee. "I made some lemonade, Ben, get us some glasses and ice please."

"Of course, dear," Ben replied, "I'll be right back!"

Jessica wondered to herself what Ben might look like if he were not wearing any clothes when he came back with the lemonade.

As Ben returned, fully clothed much to the regret of Jessica, Helen asked her about how their girls were doing at school. 

"Holly, that's our Christmas baby, although if you think about it she's really our St. Patrick's baby, is in her last year of law school now. She's made the dean's list every semester and the firm she interned with has told her they want her to consider them when she graduates!"

"That's wonderful! What about the other two?"

"Sarah Lee is a junior this year majoring in engineering. She has an Army ROTC scholarship and is seriously considering a career as an Army officer! 

"That doesn't sound good, not with the world as crazy as it is!"

Jessica agreed. "I worry about that too but she seems to have her mind made up. Her granddad on both sides served and her father and aunt too. She says she wants to carry on the family tradition."

"What about your youngest?"

"Emily, our baby, is just starting out; she doesn't have a clue what she wants to do."

"It might be a good idea to take a year off, get a job, and live life a little! Maybe she'd have a better idea of what she wants to do with her life."

"It's funny you say that! Allen tried to get her to stay home for a year before starting college but she said she'd make up her mind as she goes along."

"That could get expensive."

"I think that's what Allen's worries about!" Jessica agreed.

"Is that what you're worried about, Allen?" Helen directed her question to Allen. 

"Not really, with Jessica back at work with you we can easily afford it! Holly and Sarah Lee seem to have their finances under control; Emily is a sensible young woman, it'll all work out."

Helen turned back to Jessica, "Didn't you say that you and Allen are planning a cruise to Alaska?"

"Next summer actually." Jessica replied. Our last cruise was to Jamaica so this time its Allen's turn to choose." 

"What makes you want to go to Alaska, Allen?"

"I flew over it on my way to Korea when I was in the service; we had a brief stop in Anchorage but we never left the terminal. The mountains were beautiful! I've wanted to go there ever since." Allen explained.

Well, I've seen pictures and it is beautiful but isn't it cold?

Allen went on, "Not in the summer! And the daylight is so much longer than around here. The farther north you go it seems to stay light all day long."

"I'm not surer I'd like that; it might interfere with my sleep." Ben observed.

"They deal with it. I think most people use black out shades."

"Speaking of shades, Ben installed some nice blinds on the deck to block out the sun when it's too low in the evening. It makes dining out here so much more comfortable!"

Allen was confused; they were talking about anything but the club Helen had mentioned earlier. "Would you care for some more lemonade?" Ben asked.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Allen declined his offer.

"I'd like another glass, thank-you," Jessica accepted with a smile. What about you and Ben, Helen, do you two have any travel plans?

Ben answered for Helen, "We're pretty much homebodies. We've spent the last five years working on this entertainment center so I imagine we'll be spending a lot of time entertaining friends and family; especially once a month with our friends in the Society."

Chapter Ten: Ben explains the Society.

"The Society?" Allen asked, wondering if they were finally getting to the point of their visit.

"Isn't that why you're here Allen, to hear about the Society? Helen said she saw you and Jessica at your house." Ben asked. "She believes that you and Jessica might be good candidates for membership." 

"That's right Allen," Helen interrupted, "I told Ben about seeing you naked at your home this morning and mentioned that you seemed excited but comfortable with the idea of allowing Jessica to show you off."

Ben studied Allen's reaction to Helen's statement and could tell he was uneasy.

"Doesn't that bother you, Ben? Allen directed his question to Ben.

"Not at all Allen, Jessica was right there the whole time. It's not like you were having sex with my wife!

"I guess I just don't understand!"

"It's quite simple Allen; why were you naked when Helen visited?" Ben asked.

"I wasn't exactly naked! I was wearing an apron doing chores with Jessica."

"Ok, but let's not stretch the point too much; why were you wearing only an apron when Helen arrived?" Ben pressed Allen.

"I lost a bet."

"Really. You lost a bet? When? This morning? Last night? When did you loose this bet?"

"Well..."

"Tell them, Allen, its ok." Jessica tried to reassure Allen.

"I guess it was a few months ago."

"And you're still paying off that bet?" Ben asked incredulously!

"I suppose; I guess when you put it that way, yes!"

"Allen, you need to admit something to yourself and to Jessica right now!"

"What do you mean?"

"You enjoy being naked! You especially enjoy being naked with your wife and you don't care if she is naked or not. In fact, it's a little exciting if she is dressed normally, isn't it?"

Allen blushed as he looked at Jessica.

"It's ok, honey! There's no shame in telling Ben and Helen that you love me."

Jessica and Helen smiled at each other; Helen because Ben was so good at exposing another man's submissive side and Jessica because Allen was confessing his deep love for her.

"Yes," Allen admitted.

"When you handed that apron to your wife you were not exposing your physical body so much as you were saying to Helen 'this body belongs to Jessica, whatever pleases her pleases me!' Isn't that true?"

"I never really thought about it that way but you're right!"

"Helen told you that there was a club of sorts where women get together with their husbands. Do you think that might appeal to you?"

"I'm not sure. I've never really thought about doing anything outside our home and I certainly didn't think about doing this with other men involved. What kinds of activities is this club about?"

"First and foremost it is social club and it's a place where women can bring their husbands for fitness activities like weight lifting and aerobic exercises as well as yoga. It is a place for like minded couples to meet in a safe environment. There is also a lounge where the ladies can go to socialize. There are classes in things like massage, manicure and pedicure and hair care. Helen tells me that you sometimes braid Jessica's hair. Is that true?"

Allen blushed but admitted he did like to braid Jessica's hair."

"Well, I haven't started doing that yet but I do enjoy brushing Helen's hair and giving her a head, neck and shoulder massage in the evenings. It's relaxing for the both of us."

"You see, Allen," Jessica interrupted, "Lot's of men like to help their wives with their hair!"

"How often does the club meet?" 

Jessica just knew they were going to be members, Allen's question showed that he was already considering it!"

"The official meetings are in the evening on the second Saturday of each month. Most months the men serve cocktails and hors d'oeuvres but once a year in February we have a lavish dinner/dance. Each husband is evaluated during the regular monthly meetings as to his progress towards his personal fitness goals and his wife is given awards based on that progress."

"What do you mean by evaluated?"

"Mostly measurements like weight and waist, chest, thighs and biceps but also a simple stress test that evaluates your heart health."

"What about other activities?"

"Couples get together whenever they want for dinner or sometimes they go out on the town."

"Are the men naked then?"

"It depends on the situation, Allen. The world outside the club isn't ready for our philosophy just yet."

"This is all very interesting, Ben. What do you think, Jessica?" Allen asked.

Helen stopped Jessica from speaking. "This isn't about what Jessica thinks Allen; it's about what you think. If you commit to our little club you will be letting all of the members both men and women know that you have given yourself completely to Jessica but then, of course, you will know which men in town have made the same kind of pledge to their wives."

Ben added, "This is not a swingers club, Allen. Wives don't trade husbands with each other! Even though all the men are naked sex of any kind is prohibited. As husbands we have a chance to maintain and improve our physical fitness so that we can be better husbands and lovers."

Helen went on, "The purpose of the club is to promote better sex within the bonds of marriage by promoting better health through proper nutrition and exercise. You've essentially taken the first step with Jessica in the privacy of your own home. Wouldn't you like to know that you aren't alone; that there are other people, married couples just like you and Jessica that have the same kind's feelings that you have?"

"The decision is yours, Allen, are you ready to be a better husband to your wife? Remember, the meaning of husband as a verb is 'to care for,' are you ready to pledge to care for Jessica in the best way possible?" Ben asked pointedly.

Allen realized he had been backed into a corner. To not join would mean that he wasn't truly devoted to Jessica! He knew he wanted to be the best husband he could be and he just didn't know how to express this to Jessica. He looked at Jessica and saw her smiling back at him. He could read her face and see that she was in favor of joining the Society. How could he fail her now? He looked at Ben trying to find the right words. He looked back at Jessica. She said softly, "I love you, Allen."

"I love you too, Jessica!"

He looked at Ben and asked, "How do I join you, Ben."

"I think you just did, Allen," Helen answered, "I know you won't be sorry!" Looking at Ben she said, "Why don't you go over the basics with Allen while Jessica and I tend to dinner in the kitchen. Charlene and Fred will be here soon!" 

Chapter Eleven: Jessica and Allen meet unexpected company.

As the ladies went inside Ben continued, "And that is what the Society is all about, Allen. Its full name is 'The Sisterhood of Clothed Females Dedicated to Developing Naked Males in Mind and Body' but we just refer to it as the 'Society' for short. Everyone in the Society knows what it is all about and those who are not members are none the wiser."

"Not to interrupt, Ben, but Charlene and Fred?

"Fred's the one who's been helping me with the deck, I mentioned him earlier didn't I?"

"I guess you did."

"Well Charlene is his wife and she hasn't seen the deck since Fred and I finished installing the pavers. This dinner has been on the calendar for over a week; we couldn't cancel. Besides if you backed out you would have left by now! They'll be here soon so let me quickly give you the basics."

"First; when we have meetings of any kind, the husbands always refer to their wife as mistress out of respect. Especially when at formal gatherings but at home or in small groups like tonight formality is optional. In your case that would be Mistress Jessica; never a diminutive like Jess."

"But I call her Jess all the time."

"You may do that at home but not at any club related activities. Second; all of the other wives are referred to as 'Sister' as in Sister Helen. Again, at small gatherings formality is optional."

"Ok."

"When the sisters refer to a man other than their husband at a social gathering they will call him by his given name plus his mistresses name so you would be 'Sister Jessica's Allen'. That way there is no confusion about which devotee they are referring to."

"Devotee?"

"That's what you become when you are accepted along with your wife into the Society. It's a brief ceremony in which you pledge your devotion to your wife and the ideals of the Society. It's our way as men to acknowledge that we could be better husbands and for the sisters to accept their responsibility to assist each of the other sisters in guiding each of the other devotees."

"They take this seriously, don't they?"

"Very seriously." Ben nodded in agreement. "Fourth, do you know what a clothes tree is?"

"Can't say that I do."

"Look over by the door leading to the kitchen. Do you see that rack standing by the door?"

"Yes."

"That is a clothes tree! Every home of a sister has one or more. If you see a clothes tree in the living room of a couple or even a single woman that you don't know and the lady of the house asks you if you'd like to make yourself comfortable it's the Societies way of saying to a man that he should take off his clothes."

"Wait! I thought you said that this is a club for couples? Why would I ever be at a single woman's home?"

"Allen, it's a sad fact of life that accidents happen and we all age; there are some widows among the original members of the Society. The younger wives have taken it upon themselves to help the older ones with things they can't do by themselves. Things like moving furniture, washing floors, cleaning gutters; whatever an elder sister needs help with."

"But won't Jessica always be with me?"

"Maybe, maybe not; let's see, how can I better explain this. Maybe Jessica has volunteered your help to a lady friend that you don't know. Let's say you are going to scrub some floors for her. If there is no clothes tree and no invitation to make yourself comfortable you can be sure she isn't in the Society. If there is a clothes tree and she extends the invitation you will know for sure that she is a sister and she expects you to serve her nude. If Jessica can't be there another sister or even another husband will be present as sort of a chaperone."

"I guess I understand."

"Let's move on, Charlene and Fred will be arriving soon; fifth, the spoons! Each sister carries a wooden spoon decorated with various ribbon or trinkets. It is a symbol of her authority and accomplishment as a sister. Lastly, there is the matter of the collars or bracelets. Each mistress decides what color collar or bracelet her husband wears. Red means no touching of any kind! Yellow means limited touching of a male's body by any of the sisters but never the genitals. Green means that all of the sisters can touch a man anywhere as needed. I wear a green bracelet as do most of the men."

"Why would a sister need to touch a man's genitals?"

"Men are not allowed to touch themselves at society functions for any reason. If one were to need help going to the bathroom it might be easier for a sister to help a man who is not her husband than to take his wife away from something she is doing."

"I don't think Jessica is not going to like that."

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking it's a matter of convenience! Eventually each of the sisters decides that it's annoying to be interrupted when they are involved in something like getting a pedicure just to help their husband when he needs to pee!"

"What about...ah...you know?"

"Completely different, Allen! You're not touching your penis so it's ok to take care of that yourself but you will be supervised!"

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Helen was explaining the same things to Jessica. 

"I don't know if I can remember all this!"

"You don't have to! Charlene and I will keep things on track."

"This is a lot for Allen to absorb at one time. Maybe we should take this a little slower."




The Society



"Strike while the iron is hot, Jessica! Allen hasn't gone running away screaming, at least not yet! I think he's more ready than you are! Anyway, Fred and Charlene will be here soon; we've got to finish getting the salad ready."

"I thought the boys served the girls; why are we making the salad?"

"I wanted to give Ben some time alone with Allen. They will be serving us soon enough! Don't be so impatient."

"Why did you decide to include another couple?"

"I told you we already had a date with Charlene and Fred. Besides you must be sponsored by two sisters. I think you'll like Charlene. She's only been a sister for six months but she's come a long way. She's excited to meet you and help you with training Allen."

"How did you meet?"

Actually, Ben has known Fred ever since high school but we never talked about the Society with them until last year. "Charlene was on the verge of separating from Fred when she found stories about CFNM on an erotic literature web site. She was disgusted by the stories and just couldn't understand why Fred liked reading them. She broke down one day talking to a friend who suggested she contact a marriage counselor; Dr. Richards. Charlene was surprised to learn that there are quite a few normal couples that share this idea and that is how she met Mrs. Swanson. She learned about our society there and I met her when she enrolled at the spa. You can imagine what an unexpected surprise that was for all of us! For as long as we knew them it never occurred to us that they might share our interest in CFNM. Chances are there will be other couples like that when you get to know the other members."

"Still, Helen, I don't think dropping all this on Allen so quickly is a good idea."

Chapter Twelve: Charlene and Fred arrive.

Just then the front doorbell rang. "Are you afraid Allen won't be able to take this all in so quickly or are you afraid that you won't be able to handle it? In either case it's time to find out, that sounds like Charlene and Fred at the front door. Be a dear and get the salad dressing out of the frige while I let them in." 

Helen opened the front door and greeted Charlene, "Remember the couple I told you about?

"The one that you said you work with and might be a good fit for the Society?"

"That's right; I told you this morning that we might be adding a new member to the Society. They're here now and they are taking the plunge; come on back to the deck and meet them."

"That's wonderful, Helen, a new member is just what we need!"

As they passed through the kitchen Helen took Jessica's hand saying, "Let's go out to the deck and make some introductions and then Ben and the boys can get busy with dinner!"

Jessica went with Helen and Charlene with Fred following close behind. Ben and Allen were busy with the grill. "Did you start the baked potatoes, Ben?" Helen inquired.

"They've been on about half an hour."

"Great, Allen, come meet Charlene and Fredrick. Charlene, I'd like you to meet Allen; Jessica's husband. Allen, this is Charlene and her husband Fredrick."

Charlene greeted Allen with a warm smile as she offered to shake his hand. "Why, Allen, what a surprise to see you!" She greeted him a little over dramatically. He blushed in embarrassment. Charlene turned to Helen and explained, "I think I've known Allen since his firm started doing dad's books and taxes at the grocery!" Turning to Jessica she said sincerely, "We really must get to know each other, Jessica!"

Jessica smiled, "It would seem so." She turned to Allen and cocked her head as she raised her eyebrows. She hadn't considered that they might already be acquainted with so many men or women that shared their little peccadillo. 

Allen's brow was furrowed with thoughts of a new worry. Charlene, still holding Allen's hand gave it a gentle squeeze and said, "Don't look so concerned, Allen, we're all friends here."

Helen interrupted, "Ben dear, why don't you show Charlene what you and Fredrick have been up to."

Ben escorted Charlene down the steps to the area that was covered with pavers. "This is kind of an overflow area for when we have large family gatherings; what do you think?

"It's lovely, Benjamin. What do you do for seating?"

"That's all stored under the deck; including another picnic table and benches."

"It's really nice, Benjamin, too bad though that both of your neighbors have such a good view of your back yard. This would make a splendid place for a Society BBQ!"

While Ben was busy showing off the latest addition to his outdoor entertainment area Helen asked Allen and Fredrick to fetch the wine she had set out on the island in the kitchen.

When they returned to the deck with the wine Ben and Charlene were ascending the steps to join Jessica and Helen. Charlene asked, "Fred honey, you guys did a great job on the pavers; when are you and Ben going to do ours?"

"Not until next summer, sweetheart, unless you want to delay buying our deck furniture." Fred replied, adding by way of explanation to Allen and Jessica, "Ben's project is about two years ahead of ours."

Jessica complimented Ben and Helen, "If your project is anything like this one Fredrick, it will be worth the wait, I'm sure!"

"I'd be happy to just have the deck," Allen added jealously.

"Well, the deck by itself is nice, that's for sure!" Charlene exclaimed. "But without the roof and blinds we couldn't have a nice dinner like this now could we?" Charlene's voice had that syrupy sweetness that women sometimes use to convince a man to do something he might not want or be ready to do! Her eyes seemed to wander from his face to his feet and back as if she were undressing him right in front of Jessica.

"Don't be so impatient, Charlene! There's a time and a place for everything." Helen chided.

Charlene looked at Helen. "You did say that Jessica and Allen have shown an interest in the Society, didn't you?" She asked pointedly.

"I did."

"And they are still here?"

"Obviously."

"Then I say this is the time!" She declared impatiently. "My guess is that Allen has decided to take the next step. Isn't that right Allen?" She asked him directly as she brought out her spoon.

"Charlene!" Fred exclaimed. "You are so impatient these days. Six months ago you weren't sure you even wanted to stay married. Can't you give Jessica and Allen a little time to become acquainted?"

Charlene turned to Allen. "Oh, I want to get better acquainted all right!" She said as she dragged the tip of her spoon over his face. Turning to Jessica she said, "Does it bother you that I'm interested in seeing more of your husband?"

"Not at all, Charlene, I've been itching to see more of Benjamin all day! I never dreamed that Helen would invite another couple like you and Fredrick to join us this evening." Jessica joined Charlene in the teasing banter effortlessly.

"Then what are we waiting for? Helen, as hostess it's your responsibility to invite the boys to get comfortable."

Chapter Thirteen: The boys get comfortable as Helen explains some of the Societies rules.

"So it is!" Helen agreed with a laugh, "You heard the lady, would you boys like to get comfortable?" it wasn't really a question and "the boys" knew it. It was more of a command. Allen looked worried.

Jessica rubbed his crotch. "It feels like you're more than ready, sweetheart!"

Allen blushed; aware of the meaning she implied and mildly humiliated that she would touch him so intimately in front of others.

"If Mistress Jessica is implying that you might be a little swollen and uncomfortable in there," Charlene said as she pointed to his crotch, "Don't be shy! Most of the sisters take that as a compliment."

"Charlene, you are such a tease." Helen admonished. "Run along boys, make yourselves comfortable, there's no need to be bashful. We'll be waiting right here."

Ben tugged on Allen's shirt sleeve. "Let's go, Allen, it's now or never! Besides, your first time might have been at the monthly meeting. At least you will be able to get your feet wet with just the six of us."

As the "boys" left to get comfortable Helen admonished Charlene, "Tone it down, Charlene, you know it's his first time!"

"I thought you said that Jessica keeps him naked around the house."

"I did but that's not the same and you know it!"

"But you also said that Jessica made him give you an apron he was wearing and he spent the rest of your visit naked."

Jessica looked concerned, "I never would have done that, Helen, if I knew you were going to broadcast it. Allen would be so ashamed if he knew!"

"That's just what they need, Jessica! A little shame and humiliation is good for a man; it helps keep them in their place." Charlene decreed, "At least that's my opinion."

"I'm sorry, Jessica. You're right, of course. It was just, well, I was so impressed with the amount of control you had over Allen that I just had to tell someone that we might be getting a new member."

"Still, don't you think you could have waited?"

"Yes and no. I could have waited and surprised Charlene and Fredrick but then I wasn't sure how she would react. Enough of that, the boys will be back shortly. I don't think we have to go into full 'Society' mode. We can just use first names for the boys; any objections?"

"Fine by me." Charlene answered.

"I don't know all the rules yet so that sounds good to me," Jessica added.

"One more thing," Helen continued, "until Jessica decides what color collar Allen will be wearing try to control yourself, Charlene, pretend its red!"

"Collar? What's that about? You never mentioned a collar."

"It's nothing really, it's a collar or bracelet that let's all the sisters know what level of genital contact you allow," Helen explained.

"What Helen is being so obtuse about is whether or not you will allow the other sisters to touch Allen's dick and balls."

Jessica was surprised; the thought of another woman not just seeing Allen naked but actually touching him never occurred to her. "Why might that be necessary?"

"None of the men are allowed to touch themselves at Society meetings; if they do they can be spanked in front of the whole group. Some sisters discourage genital touching even at home! So, there will come a time when you are otherwise occupied that another sister will need to help your husband pee. We all know how sloppy they are!" Charlene explained.

"So, what about the colors?" Jessica wondered.

Helen explained, "Red means no touching what-so-ever. Yellow signifies limited touching but not the genitals and green means no limits what-so-ever! Think about it, the boys are coming."

"They better not be," Charlene smirked, "Or they'll all get a good spanking!"

"Please be serious for a moment. Let's arrange the chairs and settee in kind of a semi-circle. Charlene, why don't you adjust the blinds while I get the lights and then please sit on this side and Jessica you can sit there." Helen motioned to her left.

In the living room Allen and Fred were "getting comfortable." Allen was anything but! "What are you waiting for Allen?" Fred asked.

"I guess I'm just not used to undressing in front of another man," Allen admitted.

"Really?" Fred acted surprised. "When I was in school we all had to shower after gym class. It was a requirement. When I joined the Army there was no privacy during basic and after I married Charlene I joined a golf club. If I took a shower there sometimes were other members in the locker room at the same time. Are you saying you've never undressed in front of another man before?"

"Of course not; but this is different." Allen struggled to put his fears into words.

"Don't be bashful; in a few minutes we'll all be naked and our wives will be sitting there like queens being attended to by slaves."

"Is that what they think we are; their slaves?"

"Not sure actually but think about it; we're naked and they're not. We wait on them hand and foot. What would you call it?"

"I don't know."

"It doesn't really matter what each of them think individually does it? Charlene likes all the extra attention I've been giving her since we started down this path. I enjoy being naked so much of the time and have even come to enjoy having Charlene put me on display for her friends and acquaintances in the Society. I used to read about CFNM every chance I got and...well...you know! Now though I'm actually living the life. And, as a bonus, the sex is great!

Just then Ben came into the room completely naked. "What's taking you two so long? The ladies are waiting!"

"I guess Allen is a bit shy, he'll get over that," Fred answered.

Allen did notice one thing about Ben and Fred as he tried to avoid actually looking at their naked genitals. Fred's crotch was shaved clean as a whistle except for his balls which almost looked like they had a goatee and Ben's was neatly trimmed in a diamond shape. He didn't dare to ask!

As Allen stepped out of his boxers Ben said reassuringly, "That wasn't so hard was it?"

"Not yet! But I have no idea what is going to happen when I go out on your deck!"

"What is going to happen will happen! You have no choice. You will react the way your brain is wired. Just remember, most of the sisters take it as a compliment; they may tease you and I might as well warn you Charlene is not shy about teasing naked men. I think they like to take advantage of the humiliation we just naturally feel when we can't hide an erection. Eventually it will go away. Always remember that if you do get a stiffy there is no hiding it. Hiding an erection from the view of the sisters is the number one reason you will be spanked in front of the whole society!" Ben explained.

"Just act like you are always naked and never look them straight in the eye!" Fred suggested. "The sisters somehow manage to make a man feel like a piece of meat with just a glance."

Chapter Fourteen: The formal introduction.

"The moment of truth has arrived," Ben declared. "Just remember that you and Jessica; Fred and Charlene are guests of Helen. When we go out on the deck you should approach Helen and say, "thank-you for inviting us, Sister Helen! She will offer her hand and you will kiss it. She will say something like thank-you for accepting our invitation; won't you join your mistress at which point you will approach Jessica, kiss her on the cheek and thank her for bringing you to Sister Helen's. To make it easier I will introduce Fred first so you can see how it is done, ok?"

Allen nodded his approval and the men stepped out on to the deck. The sisters were seated on the deck furniture. Ben approached his wife and said, Our guests have made themselves comfortable, Mistress Helen and with your permission would like to join you and the sisters."

"By all means, please present them, Benjamin!" Helen's tone didn't disguise her delight at having a new couple joining the Society.

"Mistress Helen, my love, may I present Sister Charlene's Fredrick?"

Fredrick stepped forward and bowed from the waist. As Ben had explained Helen offered her hand to Fred and said, "So nice to see you this evening, Fredrick, it's always a pleasure when your mistress brings you for a visit!"

Fred took her hand and bowed again to kiss the tops of her fingers. Acknowledging her gracious greeting he replied, "It is always my pleasure to be in your presence Sister Helen."

Helen continued, "Sister Jessica, may I introduce you to Sister Charlene's Fredrick?"

Fred turned towards Jessica and bowed again. Jessica's mind was cluttered with so many thoughts! How absolutely mind blowing it was to have a man who she had never even laid eyes on before this evening bowing naked before her. How her husband who was also naked wasn't objecting. How a third man, Helen's husband was also naked. How there were others like them; others she would be meeting soon. How three women were clothed conservatively and seated as their husbands demonstrated their love by this display of complete obedience. She offered her hand to Fred as she had seen Helen do. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Fredrick!"

"The pleasure is all mine," Fred replied as he took her hand and kissed it. Jessica's eyes focused on his cock and balls. She hadn't been this close to a naked man's crotch other than her husband's since before they were married and now there were two extra naked men to enjoy! 

Helen brought her back to the moment when she told Fred to join his wife. Next to Char's chair was a cushion and a padded stool. Char told Fred to be seated; she admonished him to straighten his back, suck in his tummy and tapped his knees with her spoon. He spread his knees giving Jessica an unrestricted view of everything he had or didn't have between his legs; his nearly hairless crotch, his semi-swollen penis and the little beard on his balls! Jessica thought that no self respecting woman would ever sit like that in public but for these men in this situation it was completely appropriate and she was sure she would see many more sights like this in the future!

Ben brought Jessica back to her senses when he presented her husband to Helen. "Mistress Helen, my love, may I also present Sister Jessica's Allen?"

Allen who was in a mild state of arousal, not erect but far from flaccid either, stepped forward and bowed as Fred had done. As she had done with Fred before she offered her hand saying, "It is such a pleasure for Benjamin and me to receive you and your lovely mistress, Sister Jessica."

"Sister Jessica," Jessica thought, "It has such a nice ring to it! And so many advantages!" She glanced first at Ben and then at Fred and smiled. 

"It is indeed our pleasure to be in your lovely home with you and Ben!" Allen fumbled with his words.

Helen continued with the formal presentations, "Sister Charlene, may I introduce you to Sister Jessica's Allen.

Allen turned towards Charlene and bowed again. Jessica's mind raced with more thoughts. Just this morning Allen was almost mortified to be caught standing in the corner nearly naked by Helen. Now here he was, naked, bowing before a woman he knew through business. His penis was even more swollen than Fredrick's! How could he possibly face her in public in the future?

Charlene offered her hand to Allen; as he took it and kissed it she said, "It is such a pleasure to see you like this socially, Allen!" Her meaning was clear!

Allen blushed, aware that he had no control over his steadily building erection. "The pleasure is all mine, Sister Charlene."

Charlene, no longer the up tight prude she was just a few months ago smirked and said, "It would seem so, Allen!"

Turning to Jessica she said, "Is he always so easily excitable, Sister Jessica?"

Helen interrupted, "Don't be so rude, Charlene! This is Allen's first time in a group setting. He'll be less excitable as he gets used to our activities. Besides, I'd much rather see a man in a nice state of excitement rather than all shriveled up and hiding. Don't you agree, Jessica?"

"I most certainly do!" Jessica replied a little too enthusiastically.

"Allen, please take a seat next to your wife." Helen directed. "It's time to go over a few things so that the both of you will be prepared for what will happen next week at our monthly meeting."

Allen sat on the little stool by Jessica's chair. She tapped his knees and nodded towards Fred.

Allen blushed but got the message and spread his knees like Fred had done.

Charlene smiled and winked at Jessica clearly approving of the view Jessica was giving her!

Allen remembered Fred's advice and tried to focus on anything but Charlene's eyes.

Chapter Fifteen: Helen and Charlene explain more of the Societies customs.

Helen went on, "Before the meeting Jessica you must decide on the color of Allen's collar or bracelet. The collar and bracelet serve two purposes; the first is that Allen is a member of our society so even during the course of a normal day other men and women will know he belongs along with you, of course. It makes meeting like minded couples so much easier and safer. As you can see both Fred and Ben wear green; simply put that means you're welcoming the help of all the sisters in caring for your husband's needs because no man is allowed to touch his penis at any time at a Society function."