The Wives Club


PART I
 
Sandy Williams checked her Rolex and tapped her gold Cross pen on her
notepad impatiently. She hated when these meetings ran late.

"Ladies," she called out. "Ladies, please come to order." 

Though she was only twenty-six and the youngest woman to ever lead the
club, she had a commanding voice. The murmur of chatter died down and
the group of women slowly, with studied casualness, turned their
attention to the blonde in the pink sweater set.

"Thank you ladies," said Sandy.  She looked around the room. As usual,
they were meeting in the home of one of the members. Today, it was in
the mansion of Beryl Schuller, a sexy minx who had nabbed one of the
town's most eligible bachelors. Unfortunately, Herman Schuller was
also one of the town's most elderly bachelors... which left Beryl with a
lot of nervous energy to dispel.

The women, ranging in age from 22 to 50, were settled in luxurious
leather sofas and armchairs, enjoying wine and cheese. They all
relished these monthly meetings. There were only ten members of the
club; it was quite exclusive. You had to be rich, of course; and you
had to be adventuresome; and, most of all, discreet.

"On the agenda for this month's meeting," continued Sandy, "is the
important issue of..." She looked around the room, her green eyes
dancing mischievously... "Fucking!"

Laughter broke out and the women cheered, lifting their glasses. 

"All we have to decide now is where, when, who and how," Sandy
continued. "Fortunately, our own dear Eleanor has been doing some
research and uncovered a most delicious opportunity for us to
explore."

Now she had everyone's attention.... She turned over a page in her
notepad and began to read:

'An exclusive and intimate service for ladies only.... You will be
pampered, soothed, caressed and loved in surroundings of elegance and
opulence.... You will experience heart-stopping excitement and the
thrill of hot, hard, hunky young men who live just to serve your every
whim and fulfill your fantasies.'

"Sound interesting, Ladies?" she asked.

"Sure, but how much?" called out Sophia. She was the only one of them
on a budget. Her stingy husband, Caleb Ellis, was worth thirty million
but still counted every penny.

"It's not cheap," said Sandy. "Sophia, you know the club rules. You
pay to play. If you have a problem with that --"

"No, no," Sophia said quickly. She tossed her long dark hair. "I'll
find a way to wrangle some dough out of the old skinflint. But it
might mean a friggin' blow job, and I hate sticking his tiny prick
down my throat. I nearly vomited last time."

A few of the women giggled. Caleb's diminutive organ was often the
subject of discussion around the club. Poor Sophia. Her needs were so
simple: just a big fat dick inside her roomy cunt. So sad that her
husband was no use to her, in that respect.

"Very well then," said Sandy. "The limo is waiting. Ladies... shall
we?"

The women gathered up their shawls and sweaters, their jeweled purses
and cell phones. Laughing like school girls, they made their way to
the front door, where the stretch limo waited for them.

The driver was the same one who always escorted them on their
adventures. He was selected for his good looks, excellent manners, and
ability to keep his mouth shut. He charged a little extra but was well
worth it. Once the ladies were inside, he dimmed the lights and turned
on the jazz music. There was champagne in the ice bucket. Stars
twinkled on limo's roof, creating an artificial twilight.

As the limo drove westward, climbing into the Texas hills, the women
in back continued drinking and talking, fantasizing about what waited
for them at their destination...

As they rounded a bend in the hills, Sophia moved close to Sandy and
began to whisper in her ear.... "Sandy, I guess you noticed --"

"Yes, Sophia, I certainly did. And, I'm not pleased," said Sandy.
Finances were handled very discreetly in this club. Each woman had
handed Sandy an envelope when they arrived, containing enough cash to
cover the usual monthly fee plus added expenses of their 'field trip'.
Sophia's envelope, however, had come up short.

"It's just that --"

"But Sophia, all you had to pay was $450.00. That's nothing! You're
one of the richest women in town."

"My husband is rich," Sophia said sullenly. "I'm just his bitch."

"Well, this can't go on," said Sandy. "I've covered for you long
enough. You're going to have to abide by the club regulations, and you
know what they say about members who are behind on payments."

"Yes, I know," said Sophia.

"Will you comply?"

Sophia hung her head, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders.
"Yes, Ma'am," she said softly.

Sandy smiled. Secretly, she had been hoping it would come to this.
Though she enjoyed all the club's activities, none really pleased her
quite as much as punishing a member who had violated a club rule. And
as President of the club, she had the privilege, the responsibility,
of choosing an appropriate punishment.

Sandy got up and moved to the very back of the limo. Sitting alone,
she took out her cell phone and made a short phone call. Sophia
watched closely and saw Sandy nodding and smiling. Whatever she had
arranged, it pleased her very much, and that had Sophia very
worried....

Meanwhile, the limo pulled up to a marina on the lake. Two boats were
waiting for them. It was a beautiful, warm spring day and the sun was
high in the sky. The women wrapped scarves around their hair or held
their hats as they climbed in the boats. Soon they were speeding over
the lake, heading towards an island housing a large stone mansion,
secluded behind a bend in the lake and surrounded by oak trees. They
stepped off the boats and were greeted by tanned young men wearing
nothing but Speedos. By now, the ladies were well-lubricated in every
sense of the word and thought nothing of patting the boys on the butt
or even grabbing the front of their swimsuits.

The happy party made its way up a stone walkway to an open-air area
with a heated swimming pool, massage tables and hot tubs. The boys
helped the women undress and put their clothes and belonging in tidy
lockers. Completely nude, the women made their choices -- some jumped
into the pool, others joined the boys in the hot tub or lay down for a
massage. Everywhere they looked were young men at their beck and call.

"Hey, where's Sophia?" called out Eleanor. She had selected this
location and was particularly anxious to make sure everyone was
pleased.

"Don't worry about her," Sandy called out. Unnoticed by most of the
women, a man in a dark suit had escorted Sophia to a separate
location. They would all meet up with her later, in a much different
setting.

But a few of the ladies had noticed Sophia being led away, and had
watched, giggling. This was not a group known for charity and
kindness; far from it. These women took pride in the name "rich bitch"
and lived up to it in every sense. Far from attempting to rescue their
comrade, they simply laughed and speculated on what might await
her....

"Eleanor," said Kristi. "Didn't you know Sophia's being raped as we
speak?"

Kristi was lying on the massage table next to Eleanor's. A young
Hispanic man was rubbing her down, paying special attention to her
tight little ass.

"Oh Kristi, you don't mean Sophia didn't pay again?"

"That cheap bitch," said Hailey, who was on the other side of Eleanor.
"I hope she gets fucked up the ass."

"I hope we get to watch," said Kristi. She looked over her shoulder.
"Boy, do my feet!" Her masseuse began to rub oil on the soles of her
feet and Kristi let the pleasure run through her.

"Look at her, she's going to have a toe orgasm," said Hailey. 

"Don't knock it..." gasped Kristi.  She was indeed having an orgasm.
She had very sensitive feet. She turned over onto her back and sat up.
 "Where do we fuck?" she asked the masseuse.

"Anywhere you'd like," he replied. "Do you prefer privacy or should I
do you here?"

In answer, Kristi spread her tanned legs apart. Her pussy was dripping
wet. This nameless man was just a cock to her. He obligingly pulled
off his swimsuit and climbed on the massage table. He positioned
himself between her legs and thrust in his cock. At first, he seemed
diffident and a bit put off by the setting... but her pussy felt good
and soon he was hard as steel and thrusting strongly. He grabbed her
legs and pulled them up over his shoulders.

A group of the woman gathered around to watch, some of them sipping
from champagne glasses as they observed the public fucking of Kristi.

"She really needed that," remarked Eleanor. 

"Who doesn't," sighed Hailey. She motioned for her masseuse. She led
him over to the hot tub and told him to sit down. Draping her body
over his, she began to hump his fat, hard dick.

It wasn't long before the murmur of conversation had been replaced by
moans and sighs and groans. Everywhere one looked -- in the pool, on
the tables, even on the tile floor -- naked bodies tangled together.

Sandy was enjoying a special treat. Down on all fours in the shallow
end of the pool, she was getting fucked from behind by a blonde surfer
boy while she greedily sucked on a black guy's large cock. After the
blonde boy came and Sandy's pussy was dripping with spunk, the two men
switched. They went through a few rounds like this, until Sandy's face
was covered with cum and it was dripping down her legs.

"Eleanor!" she called out. "GREAT IDEA - I LOVE THIS PLACE!"

"Thank you," Eleanor called back weakly. She had just been butt-fucked
and was feeling a bit shakey, having gotten more dick than she
expected. Her boy was now standing in front of her and she obligingly
licked him off. Unlike most of the other women, Eleanor was a bit of a
people-pleaser, even when she was the one paying. As the oldest member
of the group, she still had those old-fashioned values.

"Oh Eleanor," said Hailey. "You don't mind if I borrow that one, do
you?"

The insatiable Hailey grabbed the boy and instructed him to suck the
cum out of her pussy. She could see him hesitate a bit, so she helped
him out by grabbing his head and pushing him down between her legs.
There was an abundance of cum inside her and the boy obligingly sucked
it out and swallowed it, licking her to another orgasm. Once she was
done, she sent him back to Eleanor -- "Go ahead and butt-fuck the old
lady again," said Hailey. "She likes it."

And so, the afternoon was a success.  When they had finally exhausted
themselves, the women adjourned to an indoor room for dinner and more
drinks. Suzanne, the club secretary, amused them with her recap of the
afternoon. She was a sharp one, and hadn't missed much. An important
part of the club's records were the statistics she kept on record --
how many orgasms, how many dicks sucked and fucked, where, when and
how. It had been a record-breaking afternoon and the day wasn't over
yet....


PART II 

How could this be happening to me?
 
That was the thought that kept running through Sophia's mind. That and
awareness of how uncomfortable she was. She had never liked high
heels, and now she was wearing six-inch stilettos of black patent
leather. She wobbled as she struggled to perform the chores that were
assigned to her.
 
On her legs she wore shimmery black hose that hugged her shapely
thighs and attached to the straps of a black silk garter belt. The
edges of the thigh-high stockings were visible under her very, very
short black skirt and white apron. She was not given any panties to
wear, and she knew that as she bent over to scrub the tile floor, her
ass was visible to her taskmasters.
 
Her large breasts were exposed through a fishnet top and her long
black hair was tied back in a pony tail.
 
"I want you to bend down lower to the floor," said one of the men.
 
Sophia bent lower down, her nipples scraping against the rough tiles.
Tears fell from her eyes, dropping on the floor she was trying to
clean. She had been given a pail of water and soap, and a sponge. Her
first assignment was to clean the tile floor of the main bathroom.
 
Sophia was not sure where she was exactly. After they landed on the
island and the other ladies went off to be massaged and otherwise
pleasured, she had been taken aside by two men. Her hands were bound
behind her back and a blindfold put over her eyes. From the
conversation between the two men, she learned that Sandy had sold her
to them for the day, and that they had sold her to a wealthy client of
theirs. As a servant girl.
 
The two men removed her clothing and took away her purse. They dressed
her in the ridiculous outfit she now wore. Then she was bundled into
the back of a van. When the blindfold was finally removed, she was on
her knees on an oriental rug, in the great room of a large mansion.
She saw black leather boots in front of her. She was told not to look
up, but to keep her eyes down and listen to instructions. A man's deep
voice told her that her main job here today was to clean, but she
would also be required to attend to other chores, and must do whatever
she was asked to do. If she refused, she would be punished severely.
 
"Yes sir," whispered Sophia.

.... Unfortunately for Sophia, she had little experience in mopping
floors. Having married young to a wealthy man, she had teams of
servants to do chores for her. She swiped the sponge lightly over the
tiles, doing a piss poor job of it and feeling sorry for herself all
the while.
 
She didn't realize that all the while two men, the client who had
purchased her services and his guest, were watching closely.
 
When she had finished "cleaning" the entire floor, she sat back and
looked up at the two men for a moment, just long enough to get a
glimpse of them. The dark-haired master of the house ordered her to
look down, which she did. Then he walked slowly toward her.
 
He reached down and grabbed her ponytail of black hair. 
 
"Stay on your knees and follow me," he said. He dragged her over to
one spot on the floor. "Does that look clean to you?" he asked,
shoving her face close to the muddy spot.
 
"No, Sir," she muttered.
 
"Well, clean it then," he said.
 
Sophia looked back to where her pail and sponge were, but the man held
tightly onto her hair, not letting her move.
 
"Go ahead," he said. "Lick it clean."
 
Sophia sighed, but realized she had no choice. She bent her head down
and licked the tiles, gagging on the dirty water.
 
"You're way too easy on her Tom," said the other man. 
 


God what a grueling day, thought Sophia. She had cleaned the bathroom,
mostly on her knees and partly with her tongue.... Then she had
ironed, washed dishes, and hosed down the back patio. At some point
during all this, her stockings had come undone, apron got lost, and
her fishnet top had torn, so she was naked except for her high heels
and short skirt.
 
She was so relieved when Master came out to the patio and told her she
should shower in the servant's quarter and then proceed to the den.
Finally, a break, she thought.
 
She showered in the small stall and then faced the dilemma of what to
wear. As it happened, she had little choice. The same high-heeled
stilettos and skimpy skirt were all she had. So she dressed and went
upstairs to the den. She saw other servant girls collecting in the
hallway, some dressed as she was, others in stockings, garter belts
and what looked like dog collars around their necks.
 
The den was an elegant smoking and recreation room, with leather
chairs, pool tables, and smaller tables for chess or other
entertainment. There were several men already inside, smoking cigars
and drinking. Sophia followed the other girls who were picking up
trays of food and drinks, but the man behind the counter stopped her.
 
"You have a different job," he said. "Go over to that table there." 
 
Through the smoke, she saw the low table he was pointing to. She
walked over to it and was quickly siezed by two men. They bent her
over the table and tied her hands to the table legs on one side, her
ankles to the other legs. Her legs were spread and her ass up in the
air, her chest against the tabletop and her face hanging over the
side. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. Sophia took a deep
breath and tried to relax into her difficult position; she had a bad
feeling that she was going to be here for a while.
 
"You know, you're a fucking lousy servant," said a deep voice in her
ear. Her master was leaning down next to her. "I'm going to punish you
now. And you're job is to keep count."
 
Sophia didn't have any idea what he meant until she felt the sudden
sting on her ass. She was being whipped! She jumped up but the table
was heavy, with iron legs -- she couldn't move.
 
"I didn't hear you!" her master yelled.
 
The whip cut through the air again and hit her bottom
 
"One!" she shouted.
 
"That's better," he said. He swung again.
 
"Two!" she called out. How many, she wondered?
 
By the time she was up to number ten, her ass was on fire and tears
were running down her face. The whip stung her one more time -
"Eleven!" - and then finally was set down. There was only one problem.
The sight of Sophia's lovely light-mocha colored ass twitching -- up
in the air, red-striped and burning -- was having a strong effect on
the men who had gathered 'round to watch the punishment. It had an
especially stirring effect on her Master, who now went around to the
other side of the table and unzipped his pants.
 
"Look what you've done to me bitch," he said. 
 
He lifted up Sophia's face and shoved his hard cock into her mouth.
She sucked him while he vigorously fucked her face.
 
To her alarm, the other men were getting busy too. One had lifted a
small bottle of olive oil from one of the food trays and was pouring
it over her backside. The oil soothed her burns; for a moment, she was
thankful. But then she realized suddenly the real reason for the
lubricant.
 
With Master's cock in her mouth, she couldn't look behind her, but she
felt the hands groping her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. Just as
Master thrust deep into her throat, someone's cock was thrusting into
her asshole, penetrating her tight hole. She realized it was useless
to fight it, so she tried to relax and let the intruder enter. The oil
did help some, but still he seemed to be scraping against the walls of
her anus as he thrust in and out. Finally, Master shot his load down
her throat and at the same time the man behind her came with a loud
groan, pouring cum into her ass.
 
Now that she was appropriately warmed up and wet, the men felt there
was no need to stand on ceremony. They untied her hands so she could
be more useful. Soon Sophia was servicing four at a time -- a cock in
each hand, one in her mouth, and another up her ass. She lost count,
but it seemed she had been fucked -- one way or another -- about
twenty-five times. She had swallowed so much cum that she felt quite
full, even though she hadn't eaten a meal all day.
 
What she didn't realize was that she was being watched by several
others -- her adventures broadcast, via the Internet, to a special
group of subscribers. On the other side of the lake, the ladies were
sipping cocktails and laughing as they watched Sophia being used like
a two-dollar whore.
 
"Anyone else forget to pay their dues?" Sandy asked archly. Ahh...
another wonderful day with The Wives Club.