Slut Wife Club Inc Ch. 04
Pete and Traci had attended three consecutive club events and for Pete the last one was an epiphany. At the beginning his rough idea of hotwife sharing brought about more ambivalence than he expected. It wasn’t just offering up Traci and getting turned on but colored with other emotions he didn’t see coming.
He didn’t want psychological complications, he just wanted the two of them to enjoy other partners. Pure sex, nothing more.
But this last time when she submitted to a huge gangbang he finally realized that her unbridled approach to group sex was the only approach that made any sense. Traci committed totally and got what she wanted and he held back somewhat thinking he’d lose something in the process.
He also realized that if he’d listened to his dick from the beginning when he watched Dan fuck her at the first event he’d be having the same fun she was having. From the moment Dan reached up her skirt he was aroused and he got more so as he dominated her. He just couldn’t say to himself, I love this, even when he admitted it to Traci.
But this last time he turned a corner and as Sam fucked Traci against the wall and he sipped his martini it all suddenly made calming sense. Even Casey’s quest to have her didn’t seem to matter. She could take care of herself.
And while he sat at the bar processing all of this, Monique sat down next to him and suggested that she didn’t get enough of his dick earlier in the evening and why not have a ‘nightcap’?
Monique was hotter than shit and, knowing Traci was up to her ass with Sam, he decided she had a good idea and they began to grope one another. They kissed and he slid down her spandex top and sucked her pretty little tits and in short time she, being fairly small, was naked and riding his dick on the barstool.
Brandon, the horny bartender, enjoyed it immensely.
They began to whisper dirty talk in each other’s ears and the energy picked up. It felt to both of them that there was a symmetry to their connection and when they climaxed they did it together. And when it was over they were mutually surprised at how much they enjoyed each other.
“Wow,” she said.
“Ya, wow,”
“See you next time?” she asked.
“I’d love that,” he said, and she left.
“Wow, is right,” added Traci, who’d been watching them from behind. “If there is one, there’s my replacement.”
Turning around, Pete said, “I wouldn’t worry, you’re my girl.”
***
They drove home telling each other sexy stories of their evening and got so turned on recounting their mutual fuck with Eric and Monique at the bar they nearly had to pull over.
“I loved standing on that bar and stripping,” she remembered with her eyes closed. “By the time Eric fucked me I was soak and wet. Oh god, Pete, I felt so hot up there!”
“You were, Traci,” he said, “The whole room was locked in on you.”
“Apparently, one of them was you because when you held me while Eric did me, I looked down at the biggest hard-on I’ve ever seen you have.”
“Traci, holding you in my arms while another man fucked you made me fire-breathing horny. Every time he banged you I could feel it. Oh…fuck.”
“Well, it sounds like somebody had a great night.”
“Yes…I did. And you?”
“Fanfuckingtastic.”
***
In the morning when they woke up the stories continued. It was becoming a ritual on post event mornings to tell a story, get hot and fuck before breakfast.
Pete was dying to know how she got in the middle of a twenty guy gangbang?
“Casey.”
“No surprise there.”
“While you fucked Monique he said he wanted to talk to me and took me behind the bar facade. Standing there was one of the bouncers with his dick out and with Brandon coming from behind they surrounded me. Casey said that after, ‘that striptease on the bar, we couldn’t wait any longer so the whole staff would like to have a party with you as the star.’
“I thought about walking away because Dan was waiting for me but they started closing in and running their hands all over and then I couldn’t leave. Casey had a three finger grip in my pussy saying, ‘That feel good, Traci? It’s gonna be even better when we all fuck you.'”
“Holy shit, Traci! Were they forcing you?!”
“A little,” she giggled, “but mainly I was pretending to resist. In reality the sensation of all those hands was getting me off and then I had Brandon in my mouth and Casey in my slit. After that the door was open and the rest of the staff; valet, DJ, the other bouncer…even the sign-in desk guy closed in on me. They were all pussy hungry so I let them have me. Cocks were coming at me from every direction and I came two or three times.”
Stroking his boner Pete spread her legs and entered her, saying, “Oh fuck, what then?”
“They started dragging furniture back there to fuck me on. One of the members saw them and, I’m assuming word spread from that and suddenly I’m servicing twenty some guys. I didn’t know up from down. My body was cumming in waves and some of them fucked me in the ass or teamed up to DP me. It felt like it went Ankara escort on forever.”
“Oh my shit! What then?”
By now, Pete and Traci had masturbated or fucked throughout the story and were just about to unload.
“Then one after another,” Traci said softly for effect, “if they hadn’t already, they shot their cum all over my face…”
Pete couldn’t hold it anymore and came so hard copious amounts of the sticky jizz came dripping back out of her almost immediately. Seeing she hadn’t orgasmed yet he tongued her sloppy cum covered clit until her body hunched forward and released the euphoria from her fingers to her toes.
“And that’s how you found me, a well used little cum-dump slut.”
“Traci, you’re amazing. I love you, my little cum-dump slut.”
***
There was another event coming the following Saturday and while the plan was to attend they began to consider off event night possibilities. When they first signed up, Casey had mentioned that personal connections with other couples was one of the perks of meeting like-minded people at the events.
They discussed swapping spouses or perhaps setting one another up and enjoying the show. “I got off watching you go at it with Monique,” she said.
With Pete’s comfort level increasing, more possibilities were on the table. In particular, if they did create their own private dates he tossed out the idea of taking pictures.
No photography was allowed at the events so as to protect the anonymity of the members but outside of that everything was negotiable.
Pete told Traci that he and Eric had traded business cards and briefly mentioned getting together. “I would fuck him in a heartbeat,” she admitted, “and I think it’s a safe bet that you’d like to get inside that Monique again.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I’d also like to do that 36 double D girl, Gina, again. She takes titty fucking to a whole new level.”
“Geez, Pete, listen to us, we’ve become total perverts but our sex life is off the charts. I’m having soooo much fun. If the neighbors knew what we were doing they’d move off the block.”
“It beats the hell out of watching TV or mowing the lawn, which reminds me, I need to mow the lawn.”
***
Both of them had an over abundance of sex on the brain. When they weren’t doing it they were thinking about it and vice-versa. Unfortunately, their former social life was suffering as normal weekend visits with friends took a backseat to club events.
Close friends like Dave and Isabel from across the street felt like they’d been ditched for something else but hadn’t a clue as to what the something was. Traci kept occasional encounters with Isabel brief and always with “we’ll have to talk,” and then followed by a mad dash. Texts were often ignored or brief with excuses.
But that didn’t address the problem, it only postponed a resolution and continued the awkwardness. More and more it seemed to Traci that the truth was best even if she lost Isabel as a friend. “I have to do this,” she told Pete.
“I agree,” he said, “we have to. If we’re good friends we tell them. After that they think whatever.”
They picked Thursday to invite them over for pizza and beer. Sitting around making small talk it was Pete who put his cards on the table.
“I imagine you guys have been wondering why we have been out of the picture on Saturday nights.”
“We were sort of curious,” said Dave
“It’s been awkward,” Traci reluctantly said, “because most people wouldn’t understand and because we’ve been best friends we didn’t want to lose you.”
“You’re not going to lose us,” insisted Isabel.
“We’re in a club.”
Trying to cut the tension, Dave jokingly said. “Hey, lot’s of people like making model airplanes..,”
“It’s a sex club,” blurted out Traci.
“What?” said Isabel, “You’re like swingers?”
“Sort of like that…Look, you’re probably not going to understand but it’s a club where spouses share their mates, more specifically men share their slut hotwives with other men. There’s a ballroom and a dance floor and sofas everywhere so members can mingle and, in general, have consensual sex with whoever they want. It’s called the ‘Slut Wife Club’.”
The long silence underscored the confusion bouncing off the walls.
“Questions?” said Pete, breaking the ice.
There was a look of dismay on Isabel’s face as she tried to file this information in her brain. “But Traci, you’re not a slut.”
“When men sleep around they’re men being men. When women have multiple partners they’re sluts…especially when they’re married. It’s just wordplay. But in the case of Pete and I and the other couples in the club it’s something we’re doing together. We wanted to try it and it turns out we like it. I’m a happy submissive slut.”
“What’s submissive?”
“I will usually sexually submit to anything a man wants. I enjoy being used.”
As Traci explained this to Isabel, she looked over at a fidgety Dave. Both she and Pete had long recognized that Dave had a thing for Traci and this revelation took ankara rus escort his obsessive interest up a few notches.
“And are you okay with other men having sex with your wife?” Dave asked for more than one reason.
“I had some unexpected issues to start but I have to say, every time I watched her I got very aroused and I’ve gotten more comfortable with it to the point where I love to watch her take cock.”
“You’re right there watching?!” asked Isabel incredulously.
“Yes, it’s one big ballroom. A lot of things can be going on at once.”
Another large moment of silence followed by more silence and then from Dave, “Does this mean we’re canceling game night?”
It was a good enough line and everyone laughed but Isabel was clearly out of sorts with the conversation. She kept looking at Pete and Traci like she didn’t know them and apparently she didn’t, at least not that part.
After they’d gone Traci lamented, “I was wrong, we should never have told them. It’s too much.”
“And what? Make up endless stories to cover our tracks? No,” he said confidently, “we did the right thing. We were honest and that’s the best you can hope for from friends.”
“I can tell Isabel thinks we’re freaks and Dave, well I’m not sure but my guess is his dickometer alarm went off.”
“I agree. He’s always half looked like if he got the green light he’d be all over you. This news must be reeking havoc with his imagination. Still, I think we did the right thing telling them.”
“We’ll see,” she said warily.
***
The next day Dave called Pete at work and wanted to know more about the club.
“To be honest, Pete, I envy you guys for having the guts to try something like this. I feel like Isabel and I are stuck in nowhere land and sex has become not much more than an infrequent duty.”
“Thankfully, our sex life was pretty good when we decided to try it but it’s helped make things so much more exciting.”
“Exciting?!” said Dave, “Hell, I’d settle for awake. But then you’ve got Traci.”
(Awkward reference number 1)
“C’mon, Dave, Isabel is a beautiful young woman. Any guy would want her.”
“I know but she’s bored with me or something and it’s been so long I don’t even know how to bring it up anymore. Maybe if she saw me doing it with someone like Traci she’d come alive.”
(Awkward reference number 2)
***
At almost the same time Traci and Isabel were having coffee downtown, “You sound shut down,” said Traci, “Maybe you just need another man to touch you to get the motor running again.”
“Oh god, no, I couldn’t do that. I’m not like you, Traci.”
(Awkward reference number 3)
“Well, if it’s helpful at all, until we went to the first club event even I wasn’t like me. We discussed other partners but we’d never done it. Good god, we fuck like jack rabbits now. Remember, it’s just sex, you’re not changing the essence of your love for each other. Just the opposite actually. You want pleasure for your mate because you love them and want them to be happy.”
“I think I’m too scared.”
“How about this, Isabel? I’ll ask the administrator to let us bring you in as guests and you can decide if it’s for you or not. It’ll likely be a one time deal and you can decide.”
“You can do that?”
“I can ask and believe me he owes me so I’d say it’s a safe bet. You can sit on the couch and say no to everything and go home, no harm, no foul.”
“Ya, maybe I should come alone? That might be easier than having Dave there.”
“Yes, for the first time maybe? And I’d be glad to help you with dressing and makeup. I hate seeing you depressed and unfulfilled. Why don’t you just look around and see if it speaks to you and go from there. I wouldn’t love you any less if it’s not your thing.”
“Okay,” she said meekly.”
“Okay?”
“Okay!”
When all was said and done, it was decided that Isabel would scout it out and Dave would stay home. There was an argument. This was the lesser of choices for Dave since he would miss seeing Traci naked but he couldn’t say that to Isabel. He tried thinking of the bigger picture. What comforted both of them was she’d only be watching, no sex, and could walk away at the end of the night.
Traci emailed Casey about the prospective new members and he gave the go ahead for Isabel to check it out. Of course, he had to include some suggestive comments as usual: “If your friend is anywhere as hot as you my boner will stand at attention when she comes in the door.” The difference this time was she didn’t flirt back and ignored his comments. He’d taken enough liberties with her and while they’d been pleasurable there were a lot of members she still hadn’t sampled.
***
Dark brown hair, brown-eyed Isabel came over and Traci braided her hair and applied her makeup and let her roam Traci’s closet for something sexy. They had a similar build so there were several choices. The two of them had a blast playing dress up and when the dust settled Isabel was wearing a pure white ankara türbanlı escort two piece, short skirt and cropped top, her midriff exposed to just below her breasts. “You may not be participating but that doesn’t mean you can’t be eye candy”
Checking herself out in the full length mirror, Isabel gasped, “Oh god, I look like a…” and caught herself.
“Slut? Oh girl, yes you do. Better not let Dave see you in this or he’ll lock you in the bathroom. Come to think of it I’m wondering what will happen when Pete sees you in this!”
“Traci!! That’s Pete you’re talking about!!”
“I know! He’s going to like this a lot.”
“Traci!”
Picking out some stilettos from her shoe rack,”Try these on.” Isabel modeled in the mirror again.
“Oh my god, Traci, I can’t go out like this.”
“Why? You look gorgeous.”
“That’s for a girl like you not me.”
(Awkward reference number 4)
“From where I’m sitting it looks like it’s a girl like you too. Let’s see what Pete thinks and, don’t object, he’s going to see you eventually. “Pete!!” she shouted downstairs, “come up here for a second!”
“What!?” he said, coming down the hallway, “Is the house on fire?” as he opened the bedroom door…”Oh fuck…Isabel…I guess the house IS on fire…Isabel, you look so hot, if I wasn’t married to your best friend….”
Isabel blushed and giggled.
“Okay, Don Juan, thanks for your input,” Traci laughed.
***
Later that evening the three of them arrived at the hotel, Isabel shaking like a leaf and repeating over and over, “I don’t think I should be here, I’m not you.”
(Awkward reference number 5)
“Isabel, honey,” Traci said affectionately, “If you feel overwhelmed at any time, we will take you home. I’d never let anything happen to you that you didn’t want to happen. And you’re only looking. Just remember we have your back, okay?”
“Okay,” she said exhaling.
“And they have a bar,” Traci added.
“Thank god.”
The valet literally tripped over his own feet helping Traci out of the car. “Thanks, Kenny, would you mind helping my friend in the back seat?”
“Oh ya, sorry.”
He opened the door and extended his hand “Miss?” and she stepped out. Kenny seemed caught in the headlights and “Whoa” popped out of him before he could use his verbal editor.
Isabel blushed but obviously liked it.
Traci took Isabel’s hand and did the ‘hotel lobby turning heads walk’ together. “I’d forgotten what this felt like,” said an excited Isabel, “but a glass of wine couldn’t hurt right now.”
After they had signed in, the three of them entered hand in hand to the usual greetings. “Hey, Traci!”, You look hot, Traci”, and this time mixed with “Who’s the hottie with you, Traci?”
They immediately landed on an unoccupied sofa and Brandon, uncharacteristically, came over to take their drink orders. Traci and Pete had their usual martinis and then Brandon turned to Isabel, “And what can I get you, beautiful?”
“Chardonnay?”
“Coming right up,” he said keeping his eyes on her all the way back to the bar.
“I should warn you,” said Traci, “the staff can, if invited, participate.”
“Sometimes even when they’re not invited,” added Pete. “Speaking of Casey, here he comes.”
“Hello, folks, Traci, who’s this exquisite beauty?”
“This is my friend, Isabel, she’s observing…sort of look before you buy,” said Traci.
“Well, there should be plenty to see. I’d be glad to show you around if you’d like.”
“I’m just going to stay here and get comfortable for awhile but thanks anyway,” said Isabel.
As Casey walked away, Isabel leaned into Traci, “Geez, he looked like he wanted to fuck me right here.”
“That’s because he did.”
Dan came over and said to Traci, “I think we need to finish what we started last week. See you later?”
“Yes, Dan, I’d love to.”
Dan went back to another woman at the bar. “He’s cute,” muttered Isabel. “Mmmmhmmmm,” agreed Traci.
Monique came over and sat next to Pete on the far side of the girls. “Hey, Monique.” “Hey, Pete, wanna dance?”
“Fuck, ya!” Turning to Traci, “Honey, I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll leave the porch light on,” cracked Traci.
Once Traci had been scooped up onto the dance floor by Fred, Isabel sat alone watching couples separating, seeking other attractions. She felt alone on an island, wondering what the hell she was doing eavesdropping on a lust landscape. But she couldn’t deny that the vision of random sex acts had no effect on her. The moisture between her legs belied her look of disinterest.
“Hi, I’m Matt, and you are?” he asked her.
“Isabel”
“May I sit down?”
“Yes, but I’m not participating. I’m just watching.”
“Oh, you’re just a voyeur then?”
“No, no, some friends just brought me to see what it was like.”
“Where is your husband?”
“We decided I should scout alone.”
“I’m glad.”
“Why are you glad?”
“I’m glad you came tonight. I feel fortunate that I’m talking to you. I saw you come in the door and I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since then. Would you like to dance?.”
What stopped her from answering immediately was that a ridiculously handsome man, with his wife in attendance, was coveting her. The psychology was throwing her off center, out of her comfort zone and she liked it so she fought against the urge to let go.