Club Tranquility

The club was in the warehouse district when Emily and Ryan finally found the address. They could see the reflected lights of the passing cars from the nearby overpass in the rain. Ryan parked the car in the adjacent lot and turned off the engine. They could hear a low throbbing of bass coming from one of the open glass double doors of the building. A pink neon light spilled out from the entryway and onto the puddles in front. A very small sign lit over the door read, 'Club Tranquility'.

They watched a large Black man with a shaved head sitting on a stool near the door, adjacent to a small desk. He was looking at his phone.

Married four years, Emily and Ryan's sex life had gotten more and more risqué in the six years they had been together since law school. Both were lawyers on partner track at different firms. Kids were still a way off as their work was all consuming, but they had made time for each other. The two had explored toys, strip clubs, and porn together. At least for Emily, this was already a long way from her good-girl Catholic school upbringing.

But this was something new. Certainly not a normal Saturday night.

Emily looked at her husband, who was scanning the parking lot.

"Are we sure we want to do this?" he asked, checking the rearview mirror a third time. They had been parked for nearly a minute without exiting the car. The rain drizzled.

As Emily considered her response, she watched a couple under an umbrella quickly trot toward the doors. A shapely blonde woman with a pointed nose and in a tight red dress and heels shuffled her feet trying to stay dry. Her broad-shouldered companion wore jeans and a dress shirt and tried to shelter them both, but mainly her, under the umbrella.

The two ducked into the door and he closed the umbrella. The woman quickly embraced the bouncer warmly and the man heartily shook his hand. The couple made a big show of pulling out a document and the bouncer made an exaggerated effort to inspect it. They disappeared inside.

Almost immediately, two women sharing an umbrella walked to the entrance. A blonde and a brunette, each wearing a cocktail dress. Again, there were greetings, embraces and document inspections with the bouncer. Two fit men darted in as this was going on and greeted the man on the stool before the group proceeded inside.

"What the hell," Emily said. "It's probably just like a strip club. We might as well. We wanted to spice things up. Let's see what we think. At least we're not paying."

Ryan nodded and they exited the car together and hurried to the sheltering door. Emily clutched the envelope in her hands.

The club pass had come from this address in the mail. It was in a formal envelope like it was some kind of wedding invite and their names were listed on the red card in raised lettering with some numbers below. The card granted the couple a two-weekend pass at the club and directed them to the website for more information. The website had directions to the club hours -- which were only on Friday and Saturday nights, an address and nothing more.

Some internet searches indicated vaguely that it was some kind of invite-only strip club.

As they hurried into the doorway, the man sitting on the stool squinted at them and then rose from his seat. Emily could see he had a radio on his hip with a cord running to an earpiece. Ryan and Emily could see another set of double doors just past the entryway. The floor was carpeted, and everything was lit by various shades of neon. Emily could feel the vibration from the throbbing bass.

"Hi," he said in a deep voice. "This is a private club. I know most of the members. I am afraid I can't allow entry. If you would like I can give you a card with an email address you can contact to request membership, but it's rather exclusive."

He paused again. He was already reaching toward the small desk where a stack of cards rested in a small stand.

"You look like a nice couple," he added apologetically "but it's very exclusive and very, very expensive. This probably isn't your kind of place."

"We have a pass," Ryan said. "Someone sent us a pass."

Emily held out the red card with raised lettering for the man to see. It was slightly damp from the rain.

The man's expression changed immediately.

"Well, that changes some things," he said. "A guest pass. ID please."

He took the card and their IDs and turned his back to them. He set the card on the desk, pulled out his phone and from what Emily could see was entering the small numbers on the card into some kind of app. After a moment of studying the app, he turned and handed the card and IDs back.

"Just a moment," he said and touched the radio on his hip. He turned toward the door and spoke into the microphone running from the radio to his earpiece.

"Kayla will be out in just a moment," he said. "She's just finishing a new member's orientation. You can have a seat there if you want."

He indicated a couch opposite his stool and desk.

Emily sat on the couch while Ryan stood and inspected the room and the double doors into the inner club. Emily watched his gaze as he noted the cameras above the door to the inner club and right above the double doors to the entryway. She pondered who would have sent them a pass. Was it really that expensive?

Just as Emily was about to ask the bouncer his name, one of the double doors opened and the blaring music from the club spilled out. A stunning blonde woman wearing a short black dress and a plunging neckline and a big smile strode into the room on heels.

"Hello," she said, looking them both over and noting every detail. "I'm Kayla and I'll be giving you the orientation before you can enter the club. You have a guest pass, so you have free entry to the club for the next two weekends. The pass is anonymous, so I will not be telling you who sent it to you. Sorry, but a mystery is part of the fun."

She motioned for them to follow her as she turned and walked back into the club. Ryan and Emily followed. Emily watched her husband's eyes run up and down the woman's legs as she led them into the club.

"If either of you have ever been to a club like this, please tell me the name of the club and I can explain what's the same and what's different here at Tranquility," she stated. "Otherwise, we can just start at the top and go through everything."

The carpeted room they entered had a long bar to the left, some tables and chairs in the center, and then a long hallway leading away from the entrance. Restrooms appeared to be on the wall opposite the bar to their left. Emily saw the two couples who had entered before them at the bar. The music was loud but not deafening.

About two dozen people were in the room, either at the bar or seated at tables. Half the people were dressed like it was a formal cocktail party. The others wore white robes and appeared to have on slippers. Many of the people in the room wore Venetian-style masquerade masks in different colors.

A woman with flaming red hair walked out of the long hallway on high heels wearing a white push-up bra, a garter belt and hose -- with no panties. She had a robe on, but it was hanging open. She strode into one of the restrooms.

Ryan looked at Emily and nodded.

"We've never done anything like this, I think," he said.

Kayla nodded. "Just what I thought," she said with a smile. "Okay, so let's start at the beginning."

"This is a sex club," she said. "Everyone here, except you and one other guest tonight, has a full membership. We have more than 500 members. We only allow couples to join and when you are no longer a couple your membership is revoked. Additionally, there are age requirements on the low and the high end, but you don't have to worry about that."

Emily and Ryan nodded their heads, as she went on. Emily felt like she was learning the rules to a game that she hadn't known existed.

"Couples here mix, mingle, have a drink and most of them wander down the hall to the performance or observation rooms," she said. "Inside performance rooms, some or many people are having consensual sex either with their partner or with someone else or many someone elses. You can choose to either watch in the observation rooms or participate. A video feed is available in the observation room of everyone in the performance room across the hall."

Emily swallowed as Kayla continued. This was certainly not like a strip club.

"If you want to watch, that's easy," she said. "Watch what people are doing on the monitors, enjoy your drinks and call it a night. Go home and do whatever you feel like. For first timers, I really suggest you do that. One of you might be into this. One of you might not be. We don't want to break up any relationships. It's good for couples to figure this out before they get in over their heads."

Kayla paused and looked at them. Emily felt like a deer in front of a speeding car. Ryan stood next to her unmoving.

"If you want to go into the observation or performance rooms, you are required to go to the changing rooms and don a robe," she continued. "You can keep on any undergarments you wish. There are lockers with digital combinations. An attendant can assist you within and they can answer any questions you might also have."

Emily was afraid to ask any of her questions.

"If you are in an observation room with someone, say your husband here, and you start to get intimate, you are required to go to a performance room if you want to continue," she said.

"And if we go to a performance room, what are the rules," Ryan asked slowly.

"Each performance room has a light over the door," Kayla continued. "The switches controlling the lights are inside the performance rooms and are color coded. One is green and one is red. A red light means the room is closed to new participants; a green is the opposite."

Emily looked around the room at all the couples in robes.

"Everything must be consensual," Kayla stated. "Any penetration must be with a condom. They are provided in the participation rooms. Exceptions to this can only be made by women in the participation rooms."

Ryan nodded. Emily had no idea what to think about Kayla's last statement.

"Drinks are covered by membership, or in your case, the pass, so feel free to visit the bar," Kayla added. "The club closes at four AM, but really it winds down at two-thirty. It should be picking up shortly. From ten PM to one AM are our prime hours. I suggest you get a drink, mingle and people watch."

Ryan glanced around the room at the bar and began checking out the other couples. He turned to watch intently as two robe-wearing couples walked down the hallway. As he did so, Kayla leaned in and whispered to Emily.

"Guest passes are very expensive," she whispered. "It's practically the cost of a membership. Of course, if you decide to join, it's deducted."

Emily's mind spun trying to think of who would have sent them a pass. Ryan turned back after a moment, looking at the two of them.

"So, if you have any questions or concerns, please come to me," she said to both of them, but lingering on Ryan. "I have a spot at the end of the bar. But unfortunately, I am not allowed to drink or participate. At least not tonight."

Emily and Ryan nodded as she wandered over and greeted a newly arrived couple like old friends.

"So, we have a pass for two days to watch people have sex if we want," Ryan said. "Basically, we can treat it like a live sex show."

He nodded to the changing rooms. "Are you up for getting into robes?" he asked his wife.

***

Emily felt uncomfortable in the robe. She had left on her bra and panties underneath, but she had worn a bra that was too small for her. That happened regularly. She had a track runner's build in high school and college, but in the years since her breasts kept getting larger. In her early 30s, her weight and figure were only slightly different, but she kept having to buy larger and larger bras. She knew she should be in a larger cup.

The first place a man looked when they saw her was her chest. She sighed. Ryan certainly didn't mind showing her off. It was often demoralizing to be seen as a sex object, but not all the time. And here, she felt very erotic as the eyes of several attractive men and women followed her.

Ryan and Emily met in their robes and immediately headed down the hall as agreed. They entered the first observation room. The first couple they watched enter the club were sitting there on a couch.

The dark-haired man had his arm around the woman and was caressing her shoulder. The monitor on the wall showed a split screen with two images of an empty room with a raised dais. One view was from apparently the doorway of the room and the other was from the ceiling looking down.

The couple laughed as they walked in.

"Hi," said the blonde. "I'm Taylor and this is my husband, Brandon. We saw you getting the very long run-down of rules from Kayla. It's probably good you stopped at the first room as newcomers. It's a bit overwhelming as you go down the hall."

Emily noted the couple was in their early 30s. Brandon looked like a linebacker with ridiculously broad shoulders. He had brown hair and eyes that worked their way all around the couple standing in front of them. Taylor, with her pointed nose and sly smile, had a slight build and average height. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

Ryan glanced at the monitor and nodded.

"Not a whole lot going on there," he noted, taking a drink of his free scotch.

"The show will start pretty soon," Brandon said while working his hand into his wife's robe. "Things are just getting warmed up."

He slowly and blatantly looked at Emily from the floor to her face and then met her gaze intently.

"Your wife is very pretty," he stated to Ryan with a smile, his eyes were boring holes into Emily. "Would you like to trade for the night?"

Emily shuddered. Her pussy was suddenly wet.

Taylor looked at him aghast.

Nonplussed, Brandon opened up the top of his wife's robe, his hand cupping her small breast in front of them.

"Look," Taylor said specifically to Emily. "You guys are new. Take it slow and don't get in over your heads."

With that she rose to her feet and stood directly in front of Ryan, letting the robe drop revealing her naked body. Emily saw both nipples on her perky breasts were erect.

"Decide what you want to do and then do it," Taylor said as she walked naked past Emily's husband.

Her own husband stood to follow her and collected her robe from the ground.

"That's a good exit," he said.

Looking at Emily, he untied the front of his tented robe exposing his fully erect and massive cock.

Emily could not help but stare. Outside of the porn she and Ryan had watched together it was the largest penis she had ever seen.

"Well," Brandon said when he saw where Emily was looking. "At least you can see what you are missing out on. Enjoy the show."

He strode out of the room and across the hall after his wife and into the performance room and shut the door. The light stayed green.

"What the fuck?" Ryan said.

Emily looked up at the monitor.

"Yes, I'm thinking fuck," she said, settling onto the couch where the couple had been and pulling Ryan down with her. It was all she could do not to touch herself. She noted Ryan's robe had a large bulge.

The two of them gazed up at the monitor, where Taylor was already on her knees, perfectly centered in the picture angled from the doorway. Her husband strode into the frame at an angle with his robe open and his cock pointing directly at his wife's face. Emily could see the ripples of muscle along his abdomen. He stopped when his cock was inches from her lips. The young woman stroked him a few times and enthusiastically tried and failed to get the whole thing down her throat. The audio filled with the sounds of her enthusiastic sucking.

Brandon looked up at the doorway camera and smiled.

Emily reached down inside the folds of her robe and rubbed her pussy, spreading her legs a bit on the couch. She regretted leaving her bra and panties on under the robe.

"That is one big dick," said a voice from the door. A short and petite young woman with a pixie haircut and bleach blonde hair stood looking up at the monitor from the doorway. "She's going to be a happy woman."

Brandon on the screen dropped his robe from his well-muscled shoulders. Emily felt the young woman's eyes on her and realized she was still masturbating under her own robe. She quickly stopped and withdrew her hand.

"Don't quit on my account," the woman said.

Emily could see she was in her late 20s and wearing another white robe.

"I'm Madison. Do you two mind if I watch with you? My wife won't be here until later."

Ryan and Emily both shook heads and the young woman sat on the couch next to Emily.

On the screen Brandon's muscled arms grabbed the back of his wife's head and briefly forced her down on his cock, choking the woman on it. Emily watched Taylor's hand disappear between her legs as she gagged.

"It's okay," Madison said, looking at Emily's hand in her lap. The blonde slipped her own hand into her robe between her legs and turned her attention to the screen. "I'm going to. Kinda of hard not to. At least until my wife gets here."

The images and sounds from the screen continued for the next few minutes. Brandon eventually paused, wiping his saliva-covered penis on his wife's face. Three times he slapped her smiling face with the massive dick. His wife stuck out her tongue the last time and lapped at it. One of her hands was still between her legs.

Without looking, Emily could peripherally see and feel the motion of the young woman masturbating next to her. On her other side, Ryan had his hand in his robe and was obviously stroking his cock. A small gasp came from Madison. Emily put her hand back between her legs.

Taylor on the screen rose to her feet. She looked directly into the camera. She spent a moment poised there -- and smiled, saliva dripping from her chin. Her husband took her by the shoulders and led her to dais. He arranged her facing the camera above the doorway on her hands and knees, her small tits hanging down.

"Oh, here we go," Madison said, the motions of her hands quickening. Her robe was mostly open revealing a white push-up bra that tried to augment her pert little breasts. Emily felt Ryan's free hand on her leg, stroking it.

Brandon positioned himself behind his wife, his massive cock could be seen from the vertical camera poised overhead. His wife eagerly arched her ass toward him. He rubbed the head of his cock onto her waiting pussy and slowly thrust it in. Taylor gasped.

Emily looked at the huge cock plunging into the woman and realized she could have been the one on her knees in the picture. The thought gave her an unexpected thrill and she opened her robe further. She let out a small moan and realized Madison's other hand was on her leg, caressing it.

"Take that cock," Brandon said to his wife. "Put on a show for them. That's it. Show them what a slut you are. They could be here with us right now. You could be riding the husband and I could be fucking his big-titted wife. She looked like she needed a good fucking, don't you think?"

Taylor moaned.

"What?" asked Brandon.

"Yes," came Taylor's gasp of a response. "They both did. I wanted us to fuck them both."

Next to Emily Madison gasped. "Fuck," she said. "You both missed out. And you do have big tits. Fuck."

Emily's legs were totally spread and the robe was open. Her right hand was deep in her panties, buried in her pussy. Madison, next to her, was in the same position, except her left hand was between her legs and her right was moving up and down the inside of Emily's thigh.

"What're your names?" Madison gasped, biting her lip and arching her little chest, as her fingers quickly worked on the inside of her panties.

Emily reached down and took the woman's hand from her thigh and held it in her own. Madison turned from the monitor and gazed at Emily's face, then down her body and heaving chest. Ryan's hand continued its travels on the inside of Emily's thigh.

"Emily and Ryan," Emily said, unabashedly watching Madison pleasure herself. She briefly had an urge to kiss her.

Madison rested her head on Emily's shoulder and they both turned their visual attention to the monitor and their tactile attention to their gaping slits.

On the monitor, Brandon pulled his wife's head up by her ponytail, pointing her face at the camera as he continued to pound away. The vertical view showed the massive cock's every thrust. Taylor's mouth hung open and gasps and moans erupted. A lost and desperate expression hung on her features as her small breasts hung down and gyrated with her husband's thrusts.

"Emily, Ryan, I'm gonna cum now," whispered Madison. "I want you both to watch me. Watch me..."

Emily turned to see, but a figure appeared in the door and caught her eye. Emily spotted Kayla leaning against one side of the portal.

"I just wanted to check to see how--" she broke off, observing the three of them.

Madison jerked her hands out of her panties. Emily did so also. Ryan continued watching the screen transfixed and jerking his cock.

Brandon was then pounding his wife and guttural groans came from her with every stroke.

Kayla looked on, accusingly, at the three of them. Ryan finally looked up from the monitor, and reluctantly stopped masturbating. Emily noted his robe was wide open and his cock was completely on display in his hand.

"I can see that you are enjoying yourself, but at least you know the rules, Madison," she said. "There's an empty room on two and on three. Four is completely full even if the green light is on and five has a red light on. We may need to open up the other wing tonight. And Madison, your wife called and she missed her flight."

Kayla gazed up at the monitor and watched intently. She turned her gaze to the three of them, splayed on the couch, smiled and disappeared down the hallway.

"Fuck," said Madison, rising from the couch and still holding Emily's hand.

She turned to Emily, and glanced at Ryan.

"We need to go to a room and I need to finish," she said pointedly, while looking at Emily. "I'll give you and 'blue balls' here the best private dance you ever had, but I need to finish. He can watch, participate, or fuck us both -- but it needs to happen. Right fucking now."

Madison pulled Emily to her feet and Ryan by extension, and walked them both to the next performance room down the hall. She turned the handle with her hand and pushed the door open with her foot. She pulled them to an empty dais in the center of the room and deposited them there, releasing Emily's hand. Emily realized the dais was basically a king-size bed on a pedestal. The young woman shut the door and punched a light switch on the wall, while dropping her robe to the floor with her back to them.

Emily watched Madison stretch for a moment. Her perfect ass flexing around its white g-string. She quickly pulled it to the floor and stepped out of it. Madison reached behind her back and removed her small bra, dropping it also.

Madison faced the couple, naked and bathed in green neon light. There was no hair on her pussy.

"Now you," she said, walking to where Emily sat. "Stand up and lose the top. We're going to dance for your man."

Madison pushed the robe off Emily's shoulders until her arms were free, grasped her hand, and pulled her up, leaving the robe behind. Emily could see Ryan, again, had dropped his robe and was stroking himself. His boxers were on the floor.

Madison stood in front of her, a few inches shorter than Emily. Her face peered up at her. She worked her hand around Emily's back, tilted her face and pushed Emily's mouth onto hers with her hands. Emily's tongue enthusiastically met Madison's waiting lips.

Emily felt Madison's hands on her back, grasping at her bra.

"It's in front," she gasped, as they kissed.

Madison's hand quickly moved to her front, cupping each breast within the bra and then concentrating on the valley in between. A clasp was undone and Emily fell free. Madison pressed close to her and her tongue searched Emily's mouth.

"Fuck, you have great tits," Madison whispered, caressing one and then the other with her left hand. "Large and firm. Jesus."

Madison took Emily's right breast in her hand, leaned her head down and sucked on the nipple. Emily inhaled sharply.

Emily felt Ryan standing behind her and she was suddenly sandwiched between them. She could feel his cock pushing on her ass, as he began kissing the back of her neck. Madison's right hand reached around Emily and she could feel it grasping and stroking Ryan's cock. Madison's left hand dropped between Emily's legs and into her panties. Emily eagerly spread her legs apart to allow access. She was sopping wet.

Madison dragged the panties down and Emily stepped out of them, spreading her legs slightly while standing there.

Madison, then on her knees in front of her, reached around her, placing a hand on each ass cheek, and brought her face between Emily's legs. Her tongue immediately dove into the offered pussy. Ryan's hands began roving over Emily's chest, cupping her ample breasts, as he continued to kiss and lick her neck. Madison trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations.

Madison and Ryan continued their assault on Emily's senses for more than a minute before Madison slowly raised herself to her feet.

"Emily, have a seat and play with that wet pussy," Madison commanded, pushing her down toward the dais. "You can watch me stroke your man's dick in front of you. Think that will get you going?"

Emily sat as she was instructed, and her hand dove between her legs. She watched as Madison knelt before Ryan, and glancing at Emily began to stroke his cock with both hands. After a few strokes, she took a long look at Emily, opened her mouth and swallowed Ryan's fully erect cock.

Emily started rubbing her clit. Ryan let out a gasp. Madison enthusiastically impaled her throat on Ryan's cock, over and over again, with only slurping sounds escaping her mouth. Ryan's eyes locked on the kneeling woman before him.

After a few minutes, Madison pushed Ryan down on the dais next to Emily. Ryan lay on his back on the surface with his cock sticking up in the air. Madison grinned as Emily masturbated and watched.

She slowly mounted Ryan's prone form, looking at Emily the entire time, and poised her pelvis and bald pussy over the protruding cock.

"Is this okay with you, Emily?" she asked, with a smirk.

Emily continued masturbating -- her eyes wide.

"Me, fucking your husband in front of you?" Madison asked. "You can stop it with a word, but I don't think you will. You want to watch me fuck him. And he wants it sooo bad."

Emily looked away briefly, looked back and glanced at Ryan. His eyes were transfixed on Madison poised above him. She nodded.

Madison's tight pussy enveloped the waiting cock below her. Ryan reached up and began playing with her small breasts with one hand and her tight ass with the other.

Madison never stopped looking at Emily, as she worked her ass up and down Ryan's pole.

"Is this the first pussy he's fucked since you two married?" she asked, enthusiastically grinding.

"Yes," Emily gasped.

Emily was so close to cumming. She grasped her nipples and pinched them with one hand, as she worked her clit with the other. Her head rose and fell with the movement of Madison's ass. Ryan grunted as he drove himself up into Madison from his prone position.

"I think your husband's about to cum in my pussy," Madison said, smiling, and closely watching Emily, whose entire body was shaking as she masturbated. "But not quite yet."

She pulled herself off Ryan's cock and crawled toward Emily. She placed her left cheek on Emily's left thigh and looked up at her. She raised her ass up invitingly to Ryan, who had just sat up behind her.

"Tell him to take me from behind," Madison said, looking up at Emily. She alternated from looking at Emily's face and Emily's crotch. Emily frantically attacked her pussy mere inches away from Madison's face.

Emily nodded her head several times quickly, mostly in time with the motions of her masturbation.

"No, Emily, tell him," Madison demanded. Her left hand had worked its way between her own legs.

"Fuck her," Emily panted. "Fuck her hard."

Ryan was already thrusting, his eyes moving back and forth from the perfect ass he was fucking, to his wife spread before him and pleasuring herself. He began pounding Madison.

"He really likes my pussy, Emily," Madison huffed. "It's new pussy. Not pussy he's been fucking for years. He's fucking it so good."

Madison's whole body shuddered. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room as Ryan drove himself into the slight woman.

"He likes it better than your pussy, Emily," Madison gasped, breathing hard. "Don't you, Ryan? Show your wife how much more you like my pussy. Fucking take it right in front of her."

Ryan grabbed Madison's hips and pummeled her, a look of fury on his face, as he punished the woman's cunt.

That was all it took for Madison. She gasped and shuddered, her face contorting with pleasure. Madison turned her head and met Emily's eyes -- making certain Emily could see her orgasming from the fucking Ryan was giving her.

Emily's orgasm came so swiftly and unexpectedly at the sight she nearly fell over on the bed. Her whole body convulsed as she watched her husband's final thrusts into Madison.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck," grunted Ryan, repeatedly, sweat flying off him as his frenzied thrusting into Madison all at once ceased, and he held the small woman's ass to his torso, a look of ecstasy on his face as his sperm shot into her pussy.

Ryan wavered for a moment and fell on top of Madison, the two of them then splayed over Emily's legs, breathing heavily.

Emily looked down on them and fell onto her back on the dais, her orgasm spent. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Hands caressed flesh, as their breathing slowed.

Madison stirred first, extricating herself from the couple's bodies and leaving them on the bed. She rose to her feet and stood in front of them, her sweat glistening on her torso. She thrust her hips forward and looked down at the cum leaking out of her bald pussy.

"Looks like Ryan left me something," she said, reaching between her legs to run her index finger through the leaking cum and raising it to her mouth where she examined it. Her tongue exited her mouth and she licked the finger repeatedly in an exaggerated fashion like it was a sucker.

"I own your man," Madison said, meeting Emily's questioning gaze. "He's going to be thinking of me."

With that, Madison turned, collected her bra and panties from the floor, put on the robe and walked to the door.

"Hope I see you both next weekend," she called from the exit.

***

They never made it upstairs when they got home. Ryan looked at Emily after they crossed the threshold into the house and closed the door.

He put his hands on top of Emily's shoulders and pushed her down, forcing her onto her knees and unbuckling his belt slowly in front of her. They fucked all of Sunday and each night of the week after work -- immediately and desperately.

To Emily, the sex had a tinge of desperation. She constantly remembered Madison's words. Each time she rode Ryan's cock, she envisioned Madison doing the same thing and her motions became more enthusiastic. Four days of fucking and she understood she was trying to reclaim her place as Ryan's apex sex partner.

He was enjoying himself, but she could see his mind was elsewhere. He was thinking of Madison and her tight pussy.

The whole experience was ever present on Emily's mind throughout the week. Work was a blur. Her mind was still at Club Tranquility.

"How do you think we should proceed?" Lauren asked her, snapping Emily's attention back to the present.

Emily had no idea what her boss was asking. The Friday-afternoon case-strategy session in the conference room with her boss and law firm partner, Lauren, had been going on for nearly an hour. The arguments had become circular without resolution.

Megan's brown eyes looked up at Emily from a stack of briefs through her glasses. Megan was only a few years out of law school and a very eager and bright go-getter. She raised her eyebrow at Emily, her co-counsel.

"We file now just to go on the offensive," Megan stated finally to fill the gap. It was not the first time she had made the argument. "We create work for them and they're more likely to come back to negotiate. And they're pricks. Let's make them do something."

Megan stood and lithely walked to the whiteboard looking at the proposed case timeline. Not even 30, Megan had a gymnast's build and was smartly dressed for work, her long brown hair pulled back.

Looking at Megan from the back, Emily thought of Madison closing the door to the performance room of the club and stripping in front of her. They almost had the same body type. She felt a tinge of sexual excitement looking at the young lawyer and shuddered.

Lauren, their boss, considered and shook her head. Her red hair was cut into a neat LA-styled bob. She was very young to be a partner in the firm and everyone knew it. In her late 30s, Lauren had a penetrating gaze to go with her startling pale skin and tall figure. She was also brilliant and usually two steps ahead of everyone else. Emily had worked for Lauren for a half-dozen years.

The two lawyers continued debating strategy sharply as Emily watched, eventually with Lauren overruling Megan on the next legal actions.

"You seem seriously distracted," Lauren said, after Megan left the conference room at the meeting's adjournment. The senior lawyer tilted her head looking at Emily. "Everything okay with you? I know it's been a long week, but you've seemed a bit off since Monday."

"Just tired," Emily said, with a fake smile. "I think I need a relaxing weekend."

"All right," Lauren said, giving her a serious look. "Go relax. Do something tranquil that will relax you. Nothing strenuous or stressful, and I'll see you."

Emily nodded her head, startled.

She sat in the conference room for a minute by herself.

The question of what lingerie she was going to wear for the club tonight came to mind. She needed something new.

***

Emily gave up.

The saleswoman had been excited and insistent after taking her measurements twice. And Emily reluctantly admitted she was right. Emily ended up buying a corset style strapless bra and a matching g-string in white. Gazing at herself in the dressing room mirror of Club Tranquility, she looked like a centerfold, especially with the cleavage from her newly measured D-cup breasts. She was going to need all new bras, she realized.

Ryan stood at the bar, talking with a familiar figure, Madison and another woman. Madison was holding both of their hands and playfully trying to walk them down the hall. She stopped and smiled as soon as she saw Emily.

"I got tired of waiting and they almost agreed to start without you," Madison explained. "Emily, this is my wife, Amber. She thankfully made her flight this time."

The strawberry blonde next to her was in her early 30s with pale skin and green eyes and about Emily's height. Even inside the robe, Emily could see her figure was nearly a mirror image of her own. Amber gave Emily a smile and reached out her hand.

Madison turned to Ryan.

"I want them to watch," Madison stated, not even looking at Emily and Amber. "I want both of our wives to watch us. I want them to sit next to each other in the other room, touching, and see what their spouses are doing to each other. And after we're done, maybe we can watch them."

A sharp intake of breath came from Amber. It was obvious to Emily who was in charge, sexually, with the couple.

"You'd like that, dear?" Madison asked Amber, her head tilted to the side. "Watching me fuck a man. Fuck the husband of the woman sitting next to you? And you, Emily, I already know you like to watch me with your man."

Amber dipped her head. Ryan looked at Emily for a sign. Emily took a deep breath, grasped Amber's hand and walked down the hall to the first empty observation and performance rooms with Ryan and Madison trailing. The two couples separated into their respective rooms and Emily seated herself on the couch with Amber gazing up at the monitor. The red light went on above the performance room.

"This is what she likes," Amber muttered. "Power games. You're the second couple she's seduced like this."

Amber opened her robe revealing a matching green bra and crotchless panties.

"The sex was amazing with them," she added. "I'm not even into men, but she made me do it with him just because it turned her on. She made me, again and again."

On the screen, Madison had dropped her robe to the floor while standing and facing the camera. She immediately ran her hands over her small breasts in her sheer black bra and bent over with her legs partially spread. There were no panties. Ryan in the background was seated, eagerly watching.

Emily leaned over and put her hand on Amber's face, tilting it toward her. She slowly kissed the woman and then leaned back.

"You watch," she said. "I think I want something else tonight."

She rose from the couch and walked out into and further down the hall. There was a movement in darkness behind her.

"I was hoping I would see you here tonight," said a familiar voice.

Emily froze.

"You knew you would," she answered without turning. "But I wasn't sure I was right."

Two arms encircled her waist from behind.

"You usually figure things out," said the voice in her ear. "I have a room down the hall already."

***

Ryan felt spent when he exited the room. Amber had joined them halfway through and he was far too into the sex with the two women to wonder about Emily.

Clarity returned about five minutes after Madison jerked his cock off onto Amber's huge tits. Ryan left the two women to their play. As he walked out, Madison was spreading his sperm like massage oil around Amber's figure with one hand and fingering her with the other. Amber was prone and spread on the dais, moaning.

Ryan turned to walk to the bar to find Emily, and then stopped and considered. He started walking to the bar and again stopped, deliberately turned and walked further down the hall.

The second observation room had two couples seated there on a couch and watching the monitor. The light across the room was red. Ryan could hear moans from the monitor, and glanced up to see two standing men receiving oral sex from two kneeling women. One of the women had raven hair in Emily's style, but it wasn't his wife.

The next observation room was empty, but the monitor showed a slim woman riding a well-muscled man with dark hair and a neat beard. Ryan realized it was Taylor, who they had met the previous week. He watched her bounce up and down for a minute, caressing her small breasts. The light above the door was green. Brandon was nowhere to be seen.

The light was red over the next performance room and Ryan stepped into the observation room and looked up at the monitor.

Emily was on her hands and knees on the dias. Her panties were gone. She was eagerly gobbling a huge cock in front of her being presented by a well-muscled man standing next to the bed. Ryan could hear the slurping sounds, as the man rammed into her throat. Gasps escaped her lips.

The man behind grasped her hips while thrusting into her shuddering body. Her huge hanging tits oscillated inside her bra from the pounding she was receiving. Ryan recognized Brandon and his huge cock immediately.

"That light is not red for you," said the woman sitting in the room. "We've been waiting. Time for you to join in the fun. I've been fluffing for your wife, not that she needs it. Although she is on her second round with the two biggest cocks in the club. Looks like she's about to get a third load, from Brandon."

Ryan shook his head confused. An attractive woman in her late 30s stood before him in a black leather collar and white stockings. Her pert breasts hung free and her face was framed by red hair... neatly cut in a LA-style bob.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

***

When Ryan and Lauren entered the room, Brandon looked up with a big smile.

"Hi Ryan," Brandon said. "My wife went looking for you. Did she find you?"

Ryan shook his head transfixed. Brandon's huge dick continued to leisurely plunge into his wife.

"Well, that's okay," he answered. "I'm sure she's having fun. As you can see, I found your wife."

Brandon reached down and around and grabbed one of Emily's breasts and pawed at it, popping it out of the bra.

"And I'm putting her to good use," he said, picking up the pace of his fucking.

Emily shuddered at the assault on her pussy and moaned. Emily's face was then buried on the bed, with her arms spread forward, out full length. She was on her knees facing away from Brandon with her ass turned up. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off Brandon's huge cock as it continued pistoning his wife.

It couldn't fit all the way into Emily and some of the shaft was always visible with each thrust. Ryan could see a sheen of white on it and immediately knew it was some combination of cum and his wife's juices.

Emily had stopped sucking Lauren's husband's cock. He kneeled in front of Emily's prone form stroking himself and watching. Ryan recalled his name was Tyler and his dick was just as large as Brandon's. Small gasping sounds escaped Emily's mouth with each of Brandon's thrusts along with nearly incoherent words.

"So big," she muttered. "Fuck... too much... uhh."

"Here it comes, Emily," Brandon said, looking down on her kneeling form. "Time for me to fill you up while your husband watches. Are you ready? Ready for a second load of my cum in your pussy?"

Emily grunted, and for the first time, looked up, and saw Ryan.

"Yes," she muttered, while looking at him.

Brandon grabbed Emily's hair and pushed her face down into the bed. He pounded her upturned ass mercilessly, sweat dripping from him onto her obedient body. A cry escaped his lips and he stopped and just grasped Emily's hips, his cock obviously spurting cum into her.

The world stopped for Ryan. He watched as Brandon pulled his huge cock from Emily's pussy and sperm dribbled out. He was transfixed by the sight. Emily, her face still buried in the dais, reached a hand back and started rubbing her dripping pussy. She moaned softly and shuddered.

"Take a turn," Lauren whispered in his ear, while reaching over and stroking Ryan's now fully erect penis. "She obviously needs more. Two men just fucked your wife and came in her three times. And she needs more. She's a slut. Put some more cum in her."

Ryan mounted the dais and his wife and rammed his cock into her while they watched. He could feel Emily's hand at the entrance to her pussy rubbing as he stroked himself into her.

"They were so big," Emily muttered. "Didn't know. Didn't know what it was like. Never felt anything..."

Ryan's medium-sized cock plunged over and over into his wife's gaping pussy. He could feel the other men's cum mixed with his wife's wetness.

To the side, he could see Lauren standing and watching with Tyler and Brandon, one on either side. She was stroking both their cocks with one hand each, as they observed.

Emily looked at the three of them and then turned her head back to him.

"So much bigger than you," she whispered in a trance. "So much. So full. I just wanted to make you jealous. That's all I wanted. I just wanted you to be jealous after Madison. I didn't know it would be like this -- but I do now. Look what they did."

Lauren approached and knelt beside Ryan as he pounded his kneeling wife in desperation.

"Give it to her," she whispered in his ear. "That slut wife of yours just fucked two men who came in her pussy. Those two men and their big cocks just ruined her for you. You're never going to be able to satisfy her like they can."

Ryan fucked his wife in a frenzy at the words.

"That's it," Lauren whispered. "Put your cum in there."

Ryan grunted, shooting his load, shuddering and falling over Emily's prone form. He fell off to the side moments later, spent.

Emily continued to rub her pussy until Lauren grasped her hands and helped her sit up facing Tyler with her back to Ryan. Lauren cuddled next to Ryan and briefly reached over to stroke his shrinking member. Tyler stood there, his huge cock pointing directly at Emily.

"Ryan, would you help your wife out of that very sexy corset bra she's wearing?" Tyler asked. "I find it's much more erotic for everyone when the husband undresses his wife so she can submit. And believe me, she wants to submit, at least judging by the last time. I'm glad we waited until you were here to do this properly."

Emily gazed upon the huge cock in front of her with wide eyes.

"I'm going to play with those big tits of yours, Emily, while I'm fucking you," he added, as an afterthought. "Would you like to have your husband undress you for me, Emily?"

For a split-second Emily froze, turned her head to see Ryan out of the corner of her eye, and then slowly and deliberately nodded.

Lauren leaned in and whispered to Ryan, "It's what she wants." She instructed, "Take her bra off. Present her to another man. Another man, who is going to take her in front of you."

Ryan watched, as his hands reached to Emily's back and unclasped the corset, letting if fall into Emily's lap.

Tyler, upon seeing this, immediately pushed Emily onto her back, spread her legs on the edge of the bed and, while standing, rubbed his cock on the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed the tip three times along the length of her vulva and then thrust in three-quarters of the way into her until it wouldn't go any further.

Emily gasped.

With Lauren and Ryan watching inches away, he began to methodically work the huge cock in and out of Emily. His right hand reached out and grasped in turn each of Emily's breasts as he continued plunging, as if testing each breast's weight and size.

"They're much larger than yours, dear," he commented. "And very firm."

Finally satisfied, he gazed down at Emily and picked up the pace of his fucking.

"Play with your tits, Emily," he commanded. "Play with those big tits for me."

Emily moaned underneath Tyler. She reluctantly moved her hand from her pussy and obediently began kneading her huge breasts with both hands.

Lauren and Ryan were inches away from the couple on the bed. Lauren had again grasped Ryan's cock and was stroking it.

"I've cum twice and I'm so close," Emily panted. "It's so big."

Ryan watched, gripped with wonder, as the huge cock stretched out his wife. It didn't look real.

Lauren leaned in close to Ryan's ear. "She needs a little more to put her over the edge, Ryan," Lauren said. "That pussy's been fucked and cum in four times. It needs more stimulation."

Emily shuddered next to them, her fingers pulling on her nipples and her face a mask of lust and confusion.

"Rub her clit, Ryan," Lauren commanded. "You might as well. Tyler's destroying her little pussy right in front of you. You're never going to be able to get her off like this with your cock."

Ryan shuddered, as Lauren continued to stroke him. His cock was hard again.

"But you can get her off now," Lauren continued. "She needs it. She's right there. Just reach out and rub it for her. It's what she wants."

Ryan watched as his hand began rubbing Emily's clit. As his hand touched her and started its motions, his wife's face snapped toward him questioningly. Her mouth hung open and her breath came in gasps, and she nodded at him.

She looked down and watched as Tyler's huge cock plunged into her gaping pussy and her husband rubbed away.

"Yes," Emily moaned. "Fuck, yes. Fuck. Fuck."

Lauren licked Ryan's ear. "Tyler's ruining her pussy right in front of you, Ryan," she purred, her hand stroking Ryan's fully erect penis. "Nothing but a big cock is going to satisfy her from now on. Welcome to your new life."

Ryan nearly came again, but Lauren seemed to sense his excitement and stopped jacking his cock.

Emily, however, shuddered, shook and moaned as she orgasmed. Her entire body gyrated. Pathetic gasps escaped her lips and she couldn't seem to decide if she wanted to look into Ryan's or Tyler's eyes as she came. Her head kept vacillating between the two, until the convulsions stopped and she just stared as Tyler's dick kept penetrating her tender cunt.

When Tyler was certain the orgasm was over, he pulled back from Emily and his huge cock slid out of her pussy with an audible plop. He looked at Ryan and then climbed up and straddled Emily's prone form, resting his dick between her large breasts. Ryan could see the cock was covered with Emily's juice and the cum of multiple orgasms inside his wife.

Emily immediately brought her hands up pushing her huge tits together as he began stroking his cock rhythmically between them. Tyler's cock was so large it almost made Emily's breasts seem a normal size.

Lauren crawled behind Tyler to place her head between Emily's legs. She gave a quick glance toward Ryan, smiled and began licking his wife's semen-filled pussy.

Emily gasped and opened her legs.

"I wanted to do this the first second I saw you," Tyler said, looking down at the spent woman. "Fuck your big, firm tits. It's even better with your husband watching."

Brandon appeared to Tyler's right and next to Emily and was rubbing his hand slowly up and down the length of his recovered cock. Ryan realized he was rubbing his own cock.

"Tell me Emily, do you like facials?" Tyler asked. "Not that it matters whether or not you like them."

Emily's eyes widened.

"I don't do that," she said. "That's just in porn."

Brandon stroked his cock faster next to Emily's face. Her whole body suddenly shuddered. Ryan could see Lauren attacking Emily's pussy with her tongue. She then also had at least two fingers thrusting in the gaping pussy while her tongue worked hard on Emily's clit.

"Do you know what bukkake is Emily?" Tyler asked, smiling, pumping his cock between her tits faster. Ryan's dick was rock hard again.

Emily shook her head and shuddered again.

"Ryan, why don't you explain to her what bukkake is," said Lauren, pausing her attentions between Emily's legs.

Emily groaned in desperation as Lauren's tongue briefly left her pussy. Lauren descended again and a gasp of pleasure escaped Emily's lips. Ryan could see Lauren's tongue was circling Emily's labia while three fingers continued to thrust into her.

Ryan approached his wife, staring at the massive cock tilling her cleavage. He unconsciously began stroking his cock exactly mirroring Brandon on the other side of Emily.

"Bukkake is a type of porn, where multiple men ejaculate on a single woman's face," Ryan said, encyclopedically, looking down at his wife.

Tyler raised his cock up out of the valley of Emily's tits and began rubbing it over her face.

She slowly looked at the three men poised over her.

"In her mouth?" Emily asked, hesitantly, looking at Ryan. "And she swallows?"

"No, Emily," came Lauren's voice from between her legs. "They're going to cover your pretty face with cum... and if you want it in your mouth, you are going to need to scoop it up with your fingers and put it there. Bukkake is very erotic and degrading. You're so beautiful. I can't wait to see you covered in their cum."

Lauren's head descended again.

Emily shuddered, her eyes looking at the three men jacking off, slowly; Brandon, Tyler, then finally resting on her husband and meeting his gaze. Her mouth quivered.

"She's going to make me cum again," she gasped, while kneading her tits before the three men.

"Do it when I'm cumming. Cum on my face... ah... bukkake me... when I'm orgasming. I've never had a facial. Which one of you is going to give me my first facial? Ah fuck... uh..."

Brandon's cock erupted, blasting the side of Emily's moaning face with semen. She gasped while closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue. The second stream landed directly across her eyes like a mask, pooling there. Brandon grunted, jerking himself as another stream landed in Emily's hair.

Emily's shivered and her chest jiggled under Tyler. Her tongue greedily licked the sides of her mouth collecting Brandon's cum.

"Uh... fuck... it's on my face... cum is on my face... don't stop licking," came her quiet plea. Her whole body shook with her obvious orgasm.

"Is that what you want? And another load of cum?" muttered Tyler, his hands flying up down his length.

"Yes," Emily panted.

Emily lifted her head and positioned her face directly in front of his cock, shortening the distance between the two. Her head bobbled pathetically as her orgasm continued, her mouth open. Brandon's sperm slowly dripped down her cheeks.

"Cover her beautiful face," commanded the voice between Emily's legs.

The first blast looked like it came from a firehose. It hit her nose and forehead and splattered equally everywhere. The second jerk of white landed nearly fully in her wide-open mouth. Emily's tongue was extended and the squirt traveled first down her throat and trailed off onto her tongue, chin and neck. Emily choked. Ryan thought she might have tried to breathe Tyler's sperm.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Tyler exclaimed.

The last jerk landed firmly on Emily's forehead and sputtered off to her right ear. Tyler's jerking motion ceased as he fell off from straddling Emily's massive and heaving chest and onto the bed opposite Ryan.

Ryan looked down at his wife. Her face was a mess of semen. She pushed the pooling cum away from her eyes, opened them and looked up at Ryan. Her tongue exited her mouth and she began to lick her semen-covered lips.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked him, breathless from her orgasm. "I don't know what I wanted... look at what they did to me. Did to your wife..."

Ryan mounted Emily, and took Tyler's place between her breasts. Emily's tits were still covered in her own juices and the sperm of multiple partners. He briefly rubbed his cock a few times on them and began stroking his dick harder.

"I don't know," he sputtered, while his hand gyrated over his shaft. "But I've never been this turned on."

Emily raised herself up again and positioned her cum-covered face directly in front of his cock as he continued stroking.

"I think I like it," she whispered, as if it was just the two of them alone. "All of it. All of this. Do it."

Ryan gasped as his first shot of cum joined the rest of the semen on his wife's visage.

Emily gasped. "Yes," she puffed, a tiny cum bubble forming on her lips.

Two more spurts joined the rest of the semen on her face. She opened her eyes briefly to look up to her husband, meeting his gaze. After a few moments, when she was sure there was no more, Emily laid her head back on the bed, spent and exhausted.

Ryan looked down on her motionless body. The cum continued dripping off her cheeks and onto the bed sheet. A crooked smile was on her face. Next to him, Tyler and Brandon rose up off the bed. They both were staring down at his wife's decimated body.

Lauren, then on her knees behind Ryan, reached up and began kneading his shoulders.

"Not bad," she whispered in his ear. "I'm going to go clean up that beautiful wife of yours. You have no idea what you have in this one. Absolutely no fucking idea."

Ryan dismounted his wife's torso, and Lauren leaned into Emily's splayed body and whispered into her ear. Emily got to her feet and Lauren led her to the door as if she were blind, helping her put on a robe as they exited the room.

Tyler, having also donned a robe, tapped him on the shoulder and handed him Emily's bra and panties and a robe.

"She'll be out in the main room and cleaned up in a bit," he said with a smile, nodding toward the door and putting an arm around Ryan's shoulder. "Come on, let's go get a drink or two, and wait for the ladies. I am exhausted and absolutely done for the night. Although I am sure Lauren is going to wake me up at five AM to go again. At least, I hope."

With that, he strode out following a robed Brandon, who was disappearing after the women. Ryan followed.

***

Emily entered the women's room of the club in a daze led by Lauren. Her boss handed her a small towel and took another from the shelf and began cleaning the sperm from Emily's chest. Lauren's hands partly cleaned and somewhat caressed Emily.

"Five years ago, I never would have invited you in here," she said, and paused wiping the towel over Emily's neck and tits. "I wouldn't have thought of you as a good fit for this. But you've changed."

She leaned in close, and kissed her on the lips.

"Tyler and I are looking forward to seeing you a lot more of you and Ryan," she said. "Regularly."

She paused.

"Tyler and I have been recruiting for the club for years, but I need to pass this on to someone else, someone younger," she explained. "In a few years, Tyler and I will age out, which is as it should be. You are going to continue the recruitment in my place, starting next weekend."

Emily stood there, dumbfounded, her face still covered in the semen of three men.

"What are you talking about?" she said.

"There are regularly people who try to get into his club," Lauren explained. "But there are standards. You are going to decide who gets in. It's a Board position that I currently hold and I am relinquishing it to you. That's the tradition."

She leaned in close again, and began kissing Emily's cum-covered face, savoring the cold semen and running her tongue around her cheeks.

"Your first task is to decide if you want to allow Megan in as a member," she said.

Emily looked confused.

"Megan?" she said. "From our office? There is no way I am going to recruit her."

"She's stuck-up, uptight and pig-headed," she added. "But I'm not a pimp. I'm not going to seduce a 26-year-old for the erotic pleasures of the members of a sex club. She deserves better than that. She doesn't want to be a satiated sex object."

Lauren looked at her and smiled.

"She and her husband, on two separate nights, tried to talk their way past the bouncer three weekends ago," Lauren said. "We're sending them a free pass good for two weeks Monday. The bouncer will contact you when they show up at the club. Just like he contacted me when you first showed up."

Emily tried to combine this information with what she knew about Megan, a look of apparent confusion on her face.

"You really have no idea," Lauren said, and leaned in close again, caressing Emily's chest. "The two of you have worked together for more than two years and she can't take her eyes off you. She made a drunken pass at you at the last Christmas party. I think you were too intoxicated to notice before her husband corralled her and took her home.

"Not that I blame her," Lauren added, raising one finger to Emily's chin and gathering a strand of dripping semen. "If you didn't become a lawyer, you should have been a model.

"You have the figure of a pin-up girl and striking facial features to match, which is what makes this so exciting," she added, bringing her finger to her lips and sucking it.

"Type A women are often the most submissive in this environment," Lauren said, with a smile. "I'm pretty much the exception. I've been looking forward to this since we hired Megan. She's going to be a great sub at the club, I think. But that's for you to decide."

Lauren placed her right index finger on Emily's lips. She slowly dragged the finger down the length of her chin, to her neck and between her breasts. She continued adding all of her fingers until the hand found its way between Emily's legs. One finger began to message Emily's clit.

"Your work calendar is free next Wednesday afternoon, and you and your husband will come to my house," she told Emily. "There is a locked room there where we are going to further explore what has been started here tonight."

Lauren brought her left hand up and cupped Emily's right breast, not able to get her hand completely around it.

"Wear what you normally do on the first day for a court case," she added. "I'm going to enjoy deconstructing your confident and aggressive female attorney persona into your real self; that of the obedient and subservient slut you obviously are. My slut."

Emily shivered. Lauren's finger continued its motion between her legs.

"There is some bondage gear there that we are going to put Ryan into so he can watch," she explained. "And my husband is going to have the first of many, many sessions stretching out this tight cunt of yours. Do you think your husband will like watching you? Watching you repeatedly being fucked by Tyler's huge cock. Do you think he will enjoy being cuckolded?"

"I don't know," Emily lied.

"Do you think you will like him watching you being taken in front of him, Emily?" Lauren asked. "Watching you devolve into your true self?"

The fingers continued. Emily whimpered. Her head bobbed.

***

Two whiskeys on the rocks later, and a hand touched Ryan's shoulder. He had changed back into his street clothes. His wife stood behind him with Kayla. She was dressed again in her black cocktail dress featuring the low neckline.

"Good news," said Kayla next to her. "You have both been approved for full membership to the club. Membership information will be emailed to you. The outreach work has been explained already."

Emily nodded and grabbed her man's arm. She gave Kayla a kiss and led him away toward the door.

"Outreach work?" Ryan asked.

"Nothing to worry about," Emily said. "We're part of the club now."

"And what does that mean?" he asked.

"It means you and I are going to seduce my co-worker Megan," Emily said. "I know you find her attractive, and so do I."

Ryan stared at his wife, dumbfounded. He peered closely at her and indicated her face, which still had a sheen.

"Oh, I cleaned up a bit, but not completely -- or at all down below," she said, handing him her wadded up g-string. "I want to go home and go to bed just like this. And in the morning, you can decide what you want to do to me."

Across the room, Emily spotted Madison and waved as she walked to the club's exit.

"We're going over to Lauren's Wednesday afternoon," she added, as she strode to the door, with Ryan following. "Make sure you have the afternoon off. There are some things there you need to see."