Table Eight

Table Eight

Headlights.

Good, he's home. Just a few more minutes now.

I'd been home about an hour. As I was going through the mail, I froze. I dropped everything, went to the bedroom and got undressed. Steeping into the bathroom, I freshened my makeup and brushed out my long hair. I put on a very short silken robe and left it open. A spritz of special perfume on my neck, between my breasts and on my inner thighs. I stepped into a pair of my highest heels.

Next was to prepare two drinks. Drinks we had carefully selected for this event.

Candles were lit.

Then I waited in the den, where I had left the mail.

As he walked in, he called to me. I answered summoning him to the den.

He put his arms around me and we kissed briefly.

"You look terrific, what's going on?"

I handed him one of the drinks and kept the other for myself. I was shaking so bad I almost spilled them.

"No!"

I handed him the envelope from the mail that had stunned me so bad. Rose colored stationary with gold trim and our names and address. Nothing else.

"Oh God, No!"

I held him tight as we both held the envelope. I was visibly trembling.

We sat down and he opened it.

Inside was the invitation we had been waiting months for.

On one sheet was the word 'Tomorrow', a time, a confirmation number and a phone number to send a message to. Instructions were to send simply Yes or No. Nothing else.

Those that sent Yes would be contacted within a few hours with an address.

The next page had a reminder of the dress codes. Men were to be in full suits, with tie and polished shoes. Women were to be in cocktail dresses or short evening dresses not below mid thigh. Bra, panties, garter belt and stockings were required and would be checked before admission was granted. Heels were to be dressy, no less than 4 inches, with 5 or 6 preferred. Single sole, no platforms, no straps.

Hair, face and nails were to be done, no jewelry of any kind (including rings) aside from single earring in each ear as long as they didn't dangle below the lobe.

I looked at my husband again and we just stared at each other for moment. We kissed. He typed the number into his phone. I typed Yes. He pressed Send. Auto reply acknowledged receipt and said to wait for further contact.

Went to bed and had an intensely passionate session.

Saturday morning meant we could sleep in, then have breakfast on the patio. We hadn't eaten the night before due to the surprise, so we kind of loaded up a plate and went outside. He had a robe on but I liked the feel of the morning Sun on my naked breasts.

"Are we really going to do this?" he asked.

"Honey, we've waited for what almost a year now?"

"Yeah, close to that. I'd almost forgotten about it."

"I was so nervous when I saw that envelope. I started tingling everywhere and couldn't wait for you to get home and take me to bed."

His phone pinged. We recognized the address as a dinner club in a town about 50 miles away.

"Sweetheart I love you, but we don't have to go."

"I love too you too and I want to. If you do."

"Yeah, I do."

"Are you sure you can watch me there?"

"If you're sure you want me to watch you."

"I don't even know if I'll be selected and the rules said I could decline even up to the last moment."

I sat on his lap and held him. He put his hand on my breast and kissed me

"I guess we're going."

"I guess we are."

We spent most of the day getting ready and picking out my outfit. His was easy.

We made love and showered together. I went to my vanity and went to work on my face and hair. Sultry and seductive was the goal. We were both still naked when he first saw me. They way his cock jumped to attention told me I didn't have to ask him if he liked how I looked. It made me chuckle though and I patted it on the head.

"Down boy, maybe later"

He loved to help me dress. I loved having his hands on me fitting my clothes into place. The pewter lace garter belt was first. Then the stockings. He really loved rolling those up my legs. He got to put his face right at my trimmed pussy to attach the front straps, then around to my toned ass to fasten the rears.

"Honey, did you just kiss my ass?"

"Sweetheart, it's so beautiful I couldn't resist!"

"Pervert!"

Next step was the matching pewter panties with rhinestones on the front panel. I hated wearing panties unless they were really decorative and these were. My husband slid them up my legs and fit them securely into place over my mound and buttocks. He was behind me and I held out my arms to pass through the straps of the matching pewter bra. He clipped in into place behind me and used his strong hands to fit the cups over my breasts.

I placed my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as he put my silver heels on my feet. These were far higher than I usually wore, but they'd be OK for tonight. I took a few steps over to the full length mirror to see myself. My hand immediately went to my pussy. I was fucking gorgeous!!

He had my dress in his hands.

"Time to cover it all up Susan."

"Oh, do I have to?"

"For a little while.

"Okayyyy", I whined

I stepped into the strapless silver dress. He pulled it up into place and fastened the bodice tightly. The skirt was almost a petticoat and stopped well above mid thigh. The straps of the bra I selected were chains with rhinestones, so a strapless dress was fine. On a normal night I'd have to be careful how I sat. This wasn't a normal night though.

It only took him a couple of minutes to get dressed. And we were out the door.

The chatter in the car was getting more intense.

"Do you think I'll get selected?"

"I don't know"

"Do you hope I'll get selected?"

"You know, at first I wasn't really sure. But now, only an hour or so away, yeah, I think I do. What about you?"

I had my dress pulled up and was rubbing my panties again. My husband's hand was on my leg.

"Yes dear, I do. I really do. I want this to happen."

"Then I hope for you, it does."

"Thank you my love."

The butterflies in my stomach were almost as intense as the tingling in my upper thighs.

We pulled into the parking lot among several other vehicles. When he opened the door for me and helped me out, we just stood and held each other close for what seemed like an hour. I was getting more than moist. I needed this.

Other couples dressed as we were got out of their cars and walked to the door.

As we stood in line waiting to be checked in, the ladies all chatted a bit telling each other how pretty they were and wishing them luck. Hair, skin colors and height varied widely. There were only two patterns. All of us were trim and fit and extremely attractive. It was almost like a pageant of some kind. This explained why the application required full length nude pictures of us.

All of us knew what would happen. It's why we were here. None of us knew who it would happen to.

I hadn't really been paying attention to what was going on at the front of the line, but we were next. My husband handed the attendant our invitation and the confirmation number was checked and verified.

While I nervously held my husband's hand for support, a male attendant examined my dress, holding my breast and pulling the dress away to confirm I had a bra on. He lifted the front of my dress to check for panties and a garter belt. My body shivered and tingled at his touch. It didn't feel unwelcome at all. They were telling us they were in control and my calm reaction reinforced our consent.

A third attendant had us sign the agreement and let us pass, handing us another card with only the numeral 8. Not a single word had been spoken by any of them.

It was a large room with tables arranged in a crescent around a small central stage. Soft jazz music was playing quietly to help set the mood.

Waitresses were all nude except for spike heels and collars. One looked at the card and directed us to Table 8. We selected a couple of drinks from a list of options and she brought them to us. Several others were serving other tables.

As the house lights went down, the stage light came up.

A very handsome man in a tuxedo approached the stage and spoke.

"Thank you everyone for being here tonight. We understand this has been a long process and may have caused some tough decisions for you. Please remember that the multiple forms you have signed during this process, including the one at the front door have granted us all the consent required. We will not be asking you again. You are of course free to deny and leave the premises at any time you wish. If you deny any contact, you will be required to leave immediately. You will not be allowed to remain as a non-consenting spectator. We shall now begin."

My husband and I had been hugging or holding hands the entire time. We didn't want to let go of each other. I could almost feel his heart beat in his hand.

The man began to roam among the tables addressing each woman by asking her to stand. It was really more like examining, maybe inspecting, perhaps auditioning. Would they flinch at his touch? Some he kissed. Some he hugged. Some he fondled openly. He might lift one lady's dress, or caress another's breast. He may run his hand over her leg or just put his hand under her dress and feel her pussy. When he got to me, he raised the back of my dress to look at my ass. I heard him gasp. His hand moved around to cup my mound. His touch there electrified me and I almost crushed my husband's hand. I was trembling as I sat down while he moved away.

Once he'd visited each table, he went back to the center. Large screens arranged behind the stage lit up each one of them displaying four different camera views. Three of the nude waitresses were there waiting for him and together they undressed him revealing a very athletic and muscular physique. One waitress went to her knees and took his larger than average cock into her mouth. A second laid back on the raised platform and opened her legs for him. He used his fingers to penetrate her pussy. The third was behind him licking his ass. The use of the girls was showing on the screens in great detail, much larger than life size.

A fourth nude girl came on stage carrying a stanchion with a large dildo affixed to it and placed it in front of him. The two girls servicing him were dismissed and the one on the platform was left to writhe in place with a vibrator he had placed in her.

The fourth girl stood between him and the mounted toy. He picked her up by the waist and she spread her legs like cheerleader doing the splits. He lowered her down, impaling her on the toy, then raised and lowered her on it like a rag doll, fucking her with it while her legs flailed wildly.

They wanted us to see the kinds of things that might happen with whoever was selected. I wanted it to happen to me.

He lifted her off the device set her down on her feet again. She dutifully used a cleaning rag to clean it and sanitize it. Would I experience that device? Could I? She approached the third girl on the platform, removed the vibrator from her cunt and helped her off stage. One of the other girls returned to retrieve the vibrator and wipe the platform down. She also used a rag to clean the man's cock.

The girls disappeared back stage. The man stepped off stage and walked between the tables again, this time with his rigid cock jutting out in front of him. He made sure we all saw it up close and encouraged several of the women to touch it or kiss it. At the table beside us, he put it to the lady's lips urging her to open her mouth which she did. He pushed in and held it there. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed in farther, then pulled out and fucked her face for a short time with her husband just a foot away from her. My mouth was watering and dry at the same time.

One of the nude waitresses appeared by his side with a rag to clean him off again. She leaned over the lady's husband, brushing her firm breast across his face and pushed the rag into his suit coat pocket.

The man stood in front of me, his cock in my face and his hand out. My pussy went nuts. My right hand grabbed my husband's hand as I placed my left hand in the man's. I let go of my husband's hand and stood up. I was passing myself off to him.

The man had me stand in front the table facing my husband. He lifted my dress and lowered my panties down my legs to the floor. Once I stepped out of them, he picked them up, smelled them, rubbed them over his cock and handed them to my husband.

I looked back at him, mouthed 'I love you' and blew him a kiss as the man led me to the stage.

The cameras were on me now as the man's hand's roamed freely over every part of me. One was focused on my mouth as he forced his fingers in. Another was on my waist as he raised my dress and his hand roamed over my bare pussy.

His hands were on my shoulders pushing me to my knees in front of him. He ran his cock all over my face and neck. He rubbed it over the bridge of my nose and put it right in front of my eyes so I could almost see into the hole and look down the length. He forced my lips open and pushed it into my mouth like he had he other lady. But he didn't stop like he did with her. He kept pushing trying to get it down my throat. Using my hair, he lifted my head to changed the angle and pushed deeper and deeper yet. He pulled out to let me take a breath and then pushed back in. One more time, out and in. Then again and on the last time I felt my throat open and take him all. I thought It would go to my stomach.

Once he pulled out, it took me a minute to get my breath back. I knew my throat would hurt the next day but at the moment I was weirdly proud of myself for being able to take it all.

He unzipped my dress and let it fall away. Yes, I had still been fully dressed to this point. I stepped out of it. He unclasped my bra, tossed it aside and his hands and mouth mauled my tits. I was naked for all to see and the cameras showed me to them all. I was standing with my legs parted widely as he ran his hands over from neck to thighs and back. They also saw him push his fingers into me.

He lifted me with ease and laid me on the platform opening my legs as wide as he could. One of cameras zoomed in on my crotch and displayed my pussy and asshole on an 8' high resolution monitor so clearly the people could pick out my hairs, goosebumps and the glistening of my secretions. He fingered me again first, also displayed on a screen from same camera. Next was a vibrator inserted into my cunt and another into my ass. Yet another camera was focused in so close on my breasts the crowd could see them jiggling and my nipples reacting.

The vibrator in my cunt was removed and a dildo inserted. That was removed and larger one inserted, the a large one, then another. My cunt was being stretched to accept his cock and I knew it. And I loved it. And I longed for it. I wasn't sure I needed to be stretched, but the thrill of being so used made me welcome it.

I wanted this man to fuck me in front of all these people. It's why I came here. It what I told my husband almost a year ago when we filled out the application that required me to write in my own handwriting that I wanted to be fucked on stage in front of a group of people and that I consented to be used in other ways for the crowd's entertainment.

There were essentially no limits as long as I wasn't hurt and I could call a safe word at any moment.

He pulled the last dildo out my cunt but left the vibrator in my ass. He pulled me to the edge of the platform and let my legs hang over. From this position, he could stand between my legs and my gaping cunt was at the same level as his cock. The camera above focused on my opening and depicted his entry in graphic detail to my husband and everyone else. I tried to see my husband, but the lights blocked out the crowd and quite frankly my attention was on the man fucking me. He pulled out and let the camera show how wide open my cunt was. He pushed the largest dildo into me again to keep me open.

He rolled me over facedown so my feet could touch the floor. Using my juices as lubrication he began the same process on my asshole, larger and larger and larger until I was open enough to take him.

When he pulled the largest dildo out of my ass, he stuck his tongue into it. I'd been rimmed and had my ass eaten, but I had never felt a tongue inside my asshole. I knew what was coming next an I tried to brace myself for it, but it still took me by surprised when I felt his cock back there I screamed when he pushed into my ass. I screamed loud. Not in pain, but in sheer exstacy.

He fucked my ass mercilessly until I felt him unload and flood me. He pulled out and lifted me up on his shoulder with my legs dangling in front of him. He was displaying me to the audience, showing them my gaping cunt and ass dripping with his cum. I could see the lewd display on the big screens behind us. It was odd to see his cum pouring out of my ass and feel it and the same time. The next thing I knew I was impaled on that stanchion mounted dildo. But he didn't fuck me on it like he did the other girl. He adjusted it it so I could stand there relatively comfortable. He stood behind me and with his hands around me from behind, went back to mauling my tits quite roughly. It was rough yet somehow it didn't hurt and almost felt good. Like a firm massage. A camera showed a close up of his juices, or mine, or a combination of both running out of me and down the pole and my legs over my expensive stockings to pool on the floor at my feet.

Walking away, he left me alone on the pole, squirming, writhing in pleasure for what seemed like hours, but was really only a few minutes.

Returning, I felt his strong arm around my waist. He lifted me off the pole, put his other arm under my legs cradling me and carried me back stage. I heard a massive round of applause as we left.

It was over and I was happy for the experience. One of the girls collected my clothes and shoes.

I was laid on a bed and tended to. He put a robe on and sat with me asking me if I was OK. He was kind and gentle and thanked me profusely for letting him do those things. He held my hand gently and talked softly with me, even laughing and joking. He apologized for being so rough on my breasts and hoped they wouldn't bruise. Within a few minutes were talking like old friends.

I looked up to see my husband being escorted to my side.

"I'm, fine honey. I'm really fine. It was all I hoped for and more. I just need to rest for a few more minutes and we can go home."

He and the man talked for a few minutes, shook hands and even hugged.

Somebody brought me a soft pull over dress and some slippers. They also handed me a bag with my clothes and heels. In it was a computer drive with the only copy of all the video from all the cameras.

After maybe another half hour I stood up and they helped me to the car. I fell asleep on the way home. My husband said there was a smile on my face all the way though.

The next day at home, we laid in bed cuddling together watching the video.