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Ladies' Luncheon Circle

Chapter 13: The Cost of Clothes

Sarah's Visit to Bill

The following week in August, after Mark had finally learned of the lunch group's activities and had Sarah hand her clothes to Bill, Sarah found herself at Bill's door. The strangely cool August wind nipped at Sarah's bare legs as she stood on the porch of Bill's impressive ranch-style home in Willow Creek. It was late afternoon, the curtains were half-drawn, the living room dim with the flicker of a muted TV. Her short jacket barely covered the sundress she'd thrown on, no panties, per Mark's lingering command.

Before the luncheons upended her life, Sarah recalled her vanilla past. Sarah and Mark had been a textbook couple, married eight years, vanilla sex once a week unless she didn't feel like it, missionary or cowgirl, no kinks beyond a vibrator she hid in her drawer. Boyfriends before Mark had been tame, some fumbling oral, quick fucks, nothing wild. Megan and Bill mirrored them, ten years wed, straight as arrows, occasional blowjobs their boldest move. The luncheons shattered that: Sarah and Megan enjoyed Daniel and James's tongues front and back, while Bill and Mark stewed, sexually bored and betrayed. Mark, especially, seethed over Sarah's sidepiece, Elise, her curvy frame and D-cup tits a taunt he couldn't ignore.

At home, Mark cornered Sarah that morning. "Time to get your clothes from Bill's, promised you'd suck or fuck whomever I say, remember?" Sarah's stomach dropped, her voice tight, "Mark, no, that was one night!" He smirked, "You broke our rules first, Elise's twat on your tongue? Go." She drove to Bill's, knuckles white, and knocked timidly, "tap-tap," heart thudding. The door swung open, revealing Megan in a thin robe, her chastity belt showing through, her face flushing red, obviously reluctantly expecting her. "Oh... Sarah," Megan stammered, eyes darting away. Sarah froze, stammering, 'Megan, I... I didn't...' The air thickened with mutual shame; two straight wives caught in their husbands' game.

Megan led her inside, as she turned Sarah noticed that the robe didn't cover her ass which was glowing red. Megan then whispered, "Bill's waiting. He... he's making me watch, "cuckquean," he calls it. I'm next for Mark." Sarah's throat tightened as they reached the living room. Bill lounged on a recliner, shirtless, a beer in hand, Sarah's folded clothes, blouse, skirt, panties, on the coffee table. "Ask for 'em," he grunted. Sarah swallowed, "Bill, can I please have my clothes back?" He leaned forward, eyes glinting. "Why'd you lose 'em? Details - now." He asked purely to humiliate her. She squirmed, "Mark...he made me strip at your place. Said I'd get 'em next week, but..." Bill pressed, "Why nude? What'd you do?" Her cheeks burned, "He spanked me, made me... submit. Left me bare 'til Monday."

Bill smirked, "Costs to pay, Sarah? Agreed?" She hesitated, "I...okay, but just this once." He shook his head, "Nah, this will take some time." He turned to Megan, "Undress her." Megan's hands trembled, peeling Sarah's jacket, then dress, exposing her bare tits, pierced clit, shaved slit, and tight ass. Both women blushed furiously, Megan muttering, "Sorry," Sarah whispering, "God, no..." Bill barked, "Prep her, mouth on her, now." Megan froze, "Bill, I'm not...!" He growled, "Do it, cuck." Tears pricked Megan's eyes as she knelt, lips trembling, kissing Sarah's nipples, soft, reluctant, then licking her slit, tongue flicking her clit. Sarah gasped, "Oh fuck, stop!" her body betraying her, wetness blooming.

Bill explained that he also had a mission in addition to enjoying her whenever and however he wanted. Mark was too nice and perhaps shy in asking for what he wanted in the bedroom. Bill intended to help his old friend out by dramatically expanding Sarah's sexual limits, skills, and experiences and destroying any hesitation or reluctance, making her sexually obedient to her husband. "First, we have to find out your current level of experience," Bill interrogated, voice low: "Sex life, Sarah, spill it. Mark, boyfriends, kinks, toys, fantasies, everything." She bargained, "I'll fuck you, but not that!" Megan's tongue swirled, weakening her, and Bill pressed, "Talk or you spend the next 30 minutes over my lap as I redden you ass." Sarah broke, "Mark's vanilla, missionary, five minutes. I suck him sometimes, he cums fast. Boyfriends, oral as I didn't want to get pregnant, doggy-style with guys in college, hated anal when I tried it. Vibrator's my only toy, small, purple, Mark doesn't know. Fantasies... uh, tied up, spanked maybe, never told him,"

Bill knew she was leaving many things out. Bill grinned, "Variations? Kinks?" She sobbed, "None, just...Elise's pussy lately, forced!" He dug deeper, "How's Mark fuck you? Hard? Slow?" "Slow, loving, done in ten!" Megan's licks unravel her resolve. Bill noted the dichotomy, saying, "So you are pretty much a traditional suburban wife with a vanilla sex life with your husband who just happens to have a slave girl of her own on the side?" "What is it you do with that slave girl? Who had her nipples pierced?" Sarah tried to explain that it was all just for fun at the luncheons and that Elise was submissive when she met her. "All they ever did was have Elise lick her to orgasm because," she started to cry and then finished, "I wasn't satisfied with sex with Mark." Bill wondered aloud, "And did you do everything you could to satisfy Mark? Well, don't worry, soon you will do anything and everything." Now that she was clearly broken, Bill continued asking her personal questions, mainly designed to embarrass her and teach her that she could control nothing; she had no privacy with him. He made her detail her menstrual cycle and what hygiene products she used, how Mark's cum tasted, her thoughts re spit or swallow, and her current state of arousal.

Bill stood, listing new acts: "You're mine now, whenever Mark and I decide. Mark loves you, and I'm not going to hurt you, well, maybe in some sexual ways. Over the next few months, we're going to have you begging for deep anal, a little exposure excitement, fucking you in the backyard, on the car hood, trips to the theater, restaurants, and walks, bra-less with sheer blouses and short skirts with no panties. You'll learn to love giving blowjobs while riding, nude car rides, learn to use lots of toys for yourself and to show off to me, Mark, and others, and you'll learn to tongue-fuck assholes, both men's and women's. You'll get used to the paddle, crop, nipple clamps, butt plugs, etc., not just as a way to motivate you in your sexy slut development, but also as punishment when necessary, and, most importantly as entertainment and to just please whatever man or women you're with.

You've already started your lessons in girl-girl fun, but you'll learn to love it and be much better at it. Later we might add multiple partners, certainly double penetrations, maybe triple, and I've always wanted to try wax and electric play, dripping wax on your tits and cunt and attaching electrodes to your nipples, clit, and a metal butt plug up your asshole. Your desires are not going to even be considered. Finally, something you haven't seemed to mind watching other be subjected to, you're going to practice piss play, we'll see how you like being on the receiving end of a golden shower and drinking some golden nectar. You'll be learning to do anything I want and lest I forget, you'll have your ass stretched for easy accommodation. The last two activities about piss and stretching her ass scared Sarah but she knew it also excited her somewhere in the back of her mind. She thought, I was never like this before the damn luncheons.

Bill stripped, cock hard, and bent Sarah over the couch. Megan was forced to lube up her asshole and watch, inches from Sarah's ass. He rammed in, "Fuck, it hurts!" thrusting deep, grunting, "First of many." Megan tried to slip away, but Bill snapped, "Stay close, lick her slit while I fuck her ass." She knelt, tonguing Sarah's cunt, tears falling as Bill pounded, Sarah's cries, "Oh god, no!" mixing with his groans. He finished inside her, pulling out "Next time, mouth skills and pussy fucking" and tossed her her clothes. "Go. Megan's turn tomorrow."

As Sarah left holding her jacket and clothes from the other night, she felt the cool breeze tickling her nether region under her only clothing, the sun dress. She worried that the dress was so short that Bill's semen, now leaking down her thigh from her recently violated asshole would be visible to any neighbors she might meet on the way to her car. Sarah now understood that her visit to Bill was not a one-time thing but that she would be used by Bill several times a week for the foreseeable future. She also knew that her exclusively dominant position in the lunch group and with Elise was a thing of the past. She would now take her turn as a submissive being used by the husbands, and some of the women, as they desired. In her mind, she vowed to herself to be the best sexual partner Mark could ever have, but her resolve warred with her lingering dominance. Still, she would learn to deny him nothing, provide him with whatever, and even whomever he wanted, and would learn to be a true submissive, providing him with whatever amusements she could.

Megan's Visit to Mark

The next evening, Megan stood at Mark's house just down the street, robe clutched tight, Bill's words echoing, "Mark's favor, cuckquean, you're his now." She knocked, soft and scared, and Mark opened, smirking in boxers. "Megan, come in." She blushed, "Mark, I..." the awkwardness suffocating, her straight life crumbling.

Having spoken in great detail with Bill, Mark gave Megan a speech similar to the one Bill had given Sarah. Megan, maybe, wasn't quite as reserved as Sarah, and even though Bill was more of an Alpha-type than Mark, he now knew he had trouble pushing his own wife for a less vanilla sexual life. Again, some of this just didn't make sense, he thought, noting that Megan now stood before him in minimal clothing but was still wearing her chastity belt. Given both Sarah and Megan's recent luncheon antics Mark knew he'd be able to really push Megan, plus he was really looking forward fucking her whenever and however he wanted. Like Sarah, Megan had thoughts that this was a one-time swap, but Mark quickly dissuaded her of any such notion, explaining that he would be guiding her sexual expansion for some time and was frankly looking forward to her being often on her knees sucking his cock or bent over taking his cock in the ass or her cunt. He had practiced using this kind of language, finally understanding that the meek, concerned, loving husband type wasn't going to transform his sex life as he desired. He turned to Sarah, who was standing by to mirror Megan's actions of the day before, "Undress her." Sarah's hands shook, stripping Megan's robe revealing her bare tits, studded clit, and slit glistening through the slats of her belt despite her shame. Both winced, Sarah muttering, "Fuck, not again," Megan choking, "Please..." Mark ordered, "Prep her, tongue her good." Sarah knelt, unlocking the belt with the key only recently loaned by Laura, humiliated, licking Megan's nipples, hardening under protest, then her slit, clit pulsing as Megan moaned, "No, stop!" her wetness betraying her.

Following Bill's lead, Mark grilled her: "Sex life, Bill, past, kinks, all of it." Megan resisted, "I'll do it, not talk!" Mark didn't threaten her like Bill had but simply had Sarah hand him a riding crop and smack her ass repeatedly, when she turned to protect her ass he placed a few hits on her, until seconds ago, protected pussy. He started to aim for her tits, but the crop coupled with Sarah's relentless tongue broke her, "Bill's quick, doggy's his favorite, done in three. Suck him monthly, he likes it sloppy. Boyfriends, mainly college, fucked a few, almost always missionary, more blowjobs than fucking, I'm told I'm good at blowjobs and licking balls, only one boyfriend ate me out and he sucked at it. No toys, fantasized about... spanking, maybe." Mark pressed, "Kinks? Positions?" "None, just... James's tongue now!" Sarah's licks forcing every word.

Mark discussed expanding her sexual repertoire, listing many of the same acts that Bill had with Sarah. Some of Bill's interests had differing priorities; for example, he wanted her to learn to take enemas. Mark would, of course, see that Bill was accommodated by teaching her to take ever-expanding enemas with many different mixtures. For his interest, he was going to use her to fully satisfy his large equipment. Her ass and cunt would be stretched but he didn't anticipate the need use artificial devices often, he figured his equipment would do the job. But what he was really looking forward to was fucking her mouth, he knew it was going to take lots of practice for her to take all of his cock down her throat but figured once she could take him she'd be suitable for anyone.

Of course, she'd also get good at licking pussy and any other lesbian action he could think of to turn him on, plus he had a thing for anonymous sex. She'd be getting fucked, sucked, two-sums, three-sums all while blindfolded and he intended never to let her know who was having her but teasing her every time anyone even looked at her by allowing her to wonder if that person had fucked her or she had orally satisfied them, he was a bit embarrassed about that particular dominant imposition but figured now he could do anything he wanted guilt free.

He dropped his boxers, cock thick, and took Megan's mouth, pushing just past where there was some gurgling but stopped short of depositing his load down her throat, pulling her standing, legs spread for a proper fucking. He didn't restrain himself as much now. He pulled Sarah's face inches from her slit as he thrust, making her watch the action close up. "Fuck, tight!" Megan crying "Oh god, please!" his hands squeezing her tits hard, her gasps ragged as his tool, larger than she'd ever had, pounded her cunt. Sarah stayed, tears streaking, as Mark pulled out, mindful of Laura's admonition to not let Megan cum until her belt time was over, and finished on Megan's tits. Sarah learning, knew what to do without being asked and licked the ejaculate off Megan's tits, even lingering unnecessarily on her nipples, thinking maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Emboldened by the last two days' events, Mark sent Megan to her car after having Sarah replace and lock her chastity belt. She wore nothing else. Although it was evening and her car was in Mark and Sarah's driveway, close to the front door, the walk to her car door and the time spent fumbling with the keys to open it seemed to last forever. Like Sarah the day before, Megan sat in her car with mixed feelings. She had never been anything but dominant in the lunch group but felt a strange tingling in her sex from Mark's domination and her interactions with Sarah. She also felt guilty about enjoying such a wild and diverse sex life while reducing Bill to a vanilla existence for so many years. Before starting the car, she committed herself to giving Bill anything he desired or could even imagine. Besides, she didn't think she would really mind the excitement of Bill, and possibly others, having their way with her a few times a week.

Although it was only a few blocks back to her house, she had made a small puddle on her leather upholstery through her belt during the short drive. She wondered, was it the thought of all the upcoming sex with Mark and others, or the possibility of being exposed to neighbors on the way home? Upon arriving home, she parked at the far end of the driveway instead of in the garage and slowly walked to the house, holding her head up proudly. She left her keys in the car, so she'd have to ring the bell and have Bill let her in. As soon as he did so, she would make sure he understood that she was his to use or loan out in any way.

Finally, in early September, Megan's chastity belt time was paid off. Megan and Sarah had had many visits with each other's husbands over the last month and were learning to expand their sexual activities and deepen their submission to their husbands. They decided to celebrate Megan's release. The timing was fortuitous, Bill's car was in the shop, and he had carpooled with Mark into the city. They would have loved to listen to the car chatter as the guys commuted into and out of town. Mark would drop Bill off at his place around 7:00 p.m. before heading home, a few minutes away.

To set things up, the girls called Laura to get the key to Megan's chastity belt and asked her to help with their plan for their husbands. They planned a ball licking party with no cock touches just to see how horny they could get the men. Laura arrived late in the afternoon with the key to find Megan squirming to get the belt off. When Laura told her to remain still while she got the correct key, Megan answered in a non-gracious manner, to which Laura said, "Well then, let's wait a bit more, shall we?" Megan was devastated, but the girls continued to make their plans with Laura's help. Once the men got there, they would strip the guys and go to work licking their balls but explain to them that they weren't to touch their cocks. The guys could simply ignore them or grab them and fuck them, but the girls were pretty sure that any suggestion of kinkiness would have them playing along.

A little after 6:00 p.m., when they would have left the city, Sarah texted both men and said to make sure Mark stopped in when he dropped off Bill, as they were planning a "ball licking party." Bill had been hoping that Megan would be belt-free when he got home as he wanted some alone time to finally fuck her, something denied him these last three months but, the text gave him pause.

With everything set up, Laura unlocked Megan but produced a paddle and proceeded to spend the next 45 minutes leisurely spanking her for her previous tantrum. She said it would help, that men sometimes needed help finding things, and that her bright red backside would guide Bill in for a landing. Laura then directed Sarah to call Elise and ask her to come over. Elise arrived shortly before the men and started to undress as a trained slave should, but Laura stopped her and told her to leave her business attire on except for her top. She soon stood there wearing a tight skirt, full makeup, heels and hose but with her tits fully on display. Sarah was confused, but Laura explained that Sarah would not be touched and was there only to excite the men.

As they heard the car pull up, Laura attached biting nipple clamps to both Sarah and Megan, who were otherwise completely nude. Elise was told to go out to the driveway and help the men with their briefcases and whatnot. Upon entering the living room, already excited by their porter's tits, the men found Sarah and Megan kneeling together with harsh clamps biting into their nipples. Laura explained the rules and had the men strip. It would be 30 minutes of only ball licking, any spurts, and that man would be disqualified from further activities. The nipple clamps could only be removed after a fucking.

Both men stripped quickly, throwing their clothes on the floor. Megan and Sarah immediately knelt under the standing men and began sloppily tonguing their ball sacks. The women had both taken some of the new saliva-production-increasing mints from their local drug store, so their ball licking was very wet and sloppy indeed, they were drooling all over their tits, their nipples maybe cooled under the clamps by running drool but that was only a hope, the burning in their nipples from the clamps continued. Laura, ever in charge, said switch, and the women crawled to tongue the other man's ball sack, a process that repeated every few minutes. Laura ordered Elise to collect the clothes on the floor and neatly fold them. When finished she had Elise stand in front of the men and play with her enormous tits, fondling them and pulling on the nipple rings. Elise's eyes lingered on Sarah, her genuine desire suppressed, pretending her breast fondling was for Sarah.