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,"