Lisa and Mac - Chapter 8
My wife is introduced to the Club
I am grateful to an anonymous email correspondent who allowed me to use her real life experience as input to enhance this story.
Mac and John had had been very clear in their discussion with me after they had introduced my wife, Lisa, to double penetration which, they had explained to us, was a prerequisite prior to her pending visit to the Club. The date of her initiation had been picked by them to ensure that Lisa would be at the most fertile state in her menstrual period, when she would be at her most attractive to both men and women. To enhance the occasion she and I were to have no sexual contact for the five weeks prior to the visit. And they wanted me to explain this to Lisa.
After they had left Lisa was in a deep sleep in our bed. In order to leave her in peace I retired to the guest room. The next morning was not unusual as we both rushed out of the house to get to work.
That evening we had had supper, cleared the dishes and took our glasses of wine through to the sitting room. The cane was still on display as it had been left by Mac. I noticed Lisa glancing at it. She gave a little shiver.
I sat Lisa down next to me on the sofa. I took her hand. I explained what Mac and John had told me the previous evening. They had said that it would be best if she and I had absolutely no sexual contact from now until after the Club visit. I explained that a combination of the synchronisation of her next ovulation period with the visit, preceded by a long period of chastity would ensure that she would get maximum benefit from the evening at the Club. She would, by then, be in a peak of sexual arousal and attractiveness to others, not unlike a bitch on heat.
Lisa brought up some arguments that I had raised with the two men. We loved each other. We needed to touch, hold and kiss, particularly during this daring and exciting period of our lives and experimentation. We needed each other. We needed to make love. It was as simple as that.
How had it come to this? Six months ago my wife and I were in a loving monogamous relationship. We had been married seven years, were still very much in love, were in good jobs with our own home, and neither of us had any intention of going astray. But Lisa had wanted more. Mac, my friend from work had lent us some magazines, then videos. He had met Lisa a couple of times and was enamoured by her. He privately told me that he thought that she needed training in a more submissive lifestyle.
I had invited him to our house for dinner. After a perfectly normal, some would say vanilla, supper we were taking coffee in the sitting room when he unexpectedly told her to strip. To my utter surprise, and excitement, she obeyed. He had inspected her, telling me how young and beautiful her body was. He had bent her over the dining table and instructed me to hold her hands. He had caned her then whipped her before fucking her hard in front of me over while she was still bent over our dining room table. That had been a first for Lisa and was the most erotic experience in both our lives. Afterwards Mac had explained that he needed 'private time' with her. He had taken her to our bedroom. I had listened to the subsequent lovemaking with increased frustration, but also joy in the knowledge that my Lisa was being well looked after.
As I was reminiscing she saw my cock harden within my trousers. She put her hand on it. I took a sharp breath. "No more masturbation for either of us?" She asked.
"No." I replied. "It is an orgasm ban for both of us." She took her hand away. I nearly screamed with frustration. "Denial is supposed to be exciting for us both," I added.
The next few weeks were hell.
When you live with a woman you love it is almost impossible to avoid admiring her as she moves around you. You can't stop yourself from looking at her with lascivious thoughts, and touching her affectionately. Perhaps one sees a breast in outline through a tight blouse or sweater. One's immediate reaction is to touch. Or perhaps she smiles. There is a sudden urge to kiss the smiling lips. To touch her cheek. If she bends over to pick something up one needs desperately to gently touch that lovely shaped bottom, or better still, hold the hips as one's cock nestles through the clothing in the soft flesh.
Ours was not an enormous house so it was inevitable, as we passed each other in the corridor, or as we did things in the kitchen, there would be occasional contact. These small contacts were becoming unbearable, particularly since we could not develop them.
Even though I was abiding by the rules by sleeping in the spare room I was hurting from the sexual abstention and I knew that Lisa was as well.
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A couple of weeks after he had visited us Mac suggested that we should meet in the pub on Friday after work. Before leaving I let slip to Mac that Lisa was not working that afternoon if he wanted to see her. He jumped at the chance, explaining that if we met at the pub there would be no temptation to take matters further! I sent her a text:
"Join us at the pub at 5.30."
"Sound good. Us?"
"Yes, Mac and me."
"Oh, should I worry?"
"No bra."
"What, in public?"
"Yes, in public. No bra."
Mac and I arrived first. While I got pints for us and a glass of wine for Lisa he found a quiet table in the corner of the room.
"How do you feel about Lisa being on display at the Club? Mac asked me.
"Well, Lisa has been very excited by the way you have been developing the different scenarios. You were dong things to her that I could never do. That last session with John and you both taking her at the same time was amazing."
"Yes, but how do you feel about your wife being made available to our members?
"I think that the Club will be a good next step for her."
"You must understand that she will be hurt and she will be abused. Surely you have reservations on your wife being treated like that."
I had to think hard as to how I could express my feelings properly to Mac.
