The Meeting
"Sweetie?" she called from the bathroom as she prepared to go to a meeting of her group that evening.
"Yes, Honey," I replied, looking up from the TV while comfortably ensconced in my recliner in the living room.
"Would you please come to our meeting with me tonight? We could really use your input on a few matters of interest to us, and it would mean a great deal to me."
As I would never make her beg under these conditions, I was on my feet and off to get ready in moments. "Of course, Honey," I said as I brushed by her and lightly kissed her on the cheek. "Anything for you!" I walked into the bedroom and was surprised to see a complete outfit laid out for me on the bed. "Put on the clothes I laid out for you, please," she called.
They weren't my best clothes, but obviously she wanted me to wear them. "Okay," I returned and quickly put them on so as not to disappoint my wife, tucking the fresh dress shirt into my pants as I left the room.
We left the driveway with my wife driving and cruised for what seemed to be a considerable distance in the failing light of dusk to wind up turning into the driveway of a modest house in the suburbs. By the time we arrived, my sense of direction was so turned around that I realized that I no longer had any idea where we were. My wife parked up the driveway a car length. From here, we were ushered through a side door and into the house.
In the kitchen of the house, there were four other women already gathered talking and laughing amongst themselves as we were let in and introduced. We joined the crowd and I mingled as best as I could but was mainly quiet as I listened to the various conversations of the other ladies as they chatted about their daily lives.
Our hostess name was Cheyenne. She was a raven black haired beauty with big dark eyes who was an office manager for AT&T. The first time I laid eyes on her, she was approaching me with a smile and a drink, both of which I gratefully accepted. She stood about 5'5" tall, weighed 110 pounds, with very pert looking C cup breasts under the loose fitting dress she was wearing. If I had known what was in the drink and where this was leading when it began, I may not have accepted it at all.
A buxom, bubbly, platinum blond with piercing blue eyes and D cup rack named Brooke, who evidently ran heavy equipment, was introduced to me. She stood about 5'4" and couldn't have weighed more than 105 pounds all told, soaking wet. She was dressed in old jeans and a baggy sweatshirt top that flattered her chest marvellously.
A short, bubbly little strawberry blond named Heather now hove into view. Apparently, she was quite a successful cardiologist. She had the most striking grey eyes, as well some of the biggest breasts I'd ever seen live. To hazard a guess, I would have to say she was about triple D cup. This little BBW stood at 5'3" and weighed about 180 pounds, so there was a lot of her to love. She was clad in a top and skirt outfit that complemented her shape perfectly. When she turned to talk with someone else, her wonderful heart shaped ass was perfectly displayed. "I'm all about hearts!" she said flashing her dazzling smile. I'm sure she could charm a crow out of food simply by flashing that toothy grin.
There was tall ginger woman with striking green eyes hovering around the edges of the conversations in the room whose name, I was informed, was Kelly and she was a pilades instructor for a living.. She had on a loose fitting green and brown pant suit slung on over her 5'11", 145 pound, well tethered body. Her C cup breasts contrasted with the design on the pant suit, so made them stand out. I studiously did not stare at them for fear of making her more uncomfortable than she already appeared to be. She gave me a strange vibe as I continued to observe the little group.
Drinks kept appearing for me as I finished the last one, so I was starting to feel a little buzzed by the time we were ushered into the living room of the house where we were seated comfortably on a huge, white upholstered sofa. There was a matching chair to the right and love seat to the left with a large, oval inlaid coffee table set in the centre. A colourful area rug set on top of the hardwood floor formed the backdrop underneath the furniture. Across from the sofa was a large bay window with the blinds drawn tight. At the behest of our hostess, I was seated in the middle of the sofa flanked by a pair of women on each side.
My wife stood up and took a position in front of the group from where she began to speak. "Good evening and thank you for coming. I suppose you are all wondering why I have called you here. It's because I have discovered that my husband had been cheating on me!" she cried as she flourished a handful of pictures and then threw them down on the coffee table.
There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room.. I sat gap faced for a moment All I had time to say was, "I what?" before angry female hands grabbed me and all went dark. Someone had thrown a hood over my head so that I was blind, but that didn't mean that I stopped fighting while they ripped my clothes off. They got the better of me and soon my clothes lay in tatters about the room. I now was treated to the strange sensation of being helpless and naked in front of a group of women.
"How could you?" a strange, incredulous, female voice in my darkness as they worked to violently disrobe me.
"You brought this on yourself, you fucker!" shrieked another from the other side as she grabbed another handful of the remaining tatters of my clothing.
"You need to be taught a lesson and made an example of," said a third, to which there was hearty agreement amongst the group. At that moment, they decided as a group that they were just the ones to teach me such a lesson.
My struggles were in vain as I was pitted against five women who pinned me down quite effectively. It felt like Heather was sitting on my chest and the others each all had a limb. I was screaming and yelling in surprise at this point, so one of the women removed her soaking wet panties and they collectively stuffed them into my mouth. To hold them in place, they tucked a ball gag in on top of the panties and strapped it down. That effectively cut off any noise that I might have made. I felt restraint cuffs being quickly fitted to my unwilling wrists and ankles before Heather rose up and they they flipped me over onto my stomach and restrained my arms behind my back. I was still struggling, even though Heather had sat back down and I felt my situation to be hopeless. Two giggling women grabbed my legs and spread them apart while the rest held them tight.
"Hold him still," my wife requested from behind me. The other women piled on my legs and body, holding my legs spread and immobile. In one stroke, my darling wife shoved the greased and sizable butt plug right up my unprepared ass. My eyes flipped open wide under the intense pain and ferocity of this assault. I would have screamed out loud if it were not for the gag. She let go of the handle and left the plug in to do its work as I continued to rail against the fates.
