George had closed the meeting ("orgy" was more like it) with the same rules and directives. Leaving with Bob and for several days after, I was quite concerned about talking to him about what I had done. As it turned out, Bob had to leave on a sales trip before we talked. I was also shy around the other wives. I couldn't help but think that I would be ostracized. My concerns were lifted when I got a call from Jenny to come to her house for a little get together. "We just have to talk about that last meeting," she had said in a highly confidential voice.
Knowing that she and several others had behaved much as I did, I felt comfortable joining them. Even so, as I walked up to Jenny's house, I wasn't sure what I'd find when I got inside.
Sitting in the upholstered chairs in her living room sipping coffee and cokes, we talked about this and that for about twenty minutes before Jenny said in a rush, "I just can't hold it inside any longer. Was that last meeting great or what?" That was an ice breaker of the first order.
Suzanne wasn't there, but Freddie was. Freddie began what was to become a narrative of her experience, "When I realized I was about to be passed around, I could have died." Immediately we all fell quiet. I, for one, was dying to hear what it had been like to be completely undressed, your body exposed and put on display, then fucked repeatedly by your husband's friends and co-workers in front of everybody.
"I actually got light headed as I realized that I would be stripped naked in front of all of you and your husbands. It felt like something out of the days of slavery. I mean George standing behind me . . . . " She put her hands under her boobs and pushed them up and around duplicating what George had done. "It wasn't until he started actually unbuttoning my blouse that I realized how serious he was. It took real will power not to faint."
She had stopped the lifting and massaging her breasts in her mocking repeat of George feeling her up that night. During this she had managed to unbutton the blouse's three buttons. The blouse now hung open as she continued. "I kept hoping it would end. When he took my blouse and dropped it on the stage, I thought it might end there." She was wearing a much skimpier garment than she had been at the meeting. She now unceremoniously flipped it aside. "Standing there in my bra was just unimaginable, but having him . . . ." Now without narrative she pulled her breasts from the constraints of her bra. She looked around at us. "Can you imagine? Not only are you half naked, but standing there with your boobs hanging out over your bra. My god, I was speechless. If you remember, he certainly didn't stop there. And now there were men," she looked around at us individually, "your husbands standing within a foot or so watching me be stripped. They stared at my boobs, my naked boobs. Your husbands, guys I knew well just stood there practically drooling staring."
The look on her face was one of incredulity. She looked strange sitting there with her breasts hanging over her bra, but she was quite intense as she related her feelings. "I never expected to react like I did to all this. When he played with . . .," she began to rub her nipples as George had done. "When he began to play with me, I actually got hot. I couldn't believe it. I looked at your husbands plainly getting hard, thoroughly expecting to . . . to . . . ." She didn't finish the sentence. She just kept rubbing her nipples, apparently reliving the experience of the meeting. "Do you remember he had someone, I don't remember who come up and feel me up like a . . . I don't know what. I really was getting hot. Then George put his hand down inside my panties. That was it. I let myself go . . . ." She trailed off. "I just wanted . . . ." she trailed off again, her butt squirming on the chair. She put a hand between her legs.
"I got so hot watching . . . ," Claire started before she, too trailed off.
"You mean that I'm not the only one that just wanted to feel like a slut and have everyone in the room, well, 'use' me?" I actually stammered a bit as I let it out.
"Is there something wrong with us," Barb asked. "When you lay down on that bed, naked! Then you spread you legs. I think I actually wanted to run up there, strip myself and let them all have me!"
"If there is something wrong with us, I don't want anyone to cure me," I said. After a flurry of agreements we realized that we could make this life around the golf course pretty interesting.
One of the big questions, we realized, was how much our husbands would play along. Would they be aghast at their wives being so wanton or would they be energized at having so much variety. How to find out. How could we determine if our husbands would be freaked out or jump in the pile and join the orgy. I'm sure I wasn't the only one getting really wet just considering it.
We talked for a bit without coming up with any ideas that we liked. As the afternoon wore on coffee gave way to wine, one bottle gave way to two.
"Anyone ever tried one of these?" I hadn't noticed that Jenny had left the room when she returned holding several dildos. I know I blushed. I wasn't alone.
"Where did you get those," May asked apparently as astonished as the rest of us.
"They keep me company when Joe is out of town and sometimes when he's in town, but playing golf instead of playing with me," Jenny responded passing them around.
"Oh, my god," Clair said. "How do they feel?"
"Try it and see," Jenny said with a giggle. "Go ahead. We're all friends here."
That was an understatement, I thought. I also reflected on the fact that we had all had quite a bit of wine.
"Oh, I couldn't," Clair stared at the dildos. Her head bobbed up suddenly, "You mean right here . . . here in front of everybody?" She stared at Jenny. I thought then that she was really asking permission to try one 'right here in front of everybody'.
"Why not?" With that Jenny took one from the table in front of her. She stood and wriggled out of the tight shorts she wore. The shorts fell to the mauve carpet and lay in a puddle at her feet. She looked round at all of us, got a conspiratorial look and pulled her panties off. She flipped them in the air with abandon. Her sandals followed sailing across the room in different directions. Those in the vicinity of their landing zones ducked. She stood letting all of us see her nakedness. Her eyes sparkled. Grinning impishly she applied a bit of lotion to the device and turned it on. It buzzed quietly.
A glance at her pussy. Another look at us. She spread her legs widely. She had shaved herself leaving only a narrow V which, itself, was closely trimmed. With two fingers she spread her now puffy lips revealing her clit. She looked up at at us, wriggled her hips and winked. Carefully watching herself she pointedly guided the tip of the dildo. When it touched her engorged clit, we could see the effect immediately.
She hesitated, then holding the buzzing dildo in one hand she she pulled her tube top up pushing her bra from her breasts as she did.
She took aim with the dildo again, then pressed it again lightly against her clit. She stood for a minute, then sat on the floor. She watched herself closely as she applied the dildo. She ran it up and down, around and around. Finally, her eyes staring blankly, she lay back and plunged the humming device deep inside. She pulled it out then pushed it back in. She lay on her back with her knees bent. She pinched and pulled her nipples with her free hand. She pushed the dildo in and out ever more rapidly until she almost doubled up in a climax. It was a surprisingly noisy climax which included her hips pounding against the floor and loud gasps.
When it seemed to have passed, she quieted, then lay still. She left the dildo inside her, whirring, and said rather breathlessly, "Who's next?"
Barb spoke up tentatively, "I'll try it." Then, "Do I have to take my clothes off?"
"Of course, silly," Jenny said from her position on the floor, vibrator buzzing. "That's half the naughtiness. Being naked in front of other people."