The fourth chapter in this saga. It can stand alone, but it is best if the first segments are read first. As always: No real person or name is used in this story and please do not copy or distribute this material without permission from the author.
Now, please, sit back and enjoy. This chapter is fairly short.
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After our strip club adventure, we drove away in a limousine that Susan and Sam had hired for the evening. Our destination was their home where we wanted to have a drink in a quiet place and just relax in each other's company. It had been one hell of an erotic experience, but I needed some time to decompress and take it easy for a bit. I also needed to shake off the thoughts of my sudden intimacy with my boss, Frank.
For the drive home, since my bra and panties were long gone, I was only wearing that short button-down denim dress. Only half of the buttons were in place, and I really didn't care that gaps were exposing much of me. Virtually all of my body had been seen by dozens of people during the last two hours so a little bit of skin visible between some open buttons was nothing at this point.
As we rode along my husband said he wanted to talk in private. He wanted to talk about us.
"No, Jack. We're with our best friends and if there is something you need to say, then this is a good time to say it." The attention from the others was now completely on us as we rode along. I was fearful that after my stripping and going to that back room Jack was mad or maybe would even want a divorce.
"Okay," he responded with a shrug. "Janet, since these incredible ladies started this challenge thing with you," he nodded toward Janet and Megan there in the limo, "It has really changed you. A few weeks ago, you were very conservative, and I was okay with that, so I never asked you to do anything outside of your comfort level."
"Thank you, Jack." I leaned over and kissed him gently while waiting to hear what else he had to say.
"Here's the thing. We now all know that you love exhibitionism. You have a beautiful body, and you like to show it off and, well, uh, more." He looked directly into my eyes as he spoke. "This exhibitionism of yours has brought out the voyeur in me and a bit of the cuckold."
"So, you aren't mad at me?"
"Just the opposite, Janet. Just the opposite. I like watching you in action and hope to see more."
"Well, this sounds fun," I said, relieved.
"I love that others are seeing your body. I really loved it when, last week, Sam and Mark were feeling you up. When you went into that private booth in the strip club. At first, I was concerned for your safety when you went back there but Sam said you would be okay. So, well, I found that I liked that you were back there and maybe even screwing that guy."
"I didn't screw him and there wasn't much touching."
"I know. You said that earlier. But, well, honestly, I wanted there to be more. I would prefer to be watching you when you get crazy like this, but it also would have been fine, even kinky for me, to just know that you and he were getting it on as long as you tell me everything later and you are safe."
"Wow," I exclaimed softly. This really caught me off guard while simultaneously relieving me of any concerns about how my husband would be reacting to it all. So, it turns out that my husband is a voyeur and I'm an exhibitionist. Cool.
"When you were back in that room, would you have fucked or sucked him if it had been allowed?"
"Yes," I said simply, not wanting to let on that I hadn't given a moment's thought about my husband. My wants and needs had all been centered around my boss, Frank. When I had been with him, I was wanting nothing more than to have his cock in my mouth and my cunt.
"Jack," Susan who was sitting on one of the long leather seats in the limo and facing us, joined in the conversation. "So, you would have liked it if your wife fucked another man?"
"I think so. Yes. Does that make me a bad husband?"
Susan gave a polite laugh. "Jack, if you're a bad husband from liking the thought of your wife with other men, then our guys are horrible husbands given all the fucking Megan and I have done!"
Jack looked surprised as he looked over to Mark and then to Sam. Both of them nodded in the affirmative that what Susan had said was true. So, interesting. This confirmed what I had been thinking lately... my two friends, Susan and Megan, screwed around!
This whole thing was getting weirder and kinkier by the moment.
"Janet," Susan said to me, "given all that has been said here, are you up for a fun challenge when we get home?"
"First, yes. Second, Susan, I don't think the word challenge really applies anymore. It seems that I'll do anything you ask me to do. For some reason, I can't stop and want every experience you can throw my way. For me, it is kind of like a drug where I am looking forward to the next high."
"We kind of thought so and it has been the same way for both of us. So, Janet, instead of challenges, we will call them experiences. But do you really understand that we can get really twisted in our activities? Way more than just stripping in front of a room full of horny guys."
I looked at my friend. "I want, and it seems my husband wants, for you to take me through any kinky experience you can come up with. I mean it. You won't have to ask again." Wow, did I just say that?
"Good. So, Janet, your experience when we arrive at my home is to give your body to Mark and Sam. Two men at once. Every hole will be used."
"Even my ass?" I was expecting and wanting to be fucked, but in my ass? This I hadn't expected although I guess I should have.
"You will be their free-use sex toy. Simply a body to be used by them." Megan added. "This is a thing we have evolved into. Women in our little group are to be used as the men want. Thus, our definition of the term free use."
"Free use." I knew the phrase but never in my life thought it would apply to me. Now, well it just might. I simply nodded in the affirmative to my friends, giving them permission to let their husbands use me. Fuck me. Screw me.
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Curiously, when we arrived at Susan and Sam's place, no "fun" activities started right away as I had expected. Instead, we sat in their large family room, drinks in hand and just chatted about life, upcoming travels, and what our adult kids were up to.
Really? I had expected to be flat on my back, with a cock in me, and in the midst of some kind of orgy by now. Correction, I wanted to be flat on my back in the midst of an orgy and this general chatter was oddly deflating.
Susan, again, showed that she was a master of working the crowd, even just the small gathering of the six of us. She purposely kept the conversations directed away from any sexual topic for a long while as we sipped on our drinks. Then, in a flash, this changed with one playful question to me from her.