Join the Club

Miranda looked at herself in the mirror one last time before going downstairs. She was dressed more conservatively then usual, but it was for a good cause so she was prepared to suffer. Her only concessions to her usual mode of dress were the number of buttons undone on her blouse and the thigh high part in her skirt. Now, if Tim agreed she was, at first glance anyway, properly dressed they'd be off to an oh, so fun, club meeting. Tim had joined the club several months ago at the suggestion of a coworker. He said it was a great place to network and in today's economy that was always a plus. Tonight was the first time Miranda was going to one of the gatherings and she had been warned it was a conservative group. "Ah, well," she thought, "The perils of married life."

Tim was waiting in the foyer for her and he smiled as he watched her come down the staircase, her skirt exposing a long patch of pale skin. He grinned and shook his head, "Now, honey, I told you they were a conservative bunch." Miranda pouted and did up one more button, pausing at the bottom of the stairs, "Better?" she asked with a grin of her own. Tim just laughed and crossed the floor to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her close, letting her feel the effect her entrance had had on him. "Maybe I should take care of that before we go?" she asked.

Tim slid his hand along the slit in her skirt, stroking her skin, as he ground his burgeoning erection into her. "We don't have time, honey. We don't want to be late." Her grin slipping in a more mischievous direction Miranda says, as she takes a step away from her husband, "Well, I guess I'll have to suck you in the car then, dear." She doesn't have to look at him as she steps around him and heads for the door. She knows what those words have done and she knows he's going to be in the car in a flash now with his zipper down. She rocks her hips suggestively all the way to the car and once they're both inside and he's backed out onto the road she leans over and licks his earlobe, whispering, "Now I'm going to slide on down and take that hard cock into my mouth so you can fuck my lips and feed me your cum, darling."

Miranda watches Tim's hands shake on the steering wheel and she smiles. She releases her seat belt and slides across the bench seat. It takes a little maneuvering to get around his seatbelt, but soon he's freed of constraints. A hungry moan in the back of her throat is the only warning Tim receives before his cock is swallowed. Miranda closes her eyes in pleasure at the first taste of her husband's cock. Her tongue licks expertly along the underside of his cock and around the head as she took him deep inside. She felt the car stop several times, assuming they had hit red lights, but she didn't stop. Between her own legs she could feel a growing moistness as the sensations of sucking her husband's cock were beginning to have the usual effect on her.

Wiggling in her seat she went to slide a hand between her legs when Tim stopped her. "No time, darling," he gasped out as Miranda felt the head of his cock begin to twitch on her tongue. Sighing around his cock she resigned herself to a long uncomfortable night even as those thoughts fled at the feel of her husband forcing his cock up once more to fill her mouth with his cum. She kept licking as he came, kept licking even after he was done, enjoying the smell of him as she ran her tongue around the head of his cock over and over. Finally he had to gently pull her away, and she sat up, giving him a pout.

"Sorry, darling," he said with a smile, "But we're here." Miranda pulled down the visor mirror and checked her hair and makeup to be sure nothing was out of place as Tim redid his pants. When they were both decent again Tim stepped out of the car and came around to help out Miranda. The meeting was taking place at one of the club officer's house, set back away from any road, and Miranda couldn't help but be impressed by the sight before her. As she slipped her arm through her husbands and bumped his thigh with hers she said, "Well, this is definitely better then the bowling alley and beer like the last time we went to a gathering."

Laughing, Tim paused in the shadows of the porch to pull Miranda up tight against him and kiss her. Miranda could feel the wood of the porch, hard and smooth, against her back as Tim pushed her against it and her body, already excited by the events in the car, responded immediately to the feel of his hands on her waist. Miranda growled against her husband's lips and pulled him closer, rubbing the length of her body against his. Tim, unbuttoning her blouse, forced her against the wall, and began grinding his rapidly rising cock between her legs. Freeing one of her breasts Tim bent his head to it and eagerly sucked it into his mouth.

Miranda's hands wrapped around Tim's waist and she pulled him tighter against her. She was beyond caring that she was in a stranger's yard, nothing but the night shadows protecting her from being discovered. Sliding her hand between her husband's body and hers she sought out his belt. "Darling Tim, please. We must stop," she murmured even as her hands worked at freeing his cock. "Someone might find us," she continued as pushed his pants down over his ass, grasping him there and pulling him against her, feeling the leak of precum through the thin material of her skirt. "Tim, you mustn't do that, no. Oh, don't suck on my nipples that way . . ." Miranda's head fell back some, scraping her scalp on the wood of the porch, but the slight pain wasn't going to stop what was happening now.

Not even the sound she thought she heard on the porch was enough to keep her from reaching down and pulling her skirt up and holding it around her waist as she said breathlessly, "Now, Tim, stop teasing and fill me with your cock." Tim needed no other encouragement as he bit one last time at her tender nipple and then unceremoniously spun his wife around. Miranda reached out to press her hands against the wall as she was now treated to feeling her husband's cock grinding against her ass. She may have considered that some other time, but right now it just wasn't what she needed. Pushing back against him as he slid a finger inside her panties she gasped out, louder then she should have, "My pussy, darling, fill it with your cock, please." Miranda had to forcibly hold herself up as Tim finally pulled her panties aside and with no warning plunged his cock into her waiting wetness. "Oh, God, that is so good," he said as he began pumping in and out of her.

Miranda could feel, by the wild way Tim was fucking her, that he wouldn't last long. Her pussy was soaking her panties and the cool night air was caressing her exposed breasts, driving her to a further sense of urgency as she started meeting Tim's thrusts halfway. Tim was making inarticulate sounds, his hands on her hips as he plunged into her. When he slid one of his hands under her and found her breast she cried out again, nearly losing her balance. His fingers sought out her nipple and pinched it roughly as he withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside. Both of them gasping now, Miranda tried to push back, to fill herself with his cock again, but Tim kept a tight grip on her hip and breast, holding her in place. Whimpering Miranda pushed back again, and this time Tim let her claim half an inch for herself. Her own orgasm building she whimpered more urgently and tried again, less successfully. Finally, Tim began moving again, shoving his cock into her faster and harder until his fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave marks and she felt his cum spill out of him, filling her pussy and then some.

Her own need unseen to Miranda growled in frustration as Tim pulled out of her. Turning around she looked at him, pleading, but he just said casually, "Better fix yourself dear, we'd best be getting inside." Miranda stared, this was not like Tim at all. Not sure how to react she just nodded mutely and began straightening her clothes. Tugging her skirt down, buttoning her shirt back up Miranda glared the whole time at Tim. When she was done he was still hanging out in the open and Miranda could guess why. Reaching into her purse with shaking hands she pulled out a tissue and tossed it at him as she said, "Clean up yourself." Tim gave her an amused smile and did so, shoving the used tissue into his pocket to discard later. Once they were done he took her arm once again and led her up the porch and inside without bothering to knock.

Miranda was still angry at her treatment by Tim so as soon as the formalities were over, being introduced to the few club members present tonight, she headed for the bar. Her panties clung to her uncomfortably as she waited for the man behind the bar to fix her drink. Not knowing how fancy they were here she'd just ordered a rum and coke, but the club member serving as bartender still did a fine job. She smiled at him and started up a conversation, trying to ignore the need she still felt in her pussy. As she talked her eyes sought out her husband and she found him surrounded by the rest of the club members present. Occasionally one of them would look over at her in a manner that made her feel uncomfortable so she just looked away and focused on the nice man behind the bar, who had, by now refilled her glass several times. A nice buzz forming she began flirting with the bartender who did not seem to mind. She leaned against the bar, her blouse falling open some as she did so. Just as she was about to say something she felt a familiar hand settle onto her ass.

She unceremoniously pulled Tim's hand off her and turned around. "What?" she asked rudely. It was his own fault she thought, he knew she was still unsatisfied and now he wanted to fondle her? She shouldn't have had that last drink either, knowing what alcohol would do to her already sensitive body. "Now, darling," Tim said with a smile as the other men in the club gathered around. "I just wanted to come over here and ask you a favor." Miranda started to say something rude, but changed her mind at the last minute. "What?" she asked cautiously as it looked like Tim was up to something. You don't stay married to someone for four years without learning a thing or two about them, after all.

"I was just telling my fellow club members about that darling tattoo you got for our anniversary last year. Do you remember?" Tim sidled closer to her as he talked, wrapping his arm around her waist. It was no use this time trying to remove his hand. Miranda's body was on high tonight and as she felt the familiar form of her husband against her, even this way, her lips parted and her tongue darted out to moisten them. She felt her nipples tighten inside her bra, scraping against the lace as she asked cautiously, "What about it?" Tim chuckled and took her empty glass from her hand as he led her away from the bar. The men followed as Tim said conversationally, "Well, they don't believe it. That you have it. Be a darling and prove me right, Miranda."

Miranda stopped moving and turned to stare at Tim. "What?" she exclaimed? Her cheeks grew red from anger and embarrassment as she pulled away from Tim. "I will do no such thing! That was for you! Your present! I will not show . . ." Miranda stammered to a stop as she noticed she was now surrounded by the other men in the club. She didn't even remember their names, but they were all looking at her now and when she tried to look away from them by dropping her gaze she noticed the bulge many of them sported in their pants. Miranda's eyes widened and, as much as she wished it hadn't, her body responded to this. Her nipples, already sensitive, tightened more. The hard flesh was stroked by the lace of her bra whenever she breathed in and this caused her poor needy pussy to respond too. If she thought she'd been wet before, the state of her panties now was an indicator of just how much she needed some attention. But not this way.

"Come on, darling," Tim said as he slipped around behind her, pulling her back against him. Miranda struggled a moment, but knew it was no use. Tim's hands slid up her stomach and to the buttons of her blouse. "They just want a peek, darling. You don't mind, do you?" Her head shaking Miranda tried to articulate a no, but before she could speak Tim's knuckles grazed over one of her nipples. Instead of the negative answer she had been trying to give what came out was a needy sigh. Her face flushed as Miranda tried to hide the obvious want of her body as Tim began unbuttoning her blouse. He freed it from the waist of her dress and pulled the two halves apart. Appreciative catcalls came from the men surrounding her and Miranda turned her head to try to hide.

"Now, now, honey," one of the men, the club vice president, if she remembered correctly, said. "That's a nice pair of tits you have there. No need to be ashamed of them. But where's this tattoo?"

Miranda looked around at the men, her eyes silently pleading for someone to come to her rescue, but the way the men were feasting on her with their eyes soon told her how hopeless this was. Tim gave her nipples a playful tug before he stepped back and said, "Go on, darling, show them." Miranda's head shook as did her hands and she said, "No," but this only drew a laugh from the men. "Always shy at first," one said. "Wasn't so shy out in the yard though, was she?" asked another, the bartender. Miranda's hands clenched now and she spun around on Tim, "They were there?" she cried out as she raised her hand to him. Tim's own hand snaked out and grabbed hers. He held it in his as he nodded. "Now, darling, if you had been so concerned you wouldn't have let me fuck you on the lawn, would you?" he asked as his free hand reached out to caress her breasts through her bra. "You certainly wouldn't have sucked my cock in the car if you cared about being seen." Tim nodded matter of factly and dropped both hands, freeing Miranda. "Now, Miranda darling, show these men the tattoo."

"I hate you," she growled to her husband. Miranda knew though, there was no getting out of this now. Resigned, she turned back to the group of men and reached for the clasp of her bra. Her fingers fumbled the front clasp and she cursed them inside her head. After a minute had passed and still no luck the vice president stepped up and said, "Allow me, honey," as he reached out and undid it. His hands lingered on her breasts, pushing the two sides of her bra away to free them. Miranda struggled now; it was one thing to show herself to strange men, another to be touched by them.

The vice president though, simply took one of her nipples between his fingers and twisted hard as he said, "Behave, honey." Looking over her shoulder to where Tim stood watching the man said, "You were quite right, these do feel like the most fuckable tits ever." Miranda squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend she was anywhere but here. When the hands finally moved off her breasts, sliding her bra off her she moaned. It was with relief, surely, she thought, that these strange hands were no longer on her. Regardless, the men took it as a good sign and soon she felt more hands on her. She just stood there as she felt Tim come up behind her again and cup her breasts in his hands.

"Well, gentlemen, here it is," he said, cupping her left breast and holding so they could all see the small, "property of Tim" that was written in a red heart under her nipple. His fingers grazed the skin where the ink was and Miranda bit back another moan. It had been painful to have done, but worth the look on Tim's face when he'd seen it on their third anniversary. But he was supposed to be the only one who saw it. "Please, no," she murmured hopelessly. The men just chuckled as one of the other officers of the club stepped up and said, "May I?" to Tim. Nodding, her husband held Miranda's breast out as the man bent his head and ran his tongue over the words. A shiver ran through Miranda at the first touch of a man's tongue other than her husband's in years. Taking this as a sign of assent the man roamed further. His tongue moved all over her breast and soon found her nipple. He greedily sucked on it for some time before Tim laughed and pulled her free. Releasing her again she stood topless in a circle of men.

"That the only one she has?" a new voice asked. Miranda opened her eyes and saw the man speaking. He was a big man in any sense of the word and as she looked down she saw he was big everywhere. Without thinking, her lips parted and her tongue came out to lick them as she stared at this man's hidden cock. Noticing her look the man just grinned as he waited for an answer. "Well, for now, gentlemen," Tim said. "But we're thinking of getting her a new one. Go on and show them where, darling." Miranda's eyes shot open and she shook her head, sanity returning briefly. "No," she said, although not very convincingly. Her eyes scanned the room again. Seven, counting her husband. Even as she stood there ashamed at being exposed she could feel her pussy growing wetter as all these men stood around staring at her.

"Be a good girl, Miranda and you'll get a treat," one of the men said, grabbing at his cock as he said this. Miranda's knees felt weak as she watched this. Here was a stranger offering her his cock while her husband watched on. It finally sunk in, this was going to happen regardless of her feelings on the matter. With a fatalistic shrug Miranda looked around and then walked through the men to the coffee table. Climbing up on it she said, "If you gentlemen insist," and reached for the buttons of her skirt. Surrounded in a flash Miranda didn't look at any one man too long as she undid her skirt and let it fall to the table around her feet. A delicate kick and she was free of it. Now she stood there, clad in only wet panties and heels, waiting for the next request.