Wednesday morning I arrived at the coffee shop. Anna was already there in a corner, sipping her coffee. Her red curls were pulled back and she was looking down at the table. Her fingers held a gold pen that was tracing designs on the outside of a white envelope.
As I brought my coffee to the table, she looked up and I noticed her hand trembled. I sat down quietly and simply slipped my envelope towards her. We read while we sipped our coffees. It was the same story.
"We were both there." She whispered. I nodded.
She looked at me. "Would you have written such a story?"
It was a good question. I hadn't ever thought of that scene. I told her so and asked her the same question. She responded with a negative shake of her head.
"Well." I said. "Let's make this interesting. I will write a story and you as well. We'll drink the tea again. Let's see what happens."
Anna laughed. "I like that." She responded. "I have a lot of ideas."
We talked a bit and then both headed back to the office.
That afternoon I slipped my flash drive into my computer and began my story.
The secret society met on Friday evenings after the full moon, always. All participants met at a movie theater, which was created for erotic pleasure only. Discretely hidden in an old warehouse, it was decorated with velvet drapes and iron railed stairs. We were the first to arrive. We were met at the door by a tall elderly gentleman who escorted us to the refreshments where there was the amazing tea and small nuts, fruit and clever candies. In this place a movie was filmed every week.
Where the title of the movie would have been posted, were directions.
"Tonight the movie is "Strip Poker...and more"
On one side of the warehouse a movie theatre had been constructed with soft velvet chairs. On a small stage in front of the screen were two throne like chairs that all who sat in the audience could see. There was also something like a carnival or roulette wheel that had colors and numbers. There were two carnival or roulette looking wheels. One wheel was red and the other green. Each seat was marked red or green. The wheel was turned. Red determined the activity, and green dictated moving partners. The ones in the chairs moved the wheel and specified the activity. As my husband and I took our seats, two people came onstage. I noticed it was Anna, tall and regal wearing a white nearly see-through lace dress, her husband was wearing a tuxedo. He spun the red wheel. Anna announced: "Shirts and blouses removed!"
I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse, my husband removed his shirt. He wore his t shirt while I shivered in my bra. I loved him in his shirt, his broad shoulders and arms still muscled at the end of the sleeves.
I heard the green wheel turn and her husband announce, "Women sit on the lap of the man to your right." Of course my husband was on my right, and I sat on his lap. Music played and I heard murmurs as women sat on laps. Soft sighs were heard as the screen flashed scenes from last week. I watched one of our group unzip a man's pants, and as Anna pointed to them, he and his wife moved up to the stage and she took out his cock and began to lick it. She looked into the camera knowing that she was being filmed.
The wheel again clicked and Anna's husband said. "All women shall be naked from the waist down." The women stripped, some slowly and seductively and some quickly and lustily. My husband took in the curves, hips, asses and pussies with hunger. Ogling might be the accurate term. After I shrugged out of my skirt my husband held me close.
Then the voice said, "All women who have an "L" in their last name report to the stage." That meant me.
I walked to the stage in my bra and nothing else. As this group of women naked from the waist down walked to the stage the red chair said, "Now all lay down and lift your legs in the air." I laid there with the other women, with our pussies in view. Then, the wheel turned again and the announcer instructed, "All men will come to the stage and caress or touch each woman, as she likes it."
The camera came by and each woman was on view and each man as well. I lay there on the stage while man after man came by, some softly touched my pussy and others slipped fingers between the folds and kissed, licked and plunged fingers deeply creating deep sensations. I was yearning for more and more. I could feel my liquid pouring out. Each man was different but each seemed to know just what my pussy wanted and how it liked to be touched, sucked and entered. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw my husband watching. He was instructing each man, telling what to do, where to lick me. Saying don't let her come yet. Just what I was thinking. I wanted this to last and last.
The camera man was walking down the line. The red chair then announced, "Each women on the stage is going to come, one by one but only when the camera is on her. Next month watching the parade of women coming, the looks of ecstasy, the shudder, will be our movie."
The camera caught the faces, tits, pussies and sounds of women coming.
When it was my turn to come for the camera my husband said to me, "Sweetheart you look so hot, I have my cock out and it's so hard. A woman has been licking me all this time but I am going to come for you and you for me."
The man playing with my pussy as he said this was circling my clit with his tongue and had his hands on my nipples. My husband said to him, "Bring your hands down slowly ftom her tits to her pussy, then slip your fingers deep inside her, bring them in and out slowly." I felt this rush of pleasure.
"She's so wet." He said. "The perfume of her pussy is intoxicating."
"Good," my husband said. "Now, harder and quicker." As he talked he breathed heavily and he groaned.
"My cock is disappearing into this beautiful women's mouth," he said. "You are close aren't you?"
