I looked over at Eunice. She seemed lost in her thoughts, but then I noticed a subtle smile forming. I wondered what she was thinking.
Chapter 2, The Book Club Begins
St Joseph's Catholic Church is in Daly City, a suburb of San Francisco, California. Our book club has been in existence for a little over five years. When The Club first started there were about a dozen members, and the membership was evenly divided between men and women. The original members were all respected people in good standing in the parish. That number has fluctuated throughout the years, but more recently has been declining. The reason for the declining membership is because the priorities of the club have changed over time. While some members were quite happy with the changes, others were not and chose to move on to other more traditional book clubs.
When we started, the books up for discussion were classic works of literature. That suited the older club members for a while, but soon the younger members started suggesting books that were a bit more sensual, like D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover. The general membership seemed to enjoy this more risqué material, so the younger ladies then suggested works with even more sexual content by Anais Nin (Delta of Venus), and Henry Miller (Tropic of Cancer). That was too much for two of the older gentlemen who dropped out because they weren't comfortable discussing scenes that involved sex. But it was a blessing when they left because the remaining members chose books that contained even more sexual themes, including some very trashy romance novels that were frankly, in my opinion, mildly pornographic. Once again, a few more members chose to leave. Now the remaining members only pick lesbian themed stories from Literotica to discuss at our meetings. At that point we chose to change the name to "The Book Club". It no longer felt appropriate to have "St. Joseph" in the name of our group.
Currently the membership consists of four women and myself. At sixty-five years of age, I am the senior member and the only man in the group. The female members are all married, some happily and some not so much. I am a widower, having lost my wife and soul mate, Jane, in a tragic automobile accident two years before joining The Club. Eunice thought our club needed some "fresh blood with new ideas". The ladies all knew me (and my late wife) from St. Joseph's. Jane and Eunice had known each other for many years and were very close. I knew my wife had shared some of the private details of our marriage with Eunice, and I suspect that was the principal reason I was asked to join the book club. My wife and I had some interests that many would consider unusual or even perverse. I also heard from my wife that Eunice and James' marriage involved some "unusual" activities too.
Eunice and James have been married for over twenty-five years, most of them were happy years. They were introduced in college by mutual friends, and they got along well from the start.
Eunice works as an office manager for her favorite aunt who owns a successful tax accounting business. Eunice is an excellent supervisor of her employees, as she is very firm, but also very fair to them. She goes out of her way to guide them to do their best.
After graduating from college, James had absolutely no clue as to what he wanted to do career wise, so he ended up accepting a job with the State of California at the Department of Motor Vehicles. He did an acceptable job and did what was expected. He kept being promoted because no one really wanted to work with him. He's a manager but he has no staff working under him. He has a submissive personality, but occasionally he would assert himself forcefully when he felt he wasn't being appreciated.
Molly and Caroline are best friends and have known each other since first grade. They grew up in the same neighborhood and their families both attended Sunday Mass at St. Joseph's. They are both forty-four years old. They used to make up naughty fantasy stories and giggle for hours. One day Caroline's mother overheard them whispering in Caroline's bedroom and entered without warning. To her surprise, Molly had lifted Caroline's school uniform skirt up above her waist and her hand was inside Caroline's white cotton panties. They thought they were in for it, but Caroline's mother surprised them.
"Just don't let Daddy know."
Molly took a part time bookkeeping job while going to college as an accounting major. Eunice was her immediate supervisor and trained her. After Molly graduated she got a better paying job, but kept in contact with Eunice. Molly respected Eunice's opinions on many subjects. They started telling each other personal things about their marriages, and Eunice always gave Molly good advice. When Eunice mentioned starting a book club, Molly eagerly accepted and also asked if her friend Caroline could join too.
Molly loves shocking people, especially older men. She gets a thrill from "accidentally" showing her panties in public, especially to older gentlemen. She is married to an older man named William who also has a mischievous character, and he is nineteen years older than Molly. Her parents were delighted with the match, as he had a very good job and they knew their daughter would not have to worry about money. The age gap was not a problem at the beginning of their marriage, but William has started to slow down a bit and has started to experience some health problems. Molly has shared with our group that sometimes she has to "help" him. She likes to sit on a chair facing him and pull the hem of her dress six inches above her thighs to tease him.
"Do you want a cunt shot, William?"
Caroline is the opposite of Molly, who refers to her as "Miss Goody Two-Shoes". She worries about what others think of her, and she's mindful about her appearance. She doesn't curse or use drugs, and only drinks occasionally. She married Brian, her high school boyfriend. She was a virgin on her wedding night, and the next day she was still a virgin. Caroline has shared with us that Brian has a very small penis and he's terribly self-conscious about it. He is an exceptionally attractive man (Caroline says that he is "pretty"). But he is good to her and they are best friends, and they do love each other, just not in a sexual way. We think this is sad, but Caroline seems fine with the status of her marriage.
Caroline works in a well known department store and is the head of the ladies' lingerie department. Brittany is her assistant. Caroline is reserved with the customers, but Brittany has a wild spirit and is an extrovert. Brittany is an excellent salesperson. She has a gift for selling woman's underwear to men, because she makes them feel comfortable, like it's perfectly normal for a man to buy panties for himself. If a man comes into the store expecting to buy only one item, he usually ends up with a dozen, including some matching bras.
Brittany is twelve years younger than Caroline, and is married to a Baptist minister named Peter. Molly calls him "Pious Petey" because he comes off as so holy, but Brittany has shared with us that when they are in bed, she encourages him to tell her shocking secrets that his church members have shared with him during marriage counseling, while Brittany strokes his cock.
Caroline loves Brittany and confided in her about her history with Molly. It felt very natural for Caroline to ask Brittany to join our book club.
The female members all think of themselves as bisexual, but with a definite preference for women. I tell people that I am one hundred percent heterosexual, but truth be told I'm closer to ninety-five. I'm attracted to men who care about their appearance and have big cocks that are circumcised. I also prefer men who are shaved "down there".
I think this would be a good time to explain what happens at our meetings. The first fifteen minutes are for sipping wine and sharing any interesting news that happened since our last meeting. More often than not, this will include sharing things pertaining to their sex lives with their husbands. No subject is off limits, and frankness is strongly encouraged.
The next fifteen minutes is reserved for the discussion of the assigned reading material, and choosing the material for the next meeting. We pretend to enjoy this part of the meeting, but we can hardly wait for the next part, when the real fun begins.
The next thirty minutes is for "close inspection", where one member is intimately inspected by the other members of the group. It's customary for the ladies to go all out to look their best for the meeting, styling their hair, taking special care with their makeup, clothing and jewelry. The woman being inspected will purchase new panties for her inspection, and she always selects very feminine and pretty panties. Transparent or even crotchless panties are always a hit. Garters and stockings are also appreciated and will earn the woman high praise. Usually there is a lot of giggling during this part of our meeting.
I am allowed to observe, but I am not allowed to participate in the close inspection, which leaves me feeling disappointed and left out, like I'm not a fully accepted member of the group. I've shared my feelings with them, and I've even offered to shave my pubic hair and balls, and to wear pretty panties to the meeting, but they politely refuse to inspect me. But I understand; they're just not interested in looking at a man's genitals. But the ladies know me and what I like to see...and smell! They are not shy about spreading their labia for me so I can see all their nice "pinky bits" inside. On a very good night, Eunice will bring out her speculum to play with, so I can look at the cervix! Over the years I've had the opportunity to see these women quite intimately many times! Yeah...I fucking love it! After every book club meeting I race home as quickly as possible to masturbate, but sometimes I can't wait and do it in the car while driving home with a sticky steering wheel.
The final hour of the meeting is reserved for the "special group activity". One member, excluding me of course, chooses the activity. Believe me when I tell you, the activity can be very unusual. For example, once Caroline decided that we should play a game called "Circus", where each woman would take off her panties and sit on each ladies' face, who would then have to guess her weight. All of the women took turns except me (of course). For my part, I was expected to sit off to the side and just watch, but I was allowed...and even encouraged, to pull my cock out and play with it in front of them. For some reason they thought this was really funny, watching a sixty-five year old man masturbate. They always clapped for me and cheered me on.
"Cum for us Joe, cum for us Joe, cum for us Joe!!"
When my cock finally squirts it's expected that I sort myself out and clean up my mess.
The special group activity for our last meeting was chosen by Eunice. She called it "guess Brittany's temperature". Each member had fifteen minutes to check Brittany's temperature by any means.
