Dianne's life had been one frustrating let down after another. She had been the third runner-up for prom queen in high school, she had been rejected by the sorority she wanted to pledge in college, and both her sisters had large church weddings while she was stuck with a simple civil ceremony with two strangers as witnesses.
All this left her wondering when it was going to be her turn to be the center of attention and to have her time in the spotlight or had that ship already sailed? She was now thirty-five and it looked like the rest of her life was destined to be just as unfulfilling as the first part.
Dianne decided to shake things up when her husband Tom brought up the idea of going to a swinger's club because of some TV shows he had seen. At first, she resisted the idea assuming that he was just looking for an excuse to fuck other women, then she decided, "Oh what the hell it might be fun and if it doesn't work out, I can always use it as an excuse to dump his ass and move on."
They tried one swinger's club and two private parties which were not bad, certainly something different and they did provide some escape from her boring life. To her surprise, her husband spent little time chasing other women, and instead, he was mainly fixated on watching her with other men even if she was not having sex with them.
At one of these parties, a woman told her about a group that was a little different than she might like. She checked into and it was not your typical swinger group in fact at first, she thought it might be a cult or something. The best way to describe them is a bunch of former Harry Potter geeks that were into Wiccan with some pagan rituals with kinky group sex thrown in. It did not sound like her cup of tea, but it certainly was different, and she wanted to try some new adventure to blow her skirt up.
Dianne met a couple of female members for lunch a few days later even though she had a preconceived notion that she was not really into that sort of thing. The women invited her to attend one of their smaller parties to just observe and see for herself what they were all about.
They explained that is an honor to offer herself up as the center of the ritual as the embodiment of the Goddess of life and the primary player in a ceremony recreating the act of creation. The male participants pay their tribute to the Goddess, and then, after being prepared, she is taken to the heights of sexual empowerment by a well-endowed mystery man.
The scared offering must be a married woman who not only gives herself, but her husband must also give up his martial right for the glory and fulfillment of his wife and to demonstrate his service to the goddess of life and fertility as well.
You are only required to have sex with one man selected by the group for his special sexual prowess. Like you, he is a symbol of life and fertility.
After the ceremony, we party and engage in group sex and you can have sex with as many men as you wish or none. Your husband will be allowed to have sex with other women but only the ones you choose and not with you since he has surrendered his conjugal rights for the evening as an offering to the Goddess.
They explained if you agree, then we will explain the process to your husband for you and let the both of you decide if you want to participate in the ritual or not. It was a lot for her to take in. The woman offered her some time to think about it. At the end of lunch, as the dessert tray was brought by for her to select, she made her choice of both the desert and to participate in the ritual.
"Oh, what the hell I wanted to try and spice up my life and try new things this about as new and different as it gets so sure why not, okay I will do it."
When she got home, Dianne talked to her husband not quite sure what his reaction would be with her taking part in such a ritual with a group of people they barely know. To her surprise and amazement, he was excited about the whole thing. He had been approached already by one of the guys in the group whose wife had taken part in the same ceremony. She still was not completely convinced but decided, for now, she would go ahead with it.
They had three days to change their mind before the event. They kept daring and taunting each other about going through with it. When the big day arrived, it was far worse than her wedding day ever was, her nerves were completely shot, and she was both excited and scared as hell.
On the day of the event while eating breakfast Dianne almost chickened out, the same in the shower getting ready to go. That evening as they got in the car to leave and her husband closed the car door, she almost chickened out again. By the time they pulled into the parking lot, Dianne stopped obsessing and decided to get her head in the game.
They arrived at the address given to them just around sunset. It was an older industrial area and the building looked like an old warehouse with blacked-out windows. They entered the building into what looked like a small waiting room dimly lit and rather unpretentious. One of the ladies from her lunch meeting greeted them with a little small talk before leading them to an old office with a desk where they could change clothes and store their personal belongings.
In the middle of undressing, two women in black velvet robes walked in and announced they were there to help prepare her for the ceremony. They proceeded to finish undressing Dianne folding her street clothes into neat little piles along with her purse. Her husband Tom was pushed back out the way and greatly perturbed that they were acting as if he was not even in the room.
The two women began to dress her in a sheer full-length white dressing gown with nothing underneath. Dianne's semi-erect nipples and the outline of her thighs shown through the thin material both reveling and still hiding enough of her body to create an air of mystery and anticipation about what was underneath.
The two women then guided them down a hallway and through a set of double doors into a large open area only partially lit making her apprehensive about what might happen next.
There was a group of about forty people standing just inside the doorway talking and holding wine and cocktail glasses in a kind of receiving line. The hooded forms were both men and women in black robes which were untied allowing them to hang open revealing the naked bodies underneath. Dianne and her husband were the only ones not wearing a mask.
"You are the chosen one, are you not?" asked an older distinguish looking gentleman with dark slightly graying hair and a mustache who was the leader of the group.
Dianne answered in the affirmative not certain if that was what she was supposed to do or not.
He then turned and announced to the crowd. "She offers her body and proclaims herself a servant of the Goddess of life. Does anyone dispute her right to be chosen and to receive this gift?" There were no challenges offered.
