My introduction to the next storyteller came via e-mail. The memo line said "A friend sent me your Birthday Club story and said you could help me warn other husbands of my experience."
I called the number he provided and was rewarded with the tale of Jenny and Sally, two sisters who had the world had by its tail and threw it all away. As always, I am a mere scribe, presenting a story which was told to me by he who lived it. I make no judgment.
Is it true? I don't know. The guy who wouldn't tell me his real name swears it is. I'll leave it up to you to decide.
Constructive criticism is always welcome. Ad hominem attacks will, of course, be deleted.
If you enjoy this missive I encourage you to read my earlier works. Thank you.
Without further ado I give you a tale of betrayal, vengeance, and consequences.
The following took place the summer of 1999.
Our life together was blissful. I was the senior claims adjuster at the local insurance agency. My wife Sally was Vice President of Operations at the only bank in town. First National was an old school bank with a lobby that John Dillinger would feel right at home robbing. They still enforced a dress code; all male employees had to wear suits with white shirts while women were required to wear either a dress or a skirt suit with a matching blazer. Nylons, or hose as the handbook called them, were required. Sally didn't like how pantyhose felt and, much to my delight, always wore stockings and a garter belt.
On casual Fridays men were allowed to wear sport coats with a tie, while the ladies could wear a business appropriate skirt or a proper pair of slacks with a complimentary sweater or jacket. They didn't budge an inch on shoes; a two inch heel was required.
It was fantastic being married to my best friend. We did most everything together and had hit the point in our lives where we were trying to have a baby....ovulation charts, fertility cycles, and everything.
We spent our evenings together, taking turns making dinner and cleaning up afterwards. Then we would curl up on the couch and talk about our day. We complimented each other and were damn near inseparable.
Then one night, out of the blue, Sally said her sister, Jenny, was turning thirty and wanted to go out a bar to celebrate.
"Great, that sounds like fun," I said.
Sally hemmed and hawed before saying, "Uh, honey, husbands aren't invited."
"That doesn't sound very right," I responded. "What does Bill have to say?" Bill is Jenny's husband and a more jealous man never walked the face of the earth.
"She hasn't told him yet."
I foolishly said "Well if Bill says OK, it's OK with me too."
I didn't know Jenny would blackmail him with the promise of spending Thanksgiving at his parent's house. You see, Jenny hated visiting his parents because they were always all over her with, "When are we going to become grandparents...We want a grandson to carry on the family name." You know the drill.
It got even worse when they found out we were trying for a baby.
Not much else was said about it until Friday morning.
"I'll be meeting the girls straight from work so I shouldn't be too late." My wife was dressed like she always did for a casual Friday, a tailored pair of black pants, a simple white cotton blouse, and a black silk jacket. .
"Whoa. First, who's going? Second, where ya going?"
"A few of Jenny's friends from work...our cousins Carrie and Janet...and a couple friends from high school. There's a restaurant on Route 83 that has live music on Friday nights."
"What's the name of this place?"
"I don't know but I'll call you as soon as I get it."
Just as Sally was getting ready to leave I stopped her and planted my best kiss on her, completely massacring her lipstick. "Tonight a group of fine looking women are going to attract every scumbag mother-fucker within twenty miles. If anyone bothers you, call and I'll be there."
"Oh honey, don't be silly. No one will look twice at a pack of married women bad mouthing their husbands."
That evening I ate dinner alone for the first time since we were married. Afterwards I kicked around trying to find something to occupy my time until balance was restored. I was not a happy husband.
I looked at my watch...9:50...and made up my mind. In ten more minutes I would be on my way to the Rusty Nail to embarrass the hell out of my wife.
Five minutes later I heard the garage door going up. I walked into the garage and watched my beautiful wife park her car. I held the door open for her.
"How's the best husband in the whole world?" she wrapped her arms around me and sucked my tongue into her mouth.
Less than a minute later we were in our bedroom clawing at each other's clothes. We spent the rest of the night making love like newlyweds.
The next morning I complimented my wife for how enthusiastic and aggressive she had been in bed. Then I asked what her inspiration had been. She claimed she wanted to show how much she loved her man for letting her have an evening out with the girls...plus yesterday was one of her fertile days.
While I recuperated Sally gave me a run down of the previous night's conversations. I did my damnedest to be interested but really didn't care how hard some woman was working to potty train her twin sons. Five minutes later all thought of soiled diapers were replaced by a second helping of amore.
I spoke with Bill that afternoon. He said Jenny was also a sexual dynamo and "did things" she never did before.
In retrospect, that should have had the warning bells ringing and lights flashing. Instead we were two sated puppies.
The next month.
Sally woke me by wrapping her lips around my morning wood. It was the last Thursday of the month and she was buttering me up to go out with the girls the following night. Now I've gotten my share of hummers but this was some of the most inspired cock sucking I had ever been recipient to.
Every time I was ready to blow Sally backed off until I finally couldn't hold back and erupted in her mouth. She swallowed every drop.
I knew I was being played when Sally sat down at our breakfast table wearing nothing but a smile.
In between sips of coffee she purred, "Honey, it's AnnMarie's birthday on Saturday and the girls are getting together tomorrow night for a birthday drink. They invited me come. You wouldn't mind if I went along, would you? Bill said Jenny could go. I promise I'll come home nice and horny like I did last month."
She spread her legs and I was toast.
Friday morning Sally headed out for work wearing a knee length suede skirt, an embroidered blouse, and a matching leather blazer; all were black. Sheer black nylons and a pair of knee high black leather boots completed her ensemble. She looked hot, smoking hot. I should have known something bad was in the wind because Sally never wore a skirt on casual Fridays. Never.
I had a hell of a time concentrating on work thinking about how much fun she was going to be to undress.
Sally pulled into the garage as the clock was chiming ten. I was like a kid waiting for a candy store to open. My eyes almost popped out when I saw her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show she was wearing my favorite demi bra. Her erect nipples peeked proudly above the lace.
When I held her car door open I was rewarded with a beautiful up skirt view of the matching panties.
I led her into our bedroom and finished unbuttoning her blouse; this was soon followed by her skirt. Sally kept on the lingerie and boots, while we had wild passionate sex until the wee hours of the morning.
The next day Sally showed her appreciation by waking me with a smile; she still had her nylons and garter belt on.
Later in the day I asked about her evening and she regaled me with the story of eight women trying to divide the bill so each paid exactly their correct amount. I pictured each hammering away on a calculator while asking "how many French fries did you eat?"
Month three
This was a replay of the previous month...someone I didn't know was getting older and required liquor with a sidecar of estrogen to make the transition.
Sally said she was dressing especially nice to reward me. Damn she looked good...and the undressing sex was even more incredible.
Month four
This time it was Tina's birthday."Who's Tina?" I asked.
"You know Tina...the commercial teller. Tina. Short, dark hair; small boobs. Tina. You thought she was a boy when you met her at the bank's Christmas party."
I had no idea who she was but was looking forward to a replay of the previous month and agreed. Bill and I had talked several times during the month and he said Jenny had been a sexual dynamo so he had no problem with her having a hens night once a month. After tasting a rainbow of flavors he didn't want to go back to vanilla.
I admitted the transformation in Sally to my wanton sex toy made me agree to letting them continue...I even joked we should encourage them to go out more often. Damn, what a fool I was.
Ten minutes late she walked in wearing a pair of sheer white stockings, a black nylon skirt that started about four inches north of her knees, and a diaphanous white blouse. Her breasts, barely hidden by the wisp of a white lace bra, were on display through the filmy material.
"I hope you're planning on wearing something bulky over that. "
"I will if I still want to have a job," she joked as she put her empty coffee cup in the dishwasher then walked out of the kitchen. She returned wearing a white button down sweater that fit her very nicely. She gave me a wicked grin and said she would reward me tonight for being such a good husband. My cock told my mouth to smile.
"I hope you don't mind but I might be home a little late." Sally sat in my lap and gave me a kiss. "Tina's sister works in the city and can't get there until eight. I promise to make it up to you."
I wasn't happy but don't do my best thinking when my wife's tongue is in my mouth.
I began pacing the floor at 11. My cell phone rang a few minutes before midnight, "Are you still up?" Sally purred.
"Up and eager!"
"Then wait for me in the living room. I'm gonna rock your world."
I turned down the lights, opened the curtains, and watched for her car.
The moment she walked in my hands were all over her. Sally wasn't wearing her sweater and her nipples were straining at the see-through blouse. The chopper bra made them look obscene."Slow down big boy."
It was obvious from the way she slurred her words, my wife was drunk.
She pushed me down into my recliner and said "Don't move." Sally danced her way over to the picture window and teased, "I hope the neighbors aren't watching" as she slowly pulled her skirt up to reveal a sheer, white thong. For the next five minutes I watched my beautiful wife tease me as she slowly stripped off her blouse and skirt.
Sally danced over to my chair then crawled onto my lap; she smelled like sex and cigarette smoke. She sucked my tongue into her mouth; it tasted like tequila.
I ran my hands up her legs and found her thong soaking wet.. I could see through the transparent material that her pride was cleanly shaven. I hoped she hadn't gone to the bar so exposed.
Sally pushed my arms away and said, "No touching the dancers," then leaned forward to tease me with her erect nipples. A minute later she pulled my shorts down to my ankles then tore my t-shirt open. My cock was rock solid.
