By Thursday, the new initiate-wives were getting a little cranky. It had been 48 hours they'd gone without sex. Last week that would have been no big deal, but following their initiation ceremonies at the Dionysus Retreat, both women now had sex drives incomparably greater than their past sexual needs. Brock and Stuart had been called out of town unexpectedly and mysteriously Tuesday night for a quick trip to the West Coast, and Brandi and Joan had stewed about their lack of plans for just such a contingency. They joked with half serious laughter about flying down to St. Lucia the next time this happened. Each had considered suggesting a stop in at the Dionysus Retreat in the normal course of a 5th Avenue shopping trip Wednesday but neither had wanted to admit her burning desire to have big cock sex almost daily now. After all, Sonia had insisted they attend the once-a-month Brides Night Out event at the Retreat Thursday evening. Surely that would involve some sex! Brock and Stuart were returning from San Fran on the redeye, so both wives knew they had 'til dawn to act out any fantasy triggered by the events at the Retreat. Brock and Stuart had said they would join them in the wee hours if they were still 'at it' by then.
Over the phone, Sonia Draper had explained that all Retreat members and any husbands in attendance at Brides Night Out had to come as brides and grooms. The staff would play all the other wedding party and honeymoon resort roles in a free-form play that had evolved over several years each third Thursday of the month. Some people went regularly to Thirsty Thursdays at their local pub and drank, but "we'd rather just get together and have sex" Sonia had said without embarrassment. The whole thing sounded intriguing to the two horny women. They could hardly wait for nightfall. But first they needed a costume.
As they combed the costume and resale wedding shops of uptown Manhattan, Brandi had selected high-heeled ankle strap white pumps like Joan had gone so nuts over in St Lucia and a diaphanous see-thru white gown with halter top showing off her gorgeous natural 38Cs. Below an embroidered belt at the waist, the sheer fabic fell unadorned over her hips to her ankles leaving her crotch totally exposed. Her headdress was patterned after one Cleopatra had worn to seduce Mark Anthony. She got a make-up artist and her hairstylist to put together an Eqyptian consort look with lots of blue eye shadow. White embroidered elbow length gloves finished off the outfit. The total effect was stunning.
Joan had decided to go simple. She found a lace and gauze summer bridal gown that when soaked with water (like a bride caught in a rainstorm at an outdoor wedding) revealed every curve and protruding detail of her magnificent figure. Specifically Joan's 34Ds and her elongated nipples were on maximum public display. She could have sold hundreds of her plastic surgeon's implants the way her wet bodice tightened around her perfect breasts exposed yet tantalizingly and teasingly so because they were covered. True to form, Joan had gone one step beyond the sane elevation for her shoes. In her new crystal platforms, 5'2" Joan stood almost 5'8." With the turn up of her ankle that meant her heels were 7 ½ inches tall. It was ridiculous but fun. And wasn't that the idea. Anyway, Joan reminded Brandi, she wanted to try for heel marks on the ceiling.
As they got out of their limo at the Retreat, Joan paid the driver to soak her from head to toe with a monstrous water gun. Crossing the private lobby entrance area at 8 p.m., Brandi and Joan saw something that confirmed it was going to be a fun evening. Off to their right from another entrance, four 39- year-old women (the club's youngest members) walked towards the elevator up to the 45th floor. In the middle was a bride in full regalia with a slit in the front of what appeared to be her real wedding dress showing a bare leg and what would surely be more skin underneath. She and her maid of honor had big floppy hats and bouquets of flowers. That was strategic in the partially public space of the lobby because her maid of honor had not one stitch of other clothing on. White pumps and a hat, with flowers for the cover up of the tush or the crotch, your choice. Nice idea Brandi and Joan agreed. Flanking these two were two bridesmaids who appeared to have split a two-piece wedding dress. One woman had a long bridal train (her own she volunteered on the elevator ride), a white parasol, and a white ruffled skirt gathered around her waist in such a fashion that one leg was bare from toe to waist. The other bridesmaid had her wedding train and the top of the white ruffled outfit but no bottom clothing whatsoever. It was a laughing jocular sixsome who made their way to the big cock haven that was the 45th floor entrance to the Dionysus Retreat.
Sonia Draper greeted everyone in the reception area. She congratulated each woman about the ingenuity of her costume as they all had their picture taken with her.
"We do this every third Thursday, so it's really a test of your imagination to see if you can keep your costume fresh from month to month. You six certainly have done so! I'm reverting to fifth honeymoon clothes myself." Sonia reported.
She had on a white flouncy baby doll negligee whose neckline stretched down below and lifted her large full breasts. Length was noticeably absent. The baby doll stopped somewhere north of Sonia's triangle of pussy hair. She wore an eight-suspender black garter belt with sheer beige thigh highs topped in black lace. Double ankle strap peep-toe black sandals with a five-inch heel completed her 'look.'
As they entered the hooka spa on Floor 2, Brandi and Joan noticed some display screens that had been covered the previous weekend. What was flashing on the screens as champagne and drinks were served were provocative images that most of the women could relate to and found stimulating of their sex drives. First a gorgeous blonde in an open cup corset with her hands clasped but unrestrained behind her back was blindfolded down on her knees. She was sucking the tip end of a thick long black cock. Wow, thought Brandi. This is going to get interesting very quickly!
Next Sonia's image appeared on the screen in a classic 69 with one of the staff members. She was using her mouth and cheeks to pull hard with suction the top two inches of a stiffening ten inch black cock. Several shouts rang out,
"You go girl! Always the hostess with the mostest! Offering right now to replace Leon up there on the screen. 69 is for me. 69 is mine!"
A Demi Moore look-alike in the next frame was celebrating her good fortune as she licked simultaneously on a very reputable 7 x 2" white cock stuck out of one side of her mouth and out of the other side she licked a 10 x 2 ½" big black cock. Then a brassy big-breasted blonde down on her knees was looking incredulously up at a white man whose 6 x 1 ½ inch uncircumcised cock she was mentally weighing in the palm of her right hand. In her left hand she was assessing the much greater heft of a thick 9 x 2 ½ black cock. Finally, a cute long-haired bride with her veil still on was shown down on her knees also weighing in one hand a very thick nine-inch black cock and in her other a slim 6 x 1" white cock. No indication which was her husband though she was smiling a big Cheshire cat grin up at the black man.
Gasps then emanated from many quarters across the spa. The next slide was a bit different. Consistent with a first principle of the Dionysus Retreat that women should always take full control of their own sexing and their own bodies, a huge semen-filled condom appeared on the screen surrounding and hanging off the end of a nicely-proportioned large black cock. The copy beneath the image said,
