Handjob Club

With a group of wives we were discussing our husbands. (Believe me boys, you don't know how much we girls share about you!) The subject turned to handjobs: don't the men love them? Some of us had a regular night, some used it as a treat; some used it to stop being bothered, especially during periods. Some said it was boring, some said they loved doing it, and all agreed it was funny.

I should perhaps introduce myself. I am Fiona, married to Peter. We were pretty much an item at secondary school. I kissed some other boys and got groped more than I wanted, but I never had any form of sex with anyone but Peter, not even a handjob. I am fairly sure he never fucked anyone else, but he might have had a handjob because there were some sluts around. So when the others were talking of their experiences I was a bit envious, though I am totally happy with my dear husband, Peter.

Clarissa, of course, was the one who knew most about the technique. I think she was the cleverest girl in the school, though she did not get top marks. In hindsight, I think she deliberately kept her marks down to pretty good rather than excellent so as not to be thought a swot. But she had the most creative ideas and the best jokes. I think she could have been the leader in projects, but always suggested someone else, who was invariably pleased. And she was sexy, but in a funny way so other girls were not jealous, and the boys did not think her a slut.

Now she had one of her ideas.

"Why don't we swap? Girls that like doing it could do it to the husbands of those who did not. We could form a handjob club."

We were stunned. Then the penny dropped and we giggled. Clarissa was so funny, so crazy, and we loved her for it.

"Oh God, yes!" said Olivia. "I wouldn't mind someone taking over the chore for me!"

"I wouldn't mind helping out," laughed Emma. "It would be exciting to have another man at my mercy and make him come. And it wouldn't be cheating." Everyone paused, silent except for the whirring of mental cogs. Then we laughed. What an idea! Really funny, but in an exciting way, like the best dirty joke.

Time went by, and it was our standing joke. Someone would just mention "the club" or "HJC" to get smiles. It was the special girly secret of our group. We met regularly each Wednesday in the back room of a Greek restaurant. No charge for the room, and they kept bringing us different delicious dishes through the evening for a very reasonable overall price. Drinks of course, but what was best of all was that it was not as loud as the main restaurant, so we could chat to our heart's content. We were all married, of a similar age and had come together in various ways until this group sort of made itself. Men are lovely, but this was something else and a real change from our everyday lives.

Months went by. The someone said "HJC" and Clarissa said, "You know, we could really do it."

"Really?" said Emma, betraying her interest. "No we couldn't," in a voice which actually meant "Could we? But I don't like to ask."

"Yes," said Clarissa. "Providing each man thinks he is the only one, and that another woman fancies him. How hard would that be?" We agreed that it would not be difficult.

"But I think it would be very hard," said Emma. "At least he would be!" And we sniggered like schoolgirls.

"Well, actually it's only my own husband I find boring," said Olivia. "I wouldn't mind pulling another dong for a change." There was another pause.

So Clarissa made a suggestion, and the following scenario played out in various homes.

My hand was going up and down and my husband was concentrating but was not too far gone, when I remarked. "It's funny how some men don't like this much. Alice was telling me that she wishes she could do it again, because she really used to like it." He had heard, I noticed.

Not too much at once, that is the trick with persuading your man or with masturbating him. Both at the same time tends to work. So more casual remarks about poor Alice/ Clarissa/ Emma/ Olivia/ etc. "You know the one, the blonde/ brunette/ redhead/ dark girl/ etc. with the (special feature)."

Eventually, we compared the notes and the person who wasn't actually the leader chatted about Olivia's idea. How many men had seemed receptive to the idea? Five out of eight, with three votes not yet decided. Eventually it was 100%.

So it was arranged that Alice would be round for a chat with me in the early evening, slightly dressed up, as she was going out later. Another day, I visited Alice. Each girl did whatever showed off her special features, and sat close to the husband for a drink before she left. No touching, nothing said, but of course a nice smile. Not too much at once. Alice had great legs, and wore a really short skirt to make sure he noticed, sitting on the sofa beside him for a few minutes and chatting innocently. She did a really good job. I hope I did the same with her husband, with my low cut top to display my larger breasts.

Later that evening I offered him a handjob, and just before, remarked casually. "Alice is nice, isn't she? She looked good in that outfit." And I think the next phase went very well, though not very long.

The next time my hand was going up and down, I said casually "Alice likes you too, and she said she envies me having a nice dong to pull, as her husband does not like it."

A week later, I remarked "Guess what. Alice actually asked me if she could possibly give you a handjob, just the once. I said I wouldn't mind, but I was sure you would be shocked and wouldn't agree, so don't say anything to anyone. Still, poor Alice." And I gave him a handjob.

There then followed his crude attempts to try and say "Of course not, and wouldn't think of it." And somehow come round to "it's not my idea, but just as a favour to you both..." But he eventually managed to reluctantly agree.

So we arranged a girls' night out and told our husbands. We had paired up with husbands who did not know each other, or only a bit. (I can't remember who suggested it.) Alice came round to pick me up and take me back to her place before going on to our official girls' meeting. She was wearing a dress with a short skirt (of course) and no bra, which I was sure would meet with Peter's approval.

When she arrived, both she and he were both diffident and turned on with anticipation. So we quickly went through "I'm very grateful, but we don't have to do it if you don't want; shall I just leave?" and "No, it's all right, only if you two really want it, I don't mind either way." And eventually got a sort of grudging agreement. All of which took longer than the actual operation, which of course began with her expressing surprise and admiration about his very average penis.

I actually did find it interesting. She moved her hands in some different ways, which he seemed to appreciate. However, I did not have long to study the technique before he was finished. So she thanked him profusely for the pleasure and he said "It's all right, you're welcome." And I said "We must be getting off now to join the girls." And we left. Coming in the door to going out no more than 15 minutes, most of it talk.

Back to Alice's house, where a similar scenario took place. I, of course, had my low-cut top again to flaunt my boobs. Another average penis, but a bit different in shape, and it was rather thrilling to be doing this with another man after all these years. He had a bit of a belly, so no difference there. Unlike Peter he was circumcised. (I remembered that he was actually Jewish, though not practising.) It was a little strange not to see the foreskin - a bit ruder as well. I was nervous, but not as much as him, and we were both thankful when I actually started. It didn't feel all that different, apart from the foreskin, but the situation was tremendously exciting. I was wanking another man's cock at last!

Then on to the rest of the girls to share our experiences, which were largely similar, but with interesting variations.

We were all a bit hot from the sexual nature of what we had done, but most of all we were exhilarated from how naughty we had been and how all our husbands believed they were the only one.

But how would they take it? Would some be regretful and get depressed? Would they be angry - at themselves and us? Would we get the cold shoulder?

I got back home, and before long was being hurriedly undressed and dragged to the bed, where I got what I was expecting to happen at the weekend two days early, and with enthusiasm. And the smug look on his face the next few days was priceless! This proved to be the usual response.

We waited till the husbands had started casually mentioning the other wife. It had been interesting, but of course we had only been doing her a favour and such. Then we said, would he be really, really kind and let her do it again. Not a regular thing, of course, just once more. And they gallantly agreed.

We didn't make it regular, otherwise the men would get complacent and perhaps even think it was their right, but it was always coordinated. And of course very secret, each husband being the only one.

It was nice to bring another man to orgasm occasionally, but in a safe way and with his wife's approval. We also felt a great feeling of sisterhood in sharing.

The Clarissa said that Emma had had an idea. Could we change it so that each wife actually visited every husband? And I said that it had been interesting for me to see a circumcised one for a change.

"That's a brilliant solution!" said Clarissa brightly. "Did you hear what Fiona suggested?" What had I suggested?

"That we categorize the cocks on size, shape, cut or uncut, and then see what would be the best for each girl to try different from her husband. I am sure we can introduce one or two more to each man, but not all. Another friend who has moaned about not giving handjobs. Perhaps your husband is getting suspicious and you need to keep away."

Well, we had quite a discussion. As well as foreskin, there was length, thick or thin, straight or curved, and shape: pointed, even or mushroom. And did they spurt or dribble? Some girls had more experience than others, so we gave priority to those who had not. So we worked out another girl per man in order.

So it was that I got to help a mushroom cock to come, and my husband met Clarissa.

On the next session, Alice told my husband that she had a friend who had complained that she liked giving handjobs but her husband wasn't interested. (Does such a man exist?) Alice hadn't said anything, but could he possibly let this poor girl visit instead of her at least once? It was such a shame that she was denied such a particularly nice cock. Obviously it would be secret, but could he possibly do this little favour? They would both be so grateful.

He magnanimously agreed, as did Alice's husband half an hour later. As did they all. So we all moved partners to the next man.

Clarissa came round to satisfy her desire on my husband's generosity, and expressed her gratitude. Then she surprised me (which is not unusual.) "On your hands and knees on the bed," she said, "but don't worry, I will leave your bum alone. It is just your penis I am after."

And she reached between his legs from behind, and started wanking him, holding his cock just as a man would when doing it himself, with the thumb nearest his body. Then after a while she held his cock the other way, with her fingers on top, and slowly bent it back through 90 degrees, as if she was operating a lever. He groaned a little, but I think he liked it, though I was worried it might break. She did this a few times then back to wanking him through his legs. I could see she was moving backwards and pulling so that he had to resist. It was as if he was pushing into a cunt rather hard, but of course not moving. Sometimes she also changed her hand position, pointed him downwards and moved from the base to the knob, like milking a cow. Seeing this actually got me quite excited, and it had the expected effect on hubby.

Then on to my appointment with Clarissa's husband, who was equally generous in allowing me to enjoy him. (Well of course I did, but it was funny how the men sort of persuaded themselves that they were not actually desperate for it themselves.) I didn't try Clarissa's backward technique (he was presumably used to that), just what I knew. He had the cock shape we called mushroom and definitely a bit bigger than the other two I had tried. I liked the way his head was larger than the shaft, and enjoyed the way it slipped through my fingers. I thought I would probably appreciate it elsewhere, but there is no way I would do that to Clarissa.

He was a dribbler, whereas Alice's husband had been a spurter. However, it was a good number of pulses of very thick material (which explains why it did not spurt, I suppose) and I think both parties were well satisfied.

Back home, I made sure to tell my husband how lucky he was to have had two other women give him handjobs (in case he did not work it out for himself), and I was pleased for him. He took the hint (amazing) and said that I was a wonderful wife (true).

And in due course, I gave him a backwards handjob. It was different when I went between his legs and moved my hand back with just enough force that I could feel him resisting, which felt good in a funny sort of way as if I was fucking him. And it was with some trepidation that I treated his cock like the handle of some machine and pulled it back. I could feel the muscles and what I can only describe as the cockness of it. Oh, he liked that! He asked me to pull back a little harder and further, which I did, then back to my hand fucking him. He lost a bit of stiffness, which was ideal for milking him like a cow. As he recovered, I went back to the other moves. And in not too long a time, my cow gave plenty of milk.

He definitely liked it so I did it again, but not every time.

Next time Clarissa asked if she could do it from the front, so she could see him better. How could he refuse? And she never offered the pullback technique again, so it was only from me. But on the plus side she was a rather pretty sight for him to enjoy, which he would not get if she was behind. She told me that her husband enjoyed a finger in the anus with it, as most men did, but I haven't had the courage to try that yet.

So our sorority carried on, and managed one more change of partners, which gave us the option of a guest return on occasion - by request of the woman only. We did it often enough to amuse us but less than the men would like, to keep them keen and quiet. Mainly on our girls' night meetings, but it was OK for partner wives to arrange a session to give their husbands a treat, or to get them to agree to do something. Every single husband was smug with his secret, knowing he was the only one, fancied by several women for his extra-special organ but wasn't actually cheating. And we all of us get more appreciation from our husbands and a lot more sex.