Margaret had just left for the party. I admired myself in the mirror. If I do say so, I looked fabulous! The cobalt blue cocktail dress clung to my hips and shoulders. The leg slit showed off plenty, but not as much as the cowl neckline, of course.
The neckline plunged and my bare breasts rested in its folds, supported by the fabric, nipples hard and dabbed with a little deep red rouge. I wanted my breasts seen. I wanted them at their best for the men who would soon enjoy them. Tonight I would be available. Tonight I was nearly certain to be used by at least one man.
The excitement made it hard for me to stand still. I bent forward and watched in the mirror as my breasts hung down, the way they would appear when I bent before the men in a few minutes as I served them a drink. Hmmmmmm! Lovely, I smiled to myself.
Already, I was wet and I understood why we were told to wear panties. During the night ahead, I could be dripping down my legs and onto the stay-up stockings within no time at all! I decided to take along an extra pair of panties, no, two pairs!
I was proud of how I looked. I was sure my husband would be proud of me. I looked part glamorous model and part pure slut. At least, I decided, I was a fit and pretty slut.
I am from Austin. How did I get here, to this room in a motel outside Houston, ready to have a night of pure sensual pleasure? I looked for the thin jacket they had given me when they decided my dark blond hair would look great in the blue dress. I was ready to walk across the parking lot to the private party where I would slip off the jacket and be on display and eventually fucked by one of the men who made up this unusual club. I couldn't wait! I had been told that these men were in their 40s and 50s. They wanted to see good looking married women in their 30s. They wanted to enjoy a little debauchery with someone else's wife. I wanted it too.
Margaret, a girlfriend from work, and I had taken a long lunch one day and gotten a little too tipsy, I guess. We got to discussing how our husbands were not as interested in sex anymore and what we could do to perk thinks up. The usual ideas were mentioned, from revealing lingerie (both of us had tried that) to toys (again, we had both introduced toys into our marital sex) to swapping (neither had tried swapping but my friend reddened and spoke in a low voice as she confessed that she had been with other men.
She confided to me about this men's club in Houston. She said that she had been invited by an old friend from Houston who was a frequent guest at the club's quarterly meetings. Margaret had attended twice.
The concept was pretty simple. Forty men between the ages of 40 and 60 were members. Every three months, they invited a few male guests and about 30 women, mostly from the area, to join them for a night of drinking, flirting, showing off and sex. Some women traveled from long distances to be "on the menu," as the inside term put it.
All the women were checked out in advance by the club's "chaperone," a woman who had often been a guest and took over when the original chaperone moved away. I was intrigued that such a club could exist. I asked lots of questions. The answers all seemed to lead back to one theme: The men wanted half naked women to serve drinks and engage in sexy conversation. Then, many of them wanted to pick a woman they especially liked and spend an hour or two fucking and sucking.
The whole idea was so outrageous that I needed to hear more. Margaret spilled out the details of her personal participation.
When she had been told of the club and provisionally invited to the next meeting, she had told her husband that she was visiting a Houston friend for the night. She told him no more until she got home from her first "guest appearance," as she called it.
Secretly, she took some cell phone nude and topless photos, with her hair covering her face, and emailed them to the chaperone. She sent along one smiling head shot. She included her age, weight, measurements, cup size, and marital status. Soon, she got an email inviting her to be a guest. She needed to bring cosmetics, including rouge for her nipples and her favorite condoms (if she wanted to use a particular brand). She should wear CFM heels and stay-up hose, no garter belts. She must wear her wedding ring and an engagement ring if she had one.
She should be shaved or neatly trimmed, with no extraneous hair around the anus or her pussy lips. She would be expected to give hand jobs, perform orally, including swallowing, but she could say no to anal sex, bondage and pain. She was told to pick a name from a list with about 75 and to be alert to answer to it. She was to arrive at the motel by 3:00 p.m. to select the dress she would wear and get instructions on serving and being "available" at the end of the evening.
She learned that as the party ended, all the women would line up across the side of the room, then drop their dresses, turn around and push their panties to the floor. They were to stand up swinging the panties above their heads as they turned around. They would each be directed to a man who had chosen them or been chosen for them. Incredible!
Margaret agreed to tell me more the next day and I went back to work, fidgeting and horny. I practically jumped my husband that evening when he got home from work!
