It had become customary for the Offering to refrain from sex with her husband the week leading up to her Sunday. This was Carol's week and she, like the other women, did not have relations with her husband at all leading up to her given Sunday. She went perhaps a little above and beyond, in the fact that she would not let Jerry even see her naked. It definitely built the sexual tension for both of them, but often Harold found it agonizing. The week leading up to his wife's Sunday to be offered up to the group was exciting and nerve-racking. With Carol not touching him or even showing her flesh was almost enough to drive him insane. Come Sunday however, all that tension and frustration was released, and in those lust filled moments, he knew it was worth it.
Carol was a very elegant woman in her early 40's, average height, slender frame, great breasts that seemed to bounce playfully by even the slightest of movements when they were exposed. Jerry often thought they had hypnotizing properties, as he often found himself lost in their soft beauty as they danced around when she stepped out of the shower or was being used by the group. His pants tightened at the mere thought of his wife's chest. He always loved Carol, they were high school sweethearts and if it wasn't for the life group at church, he would likely never have slept with another woman. Not that he hadn't fantasized about other women, because he had. That was Afterall the whole point of the group, to use the offering to satisfy all lust and discretion, and it worked. It also seemed to make every couple, not just Jerry and Carol, more attracted to each other. It was a major side effect of the group dynamic, that everyone found to be quite wonderful.
The service always seemed longer on carol's day to be offered, then again, so did the car ride to the church, as well as the walk to the back room. Jerry always thought the morning leading up to the group meeting, when it was Carol's week, was happening in slow motion. Standing in the hallway shaking hands and smiling at the other members before they too broke off into their groups, was almost physically painful. His balls were full, his cock was getting firmer every second closer to the metallic click of the lock on the door and his mind was racing. Like the other group members though, he played the part of a content and happy parishioner. The last of the good-byes were spoke, and couples started walking indifferently towards the back room. It was routine for the Offering to be the last one to enter the room, it built a certain anticipation that everyone enjoyed. It was also the Husbands responsibility to be the one to lock the door. It was a sign of acceptance, a show of approval, that the husband was willingly offering his wife's body to the group, until they were done with her.
The Click on the lock was a pleasing sound to all, it was the sound that signaled and initialized the sexual purging. Carol did not hesitate; the lock was applied, and her Sunday dress smoothly slid off her shoulders. The garment pooled around here feet, she lowered her gaze toward the floor and folded her arms behind the small of her back, just above her well sharpened ass. No one spoke as she seductively stepped out of the dress and made her way to the ottoman in the center of the room. Jerry grinned with approval as he watched her breasts swaying with each step. Soon they would be glistening with sweat and liquid lust, his erection at the thought, was not subtle.
Carol confidently arrived at the room's centerpiece, often referred to as the alter, which was, in reality, an old ottoman that always smelled of lavender and cleaning solutions, due to the militant style cleanings it received twice a week. No one in the chairs circling the ottoman moved an inch as Carol arrived at the altar, gracefully turned on her heels and sat down, arms still folded behind her back. The wives on the perimeter wall, heads facing the floor, slightly stirred in their seats anticipating what happened next. Susan, the newest member of the group, who had the week before been placed on her knees and forcibly used in that very same spot, felt bad for Carol. If they had been so rough on Susan the week before, a newbie, what would they do to Carol? Carol was one the elder members of the group, her and Jerry may have even been the founding members for all Susan knew.
Much to Susan's surprise however, the men did not act like aggressive animals with Carol, they seemed to renown her, respect her. Susan's mouth went wide in shock when she heard the first voice.
"May I?"
