Tales From The Club Natalie Ch 02

Tales from the Club - Natalie 2

This story is stand-alone, though it might be better appreciated if you were to read

TFTC: Natalie

first.

I don't know how other people do it, but I carry a story idea around in my head for a period of time, sometimes a few weeks, sometimes much longer. Then, when it feels ready, I sit down and start writing. The story usually comes out in a rush. Seriously, the story starts writing itself as fast as I can type, seemingly demanding to be written. There are some inevitable backtracks and restarts along the way, but by and large the gets to the end without much re-writing. (Maybe that shows detrimentally; if so, sorry.) The one exception was

Mom's Gift

, the second half of which was terrible in the first draft, resulting in the story going in a completely different direction in the second, after a week on the shelf.

When I finished

Natalie

I really wasn't sure where she was going to come down. When I got the following feedback from

Mermaid_Above_Water

(blessings upon her) a few says ago, I decided to get off the pot.

Oh, that is not fair I gotta know what happens. I don't see her jumping right in to the hard kinks but I see her fucking her husband in one of the rooms and after a while adding others. I also see her liked being watched since she likes watching.

So, here you have my idea of what happens after Natalie's first visit to New Xanadu.

Keep in mind that this is all made up. If you (and especially you,

Mermaid

, since you've already suggested one path, and there's no reason your guess isn't as good as mine) have a different idea of where Natalie goes after the first story, please feel free to grab those story elements and run with them.

If you don't feel like writing, as always, your votes, suggestions for further story lines and, especially, your comments are greatly appreciated.

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I had an e-mail from Luke waiting for me on Sunday:

Natalie is still making up her mind, but I want to thank you for the best sex of my life on Friday night. Too bad we didn't use the lube, but thanks for trying.

After that I didn't hear from either of them for three weeks. When I did it was an e-mail that went straight to the point:

How about next Friday night, 6pm? If not then, the following Friday, same time?

Tantalizingly, it came from Natalie's e-mail account, and not from Luke's. There was really nothing to think about. I wrote back:

This Friday is fine. Just you, or you and Luke?

She must have been sitting at her computer, as the reply came back instantly:

Both of us. You as our guide, please. We can add people as needed.

I responded equally quickly.

It would be my pleasure. Looking forward to seeing you then.

Friday at six I was on desk duty in my formal clothes when Natalie and Luke arrived. They both seemed a little tense as I processed them-in and directed them to the changing rooms. I asked Natalie if she needed any help or directions, and when she said "No," I accompanied Luke to the men's changing room.

As we were getting into our club tunics I asked Luke, "Want to tell me what's going on?"

He was somewhat dejected, clearly apprehensive, when he said, "All I know is that Natalie said that after tonight our lives will go in a different direction What that means, or what she has in mind for tonight she wouldn't say. I just hope that, at the very least, we'll still be married. Beyond that, I can hope for the stars, but I'll try to be happy with whatever she decides."

I tried to brighten him up a little. I said, "Look, based on my own experience, if she had decided to divorce you, you'd have gotten the papers already. I didn't add "Unless she's really, really pissed at you." Instead I said "I think that her being here is a good sign. My advice would be to keep your eyes on the stars and go with the flow."

Maybe that did some good. Luke seemed a little less dejected when he said, "Yeah, that's what I figured." And, after a pause, "Look John, I'll take all the help I can get here. Please?"

I said, "Of course," as I handed him his white Venetian half-mask.

When we got to the lounge, Natalie had not yet arrived. Given how take-charge she'd been about everything up to now, I decided not to order her a drink, though I had asked Ron to make sure that we had another bottle of the 18-year Jameson on hand, since that seemed to be what she liked. Instead, Luke and I grabbed some iced teas and had a seat.

The wait was worth it. When Natalie came in, instead of the fluffy robe of her first visit, she was wearing a lacy-half-cup bustier with matching bikini bottoms. Garter straps from the bustier held up lace-topped stockings which were encased at the other end in 3-inch heels.

Luke and I both gasped when she came in. Apparently this was as new and unexpected for him as it was for me.

"Got your attention, have I boys? Good." Natalie said. "Now, rule one. No touching without permission. Agreed?"

"Yes, counselor," I said. Luke just breathed out a "Yes."

"Good, now for rule two. This is my night and I have a big decision to make. I want you to agree that anything that I say goes. How about it?"

Luke immediately said, "Yes, dear." I wasn't so sure. "'Anything'?" I asked.

"Are you suggesting that I'm asking too much? Luke's been fucking around and lying to me for years, and for the past couple of those you've been helping him. I think it's my turn to be in charge. You have a reputation for being empathetic and sympathetic toward women. If you can't see it from my point of view and agree that maybe you guys owe me for that, you're not the man I thought you were."

Natalie had worked up quite a bit of color delivering her speech, and I felt the need to slow things down. "Wow, Natalie, that's pretty heavy," I said. "I'd appreciate a minute to collect my thoughts. Would you let me get you something to drink while I do that?'

"Of course, John," she said as she sat down. "I'm not trying to be a bitch here. I'm just asking that you guys treat me as an equal, and under the circumstances that seems to involve some catch-up being in charge. Now, a finger and a half of that excellent whiskey that you served last time would be very nice, please."

I asked Luke if he wanted anything else and he said he didn't. So I brought Natalie her Jameson and a Diet Coke for myself. I sat down right across from Natalie and, looking her straight in the eye, said "I'd like to back up a bit, Natalie. I don't know why you're here. I thought maybe it was for you to look more at the idea of at least cutting Luke some slack. Then when I saw what you were wearing, I thought maybe you'd decided to jump cross the line and join him as a full-fledged swinger.

"But what I'm hearing now sounds more like maybe you're looking for revenge sex. That's something I don't believe in. I think its destructive and degrading, and if that's why you're here, I'm going to check out of the rest of your evening."

Natalie started to say something but I cut her off. "And I don't believe in writing blank checks, either. It's an essential part of our operation here that everyone has the right to say 'No' at any time, and have that 'No' respected. So I'm not going to agree to your 'Anything' in advance. Now, can we talk this out or should I head off on my own?"

Thankfully, Natalie didn't come out swinging. Instead, she sat and sipped for awhile then said, "You're right. I came on too strong, and I let some of the bitterness from being cheated on and lied to get in the way of what I'd really hoped to accomplish here tonight. And maybe some of my insecurity from being on the verge of doing things that my whole life has said are wrong has made me overly aggressive."

Another pause for a sip of her whiskey then, "Christ, even these clothes that I'm wearing. From what I saw last time, I knew they'd fit right in here, but they are so not me. I think I'm blaming you guys for making me think that I should have worn them." She barked a rueful laugh, "So much for 'I am woman, I am strong'."

I said "Can I make a suggestion, please?" and she said, "Go ahead," without adding any snide remarks about me being the resident deviant sex expert, or anything like that. A good sign, I hoped.

"I can't do anything about your resentment about the cheating and lying. Frankly, those are legitimate things to be resentful about, but this isn't the place to deal with them; probably that should be a marriage counselor's office. All I can do is ask that you try to push them into the background for now.

"But I agree that while the clothes are really sexy, they are not right for you, at least not for you tonight. So, my suggestion is that you head back to the ladies' changing room and switch them for one of our standard outfits."

Without another word, Natalie downed the rest of her drink, got up and headed for the changing room. When she was gone Luke said, "Jesus, I'm sure glad you were here to handle that. I don't think she'd listen to me right now."

"Probably not," I agreed. "But if you'll take my advice, never forget that you're a sex addict. You were a little quick to agree to that 'Anything,' back there. Don't write any checks that your libido can't cash, or you'll just prolong the agony leading to your divorce."

Luke was not a happy camper at this point, so we just sat and sipped our tea, waiting for Natalie to reappear.

Happily, not only did she come back (I had not mentioned to Luke that I thought there was a good chance that she would just get dressed and drive off), but she was wearing our slave tunic rather than the fluffy robe. A very good sign, I thought, and it seemed to perk Luke up as well.

Instead of resuming her seat, Natalie headed to the bar and asked Ron for another drink. On the way she asked Luke and me if she could bring us anything; another good sign. Luke said yes, please, whatever she was having, and I opted for my standard Diet Coke.

When she'd passed out drinks and sat down she said, "Okay, let's start over and talk about why I'm here."

Before she got any farther I said, "You said you had a big decision to make tonight. Luke says you're solid as a rock up to three drinks, but he can't vouch for you beyond that, because he's never seen you have more than three at a time. When you add what you had before to what's in that glass, you'll be up to three. If you aren't sure you can handle more than that, would you please cut yourself off then?"

Natalie didn't like that. "And what business is it of yours whether or not I'm drunk?"

"Well, technically it's not. But as you say, I'm partly responsible for the mess that Luke has made and that you're planning to deal with tonight, and I'd hate to be responsible for helping you get shit-faced and making decisions that mess things up even further. Beyond that, I have my own selfish reason."

"Do tell," she said, after a small sip.

"Okay, I spent the first half of our tour last time hoping to make love with you. And the second half I spent wanting to fuck your brains out. I'm kind of hoping that we might get together tonight, but I have this rule about not taking advantage of ladies who have had too much to drink."

"Hear that Luke? John wants to fuck my brains out. Would you like that? Would watching that turn you on?"

Luke was still an attorney, and still on his first drink of whiskey, so his answer typically circumspect: "Is that what you want?"

"Let's not play lawyer games for now Luke, just answer the damned question."

Luke got out of his chair, walked over to Natalie, took her drink and put it on a table. Taking both her hands gently in his he said, "Natalie, if that's what you wanted to do, watching you and John fuck would make this the second greatest day of my life, right after the one where you agreed to marry me." Then he released her hands and went back to his chair.

Natalie thought for a moment, then got up, picked up her glass and took it back to the bar, where she asked Ron to hold it for her. Seated again, she said, "Good. Now, John, you said you don't know why I'm here. Let's get down to the nits and grits.

"When I was here last time I found, to my surprise, that looking at people having sex actually turned me on. Watching Luke fuck Cindy in the ass and watching you ravish - I can't think of a better word for it even if she was into it - that woman in the room next door made me come, even without touching myself.

"And you may recall that I mentioned the possibility of taking you as my first lover, if I ever decided to go that far.

"Well, tonight is for seeing how far I'll go, and maybe finding out if I want to keep going there or even farther. As you've seen, I gave Ron back most of my drink. I assure you I'm well within my limit as far as booze goes. And now I'm asking you to fuck me tonight. Does that satisfy your moral code? Oh, and I want Luke to watch while we do it, but I'm guessing that won't be a problem."

Luke gave an audible sigh, which I took to be of relief. He certainly didn't look upset. As for me, I hoped that I wasn't getting out of my chair too eagerly. I helped Natalie our of her chair and drew her into me for a long, deep kiss which she returned, our tongues playing, teeth occasionally nibbling each other's lips. Eager as her kiss said she was, I remembered that this was her first time actively challenging decades of Irish Catholic upbringing and years of married monogamy, and that she needed to be handled slowly, gently, like a young colt being broken to the bridle.

Since neither Luke nor Natalie had told me what she liked, beyond looking at others having sex, I decided that the best way to start was with just that. I took Natalie's hand and led her into the Union Station room, where I knew we'd find some action even this early in the evening. I found a quiet section of wall, backed myself against it, and drew Natalie backward against me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and felt her trembling.

I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, "Just watch and enjoy. I'm not going to do anything unless you ask me to."

She whispered back, "Oh Christ, John, don't make me have to ask. You're the one with all the experience. Just do what seems right. I'll say "Strawberry" if I want you to stop."

With that, I kissed her neck, but did no more for the moment as we surveyed the room.

It's nice that there are people you can count on. Mom and Dad had always been among the first to arrive on Fridays. As usual, Mom was ensconced on her favorite sofa, expertly eating a young cock as if it were an ice cream cone. I was surprised to see Dad playing in the Union Station, since he usually preferred a private room, but when I saw him buggering Mary from behind, I understood. Dad has a serious preference for the windward passage, and Mary really enjoys enjoys having her ass fucked. (Also her cunt and mouth, plus a bit of bondage. But she draws the line at humiliation and water sports.)

Turning her head to look at her husband, Natalie said "Luke, honey, I want to watch you go find a nice lady and make her come."

Sadly neither Cindy nor Beth had arrived yet. Rather than take a chance on an unknown, Luke went over to where my father was still plowing Mary's ass, knelt down and spoke with her. Mary then turned her head and said something to Dad, who dismounted. She patted the mattress next to her and Luke lay down. When she noticed that he wasn't completely hard, she took his cock into her mouth.

Natalie gasped as she saw Luke's cock completely disappear. Apparently deepthroating wasn't something she'd seen in her first visit, or anywhere else for that matter. I guess Luke and hadn't gotten Natalie into watching porn, either. "How does she do that?" Natalie asked.

"Well, first you need to want to; not everyone does. Then, as with every other learned skill, practice."

Having gotten Luke rock hard, Mary straddled him, aimed his cock at her cunt, and slid down. Once she had impaled herself firmly on Luke, she motioned Dad to get back in her ass, which he did without any trouble at all.

As Luke and Dad worked themselves into a rhythm, I could feel Natalie's breathing pick up. I again nuzzled her neck, and inserted a hand into the top of her tunic to fondle her left breast. She stiffened momentarily, but then leaned back against me and the only thing that stayed stiff was her nipple under the palm of my hand. My cock was also getting hard, so I used my other hand to make enough space between us to allow it to rise up, then let it rest between Natalie's buttocks.

By my count, Mary had three orgasms before Luke came. With each one, I increased my stimulation of Natalie's nipple, rolling in gently between my fingers with the first, pinching it lightly with the second, and dragging my fingernail back and forth across it with the third. She was breathing heavily and moaning, and I am certain that she came when Luke did. I was even more certain when she guided my free hand under the hem of her tunic and under her panties top, then placed it on her cunt. I started to finger her clit. Natalie put her hand over mine and said, "No. Just stick a finger into my pussy, but don't move it and don't take your hand away."

When Dad came, a little after Luke, the trio untangled itself and Luke came back to where Natalie and I were. Natalie said, "Thank you Luke, that was very stimulating. Now, I'd like for you to get down on your knees and use your mouth to make me come."

"Here," he asked incredulously, "in front of everyone."

"Yes, in front of everyone. They've let us watch, so turnabout seems only fair. I'm sure you've done this before with other women, so don't be shy."

Natalie spread her legs and as Luke raised the hem of her tunic to get between them I understood why she had told me to keep my hand where it was. Luke looked up at me with an expression of surprise that quickly changed to excitement. Then he pulled Natalie's panties down to expose her cunt, moved my hand out of the way, and buried his between her legs.

Natalie slumped back against me and said, "Play with my breasts now John. Not too rough, but not too gently either." I did as I was told and for good measure began nibbling on one of her ear lobes as well. It didn't take long, between Luke's and my attentions, before Natalie was moaning and squirming about, and then she came, loudly enough to turn several of the heads in the room.

She quickly grabbed my hands and swerved her cunt away from Luke's tongue, gasping, "Too much."

When her breathing had calmed Natalie said, "Luke would you please bring me a bottle of water. You might want to get something for yourself; maybe stronger." She didn't ask whether I needed anything, though when Luke returned with the water she did offer me a swallow.

Disengaging from my arms, Natalie turned to look at both Luke and me together. "Everyone happy so far?" she asked. We both agreed that we were, and Natalie said, "Okay, now we're going to put on a real show. John, you remember what you did with that lady the last time we were here?"

"I don't think I'll ever forget," I said. "That was special."

"Good, now I want you to do that to me."

"Just so there's no misunderstanding, you're telling me you want me to bend you over the back of that sofa and fuck you as hard and fast as I can, No foreplay, no lovemaking. Just plain hard fucking right?"

"Yes, precisely. And Luke, while John is fucking me I want you to stand in front of me, hold my hands, and look at my face the whole time. John, if you're not hard, you do whatever you need to do, except don't even think about sticking your dick into my mouth." With that Natalie finished slipping her panties off, let them fall on the floor and started walking toward the couch.