The Club 171

The Club

A job change opened up a new world

Author's note: my thanks to a couple who told me their story and their introduction into "The Club".

Carol and I have been married for several years and we have a great relationship. My beautiful wife stands out in a crowd, literally, because she is six feet tall. She likes that I am three inches taller.

We met at a fund raiser for the local opera company. I'm not a big opera fan but on occasion I've sung with the ensemble when they needed more voices on the stage. Tenors are always in demand and fortunately, I'm able to sing in a couple of shows each season.

Carol was in attendance filling in for a friend who had to cancel at the last minute. Her job was to greet the guest and provide each with a name tag. She had a killer smile and we were literally eye to eye, hers being hazel. Her auburn hair framed her face perfectly and I thought she was beautiful.

"Nice to meet you, Larry," she said with a soft and melodic voice as she placed the name tag in my hand.

It was all I could do to catch my breath and mumble out, "Thank you, Carol."

There was food and wine around the ballroom and a small orchestra was in an adjacent room for music and dance.

I was enjoying the refreshments and chatted with several people I knew but after a while, I headed to the next room to listen to the music. Looking around, I saw Carol standing in the back. Fortunately, the music was soft enough to carry on a conversation so I saw my opportunity and made a bee line for her to get better acquainted.

She saw me moving toward her and greeted me with a big smile. Call it a guy thing, but I couldn't help but notice her nipples making their presence known under her long, slinky black evening gown. I made an effort not to stare at them and smiled back at her.

"Hi Carol," I said loud enough to be heard. "Enjoying your evening?"

"Yes, and you?"

"I am now," I said with a smile. "I hear a waltz. Care to dance?"

She nodded and we made our way to the dance floor. I'm not a great dancer but I can hold my own with most ballroom dances; the waltz being one of them.

The floor was crowded but we were able to navigate without running into others or stepping on each other's feet.

"Has anyone told you how lovely you look tonight?" I whispered in her ear.

"Well, would you prefer the list alphabetically or in the order of occurrence?"

I almost missed a beat while I processed that statement. Then she started to laugh. "I have a weird sense of humor, especially when I'm nervous."

That made me laugh. "I love your sense of humor," I replied, still chuckling.

"In answer to your question the answer is no. You are the only one - and thank you."

"Are you still on duty?" I asked when the waltz concluded.

"No. I'm free." Then she shook her head and giggled.

I took her by the hand and we headed back to the main ballroom. Some of the patrons had left so I was able to locate a table where we could sit and visit. I was pleased when she made no effort to let go of my hand.

After a quick detour to retrieve some red wine, we started down the sometimes-awkward path of getting to know more about each other. It quickly became apparent that we had a lot in common. We both grew up on farms in the Midwest and graduated from small schools -- we both had all of thirty in the class. We attended rival universities with her major being business and mine engineering.

We talked some about our jobs and what we liked to do for fun. She was an accountant with a firm that specialized in audits, she likes to travel when time and money permit, and she likes to work out several times a week. Unfortunately, we aren't members of the same gym. We finally had to say our goodbyes but not before setting up a second date. I felt this woman might be the one for me.

A year later, we were married. We had lots of fun getting to know each other along the way and, of course, sex entered into the picture fairly early.

The first time was special and something we duplicate on the anniversary of that day. It was raw, hot, and passionate. What started as a hello greeting at her door quickly advanced to hands roaming and clothes being removed on the way to the bedroom. I pulled off her panties and sat her on the bed then I quickly removed my briefs. She smiled and pulled my cock toward her pussy as she laid back on the bed. She was dripping wet and I was rock hard.

I slowly eased my eight inches into her. Every time I'd push a bit further, she'd sigh and rock her hips to take even more. When I was fully inside, I paused to savor the wonderful feeling. She moaned and said, "Oh my. You feel so wonderful."

She smiled and I could feel her vaginal muscles flex around my tool.

I kissed her and said, "That feels wonderful too."

In an earlier life I would have just thrown her on the bed and fucked her hard and fast. Sometimes wisdom does come with age and I knew I wanted this woman in my life. I wanted this to be special.

My strokes were slow and varied from shallow to deep. My goal was for her to climax at least once before I shot my load. Our tongues were dancing as we kissed and she would sigh as I moved down to kiss and suck her nipples. Her hands were on my head as I moved from one breast to the other.

Her first climax was intense and she moaned so loud I thought the neighbors might hear. Her body shook and convulsed but I didn't let up. She wrapped her legs around my back and my thrusting became long and hard. As she neared the edge again, her breathing became shallower and I increased my tempo. When her body tensed, I pumped hard and deep and added my cum to hers.

I collapsed in her arms and it took a few moments to recover.

I kissed her and she whispered, "You're incredible."

"I think we're incredible together."

We adjourned to the shower and took time to enjoy each other's bodies until we ran out of hot water. Certain parts were carefully washed and explored better than others. I took my time toweling her off and when I knelt down in front to dry her legs, I enjoyed the view of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. I took advantage of that opportunity to place my mouth against her pussy. She sighed and moved her legs a little wider.

I ran my tongue down and up between those beautiful lips a few times before I concentrated on her swollen nub. Carol moaned her approval when I took her clit in my mouth and gently kissed and sucked it.

I pushed her closer to the edge by inserted two fingers into her wet and eager cunt to rub her G spot. I began to softly lick her clit as she held my head for support and matched my action by rocking her hips.

It didn't take long before she pulled me hard against her pussy and her whole body began to shake. She clenched her legs together and held my fingers in tight before letting go to sit on the edge of the tub.

She was still breathing hard when she said, "That was incredible! I've never experienced anything like that before in my life."

"Well, sweetheart, maybe we can change that."

Over time we had several discussions about our desires, our hopes and dreams, and what we want in a relationship.

We covered every topic we could think of from A to Z. Money and sex received the most attention. As far as sex was concerned, we agreed that pleasuring and being pleasured was very important. We were also in agreement about not letting our sex life become routine or boring. As Carol pointed out, there are a lot of cookbooks to make meals interesting, why shouldn't sex be just as enjoyable and fun too.

Over the years we made good with our promise of great and exciting sex. We found the internet to be a great help. We liked the videos and pictures but what really hit our hot button were the stories. Most of the stories were short, explicit, and erotic.

We would take turns reading while at the same time masturbating our partner. It wasn't uncommon to act out the story we had just read. If it was a threesome, we would fantasize about what it would be like even though we didn't have any person in mind. Oral sex is quite prevalent in every story and we both adopted and put into practice many of the techniques described in the stories.

Early in our dating, the BJs I received were not very sensual and sometimes a bit painful. It isn't difficult to find on some adult web sites a detailed 'how to' instructions for just about everything. It was great fun to read something, try it, and get the feedback from the other. There are lots of ways to pleasure one's lover orally.

Shopping for toys and lubes was always a treat. To enlarge the display while shopping, we would mirror the screen from the laptop onto the big screen TV. Carol would sit in my lap and as she read about each product; I would fondle her breast. Over the years we collected several toys and used a lot of lubrication products. We preferred the water base and we wrote reviews for every item.

Massages were something that wasn't done very often. Even though it was 'whole body', it quickly became foreplay for a hand job. We both enjoyed them but we didn't like the oils. Lubes were terrific on genitals but not the body and the oils are not only messy but they stain the sheets.

We really enjoyed the hand jobs. I love the look on Carol's face as I fucked her with my fingers and rubbed her clit with one hand, and fondle her breast with the other. I'd make it a point to vary the speed and intensity to create an explosive climax. She, on the other hand, is very versatile. She has become proficient with bringing me off with one hand, two hands, and even using her feet. She gets a big kick watching my cum shoot into the air. She has made several short videos with her phone of those glorious eruptions.

All of that changed suddenly and is the subject of this story.

Carol and I were always physically active. We were regulars at the gym and our jobs didn't have us confined to a desk, staring at a screen. My job in particular, had me out in the field most of the time. Running around in steel toed work boots up and down stairs is good cardio.

That changed the day my boss told me to go see his boss. On my way out of his office he said, "Congratulations, Larry."

I was being 'promoted' to a new position that in essence took me out of the field and behind a desk. It was a job with a good career path and the money was attractive.

It didn't take long before I noticed two things. I hadn't changed my eating habits and I was adding more weight despite my trips to the gym. The worst part was how my upper body felt after spending so much time at the computer.

My sweet Carol tried to give me some deep muscle massages but after a few days said she didn't have the knowledge or the strength to do me any good. I tried to assure her that what she did felt great and was more effective than sitting in the hot tub at the gym.

It wasn't long before I received a call from Carol telling me she thinks she has the solution to our massage issue. All I needed to do was to take tomorrow afternoon off.

When I got home, I learned of the plan. Carol had searched the internet and found a massage therapy company that specializes in teaching couples how to give massages to each other in their home. Their focus is to help people who are victims of the computerized society. They also emphasize that their sessions were not intended make you a trained massage therapist. Our instructors were the owners.

It looked good to us so the next day I came home early enough to have lunch with Carol; followed by a shower. We love to shower together to 'save water' but actually it's a great opportunity for a quickie too.

After giving each other a good cleaning, Carol skillfully used her mouth and hands to bring my cock to full readiness. With her back to me, she bent over and guided my hard member into her love hole. She was wet and ready as I pushed my dick to the limit. I reached around and held her breast while I fucked her hard from behind. She loves this position because between my pounding and her masturbating, she climaxes quickly and often.

Since this was to be a hands-on massage, our instructions were to wear underwear or Carol could wear a two-piece swimsuit. We elected to go with underwear and I couldn't help but admire my wife's sexy body. We slipped into our robes and waited. Our new adventure was about to begin.

Suzi and Ron arrived at the appointed time and they were a handsome couple that I estimated to be a few years our junior. Suzi was a few inches shorter than Ron and her blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She definitely had a nice figure and seeing her nipples pushing against her top made my member start to grow. They both were dressed in tee shirts and shorts and Ron had a small case that contained their supplies.

Their operation was simple. They would help us create a massage setting and they would teach us with an easy procedure. We agreed with their recommendation of doing the massage on the floor and, knowing how messy oil can be, Carol had a quilt and some sheets at the ready.

The four of us adjourned to the kitchen and had some coffee and fresh biscotti to get acquainted and relaxed. Ron and Suzi were a married couple and they had been doing this 'in home' program for several years. We discussed our lifestyle and our expectations from the program.

The idea was quite simple. Learn from the pro with one on one instruction. Carol, with Suzi's help, would give Ron a massage starting with his head. He would provide feedback to her technique. She would then move to me and repeat what she had just learned. That procedure would continue until she had done my whole body.

With Ron's help, I would use the same procedure on Suzi and Carol.

"The one variation from visiting a standard massage therapist is that you can do the chest area," Rom remarked.

I looked at Carol with a grin and she gave me a wink.

Suzi laughed and said, "Ah yes, most couples tend to short change their massage because of that; especially you guys. We recommend you do that last before you proceed to something more .... ah ... sensual."

"Guilty as charged," I chuckled.

"Let's get started," Ron stated and we moved to the study.

Carol and I looked at each other as we watched Ron and Suzi undress. After exchanging a smile and a nod, we removed our robes and stood in front of them in our underwear. I couldn't help but smile at that brief moment when we are speechless as we give each other the once over. I think Suzi enjoyed the way my briefs revealed the outline of my cock and Ron tried not to stare at Carol's size Cs and her pussy lips barely hidden by her panties.

He and Suzi stood in front of us barely in their swimsuits. Suzi's bikini had less fabric than what Carol was wearing and Ron sported a nice package in a small Speedo. A quick glanced at Carol and seeing her nipples growing hard told me she was enjoying the display, too.

Ron was the first to break the ice. "It's nice to see a couple who have taken care of themselves."

"Do you have many clients who aren't in good shape?" Carol asked.

"Unfortunately, more than we would like," Ron replied. "It's difficult to give a deep massage on a body that's more flab than muscle. You two have great muscle tone and that makes our job a lot easier and more fun."

I gave Carol and hug and we did a high five.

"Ok, Larry. I believe we are on the receiving team so please join me on the floor,"

With Ron and I lying face down and under Suzi's guidance, Carol started the process. She first massaged Ron's scalp and once satisfied, she moved to me. Back and forth between us, she traveled, doing one area at a time. Suzi showed Carol ways to save her hand strength by using her palm, knuckles, and elbow. All of it felt wonderful and before long they were ready for us to flip over on our backs.

I was curious to see how the girls were going to deal with two dicks barely covered and clearly on display. I know thinking about it had my cock growing and I quickly made an adjustment as I flipped over. In my peripheral vision I witnessed Ron doing the same.

Watching Carol, clad in only her underwear, massaging Ron was erotic. She was certainly getting into it.

She massaged our face, neck and shoulders first before moving to our legs. Each leg was done in three parts starting with our feet. To do our legs, she moved in between them which required us to spread them fairly wide.

When Carol started on Ron's upper leg, Suzi directed her on how to use both hands to massage the upper thigh, particularly on the inside. Carol wasn't the least bit hesitant and she looked over and gave me a wink and smile. I knew it wouldn't be long before I would know what she had been doing to bring on that smile.

When it was my turn, I learned, much to my pleasure and Ron's, that massaging the inner thigh with two hands also puts one of them in frequent contact with the genitals. Having my dick and balls rubbed like that was pure foreplay and my erection was on full display for the girls. The best part was this would all be repeated on the other leg.

By the time Carol had finished my second leg, there was a large wet spot on my underwear from precum oozing from my throbbing dick. Carol added to my misery by giving my manhood a squeeze before moving to do the chest and abdomen massage on Ron. Her playfulness was not lost on Suzi. Then I remembered, I get to do this same 'touching' to both girls.

Under Suzi's guidance, I watched as Carol used different massage techniques on Ron's chest and abdomen. When her hands were hovering around Ron's waistband, I wondered, given her experience with his crotch, how close to his dick she would get.

When it was my turn, Carol gave my pecs a deep massage. Then she slowly moved to my abs and her hands frequently moved under my waistband brushing across the top of my cock. She confided later that she had brushed across Ron's dick a few times too.

Ron and Suzi praised Carol for her excellent efforts and when we traded places, it was very clear that Ron and I were sporting erections and corresponding wet spots. My white cotton briefs made it even more obvious. The girls didn't hide looking and smiling at our proud members.

I've had enough experience massaging Carol to know how much force to use and I was pleased that Suzi thought my technique was quite good. Like with Carol, she and Ron provided tips on where and how to use more than just my fingers.

I dutifully followed Ron's direction and actually learned a lot. It was quickly evident to me that I had done a poor job in the past and I made sure my technique was better before moving to Carol.

The legs are a large muscle group and Ron's instructions reminded me just how inadequate I had been. Still, it took Herculean strength for me to concentrate on the task at hand and not be distracted by the sight of a barely covered pussy.

Finally, we were ready for the upper and inner thigh. I gave it my best shot and I worked the inner portion with great enjoyment. I was as far up Suzi's leg as I could go and I know my hands were giving her labia a massage too. Ron never said a word and Suzi had her eyes closed and a big smile. I glanced over to Carol and gave her a wink.

I performed the same massage for Carol and discovered, much to my delight, that her panties were very wet. I especially made sure her labia received even more contact.

I didn't squeeze Carol's pussy after I had finished with her legs. Instead, and while Ron looked on, I placed my thumbs under her panties and gave her pussy lips a quick rub.

Ron instructed me to kneel at Suzi's head and lean over to massage her upper chest. She never refastened her top when she had turned over and it wasn't very tight across her breasts. Although I never saw her nipples, there was a lot of cleavage and skin. She didn't make any adjustments and I thoroughly enjoyed the view.