"What do you think they're going to do?" I said.
"You sound a bit nervous." I looked at my husband, driving us toward a northern suburb of the city.
"I am," I said.
"Do you want to back out of this?"
"No," I said. "But I'm starting to think that I'm going to be very embarrassed."
"Well, isn't that part of the game? Isn't that part of the fantasy we've talked about?"
"I know," I said, "but talking and role playing in our bedroom isn't what we're doing tonight." My mind kept flashing to the images I've had for a long time; twenty years at least. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, we can turn around right now and I won't be disappointed."
"I would be and I think that deep down you would be too. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but you'd come to regret that you didn't force yourself to do this." He was right. In spite of my growing apprehension of not knowing what they were going to do, and my fear that I would make an embarrassing fool of myself, I was tingling at the thought that my fantasy would soon become my reality. And I loved my husband for setting it all up.
We pulled up to a house in an older neighborhood where there were lots of trees that hid most of the houses from each other. Dusk had almost become night. I counted nine vehicles in the car court besides ours. There was going to be a crowd.
"Last chance, my love," my husband said, his hand on the ignition key. He seemed playful and confident but not a bit coercive.
"I love you, Alan," I said, reaching for his cheek. "If we don't do this now, we never will. I'm nervous as hell. My heart's pounding but I'm ready for anything. I think." We giggled at my words and kissed each other tenderly. He turned the motor off.
We walked up a path to the front door of a rambling brick house. Alan rang the doorbell. I squeezed his hand. In a few seconds, someone opened the light oak door.
"Ah, our guest of honor. Welcome and please come in." He was at least 50 years old with dark black skin, piercing brown eyes, and a radiant smile. He shook hands with Alan and then embraced me gently. I could feel the power in his arms. "I'm sure Alan told you, Sara, that we'll only use our first names." "He did," I said, trying to keep my voice from revealing my anxiety.
"Good," he said, still smiling. "I'm Robert and this is my modest abode. Everyone else is in the back living room. Follow me." He took my hand as we walked down a long, curved hallway. The silence of the foyer gave way to a growing clamor of voices. As we reached the living room, the people closest to us turned in our direction. That caused a ripple effect to roll through the room as the others turned and stopped their conversations.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present our guests, Sara and her husband, Alan." A chorus of friendly hellos greeted us and we both smiled back at what looked like a group of about 25 people. Most were men; I counted 6 women in the room. Robert proceeded to walk us around and introduce us individually to each person. Others resumed their chattering. A small woman about 40 years old appeared and asked us what we'd like to drink. She returned with two glasses of pinot noir. Alan and I mingled separately, talking with various people. At one point, I saw him across the room engaged in an animate conversation with two men and a woman.
A few minutes later, Robert asked the crowd to quiet down and then turned toward me. "Sara, as your host, I have the pleasure of directing the first activity." He reached for my hand and led me to the center of the room as the others backed away in a semi-circle in front of me. It was beginning.
"Sara, I want Jimmy to come stand behind you and unzip your dress." Oh, god! My heart was racing as I looked at all of the eager eyes. I didn't expect this to be happening so soon. I'm not ready, I thought. But, I was no longer in control.
A younger man, maybe 25, was suddenly at my back. He rubbed his hand lightly across my neck before grasping my zipper. He teased the crowd by slowly drawing it down. They encouraged him with catcalls and whistles. They were all really into it. Finally, he could lower it no further. He slid his warm hand up and down my back.
"Thank you, Jimmy," Robert said. "That will be all for now." The young man melted into the group to my left. Robert called on a man who looked like my father. "Please remove her dress, Bill," he said. Facing me, Bill pulled my dress off my shoulders, paused when he had it below my breasts, and then quickly pushed it down to the floor. He raised my left foot so that I could step out of the dress and then did the same with my right foot. He gathered the dress and stepped back into the semi-circle of spectators who were staring at me standing in my grey heels, wearing only a light blue bra and panties. "Okay, friends," Robert said. "We'll continue a little bit later."
The semi-circle dissolved and a few people came up and began talking with me. "Your face is turning red," a woman said. "I bet you've never done this before."
"Only in my fantasies," I said rather weakly, embarrassed as hell. Suddenly, she put her hand on my crotch and slowly rubbed my pussy. I didn't stop her. I didn't pull away. You see, that's why I was at that house with those people. I was there to do what they wanted; I was there to be controlled. That was my fantasy. I don't know how Alan found the group but I was all theirs; I was at their command and, as she fondled me, I could feel myself surrendering in spite of my embarrassment. I could feel my pussy tingle.
"My name is Susan," she reminded me, as she slid her hand up toward my breasts. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Yes," I said, lowering my eyes. Just then, Robert reappeared beside us.
"Okay, friends, we have more to attend to this evening," he said and everyone quieted down. "Susan, you're in a good position to remove Sara's bra." She needed no further instructions.
"Turn around, Sara," she said with some authority. Quickly, my bra was unhooked. "Take it off and give it to me." I did as I was told. My nipples were hard and crinkly. She put my bra in her pocket and smiled as she stared at my breasts.
"Aren't they pretty," Robert said. Heads nodded all around. He leaned down and started sucking on my tit, lapping my nipple with his tongue. Susan took the other one in her mouth. Instinctively, I put my hands behind their heads and gently held them to me. It felt so good. In unison, they pulled away. Robert looked annoyed.
"Sara, there are rules here that must be obeyed and the first one is that you don't guide us in what we do to you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said in a whisper.
