Early spring in Maryland is a magical time. Some days it is so warm and you can feel the sun basting your skin but at the same time there is an underlying chill. Winter is reminding you that she has something to say. You can never be quite sure whether to wear; a shirt and jeans or a jacket and gloves. But the sun rises up in the sky seeming to say I am coming and soon, I will be the one in control.
That was the type of day it was on Saturday. Britney and I took the girls to church so they could go to girls camp. I have fond memories of girls camp. Two weeks of preaching, singing, playing games, zip lining, having dorm raids and playing pranks on each other.
I went to girls camp every year from the time I was 8 until I was 17. I made some lifelong friends there and made plenty of lifelong memories. I hoped my daughters had the same experience.
The church skewed significantly younger than it had when my whole lifestyle change happened. We had significantly more women than men and, truth be told, many of the old timers had left so the men could get out of here before their wives found out.
Those that were left, well, I could only assume that they liked their current dilemma.
Britney and I had the longer established members of the church under complete control. They acted as if they were controlled by some vague threat of a video release. That was a threat in the beginning, but had not even been mentioned in months.
My husband, as recompense for his immoral act upon me, had been completely sexless for over a year, except for his daliances with the other men of the church and the men that I brought home. Rob had been tougher to break, but he needed to be broken before Britney would be completely on board with me.
The night my husband and Rob were left home alone to do chores while Brit and I went out to find men to bring home and were still in their bra and panties with all chores done and we caught them comparing each others cock cages when we got home. Both were locked up with a twist. Britney had my husbands key and I had her husbands key.
The only thing I wanted to unlock them for was to watch the fuck each other. I think having his best friend fuck his ass might be the last hurdle to completely decimating my husbands pride. He doesn't have much left.
That glorious Saturday, as the sun beat down on us, we were wearing clothes that would have been scandalous in this church a year ago. I wore black spandex pants with 2 and a half in heeled ankle boots and a bustier top that shoved my nice tits up to an almost obscene height, exposing vast acreage of flesh. Britney wore a pair of spiked heels, a pair of black leather pants and white tube top. It was so tight that there was a definite color change where her nipples were and that shade variance surrounded a prominent nipple. She had beautiful, always erect nipples.
Our girls were going to be away for two weeks and my parents took the baby so my husband and I could have a two week vacation. Britney and Rob just had the two girls, so they were free as well.
We had left our husbands at her house doing their chores, but they were to leave there and go to our house and do everything that needed to be done there as well. They were going to have one problem; Brit and I had removed ALL their mens clothing since the kids were not going to be home. They would be indoors BUT they would have to get to the car and in our house without being seen.
Brit thought they would wrap themselves in coats to get to the car and into the house. My suspicion was they wouldn't even try. They would still be at her house. Either way, I had plans. Brit and I were going to pick up a man to bring home and fuck. At my house, no matter who was or wasn't there.
We would deal with our husbands depending on what they did. But, I felt either way it would involve cocks, either real or silicone, going up their ass until they begged for mercy.
But, for now we weren't even thinking of them. We had gotten the girls off and we were on our own.
In a small town, two girls out by themselves dressed as we were caused a lot of commotion. Men were staring everywhere we went. We could feel the disapproving eyes of most of the women. We didn't care.
We ate breakfast/lunch at a local diner. They always have good food and decent prices. The waitresses aren't judgemental either. That does NOT necessarily apply to the customers.
We walked into the stares of men. We watched and saw the reproach of women. We laughed and giggled at it and we had a great time. We had become great friends in the past 9 months, and one thing I had learned quickly. Britney looked like an angel, but she was as filthy as a demon.
She had already conquered things with Rob that I had not even considered with my husband. She fucked his ass regularly. She fisted his ass. She pissed on him. She had gotten other men to piss on him. She had made him bring men home for her.
I was in awe of her.
We left the diner and headed for our primary destination for the afternoon; Plato's.
It had been a while since either of us had seen Danae, but in truth, her influence was all around us. Several of the new members of our church were women that we met at Plato's. Tracy and Dawn, two women in their late thirties who had been best friends since high school, were regulars at Plato's. Their husbands had no idea that they spent their free time in such a sexually liberating environment, but they had moved to our church and I had played with both of them a couple of times at Plato's. Once with Britney. Dawn and I had laid back on one of the couches and started out just kissing and caressing, but it, of course, escalated until we explored each other's bodies and made each other cum orally while many people, including Britney and Tracy, watched. Tracy and Britney were kissing while they watched us and I must admit to a little twinge of jealousy.
I wanted Britney for myself but hadn't had the nerve to tell her so. We had exchanged the occasional kiss and had even explored each other's bodies a little bit. But it was never serious and always ancillary to whatever else was going on.
Plato's had become such a familiar place that Britney and I had a ritual.
We walked in the door, and as always Danae saw us and her face lit up. She looked at us like her protoge's and took pride in our growth. She came down and met us, greeting each of us with a passionate kiss.
"Take your clothes off. Stay awhile." She encouraged us..
We were already started. There was no place to change, or to try on clothes at Plato's. There were no booths for privacy. Everything was out in the open and once you got used to that, you began to relish the freedom.
Britney caught me staring at her as she undressed.
"Like what you see?" she asked with an evil smile.
"Always" I said purposefully, not averting my gaze. "I know perfection when I see it."
She just smiled as she continued to undress, but she seemed to slow down and become a little more purposeful and a little more sexual as she stripped. She seemed to be moving her hips, almost imperceptibly, as if she wanted deniability if I didn't like it.
