CH 3
Best to read previous chapters.
When we got home from work on Monday she told me she had called WTW. "They want me to attend a four day retreat to learn more about sex and that's apparently the only way I'll get to fuck Kyle again, so I'm going to do it."
I pretended to be unsure and even reluctant about the whole thing. "Have you really thought about this?"
"I don't have to think about it, I want that fucking cock again," she snapped. I was a little startled as she was being totally out of character for the Karen I knew. Loving the idea of having a slut for a wife, it was very encouraging the way she wanted so bad to fuck Kyle again.
"Okay, I was just asking. What happens next?"
"I've scheduled a week off and you're dropping me off at the retreat next Monday."
I was thrilled, but downplayed my excitement. "What's the rush?"
"YOU FUCKING SAW WHAT THAT COCK DID TO ME, asshole. You've wanted this and now you have it. Kyle made me feel like a dirty whore and I liked it, so live with it."
"Calm down sweetie." In case you don't know, never tell a woman to calm down.
"Said the man whose cock I can no longer feel. It's a good thing your tongue work is exceptional. I love you but goddamit your sex games have now done something irreversible."
This was all music to my ears, and a bit scary as well. The week leading up to her, (us actually) going to the retreat was tense. She made me lick her off every morning and evening and every time told me that my orally inspired orgasms were not enough and my cock needn't even try. She did suck me off every other day, or thereabouts, and did stop spitting me out. That was an early bonus and the actual training hadn't even started.
I didn't think she even needed to go to the retreat, but when I mentioned that we could simply go out cock hunting more often she blew up at me.
"Don't start being a stupid asshole," she yelled at me. "I have no doubt I'll be doing more cock hunting, with and without you, but I'll do anything to get Kyle's cock in me again. He says for that to happen I have to go to the retreat, so I'm going and you're paying for it. Don't bother telling me how much it costs because we know I'm worth it and you can afford it."
It was just like Darin said, once the wife experiences one of their pros, they'll be the one pushing for the training.
Monday came around and I had secretly secured my own week off from work and packed a suitcase which I put in the trunk of the Lexus. When Karen travels she brings most of the house. This time she only packed one small bag and her make-up case. When I asked her about it she said the guy at WTW said all she needed was a couple of short dresses, some lingerie, makeup and high heels.
She had had daily conversations with Darin and was very upbeat about going to the spa, as the training center was called. They should have called it Club Bed. I was hiding my excitement and my imagination was overflowing with the possibilities of what I might be witnessing while there.
I dropped her off at the ranch house style estate. Once she was inside I pretended to leave, driving around behind the place to the husband's entrance and parking in a secluded garage, as per Darin's instructions. I pushed a buzzer outside the back door and a guy opened the door and said, "You must be slut Karen's husband. I'm Gil, your guide for the week."
He showed me to my quarters and then gave me a tour of the husband's side of the place. There were a lot of cinder block walls and tile floors so everything was cold and gray and gave off echoes. Darin explained that the other side, the wives' side was the opposite: carpeted and cozy with lots of natural warm colors.
Most interesting to me were the viewing rooms. There were two-way mirrors that served as observatories for the bedrooms and a large room that looked like any typical bar. It was complete with bar and stools, tables back from the bar, a small dance floor and a small stage that could have been for a small band to set up. I hoped it would be used for better things. Dim lights, neon beer signs, a pool table and the kind of odd artifacts a bar owner will sometimes acquire for his customers amusement completed the scene. It was authentically any old bar.
The bar could be "viewed" from the little rooms behind the walls bordering the tables. Another viewing room sat behind the bar. As with most bars, drinks were poured from bottles on shelves behind the bartender and behind that a mirror (two way in this faux bar) looked out through the bottles of liquor. All of these settings, from the bedrooms to the barroom, included audio equipment so the wives and their suitors could be listened in on as well as observed. The whole thing was brilliant.
After the tour we went to a dining hall where I met four other husbands, Joe, Deny, Pete and Marcus. Our discussions soon illuminated that we were all submissive in nature and all had signed up for the package that included domination training. We ate lunch and discussed our thrill at having our wives turned into exceptional sluts.
In the afternoon we attended a meeting where an itinerary was discussed. We were offered several ways to spend our time during non wife viewing hours. There was a room with a 65 inch, HD, big screen for viewing top notch porn, much of it cuckold porn. I guess that was part of our training. I found myself wildly attracted to the scenes involving husband humiliation.
We each had our own personal guide to answer questions. They also accompanied us on wife viewing sessions to see how we reacted to seeing our wives having sex with others. We were told that during the day our wives would be receiving lectures on how to be an exceptional slutwife while maintaining an otherwise conventional life. We were not allowed to witness their training for proprietary reasons.
Gill informed me that the wives would learn how to act slutty to attract guys who loved fucking sluts; and how to perform like a good slut so that the men would always come back for more. Gill said, "They will learn an attitude that will set them apart from average sluts. Its foundation will be centered on the idea that the more open they are to kinky and even raunchy sex, the more in demand they will be. They will learn to be the perfect submissive for their boyfriends and the perfect dominant for their husbands."
This place knew more about what I want than I did.
"Evenings," Gil said, "will start with a bar scene, where the wives will be hit on and end up going to a room to be fucked by one or more men. There are closet sized fuck-rooms that border the barroom, but on the first night they get to take a guy back to their regular rooms. It's kind of a breaking in night."
The first evening finally came and I was seated behind a mirror that was behind the bar. I had the bartender's view of things. I sat on a comfortably padded bench and counted eight guys in the bar. I didn't see any of the wives yet. Gill handed me a headset for listening, then he handed me a roll of toilet paper. He said, "No husband gets through the viewings without jacking off. You won't need it for the bar scene, but next, if your wife is game tonight, we'll get to watch her getting fucked back in her room."
I burst out laughing to his puzzlement. I explained, "For$15,000 I thought I would be jacking off in a silk handkerchief." At that we both laughed and he promised to look into it.
One by one the wives strolled into the bar. They were dressed slutty. Micro mini skirts, high heels, stockings and garters in view due to the short skirts. Two had tight fitting tube tops and one had a transparent top with no bra underneath. Karen was the only one with a mini dress. I was familiar with it, but it looked shorter than I remembered it. Perhaps some alterations had taken place during the day. It was a yellow flowered print of a thin material that fanned out wide at the bottom.
Two of the guys sat well apart from each other at the bar. Four others sat at various tables and the remaining two were at the pool table when the wives came in. One of the wives sat next one of the guys at the bar. Two others sat by themselves at empty tables and Karen went over to the pool table. Once we saw how the women were getting situated in the bar, Gill told me to follow him. We went to a viewing room close to the pool table and Gill turned up the mic on the lamp over the table. He explained that the other husbands were in viewing booths down the wall from us. He told me to put the headset on.
Within minutes guys had moved to sit with the women at the tables and a guy had scooted next to the wife at the bar. I took a moment to connect each woman with the descriptions I had heard from their husbands. However, with Karen obviously angling to get hit on, I had no interest in the other women.
We got comfortable and I watched Karen walk up to one of the biker looking guys and say, "I'll play the winner, but I've never played so one of you has to teach me." I was getting hard just thinking about her bending over the pool table. I watched as both guys eyed her up and down. I wondered if they were going to start drooling. Rarely do you see a woman as beautiful as she is dressed so slutty.
