An Old Dog Learns New Trics

That evening, I was mostly absorbed in thought as to what would be happening with Brenda the next day. I said hardly a word to Mary. She probably thought I was just concerned about our financial predicament and just left me alone.

The next morning, I was shaking as I showered and prepared to return to Brenda's house. When I arrived as scheduled at 9:00, I was met by a woman who presented a very different persona than the one I saw the day before. Gone was the tight-fitting black dress with the matching heels. She now sported a conservative blouse that revealed no cleavage and a skirt that extended below the knees.

Reaching up to give me a light kiss, Brenda took me by the hand and led me into the living room where we had begun the day before. Two women were already there. To my amazement, one of them was someone from the neighborhood that I knew socially. Brenda made the initial introduction. "Tim, this is Debbie Poe and Barbara Weinstein. You already know Barbara, of course." Shyly, I nodded at them. "Ladies," Brenda explained, "he is new at this. But as you could see from the video and pictures already posted at the site, he is a companion who is well worth the money." I gasped as she reached over and massaged between my legs. Brenda then continued, "I need to get things together for the party. You folks just get better acquainted."

With that, she exited toward her kitchen. I was uncomfortable to see both women looking me up and down. I knew that they were contemplating paying Brenda to spend time with me. It was especially humiliating that one of them was a neighbor that I already knew socially. She and her husband were separated.

The three of us engaged in small talk for what seemed a long time. Eventually, the door bell rang. Brenda popped her head out of the kitchen and pleasantly told me, "Tim, would you get the door. That will be more guests arriving." I opened the door to find two more women. They were both attractive and probably in their forties, about the same age as me.

Eventually, there were maybe a dozen or so women present. Brenda introduced me to all of them in turn.

Brenda announced that she was still waiting for one more arrival before starting the festivities. When, again, the bell rang, she went with me to answer it. Opening the door, to my horror, I saw my wife, Mary. She had an expression of total shock to see me standing there. Brenda cheerily interjected, "Hello. Glad you could come. We were just getting started. I thought it was important that you be here." Puzzled, Mary followed the two of us into the living room where the other women were congregated.

Brenda brought the assembly to order. "Ladies. Ladies. You have been invited to meet a new property in our stable." With that she pointed at me. Mary gasped and put her hands over her mouth. "You have all no doubt already seen his material on the website. Now, you will have the chance to see and interact with him in person." She motioned for me to stand in front of all of them. "We will start by having him strip for you so you can see what he can offer." She turned and nodded at me.

Mary exploded, "This is outrageous. What is going on here?" I tried to explain that we had no choice. If I did not do it, we were homeless and she was without medical care. She was not convinced. Angrily, she made her way to the door, only to find that it was locked.

Calmly, Brenda called out to her, "Mary, honey, you are not going anywhere. Your husband is doing this because he loves you and wants to take care of you. So come back and watch." Our neighbor Barbara Weinstein, also encouraged her to cooperate. With a sigh, Mary returned to the assemblage.

Again, Brenda nodded to me. Swallowing hard, I knew that I was going to have to undress in front of this group of women who were interested in purchasing time with me. And my wife would have to witness it. Avoiding making eye contact with anyone as I undressed, I could hear Mary whimpering. When I was done, and standing naked in front of them, I had to listen as they, in turn, commented on the suitability of my body for their purposes.

Our neighbor, Barbara Weinstein, seemed especially interested. She eagerly pulled Brenda aside and the two of them, using hushed tones, engaged in an animated discussion. They seemingly reached some sort of understanding. Barbara looked at me and winked. Brenda announced to the group, "Ladies, she is going to pay for time with our new arrival in my 'special chamber.' Any of you who are now interested in arranging a session can see me afterwards. Also, since the wife of our 'newbie' is here, she will pay a double fee if the wife also participates in the session." Inquisitively, she looked at Mary. I could not believe what I was hearing. They now wanted to recruit my wife into the same arrangement.

Biting her lip, Mary responded, "Well, uh, my husband really has no choice but to participate. So, um, I suppose that I should be there with him--if that is what I need to do."

Our neighbor excitedly clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Excellent. We will have so much fun." With that, Barbara led me back toward what Brenda now referred to the 'special chamber.' It was where I had been the day before. I had some idea of what awaited us there. Clueless, Mary followed along behind.