* This is the concluding story of this three-part series. Once again, thanks for reading and, once again, do not read if you are looking for monogamous consenting material.
We woke up in the hotel on Thursday morning after our Wednesday evening of normality, although I use that word loosely.
Adele enjoyed a night off from her series of challenges, but both herself and her partner Paul, and myself and my curvy lover Jade, stayed in a family suite with two double beds, and too much wine did lead to a lot of fooling around, although we did impose a 'no fucking' rule as this week was all about the clever, cocky Adele getting what was coming to her.
We did take some wonderful pictures, at the girls giggly request, of each of them, one at a time, crouching between our two hard cocks, one in each hand. For some reason they decided to play up for the camera, and the theme seemed to be old school porno shots!
We drank a lot, we laughed a lot, and it was after 4am before we finally began to pass out, although only after Jade had done her usual submissive rounds of various body parts and holes with her tongue, and I have fond memories of a long, slow cock-sucking exhibition from Adele.
Still, while that used to be quite a story for our sexy foursome, regular readers will know that things have moved on so much since those type of nights.
Adele had confessed her fantasies to me, without knowing, in an internet chat room and she was now being manipulated, unaware, into carrying them out, one by one, as part of her week of challenges.
She'd already spend three days wooing her boss, and had got to live out her lurid daydreams of teenage-style fumbles, which resulted in her sucking her boss dry and being finger fucked over his desk, and here lies the problem...
Under the rules of her challenge, she was forbidden to cum, but had not been able to control herself, meaning that, in one way or the other, she would need to be punished.
Our plan today was to take Adele to an exclusive sex club that only opened two or three times a month. It was about 200 miles from where we live, so I was pretty sure we'd have anonymity. I had to send them pictures of all four of us, then wait for them to admit us to the club for one day only. Thankfully, we all passed the test. On saying that, it's not a surprise given that Paul and I were bringing a smoking hot blond and a voluptuous, brunette slave.
Jade and I woke up around noon and, seeing our matching couple still passed out, we decided to go for a walk, and it was then that Jade suggested an idea for punishing Adele for enjoying a forbidden orgasm with her boss. I was surprised that she'd thought of such a fiendish plan, and it took me a little while to let it sink in, but there was no denying that it was the perfect way to punish Adele, even if it had consequences. I could tell you, but that would spoil the surprise!
We met our best friends in the lobby in early afternoon and headed into a nearby town for a shopping spree ahead of tonight. Adele had no idea what was going on and I am sure that Paul kept the secret, but our first job was to buy them both outfits. I say outfits, but truth is that they'd be going in long coats with very little underneath.
Jade was free to choose her own but, as we arrived in a quite sizeable sex shop, Adele was told she'd have to wear what she was given.
"Really?." she quipped sarcastically. "Whatever will I do?"
We laughed but, once again, this sweet friend of ours irked me with her over-confidence.
After picking through a few rails of saucy outfits, I pulled one item off it's resting place and showed Paul. He just smiled his approval.
"Adele, this is for you. No top, just this. And no panties, either."
I threw it at her, and she was left holding what was best described as a red cheerleaders skirt, but one not long enough to even cover her pussy, let alone her ass.
"Off you go then," barked Paul. "Try it on."
She wiggled away into the changing room, trying to appear unmoved by the whole occasion.
Before long she pulled the curtain back and stood there in what was more of a belt than a skirt. It stopped almost level with her clit, the pleats brushing constantly against her most sensitive part, while a quick turn showed that it didn't even come close to covering her ass. Perfect.
"Wait there Adele. I think we need an objective opinion," Jade chipped in, being the naughty bitch that she is.
Seconds later she was leading the male shop-assistant, a student type, by the hand to the dressing room, his eyes bulging and his body freezing at the sight that confronted him.
"Go on then, show him the back!" added Jade.
Adele did so, and the young lad vigorously nodded his approval, before being sent away again to his check out, and he was still blushing when we paid for our skimpy garments, which now included a tiny leather mini-skirt for Jade, again missing a top.
We found a cute little cafe for an late lunch, and told Adele over our first drink of the day - a nice way to kick off the hangover - that we would be going to a sex club at 5pm and once we arrived she would again be under our control, and was to obey every command. She sat up straighter in her seat, but again tried to hold this air of confidence.
"Fine."
Both girls were to change in the hotel room, while Paul and I would go fully dressed before losing everything once we arrived, which was a rule of the house for all men.
We had two hours to kill before leaving, so we lounged in the hotel bar, topping up our courage with wine and then heading to the room to get ready, which involved a doubling up in the shower. At the girls insistence they took a picture of both Paul and I in the shower at the same time, which was like something out of a gay chatline advertisement! I have to admit, it was funny.
After hurrying the girls along, we were soon in a taxi which took us to a bar across the road from our real destination. We had a shot for luck then made our way over, entering through a side door belonging to quite a large, square building.
We were greeted by a burly, suited man, who asked for the email that we were told to print out, then he waved us inside, into a tiny, dingy reception area.
"Go through that door, use the lockers for clothes then come back here."