* 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."
He was short, and abrupt, and a look from Paul, however silent, simply said "are you sure about this?"
I told him it would be fine, although it was awkward when we were eventually standing naked beside the doorman, waiting on the girls. How can it take them two minutes longer than us when all they had to do was take off their coats?
Their state of undress did little to phase our tattooed receptionist, as he ran threw some basic rules with the four of us. 'Plenty for everyone' he said a few times, then he opened a locked door and told us to walk to the end of the corridor and knock on the door at the far end.
We did just that, taking a leap of faith as we resigned ourselves to whatever lay in wait. We reach our destination, and knocked.
The door swung open, and what greeted us was elegant, plush and classy. Red carpets, massive sofas and chairs, a swanky bar and about 70 people already conversing with each other. We all could sense the relief.
"Alright," I told Adele, "you are our property again. Let's get a drink and go explore."
We did just that, heading from the main lounge area and popping our heads into various rooms of all shapes and sizes. Some were simple with beds in them, while others were empty with straps and restraints attached to the walls. One had chairs and tables with holes cut out in appropriate positions, while another simply had one toilet in the middle. It was like a Disney World of perversion!
More to the point, we soon realised that about another 50 people had already begun to indulge, and on our quick survey, we had already witnessed simple cock sucking, two women using toys on each other (that's another room!), a foursome on a bed... and it was only early evening!
The girls were forever passing comment and giggling, and they were also attracting looks themselves, although there were other very attractive women there too.
However, despite having to send a photo of all four of us, there were people here of all shapes and sizes, young and old, so the email process must have been as much about balance as anything.
Eventually, we came to another 'lounge area' and other 30 or so people having drinks, and off that bar area were even more rooms. I could only imagine what this place was going to be like later tonight, but I remembered that the mission was the important thing, and I left Jade and our friends at this second bar and began to check out some of the other rooms.
The first door I opened was into a room with a bed although this time it was massive, and no doubt host to many an orgy. A little further down was a normal sized room with a poker table, with a sign saying 'forfeits only' hanging above it. Very kinky.
This area of the club was not yet bustling, but I eventually found the room I was looking for, a simple square box with holes in it, albeit ones that appeared covered up or filled in. I ducked my head inside to survey the scene, and there was a pillow on the floor, and each wall had three holes in it at different waist levels, while the top foot or so of the wall was actually a two-way mirror, allowing the person attached of the throbbing member to see his victim, but not the hungry mouth to see the owner of the cock.
On the inside, each hole had a shutter, a little like a airplane window blind, which was pulled to the side by the girl as a way of giving a green light to strange dick. It was ideal, and I grew a little just thinking about it.
I walked back to find my lovely threesome on a couch, drinking rum and, thankfully, they had kept one for me. Jade was on Paul's knee, her feet dangling across onto Adele, which was enough to render her skirt redundant, as her pussy spent more time in full view than not. Adele, even sitting normally, was on show, and would be all evening.
As we began on our next drink, I whispered to Paul and he went to check out the glory hole room, returning with a negative.
"It's busy."
