Book Club Orgy

Summary: Three girls and a guy have a night to remember.

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Book Club Orgy

Tori, Christine, Patrick and Tracy had formed a book club together, and had been meeting every Thursday night for the past ten years. In addition to discussing the books they read together, they’d also steadfastly supported each other through the ups and downs of life, since each of them had enjoyed their own times of happiness, as well as facing periods of anguish and disappointment.

Tori’s history was quite a common one for a woman who’d just turned forty. She was still very pretty and had been called a MILF more than once, including by some of her college students, and recently quite bluntly by a hot student who was clearly very attracted to her… and who had even fleshed out the words of the acronym just last week, by remaining after class for a moment to quietly tell her point blank she was the professor he’d most like to fuck, before sauntering out of the classroom, obviously not expecting a reply… yet. She was married, but that spark had died long ago, and they hadn’t had sex in years, although they still lived together while no longer really loving each other, because their youngest was still at home… a senior at her high school. Her husband openly admitted to watching porn to get himself off (not to their daughter of course), and unbeknownst to him she did as well…. although she preferred reading erotica first to get herself close, and then watching some nasty porn to bring herself to her own money shot… her favourite theme being a younger man seducing and giving an older woman very like herself the fucking she so badly longed for.

Christine was thirty-eight, recently divorced (mutually amicable, since she couldn’t have kids and eventually he really wanted to and no, an adopted child just wouldn’t be the same). She worked at a bank, and after years of ignoring her increasing attraction to women, especially to her boss… she was gradually coming to accept she was more than just a little curious about ‘visiting across the street’, so to speak.

Patrick, the lone male of the clique (‘clique’ in the best sense, they weren’t at all snooty), was a forty-five-year-old widower who hadn’t dated at all since his wife had passed away five years ago from cancer. The three ladies had been solidly in his corner to help him through the grieving process. He owned his own fitness center, and was thus in amazing shape and incredibly dashing for his age… even though he wasn’t remotely interested in diving back into the dating pool. The girls had purchased him a fleshlight a couple years ago as a gag birthday present (which he’d found more interesting than humorous and told them so), and he’d found that online porn combined with his toy had kept him sexually satisfied… for the most part… although obviously he missed the intimacy of being romantic and close with another person… he simply wasn’t sure he could ever go there again.

Fourth and last, Tracy had been a substantially overweight woman when she’d walked in on her husband drilling their slim, younger, hotter college babysitter in the garage. She initially blamed herself for her husband’s cheating, even though her three book club friends eventually managed to convince her that excuses be damned, an asshole is just an asshole. Regardless, she’d spent the year since the incident (which had culminated in a divorce just three weeks ago) in losing all that extra weight, and now a full hundred pounds lighter, she was an absolute knockout… something she’d never been before… not even back in high school.

Lately, each sexually frustrated club member having spent the past three book club meetings reading and discussing some rather edgy sexual books, including the now over-touted Fifty Shades of Grey first book of a series, they were beginning to become much franker in their discussions.

Patrick asked, having found the relationship depicted in the book rather over the top, “Do women really want to be dominated like that?”

Tori, who was a natural submissive who’d been a wild slut in her younger days, said a little too excitedly, a half bottle of wine having washed away any conservative thoughts of propriety, “Fuck, yeah.”

Christine was a submissive too, and had enjoyed being tied up more than once, “When I’m in the mood, I do. Just freely giving in to someone, and allowing your carnal lust to take over, and not forcing yourself to follow the inane values of today’s society is pretty liberating.”

“I don’t know,” Tracy said, having never been comfortable about her body, and even though she was now enjoying the attention of many men (something she’d never experienced before)… she wasn’t really interested in following through with any of them. Or at least not until these naughty stories had rekindled her long neglected and almost completely Ankara escort forgotten sex drive… one that in her youth had been very intense.

Tori teased, “Oh, you just need to get laid by some young stud who can rekindle that fire inside you.”

“Yeah, you must have some hot guys at the gym who’d be more than willing to ignite your fire,” Christine added, her own pussy on fire right now as she secretly admired Tracy’s new look. (Secretly because she hadn’t yet admitted her burgeoning across-the-street leanings to anyone.)

“Well, I do get a lot of looks now,” Tracy admitted, and she’d be lying if she said that after her entire life of being largely ignored not just by her husband but by most men, she didn’t find her new appeal exciting.

“So for instance, you’d allow a man to tie you up?” Patrick asked nobody in particular, just the room, having found the novel hot, yet incredibly far-fetched. No woman he’d ever met had even remotely hinted at anything a tiny bit like that. He’d loved his wife and she him, but their sex life had been entirely missionary except on a few crazy nights, usually when she’d had a bit to drink, she would ride him. Big wow. He would never have dreamed of even suggesting they try any of those things described in that book.

“Or to be collared and led around on my hands and knees like a pet,” Tori said, finishing the wine, the idea of being treated like that (especially by that sexy student who still hadn’t received any sort of answer from her) really turned her on. It would be such a polar opposite of her image as a teacher, of her image as a wife, and of her image as a parent.

“Been there, done that,” Christine said with a wicked smile.

“No way you have!” Tracy objected, Christine seeming way too opinionated and controlling to allow anything like that.

“Oh Tracy,” Christine said, hinting at her own curiosity to explore some same sex playing, “appearances can be very deceiving.”

This discussion was really turning Patrick on, yet he still couldn’t process these women… or any women… permitting such treatment, especially in 2020. He said, shaking his head as he slyly adjusted his dick, “I just can’t believe women today would allow some guy to do stuff like that to them.”

“Yet the idea is turning you on isn’t it, Mr. Grey?” Tori teased, having noticed Patrick adjusting himself. She’d always wondered what kind of package he was concealing beneath his clothes… and in her private fantasies, it was a big one.

“What? No,” Patrick said, his knee-jerk response only making it obvious he was lying… he’d always been a terrible liar.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tori said with a pointed finger, knowing Patrick too well… possibly better than he himself did. Most of her fantasies included discovering first hand… literally.. what he had down below, and using it in her long-neglected pussy, or even in her never-been-plundered asshole.

“I’m just surprised to hear all this coming from you ladies,” he said, trying to change the subject, embarrassed to be caught.

“It’s 2020,” Christine pointed out. “If we want to, women can be just as wicked and kinky as men these days… and even have our fun without being forced to wear a scarlet letter.”

“Hey, I’m all for women exploring their fantasies,” he said, “I’m just surprised to read about them doing it in such submissive male-dominated ways.”

“Very like Anastasia, when we’re in the mood, we just want a man who can take charge,” Tori said, looking directly at Patrick, as if challenging him to do just that.

“Think you could do that for us if we asked?” Tracy asked him, stepping way out of her established character, but drawn into the conversation and wishing to look less like a prude.

“I plead the Fifth,” Patrick said, raising both hands in the air.

“What I plead is to be taken charge of and dominated,” Tori said wickedly, the wine and the conversation going to her head and her loins.

“Is that bad boy at school still flirting with you?” Christine asked.

Tori nodded, thinking of Kevin, a bad boy with tattoos, who she’d heard while accidentally eavesdropping on a couple of cheerleaders, was very well endowed. “Yeah, he’s getting more blatant every time he speaks to me. I’m just relieved that so far he’s restricted his come-ons to times and places nobody else can listen in.”

“I bet he’d know how to make you beg,” Christine speculated, as she imagined her buxom boss Maggie, who was quite a bitch, but a hot bitch, doing the same to her… she’d eagerly allow herself to be collared and led around by a leash wearing nothing but stockings and stilettos.

Tori smiled, “Right now if he ordered me, I’d bend over my desk and let him pound me from behind,” Tori said, that easily being the most outrageous thing she’d ever said at these book club meetings.

“Tori!” Tracy gasped.

“Tracy! You’d do the same with that personal trainer of yours,” Tori countered.

Christine added, “I bet he could personally Ankara escort bayan train you, all right.”

“Is that how you lost all that weight, tight buns?” Tori teased.

“You two are so bad,” Tracy blushed, for even though the friendly accusation wasn’t the case in actual fact, the idea of that fit younger trainer fucking her was something she’d been fantasizing off and on ever since she started working out with him… at first he didn’t show her much interest in her other than training a fat person, although he was always sweet, but she knew he now found her attractive. But fuckable? Perhaps.

“Notice she’s not denying it,” Tori said.

“I definitely haven’t had that sort of workout,” Tracy said, feeling the burning in her cheeks as she was drawn into the group’s naughtiness and added, “although it’s likely I wouldn’t reject his advances if he made any.”

“You slut,” Tori teased.

“Takes one to know one,” Tracy countered.

“I wish this old married lady could be a slut,” Tori said.

“And don’t think we’ve forgotten about you,” Christine said, turning to the very silent (and in awe) Patrick… living vicariously through these three women’s wild fantasies.

“Yeah stud, have you done anything with that hot new neighbour of yours?” Tori asked.

“I bet she’d show you some pretty crazy moves,” Christine added.

“The stripper?” Tracy asked.

“The lady in question is an exotic dancer,” Patrick corrected stiffly, as Erica, his beautiful, friendly, black neighbour had described herself when they’d first met.

“Sorry, she’s an erotic dancer and a lady,” Tori said, deliberately getting it wrong. “Made any headway?” She then giggled, clearly tipsy, “Headway, get it?”

“Yeah, you’re punny,” Christine said, shaking her head.

“I know,” Tori said, continuing to laugh.

“We’ve just been chatting,” Patrick explained, for although he found her incredibly attractive, she was also twenty years younger than he… but unbeknownst to her, she always wore Patrick’s kryptonite… nylons… something few women did nowadays… something his late wife had done almost every day they’d been together.

“I think it’s time for you to get back on that horse,” Christine advised.

“And go for a good ride,” Tori added.

“Ignore them Patrick, but I do think you’re ready to at least dip your toes back in the dating pool,” Tracy said.

“I don’t know, just the thought of it exhausts me,” he said. “I don’t know if it’s true for you ladies, but for a man it can be very unsettling… you never know where you stand, and there are all these unwritten rules I’ve never read.”

“It’s true for me too,” Tracy nodded, understanding completely, and she hadn’t even had her spouse up and die on her, although sometimes she wished he had.

“So it’s decided: you two will get back in the game,” Tori declared.

“The three of us,” Tracy said, gesturing at Christine.

“All right. If you two do, I will too,” Christine agreed.

“Shit, then I’ll be the only one of us not getting fucked,” Tori complained.

“So Iet’s broaden our book discussion tonight, and each of us share something we’ve never shared with anyone before. Something that turns us on,” Christine proposed.

“Cool,” Tori said, jealous that these three could all play the field… even though the idea of cheating had been growing more and more appealing with each neglected month.

“I’ll go first,” Christine said. “I’ll even give you three. One, having my ear kissed and licked. Two, having someone look me in the eyes, put their hands on my shoulders, and forcefully guide me to my knees. Three, and this is a pretty new one, licking a pussy.”

“Oh my,” Tori said and then joked, “I may have one of those available for you.”

“Perhaps some day,” Christine smiled, thinking Tori would likely be a wild one in the bedroom.

“I may keep you to that rain check,” Tori said, it being so long since someone had licked her pussy, she’d likely spread her legs in a heartbeat if ordered to.

“You two,” Tracy said, shaking her head at the two brazen women, or at least brazen in theory.

“Then what’s yours?” Tori asked her.

“I plead the Fifth,” Tracy said, picking up on Patrick’s earlier cue.

“Denied,” Tori refuted.

“What?”

“Answer the question,” Tori ordered.

“I don’t know,” Tracy said, squirmingly uncomfortable at the idea of talking about it.

“Tell us,” Christine said.

“Yes, just tell us,” Tori added.

“Fine! I love cum,” Tracy blurted out.

“Who doesn’t?” Tori said, although she was surprised to hear that.

“Not a big fan,” Patrick joked, as he enjoyed listening in on these heretofore secret revelations.

Tracy, wanting to clarify added, “I mean I love swallowing cum.”

“And jerk-face went and banged the babysitter,” Tori said, shaking her head. “Talk about shooting yourself in the foot!”

“Yeah, he still liked blow jobs, but in recent years Escort Ankara he wouldn’t go down on me, or even fuck me,” she said, having learned in high school the way to get boys interested in you when you’re a chubby girl, is to do things the other girls wouldn’t. So she sucked a lot of cock, swallowed a lot of cum, got double teamed a few times, and took it in the ass. She actually really liked anal sex, but she wasn’t about to share that tidbit of information. It just sounded too slutty.

“Harold isn’t even a proper man,” Patrick said. “I always made sure Jill got off before I did.”

“What a gentleman,” Christine said, impressed.

“And your secret turn on, Patrick?” Tori asked.

“I’m not sure it’s much of a secret, but I really have a thing for women in nylons.”

“I thought you might,” Christine said, having noticed that the few times she came here from work wearing nylons, he’d seemed to take more than a casual interest in her legs and feet. But not when she was wearing socks or had bare feet.

“And you, Tori?” Patrick asked.

“Well, since we’re all being rather frank here,” she said. “I love getting fisted.”

“Shit,” Christine said.

“Nope, wrong hole,” Tori joked.

“Well… I wasn’t going to say one of my biggest ones because it sounds so slutty, but it’s no more out there than getting fisted, so now I will. I love taking it in the butt,” Tracy admitted, surprised and happy to hear she wasn’t the only one to like doing something really kinky, but then wished she hadn’t impetuously blurted it out.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises,” Tori exclaimed.

“When you’re the fat girl, you have to learn to do things the skinny pretty girls won’t,” she said.

“Huh!” Christine huffed, thinking there might be some truth to that.

“So! I have an idea; is everyone free on Saturday?” Tori asked.

“This Saturday?” Patrick asked.

“Yes,” Tori nodded.

“That’s Halloween,” Christine pointed out.

“Yes it is,” Tori nodded again.

“Why?” Christine asked.

“I want to assign a task to each of us,” Tori said.

“I’m almost afraid to ask what it is,” Christine said, “but you have me curious.”

“I’m scared,” Tracy joked.

“We each dress up in a costume,” she said, “a sexy costume. And then we take turns reading out to the others a complete description we’ve written beforehand of a fantasy we want to fulfill someday. You may consider it a sexual bucket list item if you wish.”

“Really?” Tracy asked.

“Sure; it’ll be liberating, and perhaps it’ll push us to stop complaining to ourselves about what we aren’t doing and to start doing it,” Tori said.

“Why not?” Christine shrugged. “It’s not as if we haven’t established a strong rapport with each other, so let’s go a bit further by sharing some naughty secrets with each other.”

“I can do that,” Patrick said, the idea of listening to more fantasies from these three hot women a lot more exciting than sitting home alone on yet another Saturday night.

“I don’t know,” Tracy demurred.

“It’s already agreed,” Tori stated, knowing Tracy always gave in, although she included dramatics with it by saying ‘fine’.

“Fine,” Tracy sighed right on cue, but added, “But I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”

“It’ll be fun,” Tori said.

“And perhaps even liberating,” Christine added.

“Okay, if you both really think so, then I’m in,” Tracy finally agreed unequivocally.

They finished up the evening, and each of them went home pondering the story they’d read out in two days’ time, and the costume they’d wear.

…..

Tori sent a text to Christine and Tracy: Wear nylons with your costume. Let’s have some fun with Patrick.

…..

Halloween night arrived, and each book cub member was dressed up for a fun night… although none of them could have predicted the excesses that were really in store for them.

Tori was dressed in a sexy and revealing all-black flapper outfit, with silky sheer thigh high stockings purchased just for the occasion, having discarded the cheap fishnets that came with the outfit.

Christine had struggled with what to wear until Tori shared she was going as a flapper girl, and she knew she had to go for something at least as sexy. So, hinting at her submissive nature, she chose to buy a maid costume, including sheer black pantyhose with a seam down the back.

Tracy had no idea what to wear, but Tori stressed in a dozen emails that she expected her to slut it up. Tracy protested a dozen times, but Tori even went so far as warning if she came overdressed (she actually used the term ‘overdressed’) Tori would have on hand the sluttiest outfit ever for her to put on instead. So, after over an hour in the store browsing through countless outfits, she decided the best way to be slutty and still feel comfortable in herself, was to dress up as a zombie bride. The bridal dress she bought was short, and so tight her huge tits were very prevalent, and her pantyhose were also white, with a couple of rips in them she’d torn herself… but to feel less objectified, she added zombie make-up that greatly distracted from the obvious smuttiness of her altered outfit.