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It was just another e-mail from my boss, Johana, mixed in with the rest of the e-mails that hit my inbox during that day. I usually glance over the subject headers to pick out the urgent e-mails, dealing with the rest later. This one caught my eye; subject: The Party To End All Parties.

I opened it and read on. It was an invite to my boss's country property for a party, Saturday evening in a few week's time. She went on to explain that it was a great opportunity to mix with a few of my work colleagues, as well as to meet other business associates and start networking. I had only been with the company for three weeks and was still finding my way, so it sounded like a great opportunity. I couldn't help wondering though what Johana meant by 'The Party To End All Parties'.

Although Johana's property was only a bit over an hour out of town, she suggested we make a weekend of it and avoid having to rush home early to relieve the baby sitter. Johana explained she didn't have room to put us up for the night, and suggested a cosy bed and breakfast near by. I checked with my wife, Tammy, that night. Although she wasn't overly enthusiastic about the party, she agreed it would be great to have a weekend away without the k**s, and promptly arranged for the k**s to stay with my mother in-law. I didn't tell her about the e-mail subject description since I didn't know what was meant by it.

The next day, I went to Johana's office to accept the invitation. I knew I couldn't turn down her offer.

"Tammy and I will be coming," I accepted. "What do you mean by 'The Party To End All Parties'? Do we need to bring anything?"

"You may find out. It's really up to you," she replied with a sly grin. "Just bring yourselves."

At that point she answered her ringing phone and waved me out of her office.

Johana is the owner and CEO of a small consultancy firm I recently joined as a senior consultant. She is a magnificent woman who oozes sexuality and power. She has a captivating good looks and an air of authority about her, set off by a strong, smooth, somewhat deep voice for a woman that is welcoming and yet commanding at the same time. She is tall with a beautiful curvaceous figure. She has long auburn hair, framing a long face with a strong jaw line, high cheekbones, a wide mouth with luscious thick lips, her smile revealing a set of perfect white teeth. Her hazel eyes are deceptively soft and accentuated by her long black eyelashes and gold eye shadow. Her neck is long and elegant, rising from a set of broad square shoulders. Her breasts are very generous without being oversized. Her torso tapers to a slim waist with a flat stomach, then swells out over the womanly spread of her hips complemented by a firm rounded behind. Her legs are long and shapely with firm thighs, elegant calves and beautifully manicured feet. All up, for a woman I guess to be in her mid to late forties, Johana is a stunner who obviously takes great pride and care in her appearance.

It was Johana who interviewed me for my position. She was dressed in a long tight black skirt, with a tight blouse through which you could just make out the floral lace of her bra where the blouse was stretched over the swell of her breasts. Her nipples produced two obvious bumps protruding from under her bra and blouse. She interviewed me three times before offering me the job. In the first interview I felt somewhat intimidated by her. I couldn't help but feast my eyes upon her face and gorgeous tits. My concentration was continually broken by fantasies about this stunning woman sitting across the table from me. She caught me off guard on a number of occasions, forcing me to ask her to repeat the question. I fantasised about her all the next week before she called me in for my second interview.

In the second interview she gave me a real grilling. I had no time to fantasise as Johana fired all manner of questions at me. Some of the questions were quite bizarre, baring no relation to job as advertised. I answered as best I could, but started to feel hot and flushed as the interview progressed and the intensity of her questioning increased. Her final question floored me.

"Do you eat Pussy?" she casually asked, staring me in the eye.

I wanted to say the question was completely out of line and none of her business, but as she didn't break her stare all I could answer was, "Yes."

The interview finished and I left feeling somewhat shattered and confused by the whole interview process. I though with hindsight the correct response to the final question was to be firm and remind her it was completely out of line, and totally inappropriate in a professional interview. I thought she was testing me in a difficult and uncomfortable situation.

I was stunned and excited when a week later I was called back for a final interview with Johana. She told me she was hiring me. There was no opportunity for me to consider the offer. Johana looked me straight in the eye, and told me to resign from my current employer and start with her in four weeks. Of course, all I could do was to thank her.

The Saturday of the party arrived. My wife, Tammy, wasn't thrilled about going to a party full of people she didn't know, but was pleased to be going away for a weekend without the k**s. The party was kicking off late afternoon. We checked into our accommodation, a very comfortable country retreat with a lavish spa bathroom. We both looked forward to a long soak when we returned, which usually led to passionate sex.

We were running late, and arrived at Johana's property after most of the guests had already arrived. The house was set way back from the road, at the end of a long avenue of Eucalyptos trees. The avenue opened out into a large gravel courtyard, most of which was now taken up by prestige cars. I felt a little in-adequate rolling up in the family Scion or as we called the toaster.

The house was an enormous two-storey affair resembling a country manor. I thought she would have had plenty of room to put us up for the night, but actually preferred the B&B for a little more privacy. The front door was open and we could hear plenty of chatter from inside.

We wandered in to an enormous entrance hall, with three sets of double doors leading off to other parts of the house, and a wide staircase leading to the upstairs section of the house. Johana was welcoming another couple before she turned to us. I introduced Tammy to Johana, who complemented my wife on her hair and made her welcome. We were ushered through to the patio and pool area at the back of the house where a large barbecue was in progress.

I would guess there were probably in excess of 100 people milling around, drinking, chatting and enjoying the late afternoon sun. The other guests were of varying ages, although on average they would have been a little older than us. What struck me was how attractive most of these people were. They also had an air of affluence about them. Both Tammy and I couldn't help feeling a little out of place. Whilst we are both attractive and well groomed, we certainly don't see ourselves as affluent or tend to mix in those circles. We wandered over to join up with a few of my work colleagues. During the course of the evening we mingled with quite a number of the guests. They were all very friendly towards Tammy and me, and many seemed genuinely interested in getting to know us. Whilst we both had a good time, neither of us found the party adventurous and were puzzled by Johana's vague explanation, "You may find out."

Tammy Recalls

By 9:00 PM I was ready to leave. I had met a lot of interesting people, but their names had become a blur now. I had drunk a fair bit although I wasn't drunk, and I was longing for our long soak in the spa back at our accommodation. The crowd had thinned, and we could see Johana through the hallway saying farewells to guests as they departed through the front door. John's work colleagues had all departed. We were now conversing with people we didn't really know, and probably wouldn't meet again. John doesn't normally like to stay on once the crowd starts to thin, so I suggested it's time to leave, and he agreed. We bade our farewells and made for the front door.

Johana put on a big fuss that we shouldn't go just yet, that she hadn't had a chance to come and talk to us. I squeezed John's hand to confirm we were leaving, as Johana went on about having a coffee and sobering up for a little, besides the fun part of the evening was yet to begin. John had kept insisting we really must be leaving but wavered at the suggestion of sobering up and agreed to stay a bit longer and have a coffee. I dug my heel into his foot to register my annoyance. I was pissed off he caved in. He didn't need to sober up. We had the chance to leave, but now we were stuck to participate in the fun which no doubt would be turning up the music, and downing more booze. We returned to the patio and chatted politely with another couple a bit younger than us whilst we sipped our coffee.

About half an hour later Johana came over to us with a tall dark haired, ruggedly handsome man she introduced as Marcus. Marcus looked like he belonged in Hollywood adventure movies. Actually, he was awesome. He was probably in his late forties and had that air of worldliness about him. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I straightened up a bit, put on a cheerful face, and thrust my boobs out a little. Johana explained the remaining guests were staying for the fun part of the evening. They were swingers!

I felt as if my stomach had fallen to the floor. I was horrified and wondered what we were being dragged into. She went on to explain that we had been chosen to stay on. There had been a number of couples asked to the party to be vetted by the members of her swingers club, but we were the only couple deemed suitable. I don't know what their criteria were, but I couldn't help feeling a little flattered, but scared. That feeling quickly gave way to fury, as I knew John must be in on this. He had set me up. There was no way I was going to swing. I enjoyed sex. In-fact I loved it, but at that point I loved it strictly within my marriage. I turned on John, but the look of horror on his face suggested he didn't know what was going on either.

Johana and Marcus both picked up on our reactions and explained we were under no obligation to stay, then set about persuading us to at least stay to watch. We could leave at any point, and there was no compulsion to participate. I felt very uneasy about watching a group of about 40 to 50 people taking part in a mass orgy, yet I could feel butterflies starting in my stomach and a few twinges of excitement just thinking about what we might see. I turned to John, who this time was left speechless. He was in an awful situation. How could he say no to his boss, who just happened to be drop dead sexy and had him completely smitten, when she was offering to let him watch her have sex? Before John could answer, Johana took John's hand, Marcus took mine, and we were led over to the bar. Marcus handed us both a Scotch. I don't normally drink Scotch, but a strong drink certainly helped me settle my nerves. We were then led back inside to an enormous lounge room at the back of the house to join the rest of the group as they moved back in to the house. It was a done deal. Without having agreed, we were staying. John looked as nervous as I felt, however I couldn't help a growing feeling of excitement and naughtiness from welling up inside me. I was stepping over a line that should never be crossed, even though I had no intention of participating in any group sex.

A bell started ringing. A tall blond man entered the room ringing the bell announcing it was time to freshen up and get changed. John and I remained behind as the other guests departed for the various bathrooms and the pool house to shower and get changed. About 20 minutes later people started to filter back into the main lounge room. The women were all dressed in revealing lingerie, exotic latex outfits, leather bondage outfits, or naked. A petite girl in her mid twenties was naked except for a collar around her neck and leather cuffs restraining her hands behind her back. She was being led by a man in his late fifties wearing a leather g-string with a zip down the front. Many of the men were wearing a g-string of one type or another. Others wore tight Lycra shorts that accentuated their buns and genitals. Three men entered wearing full dinner suits, Marcus being one of them. The guests were all gathering in the lounge, quietly chatting, except for the slave girl, who stood silently, eyes downcast, as if waiting for more orders. John and I just sat quietly on the sofa, checking out the outfits.

Eventually Johana entered the room clad in a latex and Lycra cat-suit that highlighted every curve of her body. The torso of the suit was latex with latex half cups supporting her breasts, which were barely restrained by the Lycra top section of the suit, her large protuberant nipples standing out under the Lycra. I couldn't help but envy her body. Johana stepped into the centre of the room and was about to speak when she looked over at John and me on the couch. She swiftly came over.

"Sorry guys, you're going to have to strip down too," she curtly told us. "Even if you're just watching you have to be suitably attired."

I was ready to leave.

"I didn't come dressed for this!" I spat at John, loud enough for Johana to hear.

Johana hissed, "Quiet."

She turned and called to a young couple to come over to assist.

"Stephanie and Nick will help you out," Johana said in a gentler tone. "Don't worry, lingerie can look sexy without revealing more than a swimsuit," she soothed, looking me in the eye.

I felt a little better. The last thing I wanted was to parade around in my cotton undies and mismatched bra in front of the exotic and erotic outfits others were wearing. Nor did I desire showing more of my body, to a crowd of strangers, than one would see at the swimming pool.

John Recalls

I thought Tammy was going to cry. There was real venom in Johana's tone when she hissed to be quiet. As Stephanie and Nick came over to us, Tammy turned to me with a look of daggers.

"I don't like this. I'm only doing it for you so you owe me big time," Tammy spat through gritted teeth.

Stephanie came over, took Tammy by the hand and led her out of the room. Nick motioned for me to follow him out of the room in the other direction. He led me down a long corridor, turned left and entered a massive room with indoor pool, spa and sauna. There were showers over by the sauna.

"Change and shower while I get you something to wear," Nick ordered.

"I'll skip the shower, we're not participating tonight," I replied.

"Yeah right. Just have your shower mate," he affirmed, then walk out of the room.

I sensed Tammy and I were losing out control over our situation. I was totally intrigued by what was to come, so not wanting to cause any trouble that might be reason for us to leave, I complied with Nick's command and showered. I was towelling off when Nick returned.

"Wear this and return to the lounge room," he said as he threw me a small black lycra garment, then turned and left the room before I could say anything.

I picked up the garment, which turned out to be a black Lycra g-string. Somewhat reluctantly I put it on. I had no real option, unless I stormed out, grabbed my wife and left. In fear of Johana, I had to go through with this now.

I returned to the lounge to find only a handful of guests still there. Marcus was standing by the fireplace talking to the tall blond man who rang the bell earlier. As I walked over, Marcus noticed me.

"Is that all they could find you?" he boomed across the room at me.

I shrugged and I'm sure I blushed as I continued over to Marcus. He introduced me to the tall blond guy, Antonio, who was also dressed in a dinner suit. He was about my age, exceptionally handsome even in my opinion. I felt very self conscious standing there with my buttocks exposed and my cock standing out in the genital hugging lycra, talking to two guys in dinner suits. Tammy was nowhere in sight.

"What's with the suit..." I started to ask Marcus.

He cut me off, "We,ll wait here for Tammy, then I'll arrange for each of you to be shown around."

Antonio went over to the bar at the end of the room to get us another round of drinks, whilst Marcus and I just made small talk.

Antonio returned with the drinks just as Tammy walked into the room escorted by Stephanie. Tammy looked sensational. She was dressed in a burgundy satin bustier with suspenders. The bra cups were satin, fringed with lace, with a large vee of lace down the front of her body as far as her navel. She had a matching pair of burgundy panties with a small lace vee in the front panel that just revealed the top of her pubic hair. Tammy wore sheer black lace topped stockings on her long shapely legs, and black high-heeled patent leather stilettos. Despite having had 2 k**s and lost a little of her youthful figure, Tammy still has a fine sexy body. She is slim and tall with broad square shoulders. Her breasts are ample and, although they hang a little lower these days; they still have a great shape topped by large perky nipples.

I couldn't help feeling great pride in my sexy wife as she entered the room and walked over to join us. Stephanie hung back a little way from us and patiently waited. She was a cute petite girl I guessed to be in her late twenties to early thirties, with straight shoulder length black hair and a svelte figure clad in near see through bra and g-string and impossibly high platform shoes.

"Wow," exclaimed Marcus as he admired Tammy approaching us. "John's a lucky man, you're sensational Tammy."

Tammy was blushing but seemed to be relishing Marcus's compliments.

"Turn around. Let's see all of you," Marcus commanded.

He turned Tammy around making complementary whistling noises through his teeth. Tammy, whilst still obviously nervous, was starting to look like she was enjoying the experience. She hadn't paraded for strangers in her lingerie before and seemed to relax a little and even enjoy the effect she was having on Marcus. Her outfit was sexy without being too revealing. Marcus patted Tammy on her behind and asked why she didn't select a g-string to wear. Tammy just shrugged her shoulders. I knew it was a big step for Tammy to go as far as she had tonight. To be any more revealing was really asking too much of her.

"Sexy, elegant, almost provocative, but not quite enough flesh on show. You get to see more on the beach these days," commented Marcus as he spun Tammy around again. "John's more in the spirit of things."

"He's hardly got a thing on," Tammy observed.

Without warning Marcus reached up and pulled down the bra cups of Tammy's bustier. Her tits tumbled free. Tammy tried to reach up and cover her breasts with her hands, but Marcus grabbed her wrists and held her arms to her sides.

Staring her in the face he said, "You'll see. You'll feel much more comfortable this way."

"Let go of me! How dare you..." Tammy started to protest.

"Relax," Marcus demanded. "You have great tit's, so let's put them on display. You'll see people of all shapes and sizes here, all sexy in their own way. You're in great shape, so why not flaunt it?"

I was a bit worried that Tammy would storm out as soon as Marcus let go, but Tammy started to relax again, and when Marcus released her wrists, Tammy just adjusted the bra cups to fold up more neatly under her breasts.

"That's the spirit," Marcus praised her.

Marcus went over to the bar to pour each of us a glass of champagne. I turned to Tammy.

"If your not OK with this then let's go," I whispered.

"Oh what the hell," she replied. "We've come this far, let's see what they get up to here."

I think we both felt a nervous excitement growing within.

Marcus returned with our champagne and proposed a toast to our inauguration. We sipped our champagne, both trying to settle our nerves.

"Spin around slowly for me Tammy, Marcus said. "I want to admire your magnificent tits from all angles."

Tammy did as she was asked. Marcus just watched appreciatively, then gently traced a finger around the shape of each of her breasts. He took Tammy by the hand and led her over to a coffee table, and helped her step onto it.

Feeling protective of Tammy I followed them over to the coffee table. Stephanie also joined us and took my hand as we watched. Again, Marcus asked Tammy to turn around, this time standing close enough that Tammy's nipples nearly brushed his nose.

"Make them swing for me," Marcus commanded.

Tammy leaned forward and swayed from side to side. I noticed Marcus's left hand reach in under his dinner jacket and start to massage his cock. He brushed her nipples with the back of his right hand as her breasts swung through. Marcus was rubbing his cock more vigorously now, and my own cock was growing, bulging in my Lycra g-string, as I watched my wife's pendulous breasts swaying from side to side, brushing Marcus's hand.

I found it highly arousing to see my wife being treated like a whore, performing every wish for this older man. Whilst Tammy was swinging her breasts, Marcus turned his right hand over and cupped Tammy's left breast. Tammy straightened up a little. Marcus leaned forward and sucked Tammy's left nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, and I could see Tammy's nipple and aureole being drawn into his mouth. Tammy visibly tensed up then relaxed again, closing her eyes and slightly parting her lips.

Stephanie let go of my hand and started to massage my cock through my g-string. I tried to move away feeling a bit embarrassed, but she held tight.

"Relax and enjoy the show," she whispered.

I briefly turned to her and ran my right hand over her tight arse, then turned my attention back to Tammy. The sight of my wife totally subservient to this man we only met less than an hour before had me totally transfixed. Marcus switched to her right breast to repeat his nipple sucking. Tammy opened her eyes momentarily and caught sight of Stephanie massaging my cock. She looked a little shocked, but as Marcus sucked her right nipple into his mouth, she lightly bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes and tilted her head back as the initial pain of her nipple being extended gave way to pleasure. Her mouth parted again and she started to run her fingers through Marcus's hair. Her left nipple was long and swollen. Stephanie continued to squeeze and rub my cock, which was fully erect and aching to be released, as I gazed in awe at my Goddess wife suckling this stud.

Antonio wandered back into the room, and took in the scene.

"Marcus, Marcus, stop mauling the guests and give them a tour. They're only here to watch remember. Let them decide when they're ready to play," said Antonio.

He turned to me and to explain, "He's always been a tits man."

Marcus stopped and helped Tammy down from the coffee table.

"Yes right. Just giving our guests a teaser in preparation for their tour," he joked. "I'll take Tammy on a tour of the downstairs bedrooms. Steph, you take John on a tour of the pool and games rooms."

Tammy Recalls

I couldn't believe I had let this stranger totally seduce me in front of my husband. At first I was furious when Marcus exposed my breasts, but his withering good looks and dominating stare quelled my protestations. The excitement I had started to feel in my belly was growing and I could feel my sex start to moisten. When he made me turn around, swing my breasts and dangle them for him I began to feel an intense desire to be taken by this man. He sucked my nipples so hard it initially hurt like hell, but the pain was exquisite and my juices really started to flow. I wanted to resist, and felt pangs of guilt as if I was cheating on John, yet at the same time I craved more. Anyway, I saw John having his penis rubbed, so stuff him, I wasn't going to feel too guilty about that little breast-fondling episode.

Feeling totally aroused I was quite excited to see what was taking place in other parts of the house.

As Marcus led me from the room Antonio called out in a stern voice, "Remember Marcus, they're here only to watch. Hands off."

Marcus didn't acknowledge the reprimand as we left the room. We entered the corridor to the bedrooms and I started to unfold the bra cups to cover my breasts again. Marcus slapped my hand away and folded the bra cups back under my breasts, pinching each nipple quite hard.

"They stay exposed." He commanded.

I followed along helplessly feeling a little humiliated, yet still feeling highly aroused, with butterflies in my stomach. My excitement was mixed with nervous tension about where the evening would take me.

An attractive couple, who were obviously in the advanced stages of foreplay, occupied the first bedroom we came to. He was on his back whilst she lay beside with a leg across his legs. His fingers were pushing into her pussy whilst she was stroking his erection. I wanted to stay and watch having never watched another couple make love before, but Marcus took me by the hand and led me on down the corridor. He explained that the doors were usually left open, as voyeurism was all part of the experience.

The next bedroom was quite busy. A very muscular looking blond woman was lying on her back on a large four poster bed, with her butt right on the edge at the foot end. Her legs were up in the air resting on the shoulders of a young looking guy, totally naked except for the cuffs being used to restrain him spread eagle to the posts at the foot of the bed. His thick cock was pumping into her in long slow strokes. The third of the three men wearing tuxedos that evening was kneeling on the bed beside the woman's head. He was massaging his long erect member whilst the woman licked and sucked the head of his cock. The woman had her right hand down in her pussy, massaging her clit. All three were letting out soft moans of pleasure. I looked around and saw about a half dozen others in the room watching the action.

I stood next to Marcus watching. The scene was erotic beyond anything I had ever experienced. Instantly I felt my pussy twinge and start to moisten again. Most of the other spectators acknowledged our presence. A handsome grey haired man I guessed to be in his late fifties wandered over to us.

He whispered to me, "Do you like what you see?"

I nodded my approval. He then turned to Marcus with a pleading look. Marcus acknowledged him then turned to me.

"Ron is also a tits man," he softly informed me. "He has my permission to play with your tits."

I was taken aback, since I was the only one to give that permission, but again the authoritative voice and stern look from Marcus prevented me from protesting.

Ron stood behind me, reached around and cupped both breasts. He massaged them for a while. It was quite pleasurable, and added to my increasing state of arousal. I was intently watching the slave's thick cock stroking in and out of the blond woman, imagining how it felt to be her. Ron started to tweak and pull at my nipples. They instantly hardened up, sending pleasure signals to my head and my clit. I was feeling quite wet down there and desperately wanted to stroke my swollen lips and clit. Ron moved around in front of me, leaned down and started to suck my left nipple whilst he continued to pull and tweak the right. Looking around I noticed all eyes were on the action on the bed. Two of the women watching had a hand under their lingerie stroking their pussies. One of the guys had his erect member out of his g-string, slowly stroking it up and down.

I slipped my right hand down to my groin and slid my fingers in under my panties, into my pussy. The sensation was electric. I stroked a few times, but felt I would come if I didn't stop. I wanted to prolong this feeling so I pushed my fingers down further towards my opening. The guy in the tuxedo started moaning and thrust his penis deep into the woman's mouth. She raised her head slightly to take more of him while she reached up and pumped his penis. As the guy pumped his load into her mouth I moved my soppy fingers back over my clit. Ron continued sucking and pulling my nipples, as I stroked my clit. I was only seconds from orgasm, when my hand was violently wrenched out of my panties, and my face slapped. I was stunned. Marcus dragged me from the room.

"No one gave you permission to pleasure yourself," he hissed.

He grabbed my right hand and proceeded to lick my juices from my wet fingers.

"Remember, you are only here to watch, not play," he commanded.

This seemed incongruous, considering he played with me and let Ron play with me. This time I felt totally humiliated. I felt tears welling up, and would have left if he hadn't had such a firm grip of my arm. He stormed further down the corridor, dragging me with him. Two doors down we entered another bedroom.

John Recalls

I watched with alarm as Tammy departed the lounge room with Marcus. I had never expected us to be separated, and after watching Marcus seduce my wife I certainly didn't have any faith in him adhering to the no touching rule Antonio had just called out.

Stephanie took me by the hand and led me back out to the main entrance hall. My concerns for Tammy subsided a little, as I looked Stephanie over again. She certainly had a fabulous firm body I would love to run my hands all over.

On the way through, Stephanie pointed to a closed doorway.

"That leads to the dungeon where we keep the slaves," she said.

"Who are the slaves?" I asked.

"People who like being subservient," she replied, then added, "And new members who need to complete their initiation as a slave. We keep them down there until a free member wants to use them."

This sounded amazing. A source of sexual partners you could pick and choose, as you desired. My cock started to swell as I briefly fantasised.

We stopped in the entrance hall, and she pointed to the large staircase leading up to the next floor.

"Upstairs belongs to the Masters and Mistresses. You don't go up there uninvited," she informed me.

"Who are the Masters and Mistesses?" I asked.

"Marcus and Johana and a few others are the privileged ones," she replied.

Stephanie led me back through to towards the lounge. As we approached the cellar door I quizzed her again about the slaves.

"What sort of people like being slaves?" I asked.

She stopped us, looked up at me and suggestively asked, "Would you like to see?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Wait here," she commanded, then opened the cellar door, stepped through and closed the door behind her.

I waited, somewhat uneasy about standing around, loitering at the cellar door dressed only in a skimpy g-string. Whilst I waited Antonio came through.

"Deserted are we?" He asked.

I explained I was waiting for Stephanie to return. He too descended into the cellar closing the door behind him.

After a few more minutes the door opened. Stephanie stepped through leading a tall girl with long blonde hair. She was stunning. I guessed her to be mid twenties, about 5' 10" although she was standing much taller in a pair of black high heels. She was naked except for the shoes and leather cuffs around her wrists.

"This is Clare," Stephanie said.

"Hi," I said in a friendly tone.

Clare looked at me but didn't say a thing. Clare had a superb figure. Long well toned legs, tight round buttocks, a thin stripe of trimmed blonde pubic hair, slim waist, square shoulders and perfect medium sized tits that hung with slightly upturned nipples. Her nipples were pierced with a ring through each. A short light chain connected her nipple rings. Stephanie held a riding crop in her right hand, while her left hand had one finger hooked under the chain as she led Clare.

Stephanie led us back through the lounge and down the corridor towards the pool. As we passed through the lounge I looked around to see if Tammy had returned, but couldn't see her. My anxiety briefly returned as I wondered where she was now. I followed behind Stephanie and Clare, eyes glued to Clare's arse. The sway of her hips and her gorgeous tight round arse had me mesmerised.

We entered a room where a woman I guessed to be in her mid to late thirties was tied down on her back on a table. Three men were variously licking the woman's pussy, fucking her, or pumping their cocks in her mouth. There were 5 or 6 others standing around watching the action. I instantly felt my cock start to swell. Clare and Stephanie were in front of me, but Stephanie stepped back and started to massage my cock. I didn't complain, it felt great.

"Run your hands over Clare," she suggested to me. "She's for you to enjoy."

I ran my hands over Clare's shoulders, down her back to her waist, but I started to feel uneasy about handling another woman, particularly in front of others who probably knew we were just meant to be observing. I also worried about my wife catching me as she could walk in at any time as she was being shown around the house. I put my hands back to my sides.

"Go on, feel her tits and arse. Sink you fingers into her pussy," Stephanie prompted me again.

"I can't. Not here," I replied.

She stepped forward, hooked Clare's chain, turned, grabbed my hand and led us briskly from the room. She led us down the corridor, turned left and entered the pool room. She led us over to the sauna, opened the door and we all stepped in. The sauna wasn't on thankfully, and Stephanie closed the door behind us. It certainly was more private. It was a decent sized sauna with two tiers of wooden slatted seats around two sides.

Stephanie turned Clare around to face me and simply said "Now."

I needed no further prompting. I ran my hands all over Clare. Over her arms, shoulders, back, waist, hips, legs, stomach and finally her tits. Stephanie removed the chain, so I could play more freely with Clare's tits. My cock was swelling and Stephanie once again began to massage it for me. I pulled Clare into me and ran my hand down her back and all over her tight round arse. She had a stunning face with luscious wide lips. I kissed her gently on the lips, which parted slightly, so I kissed her more deeply pushing my tongue into her mouth. Clare reciprocated, but seemed like she was just going through the motions.

I felt Stephanie pulling my cock out of my g-string and start to pump it for me. It was wonderful. I felt a moment of guilt as I thought of Tammy, then a wave of jealousy swept through me as I hoped she wasn't involved in a similar session elsewhere in the house. I couldn't bare the thought of someone else giving or receiving pleasure from my wife. Stephanie eased me apart from Clare, then tapped her on the thigh with the riding crop. Clare parted her legs.

"Taste her," Stephanie suggested, putting her hand on my shoulder and pushing me down.

I lowered myself to my knees, and slowly moved my face closer to Clare's pubic region. I gently licked her skin on each side of her thin stripe of pubic hair. I pushed my tongue in under her to lick across her lips. I flicked my tongue back and forth along the front of her pussy lips. She was clean shaved and felt smooth and silky. This sensation added to my highly aroused state since I had never gone down on a shaved pussy before.

I tried to push my face in deeper between her thighs to lick the full length of her lips.

"Wider," Stephanie commanded.

Clare parted her legs a little more. I heard a loud crack as Stephanie whipped Clare's thigh with the riding crop, and Clare parted her legs much wider, giving me full access to her pussy. Her lips were swelling and parting. I ran my tongue the full length of her slit several times, then swirled it over Clare's clit.

Clare moaned and I heard the crack of the riding crop again on her thigh. Obviously Clare had to enjoy in silence.

I continued to lick Clare's pussy, thrusting my tongue deep up into her hole to taste her juices. I could feel the slight acidity of her inner reaches on the tip of my tongue while my nose was filled with the heady musky aroma of her scent.

Stephanie reached down and pumped my cock for a bit. My cock was rock hard and aching to be inserted into Clare's pussy. Stephanie seemed to realise this and pulled on my cock to make me stand up. I withdrew my face from Clare's pussy, dragging my tongue over her clit one last time. I looked at Stephanie who had removed her g-string and bra. She had small perky breasts with small fully erect button nipples that just looked so inviting to be licked and sucked.

Stephanie ordered Clare to face the wall and place her hands above her head on the wall. Clare obeyed. Stephanie tapped her on the buttock and Clare parted her legs a little. Another sharp blow of the riding crop to the left buttock and Clare parted her legs wide. She arched her back and fully exposed her pink moist pussy to me. I crouched down to give her another quick lick. Clare moaned and received another lash from the riding crop.

Stephanie reached down and pumped my cock then pulled me back up to a standing position. She rubbed the tip of my cock up and down Clare's slit a few times coating my glans in juices. She placed the head of my cock on Clare's opening and I eased my cock in, feeling the warmth of her pussy engulf my cock. I placed my hands on her hips and proceeded to pump my cock in and out. The feeling was wonderful, and the sight of this stunning blond with my cock inserted in her was awesome. Stephanie crawled in under Clare and started to lick my balls. The sensation was exquisite. I could feel my balls tightening and my cock felt like it would burst as another surge of blood engorged by swollen member. Stephanie moved up and started to lick my shaft as I continued to pump Clare.

I could feel my orgasm building, but didn't want to come just yet and end this heavenly experience. I slowed my pace a little and Stephanie seemed to sense my imminent eruption so she must have moved her tongue to Clare's clit since Clare suddenly started to buck her hips and moan wildly. I expected to hear the crack of the riding crop, but Stephanie was too preoccupied with Clare's clit. Within a few moments Clare was obviously orgasming as her body shuddered and she let out one long continuous moan. I continued to pump her slowly as Stephanie returned to my side. She pulled my cock out of Clare, crouched down and proceeded to lick Clare's juices from my cock. It was pleasurable but I couldn't help feeling cheated not being allowed to come in Clare. As Stephanie was cleaning my cock, Clare remained standing facing the wall. Stephanie dropped her right hand down to her pussy and played with herself whilst licking my cock. I knew there was more to come.

Stephanie finished, stood, and moved over to the benches. With her back to me, she knelt on the lower bench and held onto the top bench to support her body. She spread her legs wide and arched her back, jutting her arse back towards me. I had full view of her tight little pussy. She had luscious engorged pussy lips framed by wisps of black pubic hair.

I needed no further invitation. I moved in behind her and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her pussy. She moaned a little each time I ran the tip of my cock over her clit. I placed the tip in her opening and gently pushed. It didn't slide in easily due to the tightness of her pussy. I repeatedly pushed gently in just a little and withdrew, each time going a little deeper. Slowly she was opening up to me and admitting my cock. The warmth and tightness of her pussy was driving me wild. My thrusts grew more powerful and I ran my hands all over her body, reaching around to brush my hands over her perky tits.

I could feel my balls tightening, my cock swelling and my orgasm fast approaching. I slowed my pace to prolong my session with this gorgeous nymph, but Stephanie commanded "Come now." I needed no more encouragement. I doubled my pace and within a few more strokes I felt three massive convulsions in my groin as I pumped the main load of my cum deep in Stephanie. She turned sliding off my cock and took it into her mouth, pumping more and milking me dry. She told me to sit on the top bench, which I did. She knelt on the bench below me and continued to suck and lick my clock.

She stopped for a moment, and in a commanding voice she ordered Clare to clean and satisfy her. Clare moved in behind her, kneeling on the floor and proceeded to lick Stephanie's pussy. Stephanie started to sigh and moan. She stopped licking my cock and rested her head on my thigh with my slackened cock in her mouth. Her tongue was lazily brushing the tip whilst she moaned and murmured in her pleasure. Clare continued to lap at her pussy, gradually increasing the pace. Stephanie was clearly building up to her orgasm. She started to suck quite hard on the tip of my cock and I felt it swelling up again. As her moaning and sucking increased my cock went rigid again. She swirled her tongue around my cock then lifted her head clear, closed her eyes and convulsed for several seconds. Clare slowed her licking and stood up when Stephanie commanded her to stop. No one moved for a few moments.

We left the Sauna and returned to the lounge. My cock was still half-erect and bulging in the g-string. There were a few people sitting around on the sofas. Stephanie told Clare to wait by the door, then took me over to a couple, introduced me as a new guy just having a look, at which point she giggled and sat me down. She then returned to take Clare back to the cellar.

I chatted with the couple who asked me if Stephanie was being a good host. I could tell they guessed what had been going on, but I just played along. They asked me if my wife was enjoying herself. I said I hadn't seen her since she left with Marcus, and asked if they had seen her. They said they had seen her watching a session in one of the bedrooms and that she seemed to be having a really good time. I didn't know how to take that. My feelings of jealousy swept through me again as I pictured Marcus, kissing my wife, with his hand in her pussy, then pushing her on to a bed and fucking her. Despite having just fucked two gorgeous women myself, I couldn't tolerate the thought of my wife being fucked by someone else.

Stephanie returned, sat next to me, and we continued to chat with the other couple for a while until they left for some more action. Stephanie sat on the edge of the sofa. Every so often she would slip her hand under her g-string to mop up juices as they dribbled from her pussy, then she pushed her fingers into my mouth for cleaning. I found this highly erotic, and my cock swelled. After a few goes I told her stop in case my wife caught us. I was also scared Tammy would smell Stephanie's scent on me, and warned Stephanie not to say a word about our fun in the sauna when Tammy turned up.

Tammy Recalls

I was on the verge of tears as Marcus dragged me into another bedroom. There was a small gathering of spectators watching the action. A full figured mature woman was squatting on the rug, surrounded by three guys. They were standing around the woman while she alternately sucked their penises. A young woman lay totally naked on her back with her arms bound above her head, and her legs bound at her ankles. Her head was positioned directly under the older woman's pussy, which she was eagerly licking.

My senses instantly took in the scene, and I had the sensation of total arousal sweeping my body again. I've never had a bisexual experience and found it strangely erotic to watch a woman receive a tongue lashing from another woman.

"Sean, come and check out Tammy," Marcus called to a young guy standing on the other side of the room.

Sean moved over to join us. He looked me up and down as Marcus turned me around for him.

"Awesome body," Sean commented. "How old are you babe?"

From a guy who looked no older than twenty or so, I was offended by his disrespect asking my age, and didn't answer him.

"Sean has a thing for older woman," Marcus informed me. "She feels every bit as good as she looks," he said pushing me gently towards Sean.

I felt humiliated being treated as Marcus's plaything, passed around to his mates, particularly this young cocky guy.

"Hey I'm not some piece of meat for you guys to pass around," I protested.

Slap. Marcus smacked my arse.

"While you're with me, I'll do what I please with you," Marcus warned me.

Sean grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, wrapped his arms around my waist, and started kissing my neck. I struggled to remove his grip, but Marcus stepped forward and grabbed my wrists. I withered in his glare as I felt Sean's hands start to roam over my body.

"Watch the show," Marcus commanded as he turned my head to face the woman on the rug.

I was shaking from fear and excitement. I was being groped by a complete stranger whilst watching the most erotic scene I have ever witnessed. Sean reached up and stroked my breasts with his left hand, while he massaged my behind with his right. All the while he continued to kiss me around the neck. My senses were raging and my pussy was sodden. I ached for more, but still felt I couldn't compromise myself and ask for it.

Sean spun me around to face him and kissed me full on the lips. His tongue forced it's way into my mouth. There was nothing for it but to kiss him back and enjoy the power of his embrace. My emotions were out of control. His tongue continued to swirl around mine. I ran my hands down his back and squeezed his tight bare buns. I felt wicked and deceitful to John, yet lustful and daring to be engaging in this way with strangers. Sean's free hand started to travel down my waist, over my hip towards my pussy. I desperately wanted him to stroke my aching swollen labia and clit, but I wasn't ready to ask for a stranger to do it for me. My guilt just wouldn't allow me to let go. We were only supposed to be watching, not participating.

Marcus slapped Sean's hand away. Marcus had been watching.

"She's only watching," he said grinning at Sean. "We can't have her coming."

Sean moved back behind me and continued to run his hands all over me, paying particular attention to my breasts, buttocks, and kissing my neck.

The three guys being sucked off were reaching their climax. As each in turn tensed and released his load, the mature woman sucked every last drop from his penis. She didn't appear to swallow, just kept taking more until all three of the men had come. The men moved back. Two of them held the woman by her arms to help her balance above the slave. She leaned back a little and slowly let the cum dribble out and splash between her breasts. A river of cum started oozing it's way down her body to her hairless pussy. As the cum slid over her mound, down between her pussy lips, the bound girl went into a feeding frenzy, lapping at her pussy driving the older woman wild. She began to moan loudly and rock back and forth over the girl's face.

It was all too much for me. Without thinking my hand slid down to my pussy and I ran a finger over the outside of my panties, over my mound towards my clit. As the cum soaked woman reached her crescendo I was suddenly jolted out of the room and roughly forced down the corridor to an empty bedroom.

Marcus forced me face up against the wall, pinning my hands above my head. I struggled a bit to get free, but couldn't loosen his powerful grip.

"You just don't listen, or maybe you're ready to play?" he growled.

He forced my arms down and behind my back, grabbing both wrists in one of his enormous powerful hands. He roughly pulled my panties down as far as my knees. I struggled frantically and spread my legs to stop my panties going any lower.

"Let me go," I screamed and tried to wrench my arms free from his grip.

"Keep struggling babe, it makes more fun," Marcus laughed at me.

He pushed my wrists higher up my back. The pain was terrible and I ceased struggling as my eyes filled with tears. He lowered my wrists and pushed my panties right to the floor, lifting my left foot clear of them. I heard his fly being undone, then felt the tip of his member against my leg. I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of his enormous cock.

"No. No. No! We're just looking tonight," I pleaded.

He just laughed. Oh God. He was going to have me. I was highly aroused but not ready for a stranger to fuck me, yet the thought of being taken by this stud was wildly exciting.

He forced my legs further apart. I struggled again to get free. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and my struggles grew weaker. I knew he would have me and I longed to be taken. The hot tip of his penis pushed between my legs. I struggled more to keep up the pretence of being a good and faithful wife to John. Marcus slapped me really hard on the buttocks. It stung like hell, and I stopped my struggle completely for a moment. He grabbed each of my wrists in his powerful hands, and placed them one on top of the other on the wall above my head, then pinned them there with his left hand.

I was on the verge of tears again and gave one last struggle. Marcus slapped my right buttock really hard and I held still. He gently eased his huge cock into the opening of my pussy. I was so well lubricated he slid straight in.

"How does that feel?" he murmured in my ear.

I could feel the tip pushing up inside me, filling me with his member. His cock was huge and felt like it was ripping me in two. I struggled again, but this time waves of pleasure swept through me as Marcus's huge cock started to rhythmically pump in and out of my pussy.

I gave in. The pain subsided as I relaxed, arched my back a little, and pushed my behind out to receive more of his enormous cock.

He leant in and murmured in my ear, "Enjoying play time?"

All I could do was moan. His cock was sliding in so deep now, his strokes strong and powerful. His free hand was pulling at my right nipple and caressing my breast. The pleasure was intense, but I longed for my clit to be stroked.

As if he read my mind he moved his free hand down to my pussy. His fingertips brushed my clit and I felt my knees start to buckle. A few more caresses like that and I was gone. His fingers roved all over my pussy, but he didn't touch my clit again. I closed my eyes lost in my pleasure. His hand left my pussy. Then, he forced his fingers into my mouth. I licked my own juices from his fingers. The taste of my own musky scent drove me to a frenzy. I pushed back hard to meet each thrust of his cock. My breasts were swinging freely under me. Marcus's hand kept stroking my pussy, then returning to my mouth with a fresh load of musky juices. He repeated this several times, driving me out of my senses. At last he released my right hand.

It was an involuntary action; my right hand shot straight down to my pussy to stroke my aching clit. Within a few stokes I collapsed into convulsions of ecstasy as my orgasm took complete control of my body. My pussy went into spasms clenching Marcus's cock. My knees buckled, and Marcus collected me in his arms, gently lowering me to the floor, slowly pumping me with his member. I slid off his cock as he lay me down on the floor. I slumped in a heap with a deep feeling of satisfaction.

I lay panting on the floor for what seemed like several minutes. Slowly I gathered myself together and sat up. Marcus was standing in front of me. I looked up at him. He had removed his jacket, but otherwise remained fully clothed. His handsome face was looking down at me with a broad grin. His left arm was by his side while he slowly stroked his huge cock with his right hand.

"Finish the job," he commanded.

It was clear what his command meant. I knew what was expected of me without any more direction, but I'd never sucked such a monstrous cock before.

An intense feeling of guilt swept over me. I had no idea how I could face John again after fucking, and now sucking this stud. I knew it was a swingers club, and sex with strangers was supposed to be OK here, but I wasn't ready for it. I wasn't ready to cheat on John, yet in a way it didn't feel like cheating here. I had just had the most powerful orgasm I could remember, and I couldn't help feeling a wild excitement at the thought of taking Marcus's enormous member into my mouth. I grappled with my feelings for a moment whilst looking at Marcus stroking his cock.

He let go and his cock just sat there, pointing straight out from his trousers. John's fully erect cock points straight up, but the weight of this enormous cock kept it at the horizontal. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up into a kneeling position in front of him. Everything about this man was raw power. He could be sweet and gentle when seducing you, but when he wanted something the brute in him shone through.

With my hands at my sides, I leant forward and let the tip of his cock rest against my lips. It was slightly moist, and I flicked it with my tongue, picking up a faint taste of my juices mixed with his pre-cum. Twinges of excitement swept through my body, sending a tingling sensation right down to my pussy. Slowly I opened my mouth wider and drew him in. I could barely get my mouth around the head of his cock, and struggled to keep my teeth clear. I bobbed my head slowly back and forth so that the glans of his cock slid in and out between my lips. Each time his cock entered my mouth I swirled my tongue around the underside. Marcus undid his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. With no underwear, his balls hung free and were in direct proportion to his cock. He was mostly shaved with just a tuft of pubic hair above his cock.

I reached up and started to stroke his cock with my right hand while I gently massaged his smooth balls with my left hand. I could feel the thick veins down the length of his shaft as I slid my hand from the base to mid way up his shaft in time with my sucking. He seemed to like this as he let out a few soft moans. This excited me and I could feel my pussy getting wet yet again. I don't normally recover so fast, but this whole experience was far from normal. I started trying to take his cock deeper with each stoke. Marcus obviously enjoyed this as he started to pump in time with my rhythm. I slowly took a little more of his cock in with each stroke. My mouth was as wide as it could go and my jaw was starting to ache. Marcus was moaning softly, obviously enjoying my remonstrations, however I could tell Marcus was no where near coming.

He started to thrust his cock harder, encouraging me to take him deeper. Having never learnt how to deep-throat, I couldn't take any more. One particularly hard thrust from Marcus banged the head of his cock against the back of my mouth causing me to gag. I removed his cock to recover and take a bit of a break to ease my aching jaw.

I continued to pump his shaft with my hand whilst I flicked and licked the tip. I completely covered the head in copious amounts of saliva and then wrapped my left hand around his glans and proceeded to twist and turn my hand all around his swollen knob. This was obviously delivering sensory overload.

"Too much," he groaned, and gently removed my hand.

I couldn't put him fully back in my mouth again as my jaw was still aching, so I straightened up on my knees and pushed my breasts around his cock. I looked up at Marcus to find him smiling as he started to pump my breasts.

"Oh yes," he moaned over and over again.

I bent my head forward so that on each up thrust the glans of his cock could enter my mouth. I let plenty of saliva dribble down the shaft to lubricate my breasts.

I found this whole experience a terrific turn on. I could tell my pussy was flooded with juices again, aching to be fucked. I longed to feel Marcus's fabulous cock pushing up inside me.

Marcus started to increase the pace of his thrusting. Using my left hand I held my breasts around Marcus's cock, releasing my right hand to stroke my pussy. I touched my clit, which instantly sent jolts of pleasure through my body. I moved my hand deeper into me, coating my fingers in my juices. Marcus leaned down and pulled my right hand out of my pussy. I feared another slap coming, but relaxed as Marcus lifted my hand up to his lips and proceeded to lick my juices from my fingers.

His thrusting increased in tempo. I continued to suck and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. He finished licking my fingers and let my arm down.

"More," he said.

I dropped my right hand down to my pussy again, coated my fingers in juices stroking my clit a little. Marcus took my hand again to lick my fingers. His cock was noticeably swelling. His moaning increased, and I continued to pass him my juices, each time stoking my clit as I coated my fingers.

Marcus's cock started to twitch. I knew he was on the verge of coming. His thrusts were fast, and powerful. I struggled to keep my balance as Marcus made one last major thrust and held his cock in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and felt his hand press down on my head as he burst in my mouth. Three powerful blasts of semen filled my mouth to the back of my throat. I struggled not to gag. I let go of my breasts and pumped his shaft with my left hand. My mouth was full of cum. I had never particularly liked the taste of cum and normally spat John's out, but I knew that wouldn't be acceptable here. I pumped the last drops of semen out of Marcus's cock, then slumped onto my back, eyes closed, driving my hand deep inside my pussy, then sliding my lubricated fingers back and forth over my clit.

I held Marcus's cum in my mouth and swirled it around. Strangely, the taste and tingling sensation, and fact that I had a stranger's cum in my mouth gave me a wonderful feeling of wicked debauchery. I opened my eyes to find Marcus kneeling beside my head, pumping his slackening cock down towards my mouth. A drop of cum was forming on the tip. I opened my mouth and Marcus lowered his cock for me to lick and suck the last drops of his delicious semen. I lay there on the floor masturbating, sucking this gorgeous mans penis, and slowly letting his cum trickle down my throat. I felt my second orgasm for the night building up. Delicious surges of ecstasy started sweeping through my body. Marcus's hands were sweeping over my body and breasts. The multiple sensations tipped me over the edge. My whole body convulsed for several seconds as my orgasm obliterated all other sensations. I sank into a semi-conscience state of ecstasy.

As I lay there, eyes closed, I vaguely heard a woman's voice.

"Nice performance Mal."

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look up behind me where the voice came from. A woman dressed in a tight black latex mini dress, with knee high black boots, was leaning against the doorway. She held a video camera in her hand pointed directly at me. I panicked. The last thing I wanted was video of me having sex being passed around. Who knows where it could end up? On the Internet? I sat up and covered my breasts. The woman lowered the camera and introduced herself.

"Hi I'm Anita. It's OK love; this footage never leaves here. I'm just buzzing around capturing the best sex for play back later. You were sensational. I'll show you later."

"Please delete it," I said. "I can't have John seeing that."

"He won't unless you both join our club, in which case he will be proud of your performance," she replied and then departed.

Marcus helped me off the floor.

"You were exceptional. That's the best tit fuck I can remember. For tonight you can be my personal assistant. You belong to me, and will obey everything I say. Understood? If you perform well you can skip being a slave when you join the club," he explained.

I wanted to remind him that we were only there to watch, but it seemed pointless now. I certainly hadn't decided we would join this club, but in a way it looked like Marcus was deciding for me. It thrilled and appalled me at the same time. I just couldn't say "No", to this man. I didn't know how I was going to face John. What if he didn't want to join? I thought it best to keep up the pretence that nothing had happened and see how things worked out.

Marcus went on to explain a bit about how the club worked. New members always joined as slaves. If they behaved and performed well they could be promoted to the normal ranks, although some preferred to remain subservient. There were 3 mistresses and 3 masters who ran the club. Everyone answered to them. Johana was a mistress as was Anita who I had just met, and the mature woman we saw sucking the three guys earlier. The three guys in tuxedos were the masters; Marcus; Antonio and Quinten who we had seen pumping a young lady full of cum. Marcus explained that by making me his assistant I was very privileged and could skip being a slave. But, as far as I could tell I would wind up effectively as his personal slave if we joined the club. For us to join, John would have to agree to be a slave. Looking at Marcus as he explained this I couldn't help thinking, "Yes lets join so I can have your cock pumping me time and time again." I started to wonder how I could convince John to be a slave.

I bent down to pull up my sodden panties. They were still caught around my right stiletto. Marcus bent down, I assumed to assist me, but took over and completely removed my panties. He held them up to his nose briefly, then suggested we find some fresh ones for me. He led me out of the room and down the corridor. I felt over exposed as we passed a couple coming the other way. Here I was, the new starter on her "only watching" try out, breasts hanging out, bare buttocks and pussy on show, being led down the corridor by one of the masters. I'm sure they knew what had just happened. It was funny. I didn't care, just so long as we didn't bump into John.

We entered the bedroom suite where I had originally got changed. Marcus sat me on the bed, then went to the lingerie drawers, and after a short search, returned with the g-string to match my bustier. I didn't think John would approve and started to object.

Marcus commanded, "Put them on".

I obeyed and we set off back to the lounge.

John was sitting on a sofa with his back to me as we entered. Marcus told me to go and sit with John while he fetched us some drinks. I quietly walked up behind John and swung in next to him on the sofa before he realised I was approaching. This avoided me displaying my bare buttocks to him. He had been chatting to Stephanie, but she promptly got up to leave us alone. No doubt to let us chat about our experiences.

We chatted about what we had seen. John was very concerned about how Marcus was treating me. He wanted to know if he had touched me any more. I told him about Ron and lied that I didn't like it and asked him to stop. John was quite upset that Marcus had offered my breasts to someone else. He asked what else happened. I lied and said "Nothing", and went on to describe the sex we had watched. He asked if I was OK or would I like to leave. I said I was fine so long as no one tried anything with me, and actually found it exciting watching the action. He seemed to accept this, and didn't seem eager to leave either. I noticed he had a full erection in his g-string when I sat down, which