The Initiation (Full Version)

A few months back I submitted a short vignette with the same title as part of the 750 word story challenge. I kept thinking about what came before and after so finally decided to put pen to paper, or rather fingers to keyboard, to top and tail that. Enjoy.

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“Yeah, but fantasies can get as wild as you like because they’re just that…fantasies…they rarely happen in real life.” Nicole said. My wife has what might be described as erotic schizophrenia; she’s naïve about her own attractiveness, as many women are, but at the same time will quickly be persuaded to enthusiastically engage in all sorts of sexual adventures. Being raised as the daughter of French nobility resulted in a certain reserved approach to sensuality combined somewhat quixotically with a social exuberance bordering on outright flirtatiousness.

In short, Nicole is charming and lady-like on the outside but a libidinous, voluptuous woman on the inside. Imagine a demur twinset and pearls covering up a Hunkemöller lingerie set in scarlet or black; that’s my wife.

But I digress, the conversation had started because of the intriguing email I’d received from an invitation-only private club in the next zip code; without being explicit there were transparent sexual references but also suggested an elegant social scene with restaurant and strict dress requirements. I’d shared it with Nicole on an uninformed guess that we might have been referred by someone we know; my wife is after all the social director in our relationship but nope, she knew nothing about it, although her interest was aroused.

“Maybe check it out?” My wife suggested.

“Doh, I didn’t think of that.” I replied sarcastically. “But what should I ask them? Hey are you really a sex club and who recommended us?”

Nicole laughed. “No, I mean maybe just ask for details.” She was being coy but my wife has always had an unfulfilled exhibitionist fantasy and we’ve often played out compersion scenarios in the privacy of our bedroom.

A reply came back the next day including several rules on consent (yes!), cameras (no!), confidentiality (yes!), intoxication (no!). I shared it once more with my wife. “What do you think?”

“What do YOU think?” Nicole replied unhelpfully.

I outwardly chuckled and internally rolled my eyes. “”We could go see and try it out. There’s no long-term obligation and they have pretty strict rules on behavior by the looks of it.”

“It’s scary. What if I like it, we like it, and get carried away.” My wife is perhaps more self-aware than I had given her credit for.

“Look at it as a fantasy; we go, see, and take it from there or not. I’m fine with opening that door only if you are?” I reassured Nicole but left her the get-out if she didn’t want to go.

“Yeah, but fantasies can get as wild as you like because they’re just that…fantasies…they rarely happen in real life.” Nicole said. “I’m really curious to see what it’s like but this is pretty close to the edge.”

“Close to the edge isn’t crossing the line and we don’t need to reply immediately, or at all, so we can think on it.” I reassured my wife once more.

“What was the date they suggested?” She asked.

I read back the available dates from the email. “The 20th of this month looks best for us.” That was about 2 weeks away.

“That gives me time to sort out a new dress.” Nicole replied. “Let’s do it.”

I allowed my jaw to drop and raised my eyebrows comedic-style. “Yes ma’am! Now I think an early night might be appropriate.” I grabbed my laughing wife’s hand and tugged her towards the stairs.

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Cocktail hour in this old Virginia country house had been fun. Nicole was in her element, chatting animatedly, and charming several people on their way to becoming new friends. Any nervousness had been assuaged by my wife’s drink of choice, a bloody Mary that she proclaimed was rather strong and which was not fully offset by the hors d’oeuvres on offer. I felt comfortable so far despite witnessing several men and more than a few women stealing appreciative glances at my wife as I sipped at my vodka martini.

Now we stood sharing stories with an attractive couple, I guessed similar age to us. The woman, Christina, had admiringly touched Nicole’s necklace, complimenting her on it and allowing her hand to slide down my wife’s arm; I spotted the moderate display of goosebumps on Nicole’s skin as the Christina’s hand rested on her forearm.

“So I know you said this is your first time but I do hope you’re going to join us in the event hall?” Christina addressed Nicole directly. “I’d love to guide you and I’ll show you how everything works.”

Nicole’s social etiquette upbringing kicked in whether she wanted it to or not. “Of course, that’s so nice of you!”

“Excellent. Let’s leave the glasses here and you come along with me. We’ll catch up with the men again in a bit.” Christina took Nicole’s hand leading her away; my wife looked back at me helplessly but with a big smile, waved at me over her shoulder, and blew me a kiss.

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With confirmation from the men that this could be halted at any time and reassurance not to underestimate the persuasive power wives could have on each other, I had followed several of the guys into an oak paneled changing room where harlequin masks and black satin robes hung on brass hooks spaced evenly around the walls.

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Now here we were, it was surreal. I couldn’t think anything but that this felt like a movie scene.

Candles lit the hall; flickering light reflecting off the shiny black satin cloaks worn by the men and the white worn by the women. Soft swishing of satin on skin whispered through the silence as a circle opened up.

Music started somewhere seemingly far away. A ritualistic feel engulfed.

Two women guided a third between them to the center of the circle. After so many years of marriage it wasn’t difficult to recognize my wife by her stature and her thick mane of hair. The guides glanced at each other then pulled in unison at the bows tied at the necks of their robes. allowing the satin to flow into piles around their feet.

One of the women whispered in Nicole’s ear; she nodded and took a deep breath then gently pulled apart the bow on her own robe as the women slid it slowly down over her shoulders.

My wife stood naked. Time stood still.

A voice in my ear told me to lose my robe. I complied.

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The air was heavy with the scent of warm incense and erotic anticipation.

The hand was soft, almost urgent but still gentle, caressing up over the curve of Nicole’s hip and onwards towards her 36C breasts. To Nicole’s right a brunette glided closer, slipping her hand across my wife’s belly and down towards the shaven pussy I had known over 25 years. This though, was a first.

The women were naked but for their full-face masquerade masks. Nicole’s blue eyes flashed around the candle lit circle seeking mine; she gasped loudly as the blonde woman slipped a finger inside her, her knees buckled slightly revealing her true arousal behind the expressionless mask. Her own hands stroked across the bare skin of the two women.

Through my own mask I could see that several of the men were already sporting erections, my own member bobbing since the moment we were told to remove the robes. It took all my effort not to stroke myself as I watched my wife being skillfully aroused.

The women guided my wife backwards to lay on the black velvet padded bench. Spreading Nicole’s legs, the blonde stroked her fingers across the glistening wetness. My body twitched involuntarily as if I was tasting the raspberry-cinnamon of Nicole’s juices. She arched her back, quivering as the blonde massaged two fingers in and out of her, gliding firmly back and forth in time with the muffled but rhythmic music.

At some hidden signal, two men coordinated their movements to stand either side of Nicole.

The brunette appeared before me, dark brown eyes peering into mine; her hand, wrapped around my cock, tugging me forwards. I took a step, then another. She led me to stand between Nicole’s thighs. The two women each held my wife’s legs.

Rock hard, I barely needed to guide myself, the head of my cock rested against my wife’s pussy lips. Nicole groped animatedly until she grasped an impressive erection in each hand, readying herself. The women spread Nicole’s legs a fraction more to open her lips invitingly; male hands descended on her breasts as she hissed “Yes…”

I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt inside my wife. A guttural cry emanated from behind her mask. Tentacles of pleasure spread like warmth from my groin speeding up through my body. Nicole pulled greedily on the two men, moaning again as they teasingly tweaked her nipples. Tantalizing strokes up and down Nicole’s legs by the women added to her already heightened sensations.

“Now fuck her!” The blonde whispered, loud enough to elicit murmurs of agreement.

Swinging my hips back slowly, my cock inched out of my wife until only the very tip remained inside. A hand on my lower back pushed me forward in one smooth motion until our bodies slapped against each other. Sounds of appreciation escaped from beneath our masks.

“Again…” The brunette this time. I obliged. Slowly. Again.

Female hands traversed Nicole’s abdomen, her mons; a frustrated moan, I could imagine my wife biting her lip. As I once more emerged from Nicole, the brunette bobbed down licking at my wife’s clit, provoking a muted scream of pleasure. The hand on my back nudged me forward again, my cock slid under the tongue and into Nicole, a rapture of sensations ran up my spine.

On the next outstroke, the brunette gripped my cock pulling it completely out and then forward into her mouth, as warm and wet as Nicole’s pussy but nonetheless wildly different. She guided me out directing my cock back into my wife. Nicole whimpered each time I withdrew, and purred each time I thrust back inside her.