Eventually I fell asleep. The jet took us right to our community airport. The tail number was covered up once again when we exited. The thought crossed my mind that with the right contacts in the FAA I could probably track the flight plan down, but perhaps they had that covered and at that point I didn’t really care.
Dave and Cindy drove us home. They said we should expect to receive an invitation in a few weeks.
“The Club will give you a little time to recuperate and solidify your marriage. They will find a prospective match for you. They will let you know about a week in advance. All four people will receive an invitation and any of the four has veto power. You will be asked for a reason but your votes remain private. Sometimes the liaisons are cancelled for other reason. You are never told why. But at least for us, we only had two cancellations in well over two years.”
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It took us a couple of days to recover. We both had to work the next day and we got back into our routine. It felt weird not to work out, like something was missing in my life. Mercy felt it too.
Dave and Cindy had given us a welcome package when they left. One item was a membership to a workout club. I decided to check it out.
It was very posh. It had the latest equipment, televisions with on-demand shows linked to wireless headphones, nice décor, and the ultimate in locker rooms.
Mercy joined me the next time. As soon as we were back home and in the door she attacked me.
“I love watching you work out. All your new muscles, how hard you work, the sweat pouring off of your body…”
“I smell like stale socks. I should shower.”
“I love that smell. I want to lick your sweat off of you. Take of your clothes and come into the bedroom.”
When I got in there she was down to her sports bra and panties and had a beach towel on top of the bed. I laid down on it and she licked every inch of my body hungrily. I finally couldn’t help myself. I rose up and pinned her down.
“You’re a cock tease.”
“Yes I am.”
“Do you know what happens to cock teases?”
“No. Show me.”
I positioned my cock at the entrance to her vagina while we bantered and now I rammed home. She gasped. We both came quickly but we were only just beginning. We had a fuck session to remember. We were so skilled and knew each other’s bodies so well. We had learned so much over the last week.
We got up to shower. She said my cock needed special cleaning and knelt down in front of me and brought me back to life. I lifted her up against the wall and fucked her crazy. After that we got dressed and went out to dinner. We were totally in love again.
A few weeks later there was a manila envelope inside the screen door when I got home from work. Where the return address normally was there were two fancy capital Cs. I grabbed a beer and opened it.
Rich and Mercy,
When you were initially approved for the Club you filled out a survey. Much has happened with you both since them. Please find enclosed a copy of the original survey with your previous answers filled in. Feel free to make any changes using the red marker provided. There is also a new page to fill out. Please return these in the enclosed envelopes within one week
Please note that you may request a new survey at any time as long as three months have passed since your last submission. You will see a link on the website you can use if you wish to revise your preferences..
Ci-Ci
There were two postage paid mailers inside addressed to Cici Rodriguez at a Post Office box number in Plano, Texas.
We filled out surveys separately just as before. I made some modifications to mine. While the cock sucking I had done hadn’t been that bad, I had had enough to last me the rest of my life. I downgraded my willingness on that almost all the way to a one out of ten.
I made a few other changes and put my survey in the envelope and stuck it in my desk drawer. I wanted some time to let it simmer in my brain, a luxury I hadn’t had the first time.
I sipped my beer while I waited for Mercy. I thought about the survey, letting my imagination loose, and soon found myself getting hard. It seemed like my sex drive was on a hair trigger these days.
Mercy’s was too. I heard the garage door open and close but then it took her longer than usual to come into the house.
It was worth the wait. When she walked into the room she was wearing her lace underwear and her miracle bra and nothing else.
“Fuck me.”
After we were done and she had fetched her clothes from her car in the garage she asked me about my survey.
“Did you change much on yours?”
“Yes, I did. I felt freer to say no to more things now that we are officially members. I don’t really want to be a cocksucker again. I’ll leave that to you. You were better before all this than I’ll ever be anyway, and I will let you practice on me any time.”
“Well I hear you need all the pussy-licking practice you can get.
“Seriously though,” She went on, “I want you to know I changed my fantasies. What I went through during our initiation was unique and fantastic. It was a fantasy that I always thought would stay a fantasy but now it is a memory too. I want to leave it there. I don’t want to ever do that again. I felt that way the very next day but I wanted to give myself a few weeks to make sure I really felt that way. And now I know I do.”
“I changed mine also. Kind of like yours. The whole femdom thing was a special experience but like you, I am ready to move on to new things.
“Speaking of which, if you let me practice my pussy licking I’ll let you perfect your cocksucking.”
“It’s a deal.”
A few weeks passed. We were both busy with work though neither of us had to travel. We worked out steadily, ate healthily, and fucked like newlyweds. We had the best sex of our lives. We couldn’t wait to get home and tear each other’s clothes off. It was great.
I almost forgot about the club. A couple of weeks after our trip we received a package in the mail with our favorite legal enhancers. Cialis was my favorite but the pills weren’t labeled. I had some kind of uppers and a drug that enhanced my sexual pleasure. Other than that we had no communication with the Club. We were only required to check in if one of us had a trip coming up or if something out of the ordinary occurred.
Life was good. Our sex life was indescribably great. We had both been fully reenergized and we both had learned so much about each other and so many skills. I was happier than I had ever been. I didn’t think we needed the club anymore and there was something slightly spooky about it. Several times I thought about talking to Mercy about it but I never found the right moment.
Then one Monday I came home from work to find a letter with the return address of CC and a PO Box number in Houston, Texas. I waited for Mercy to come home. After she walked in the door I handed her the envelope and a drink.
It had been a long time since we had ‘shared’ each other and things were going so well now between us I wasn’t really excited about it. I studied Mercy for a reaction but she gave nothing away.
“Do you want me to open it?”
“Sure, but wait for me.”
I set my drink down and stood behind her chair.
“This is exciting.”
She opened the envelope. Inside were two smaller envelopes, one for each of us. She handed me mine and opened hers. We both pulled out cards with a web domain on them, a user ID, and a password.
“I guess they don’t want a paper trail”, I said.
“Shall we check it out?” Mercy asked rhetorically, getting up and heading towards the study.
“OK. But I want to talk about something.”
“All right, but let’s see this first.”
We each had a computer in the room. The desks were in the middle of the room facing each other. I went around to my desk and logged into the website. I was required to answer a couple of questions based on my survey and recent experiences with the club to verify my identity.
The screen opened up to reveal a letter.
Dear Rich,
We have an opportunity for you this Friday night. A couple from the club is in town for that night only. We have identified them as very compatible with you and Mercy. You will find attached a couple of strategically altered photos of the visiting couple. Discuss this with Mercy if you wish. You must reply by 10am tomorrow. If final approval is given you will receive further instruction via e-mail by 6pm tomorrow.
I scrolled down to look at the pictures. The wife’s name was Karen and she was pretty. Below the head shot were a couple of random pictures, one in a LBD and the other showing her playing mixed doubles. She had really nice legs.
My eyes drifted over to her partner. His name was Steve. He was good looking in a special way. He had one of those All-American faces and an body to match hiding a adventurousness inside. Just Mercy’s type. I was a little jealous already. I was also a little intrigued.
When we had met Cindy and Dave our marriage was in the toilet. We started growing back together after that but that was submerged by our training and then our initiation. I was not really jealous of anything that had happened before, because I didn’t care that much. Since our marriage had been revitalized the idea of this guy fucking the woman I love was torture.
Then I glanced over at the picture of Karen again and began to lust after her. I wanted to fuck her. I realized that I didn’t really have an excuse; I was just postponing the inevitable. We weren’t going to quit the club. Mercy was hooked and I realized I was too.
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