Literotic asexstories – The Gentlemen's Club by Tony King,Tony King
Tim and I had known each other from school and had grown up best mates. We shared just about everything including our women. Shortly after I married we invited Tim to stay for the weekend and the two of us carefully set about seducing my new wife. A few drinks and some sexy talk and before long Tim was a regular visitor between her legs.
“So, how’s the lovely Susie?” Tim asked lustfully. “Sorry mate, we got divorced shortly after you left, just grew apart really and that was it.”
“Sorry to hear it, she was some shag. What you doing now?”
“Well, I met someone else and we got married last year.”
“Wow that’s great, does she ere, you know?” The wicked old bugger never stopped trying and as we sat at the bar I explained that my new wife, Carol, was a real old fashioned type and there was just no way she was going to spread her legs for anyone else, well, not voluntarily anyway. “There is a way,” Tim said. “If your really serious about getting her laid then I can help.”
“What, you going to wave that big knob of yours in her face and she’ll just give in, is that it,” I laughed. “No, seriously, there is a way.”
Tim explained that while in the States one of the lab technicians accidentally stumbled across a formula similar to the fabled Spanish Fly. Only this one left no trace and didn’t have any harmful side effects. “I always thought Spanish Fly was just a rumour.”
“So did I to start with but I think there must be some truth in it, anyway, this stuff is even better.” Tim explained that they had spent three years secretly testing the drug and that he and Garry, the lab technician had now left the company and set up there own business back here in London. “It’s called The Gentlemen’s Club,” Tim went on, “very discreet with membership by invitation only. There are some very strict rules before you gain entry but I think you’ll find they’re worth it.” We talked into the early hours and Tim described the club in detail. We agreed that as Tim knew me well we could skip the mandatory medical and arrangements were made for the following Saturday night. “Don’t forget, as far as Carol’s concerned it’s an up market private club/hotel with dinner and dance facilities. I’ll book you a double room for Saturday night and you will be my special guest.”
I told Carol that we had been invited to join a very unique club by some prospective clients and that I would like to make a good impression on them. I bought her a long black evening dress with a nice revealing slit up the side and some new black silky stockings and lacy underwear. She was very excited about spending the night in London and spent Saturday afternoon lazing in the bath before having her hair done. Then, I sat on the bed as I watched her trying on her new outfit. The bra lifted her big 38″ tits and just about covered the nipples and the panties were no more than a thin piece of material that just about covered her shaven pussy leaving her lovely round arse cheeks completely exposed. Then she put on the suspender belt and black silk stockings followed by her very high heels. “Will I do?” she asked giving a twirl. “Do? What, you’re not going to wear the dress then?” I laughed, admiring the sexy creature before me. She’d arranged her long blond hair so it was off her shoulders, exposing her long soft neck. Once she put it on, the dress showed her slender figure off perfectly and the neckline was just low enough to show a promising amount of cleavage.
We arrived at the club at seven and was greeted by both Tim and Gary. Gary was much older than both Tim and I, somewhere in his late fifties I’d have guessed. He was tall and looked very elegant in his formal evening attire. Both Gary and Tim went out of their way to make Carol feel welcome and we were soon all chatting away like old friends. “She’s an absolute stunner,” Tim said while Carol was in the powder room, “you sure you want to do this?”
“Sure? Fuck me mate, I’ve dreamed about it for ages.”
“Never change, will you.” Tim laughed. “OK, this is how it works, you and Carol enjoy your meal and afterwards get her up dancing, that should make her nice and relaxed. Some time during the evening I’ll come over with some champagne, Carol’s is the pink glass. The drug takes 20 minutes to take effect and after that, well it’s up to you how far you want us to go.”
We sat at a table with six other couples, all young beautiful women with their male partners and enjoyed some good food and conversation. After the meal the band came on and Carol really enjoyed dancing with me and the other men. After one particular slow number she came back a bit flushed. “I’m sure that guy I was dancing with had a hard on,” she said pointing to a large black guy sitting opposite. “How do you know?”
“Cause the bloody great thing was poking into me,” she giggled. Tim arrived with the champagne, ready poured in very impressive crystal goblets, two blue and one pink. “To old friends and new friends,” he toasted, directing the last bit at Carol. Having finished the champagne, Tim suggested he give us the grand tour of the club.
“The clubs designed on a number of themes,” he explained. “This first room is the Roman Room.” We looked into a large room made out to look like a roman amphitheatre with a swimming pool set in the middle of fake marble columns and large scatters cushions filling the floor. “We hold regular toga parties in here, it’s great fun and you can really let your hair down.” The next room was one large mattress filling the entire floor with wall to wall mirrors and a mirrored ceiling. “This is the adult rumpus room. Great for group sex and orgies,” he laughed, patting Carol on the bum. Carol was looking a little flushed and I noticed her nipples were clearly visible through her bra and dress. I’d lost track of time but figured the 20 minutes must nearly be up. “And this room,” Tim went on, opening the door and ushering Carol into the gloom, “is the inauguration room.”
“What’s it for?” Carol enquired, peering into the gloom. “Go on in, I’ll explain inside. Mind the steps, just follow the floor lights to the middle.” Carol walked ahead and I went to follow. Tim caught me by the arm and held me back. “Last chance, this is where it starts.”
“I can hardly wait,” I told him.
Carol was now standing in the middle of the room on a small stage. She was shifting her weight from leg to leg as though dying for a pee. “So what is this place?” she asked looking around for Tim. Tim and I were seated about six feet from the stage and as I looked round I noticed that other people were silently filling the room. The seats were arranged in semi circles so every body had a clear view of the stage. From behind the stage a tall blond woman appeared with a young man in tow. “Hi, you must be Carol,” she said, “welcome to the Club.” Carol smiled nervously and looked round for me. Before she could say anything the young man stood behind her and reaching round started to rub the palms of his hands over her protruding nipples. I thought she’d throw a wobbly but to my surprise she just stood there, closed her eyes and let out a long low moan. “It effects the nipples first,” explained Tim, “they become so aroused that they scream out to be touched.” Kneeling to one side, the blond was now running her hands up Carol’s legs, raising the material of her dress as she went, exposing her stockings to the audience. When she reached the top she pushed the dress higher, exposing her entire legs and the lower half of her panties. With one hand holding the dress round her waist, the blond started to gently stroke Carol’s pussy mound through the thin material. Her moans now became even more audible and she made no attempt to stop either the blond or the young man playing with her tits.
The man removed the dress over Carol’s head and stood her facing the appreciative audience. He went back to work on her tits easing them over the top of her bra until her prominent nipples were clearly displayed. The blond ever so slowly removed her panties, looking at the audience as she peeled the damp material down over her thighs. Carol automatically lifted each leg to step out of them before the blond threw them to a man in the front row. We watched as he took a deep sniff of the crutch before passing them on to the next man.
Carol was now standing on the dimly lit stage in just her high heels, stockings and suspenders with her enormous tits hanging over the top of her bra. The man was kneading her titty flesh and rolling the nipples between finger and thumb while the blond was now fingering Carol’s wet pussy. Still kneeling beside her, the beautiful blond started by running her hand gently over Carol’s smooth pussy mound. Then she worked first one and then two fingers into her slit, spreading the moisture into her clitoris and causing Carol to cry out in pleasure. The man had stripped naked and was now standing behind Carol with his arms wrapped round her playing with her tits and his long thick prick protruding between Carol’s thighs. As if to emphasis the point, they all turned sideways, giving us a clear view of his knob end poking out. “That’s Jeff behind her and the blond is Debbie, his cocks even bigger than mine. She’ll love this bit,” Tim said. The blond stood up and she too stripped of to just white stockings and heels. She was something else and my already hard prick was straining to get out. Facing my wife, she rubbed her nipples into Carol’s and then gave her a deep French kiss. Carol simply responded.
The blond worked her way down Carol’s body, stopping at her tits and sucking each nipple in turn. Then down across her flat stomach to the top of her pussy mound, leaving a trail of saliva as she went. Jeff’s cock looked like it belonged to Carol and as Debbie inched her way toward it, it seemed to grow even longer. The audience gasped as Debbie slid her mouth over Jeff’s cock and slid forward until her nose was buried in Carol’s cunt. With Jeff playing with her nipples again, and Debbie’s nose bouncing off her clitoris, it wasn’t long before Carol was in the throes of her first orgasm. As her legs buckled, it looked like she was suspended on Jeff’s cock, itself being held in place by Debbie’s mouth. Before Jeff could cum, Debbie stood up and again kissed Carol full on the mouth. “Would you like Jeff to fuck you?”
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