High Society

Note from the author:

This story is divided into 5 segments, each one can be read separately as individual short stories for readers who are not accustomed to reading long stories. The segments will progressively become darker as the story descends deeper into the underbelly of high society.

Act I -- Lady of the Night

Act II -- Rock the Boat

Act III -- Utter Insanity

Act IV -- The Prized Pedigree

Act V -- Sheer Depravity

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Act I -- Lady of the Night

The last major recession hit us hard like it did everyone else, but I was really fortunate to have kept my job through it all. Still, not getting bonuses and raises did hurt us, especially when we had 2 young kids to raise in a society with an ever increasing cost of living. Kids are a joy, but every parent will tell you that they are also a burden because of the expenses. They are always outgrowing their clothes, needing more toys, tutors, vacations, and of course, the medical costs. My wife Bonnie sacrificed her career to stay home and care for the kids when they were young. However, during that time she wouldn't have been able to find a job even if she wanted to because of the horrific job market. So as a single provider, the surmounting stress and pressure was crushing me every single day.

To supplement the cash need, I was doing some short term stock trading but it barely helped. The stock market was unstable in a recession and often you would end up losing all your gains in just one bad trade. We were getting by, but life then seemed to drag and it didn't help that our sex life had dulled as well. Truth is, we simply fell into that niche of the marriage I'm sure many of you can relate to. The marriage wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. It was just routine.

Unable to afford long family vacations back then, we instead settled for day trips to the zoo, the beach, and various parks. I hate saying it, but every now and then we also needed time away from the kids. Like many young married couples, we enjoyed outings with our friends such as dinners, movies, and even day visits to the wine country. However, what I enjoyed the most was when one of my more wealthy friends would host a high function dinner party.

Aside from the chance to see Bonnie dolled up in some sexy evening gown, it was just great to have a change in scenery. For a whole night, we pretended we weren't just another middle class slave surviving paycheck to paycheck, but a member of the high society. However, what I loved the most about these parties? Was being the guy with the sexiest bitch in the room. I tell you, that is a feeling every man enjoys; being envied by all the men as they ogled and drooled over the breathtaking woman holding your arm. And it is even more enjoyable when you are sticking it to these rich elites. Despite all their money and power, you are the lucky son of a bitch with the hottest piece of meat at the party.

It wasn't just because my wife was slim, toned, yet with a curvy ass and round firm tits, but Asian women tend to attract more attention, if I may say so, just because of their dark silky hair and crescent almond eyes. It was also the contrast with other wives at these parties; Bonnie was in her early 30s, about 10 years younger than most of them. Furthermore, she was also able to retain her figure and the youthfulness of her skin better than most mothers. Rich society wives are usually a bit on the plump side, especially after having kids if you know what I mean. There were a few elderly gentlemen at these parties with their trophy wives, but again their ladies simply weren't measuring up to my wife's level of fuckability.

We'd been to a couple of these galas before but one night for some reason, Bonnie was just turning every head. It might've been her evening gown as it was far sluttier than what she had worn before when we first started going to these parties. That evening, she wore this incredible black long backless evening gown. Ever seen a woman with a toned body in a backless dress? You can see the well-defined lines of the shoulder blades with her hair tied up and that spinal curve going down her whole back until it disappears between those round luscious hips.

Of course it had to be a halter top with a long center cut, revealing both sides of each plump yet firm breasts under the two thin strips of cloth. And to top it off, a single side slit so long, it rode up almost to her waist showing off only one of her bare sensual legs. When she strutted across the room in her 3" stilettos, you could definitely glimpse a peek of her red laced thong panties. You know, any woman would've worn a pair of black panties to match the dress. Only a sadistic cocktease would wear red, aching to be noticed and lusted after. How are you feeling as you read this so far? Breathless? That was how every man seemed that night.

The party was hosted in a very modernly stylish mansion on a beach front property in Malibu by Eric, one of my closest friends. The house was filled with some of the wealthiest people in the area, friends and business clients of the host. I was sitting on a couch sipping my champagne watching Bonnie at the hors d'oeuvres, err snacks, table flirting with other men when Eric sat down next to me. As we both sat there grinning like idiots staring at my stunning wife surrounded by these horny gentlemen, Eric casually complimented me, "How did you ever find a ... concupiscent woman like her?"

It means sexy if you don't know. Don't worry, I didn't know either at the time. These high society people and their vocabularies, huh? I'd probably just use "fuckable," am I right? Anyways, I just grinned and boasted in pride, "Sometimes, fortune favors the fool."

In a chuckle Eric replied, "Just too bad not in the stock market huh?"

As I groaned to the reality of my financial problems, Eric seemed like he wanted to tell me something. However, his attention was soon distracted by Bonnie giggling like a college slut at the food table while seductively patting the men on their shoulders and arms. Every so often, one of them would take a chance and rub her shoulders, put a hand around her waist, or even as far as giving those salacious butt cheeks a grab. Knowing my temptress tease of a wife, she obviously noticed and loved every moment of it. Downing his champagne, Eric then left to rejoin the party after giving me a pat on my back.

When Bonnie came back and sat next to me, I stared at her as we shared the plate of snacks still pondering about our financial woes. Noticing my awkwardness, Bonnie inquired what was on mind. Not wanting to worry her, I changed the subject by asking, "Having fun teasing all those cocks back there?"

"Are you jealous?" My wife replied with a smile, "You're cute when you're jealous."

Shaking my head, I went on, "Nono, I'm not jealous. I'm just wondering if you know teasing is not harmless. You're giving them all the wrong ideas."

In a sudden change of tone, Bonnie snapped back at me, "Can you just get off my case? Let me have a little fun for once."

There was an odd silence before she leaned her forehead down on her hand and cried, "Anna needs braces and Michael is asthmatic. I know you're hard at work trying to make ends meet and not aware of this. Your cheap ass company insurance only pays half, we have to cover the rest out of our pockets."

As she sobbed in my shoulders, I knew we were desperate. We could barely pay off the mortgage installments, let alone our other bills. I didn't know what to say to her except offering to refill her champagne glass. Standing there spacing off at the drinks table, I didn't even notice Eric approaching me until he was asking whether I was alright. Reluctantly, I shared with him our financial difficulties while he consoled me. Then unexpectedly, he leaned in and nervously whispered, "You know, my company is about to make some major business deals. I could... give you some of the time tables, information, so you can make some killer trades in the stock."

With my eyes wide in hope, I eagerly retorted in surprise, "Really? You could do that? I mean... is it ok?"

Hushing me quickly, he led me over to the corner of the room and continued, "Look, technically it would be inside trading. However, I doubt anyone would notice a small individual trader. But yeah, it is risky for the both of us."

With a sigh of relief, I was gleefully thanking him before he muttered, "So you know because I'm taking such a great risk for you, perhaps there's something you could do for me?"

Most of you probably know what he meant, but honestly I didn't pick it up until those words came out of him, "Bro, I must have your wife."

Choking on my champagne, I replied in a startle, "What? I mean... PARDON?"

"One night... a couple of hours," Eric responded with a suspiciously hopeful look, "And you can make enough money in one trade to ride through this recession in style."

Staring in disbelief, I finally replied after a brief pause, "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Relax... well ok, how about this?" he continued, "Let's make it an even swap. You can take my wife."

Chuckling out loud, I quickly turned him down, "Yeahhhh..... that's not sweetening the deal...."

Of no disrespect to Eric, his wife Debbie was actually a very attractive blonde. However, as I've said earlier, not many women were able to keep up their looks after having kids like Bonnie. Eric's wife was a little on the plump side with her age showing.

Laughing with me, Eric then defended his position, "Come on, don't you ever fantasize about a gangbang with your wife? Every man has, don't lie. With all the boasting about how savage your wife is in bed, how could you not have thought about it? And all I'm asking is a little swinging."

Now it is true, I've always had a cuckold fetish about my wife in a gangbang. However, I didn't like the idea of her with Eric 1-on-1, it would be personal and leading to unnecessary dramas. I was also not into joining group sex myself, so an orgy with Eric and his wife was out of the question. However, looking across the room, I saw Bonnie now sitting there with her face buried in both hands. She was in so much grief that I wondered whether it was selfish of me to refuse Eric's proposal.

In a bit of hesitance, I finally said to Eric in a serious tone, "Ok, you can make the same proposition to Bonnie without mentioning me. Tell her you will give me stock tips if she's willing to accept your proposal. If she accepts, then I'm fine with it."

In a puzzling voice, Eric replied, "But... don't you want to join? Well, alright, stay tight."

I hung out around the food table a bit as Eric cautiously approached my wife under the pretense of consoling her. My heart was pounding like no tomorrow, anxiously anticipating Bonnie's response to the outrageous offer. Would she really do it? Would she be desperate enough to save us from our financial woes by fucking another man behind my back? After several minutes, my heart was racing like crazy when Eric winked at me while walking away from my wife.

Straightening my composure, I walked back to Bonnie with our champagne glasses not knowing what to expect. When I sat back down, she looked at me nervously before muttering, "Hey... so I have a really bad headache from all this crying. Eric said I could rest upstairs for a bit. Since it is still early in the party, why don't you go mingle a bit? I'll come back down after a nap or something. Ok, baby?"

Stunned would be an accurate description of my reaction. I had no idea Eric meant that very night. I mean, I was expecting him to make an appointment with her at a hotel or something. However, noticing his eagerness earlier, I guess he was like a giddy schoolboy who just found a stash of candy and anxious to get his fill.

I stared blankly at my wife for a moment, wondering whether she really did not know of my involvement. I couldn't accept she actually thought I was naïve enough to believe her headache nonsense. However, playing along, I patted her shoulder and wished her a good nap as I rejoined the party. Then after downing her champagne, she apprehensively went upstairs. Eric quickly came up to me and in a cautious tone asked, "Are you sure about this? Just want to be sure. If you want to change your mind, say it now."

Taking a deep sigh, I looked at my friend with a quirky smile and replied, "Yeah, but... I like to watch, discreetly. You know, making sure no drama was going on between you two."

"Oh you dirty bastard," Eric quickly retorted with huge grin, "You don't need to be coy with me. Wait a few minutes and come up to the master bedroom. I'll keep the room dark, just sneak in."

For several minutes I tried my best to distract myself with the meaningless conversations of these random party guests, but I could barely contain the swelling of my bulge from the thought of what I just did. It wasn't just because one of my closest friends was about to plow my hot wife, but the very fact I sold her out for stock tips. Sipping my champagne and eating more snacks, I groaned with boredom for a little while longer before finally heading upstairs.

The mansion was huge and it actually took me a couple of minutes to find the master bedroom. When I opened the door, it was oddly silent with just the soft muffled moaning of a woman. The huge room was dark and dimly lit with only the nightstand lamps. To my surprise, it was actually quite modern, something I didn't expect since the rich usually like to indulge in antiques. The carpet was white and the king size bed was also white with black sheets. The whole outer wall was just one huge glass window overlooking the beach below. Aside from the nightstand lamps, the pale moonlight was the only other source of illumination in the room.

Standing next to the huge bed was Eric holding my hesitant wife with her bare breasts pulled out from the two thin strips of her center cut halter top. With her eyes closed tightly, Bonnie was biting her lips trying to restrain her moans as my friend sucked and squeezed those hard succulent nipples. The reluctant look on her face as the party host fondled her defenseless body was priceless and my cock instantly hardened into steel. Quietly, I snuck in and took a seat on the sofa in the dark while my heart raced in excitement.

As I covered my mouth and salivated to the scene, Eric continued devouring my wife's tender flesh by the mouthful while taunting her whenever he switched in between the two hard nipples, "God damn, you're a fine bitch. Many would pay top dollars for your body. You like that, huh? Does it make you wet being treated as a high class whore?"

This was definitely one of the scenarios in which Bonnie and I had role-played before, it just never occurred to me then that one day I'd be watching her actually doing it for real. In some ways, I was jealous at the fact she got to actually live out one of her fantasies. Unlike our roleplaying, I knew this time my wife's humiliation was authentic as she tried to retain whatever was left of her dignity. She was squirming and fidgeting uncomfortably as Eric had his perverted way with her innocent flesh. However, each time he verbally degraded her, she couldn't help but let a shameful moan escape her lips.

After several minutes, Eric reached into Bonnie's dress from the side slit and began rubbing her panties. The sudden attention to her crotch instantly weakened my wife's legs as she leaned into him groaning in sexual frustration. The whole time, my friend never stopped feasting on those gorgeous tits as he teased, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Damn, I can feel the heat from your cunt!"

Flushing in humiliation, Bonnie responded in a bit of a daze while still with her eyes shut, "No... no... I... I'm not enjoying this... Just get on with it already and fuck me, stop teasing me."

Her relentless resistance had Eric grinning sinfully as he rapidly rubbed the fabric of the laced panties against that horny clit while my wife softly whimpered in shame. Within minutes, Bonnie's legs grew completely limp and she couldn't help but rest her chin on Eric's shoulders, moaning desperately, "Oh... god... oh god... no... fuck no... no... stop teasing me... please, just get on with the deal..."

It was incredible, watching Bonnie's flesh take over her senses as it grinded against Eric's body until she fell to the floor on her knees, panting and gasping in shame. Pulling out his huge hard cock, Eric grabbed a fistful of my reluctant wife's hair and ordered, "Ok, let's get down to business then. Come on, earn it like the good little throat bitch."

I don't typically pay attention to men's junk, especially someone I know, but I have to say Eric was quite well-built. I mean, we played sports together so I knew he worked out. However, when he popped out his meat, that thing was thick as fuck. He couldn't even wrap his own fingers around it when he stroked it in front of my wife's face. Bonnie herself was startled a bit, staring blankly in shock at the size of that thing. Then looking up into Eric's face, she hesitated as her eyes started to tear, still hoping there was another way. Tapping his swollen fat cock on my wife's face, my friend muttered, "It helps if you try to remember who you're doing this for... You want better lives for your kids, right?"

Bonnie sobbed quietly for a few seconds before obediently assuming the position on her knees in that slutty dress. With her lower back arched, her knees spread apart, and her bare naked breasts heaved up, she stared helplessly at my friend before slightly opening her mouth. Taking hold of his cock, Eric rubbed the sticky tip slowly around my wife's whole mouth in a circular motion, trailing his precum all over her dick sucking lips. After a couple of laps, he ordered her to stick out her tongue before forcing his whole monstrous cockhead into her mouth as she responded with a murmuring, "mmmphhhmm..."

Then while Eric tilted my wife's head back and unlocked her jaw, I watched in amazement as he pressed that whole thick shaft inch by inch deep into that mouth until it hit the back of the throat. Holding her head in place by the hair, he ordered, "Hands behind your back! Good! Now take it in! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!"

My cock was bulging hard in my own pants as I watched my wife struggling on her knees trying to adjust her breathing through her nose with that fat meat lodged in her throat. After several seconds, she started to gag and whimper as tears streamed down her cheeks. When Eric finally pulled it out, Bonnie coughed uncontrollably as saliva drooped down her chin all over her whore tits. Without waiting long, my friend eagerly grabbed my wife's hair and made her lick from the bottom of his balls all the way up his shaft to his moist mushroom head. Reluctant but without protesting, Bonnie complied like a good mutt with her eyes right on him as she lapped the full length of his cock several times.

When Eric started pumping his fat dick in and out of my wife's overstretched lips, Bonnie closed her eyes again and sucked like an obedient throat bitch. It was an unbelievable sight, watching my lovely wife in her racy evening gown, throbbing her tight toned body on her knees while being face-fucked by one of my closest friends. Her wet nipples were glistering in the dim light as her magnificent tits bounced to the movement of her body. After several minutes it was clear that her flesh was ripe in heat as her moans vibrated across the juicy cock. When he pulled out, all she could do was gasp with her mouth open, whimpering as he spat into her throat, "Oh... fuck... oh fuck.... Oh shit..."

Then leaning down with a tight grip of her hair, Eric rubbed his wet cocktip against Bonnie's slippery irritated nipples while he sucked on her tongue. As she squealed and groaned, my friend taunted, "So, are you a good cock slave yet?"