It Started with a Little Mistake

"We have something we'd like to suggest to you guys. For some reason we just feel that you might like this and would fit in extremely well." He glanced over at Maggie.

"Yes, very much so," she verified. "We've been part of a club that we've enjoyed immensely over the couple of years that we've been members. It's a, umm, rather different kind of a club." She looked at David, then Celeste, then back to David. Celeste was sure that she could see the beginning of a pink glow on Maggie's cheeks, even in the gathering dusk of the evening.

Now Ron took over again. "We have anywhere from 15 to 20 couples in the club at a time. Some, like us, have been members for some time while others stay only a short time. It meets once a month and one of the couples plan the activity for that day and that responsibility shifts around among the members. That part of it can be fairly challenging," he added, casting a questioning look at Maggie, to her big smile and nod.

Whether David was beginning to get the drift of this, Celeste certainly was. And the thoughts that were beginning for form in her mind were both surprising her and making her temperature rise just a little.

Now Maggie took over looking directly at Celeste. "You may be already guessing but this is a club that involves, well, sexual activity."

Celeste didn't react but David's eyebrows raised. It was like someone had just opened the door of her fantasy world, a world she thought would never exist outside that special place in her mind where it resided. She glanced quickly at David whose eyes were still glued to Maggie's. She dared not look at Ron for fear of what might show on her face.

"Wow," David said quietly. "I've heard of clubs like that and knew they probably existed but," and he glanced over at Celeste. She could tell that her breathing had changed due to the thoughts that were racing through her mind. Somehow she couldn't just blurt out that yes, they'd do it, even though she knew that David would in a second.

"Listen," Ron said gently. "I know this is a huge surprise to you and something you've probably never even talked about before. We've enjoyed it and thought we would share that with you. Take some time and talk about it and let us know. It's certainly not for everyone and we have people who give it a try and disappear quickly afterward while others love it and join up." He looked questioningly at both of them.

"Can we have just a couple of minutes to talk here and maybe we can give you a decision quickly?" David asked.

"Certainly," Maggie said quickly. "You two talk and we'll clean up the dishes. And no problem whatever you decide."

Ron and Maggie gathered up the dishes on a big tray they had brought out and disappeared inside the house. David looked at Celeste and she back at him. She decided to start.

"You've always wanted other men to see me naked," she said, actually smiling. One has and this would probably lead to more."

"True," he said tentatively. "That was me talking theoretically. This would be actuality. How would you react to that?"

"I think having other men see me naked would be fascinating and very, very exciting." She was surprised at how easily that answer came out.

"Where the hell did that come from? You never replied like that to my theoretical talk but now you're getting all hot when it could really happen?"

"I don't know. All that video stuff seemed to unleash something that I didn't even know was there."

"Well, just from reading between the lines of what they said there could be, well, a little more than just seeing you naked."

"I know. I've been thinking about that for about five minutes now. How are you with that since it never really came up in your theoretical discussions?"

"How secure are we with our relationship?"

"No problem at all for me. Weird as it seems, I think it would be fun and just fun, like going bowling or something like that - just a little more intense and intimate maybe."

"Bowling? Who is this I'm talking to here? What have you done with the real Celeste?" He was smiling at her now. "And speaking of that, are you willing to let Willie do a little roaming as well, visit a few new pleasure spots?"

"I think I can handle that and I'm sure you won't mind as well, particular if one of those pleasure spots is attached to Maggie Davis." Now she had a big smile on her face as David glanced up toward the house.

"So, let me get this straight, just so I'm sure what's happening here. You're saying you're willing to join a club, a sex club at that. And do whatever they're doing in the club."

"Yep, and if we don't like it, we'll just disappear like they said."

"Okay, I'm in right with you."

Celeste stood up and walked around in a little circle trying to clear her mind of all the pictures that were forming there and hoping she wouldn't be too flushed when Ron and Maggie returned. She could feel her nipples getting hard inside her bra and she was hoping to keep that area a little south of there from displaying its condition as well. David stood up and gave her a kiss on the forehead and, inside the house, Ron and Maggie evidently took that as a sign and came back outside.

"You going to give it a try?" Maggie asked and Celeste wondered how David was going to handle that question in his southland as well. She was sure that what he heard was, "you going to give me a try?"

"I think so," he said. "Celeste is game so I guess I am too."

"Fantastic," Ron threw in. "I hope you enjoy it and decide to become permanent members. Our next meeting is a week from tomorrow so I hope that fits into your plans."

"I'm sure it will," Celeste replied a little too eagerly and got a big smile from Maggie.

They stayed another hour or so and Celeste couldn't help but spend most of that time comparing herself to Maggie and wondering how other men would compare her as well. She knew she'd have to review those videos again even though she knew both they and the comparisons had nothing to do with what would be happening in another week. She knew she wanted this to happen but she also knew she had to prepare herself for it as it was way past where she'd ever been before.

Ron gave them a paper with the address of the club and the time they should be there and a little advice about what to wear. Celeste had to smile at that as she was sure clothing wouldn't be a major factor once things started.

The next week passed too quickly and too slowly. Too slowly as the anticipation of the Saturday built within Celeste and too quickly, as she worked to figure how to deal with what might be ahead, actually, what would surely be ahead. They talked little about it, the elephant in the room of course, until Friday evening when David sat her down.

"Scared?" he asked her gently.

"I'm still enough of a woman to be a little scared, I guess. You aren't though, are you?"

"Well there's always that little bit of a performance bugaboo that hangs over a man." She had to smile at that. "You excited too?"

She looked at him. "Shit yes," she answered very honestly.

"If we're going to do this, we'll do it. No worries, no regrets just . . .do it. And afterward we'll share what happened. I have to admit that I've been "sharing" in my imagination all week, with you telling me stuff that happened and me getting so hot listening. I can hardly wait."

"I suspect I'll have good stuff to tell you - and you'll have things to tell me too.'

They slept in separate beds that night so they would "save themselves" for Saturday.

Saturday dawned bright and warm, and Celeste was awake to see the sunrise. She lay in bed for a while but decided there was nothing to do laying there but think, and that wasn't what she needed so she got up. She threw on a tee shirt and shorts and went to the kitchen only to find that David was right behind her.

"It's Saturday at last," he quipped.

She looked at him for long seconds. "It is indeed," she softly replied.

The day went much like that for both of them, a lot of doing nothing. The morning passed, and then the afternoon and both went to take showers. Celeste went to one of the guest bedrooms where she kept her make up and some of her clothes. She finished drying her hair and then stood looking at her naked body in the full-length mirror. She was a good-looking woman, she knew that. About 5'-7" and blessed with a nearly flawless complexion, a nicely pretty face without being gorgeous, legs that were shapely and always looked nicely long and her breasts. David always told her they didn't change shape a bit when she took her bra off and she had actually tried that one time and decided that he was right. Then there were her nipples. Her areolas were a warm shade of brown without being too dark and the nipples - she sometimes wished they weren't so thick and so long. It made wearing some things almost impossible and going braless an adventure. David loved them and she had learned to deal with them.

Her waist was still small and, when she turned sideways, her butt was shapely. Not Maggie shapely but not too bad at all. Then she eyed the triangle of dark brown hair. The thought of shaving popped into her head but she wasn't sure she wanted to do that. But she did get her cuticle scissors and carefully trimmed along the edges and then did a little 'thinning' as best she could. Satisfied with what she saw, she finished dressing, dressy casual as Ron had described it. She wore a white, lacy bra, lacy bikini underwear, a pair of snug slacks and a brightly colored and flowery blouse. She debated about shoes but decided shoes wouldn't be an important item today and put on a simple pair of white flats. A small touch of perfume behind each ear to maintain her femininity. She was as ready as she was going to be.

She met David coming out of the main bedroom where he had dressed and, not surprisingly, his apparel closely matched hers. Talk was at a minimum now.

Soon they were in the car, the number in the GPS and that day of days was about to happen. Fifteen minutes later they pulled into a large parking lot in front of a building that appeared to have been some kind of a department store in its time. At the door they were met by none other than Ron and Maggie who were obviously waiting for them.

"I'm so glad you two made it today," Ron said, a huge smile on his face. "I'm not at all sure what's in store for today but hopefully it will meet your expectations." He led them through the door and pointed across the room. "A wonderful buffet for afterwards. It's paid for by the membership dues. And some good wine as well," he added, nodding toward Celeste."

"Hello, everyone," a lady was saying to the assembled group of men and women. Celeste estimated there were probably, as Ron had suggested, between 15 and 20 couples. "Time to get started. As usual, men over to the far side and women right here for the, um, orientation." Celeste watched as David crossed to the other side of the room, wondering what he would be doing for the next, she didn't know how long. She turned to gather with the other women.

"Okay, ladies, and we have a couple of newcomers so listen carefully. You'll all go to your assigned cubicle and get undressed. On the little table in the room is a black, well, sort of a bag, or hood, which will fit neatly over your head. Don't worry, it has small holes where your nose and mouth are located so you can breathe. If you have long hair fasten it up with the clips that are in the cubicle so it will be hidden inside the mask." She smiled at that. Obviously, they were trying to make it difficult to recognize the women at least. Not a bad idea. "Then, just wait and someone will come and take you to your assigned spot where there is a simple chair. You should sit down and put your arms on the arms of the chair and keep them there for the entire time, unless someone moves one for you." She smiled again. "Keep your feet a little wide apart, maybe a foot by each of the chair legs. There will be no verbal communication at all. There will be four segments today and a bell will sound at the end of each segment. Just stay sitting in the chair. For you newcomers, you'll notice that there's a shower in your cubicle which you may want to use afterward, compliments of our benefactors."

What was this about benefactors, Celeste wondered. Whatever. She was certain that she would be naked and men would be looking at her, even if the mask kept them from knowing for sure who she was. And she could only imagine what else might happen.

"Okay, come by and draw a number and head off to your cubicle to get ready. She gestured toward a door on the far wall.

Celeste got in line, reached in the bag when it was her turn and drew number 17. She headed for the door and found a hallway with more doors. They appeared to be doors to changing rooms - the department store they had guessed about when they arrived. She found the door with 17 painted on it and went inside. It was a small area with a chair, a table, several hooks on the wall, some towels hanging on the hooks, and a narrow, floor to ceiling mirror. She took a deep breath. "Too late now," she thought and began to undress. It didn't take long and she was looking at herself in the mirror. She checked herself from head to foot. She lifted her very shapely 36 C's and squeezed them together. Why not she decided and pinched her nipples which immediately sprang to life. She carefully pulled the hood over her head so that her nose and mouth were even with the holes. It extended well below her chin and certainly hid her identity. She felt around for the chair, sat down and waited.

It wasn't long before she heard the door open and someone had come inside.

"Hi," a feminine voice said. "I know you're new so I'll talk to you now, but not afterwards. I'm going to lead you to your chair and, after the four segments, just sit there until someone comes to take you back to your cubicle. Then you can shower, dress and get something to eat." She took hold of Celeste's wrist and led her through the door. They walked for a while, changing directions once or twice, and finally stopped. Two hands grasped her shoulders, turned her and backed her up until the chair bumped her legs. She sat down, grasped the chair arms and, actually with a little difficulty, spread her legs to the width of the chair legs. She felt the air on her pussy. It seemed strange. She also noticed that it was a little warm in the room which, being naked, she thought was good.

She sat for a while, her mind racing, when she felt something bump one of her legs. Then, she felt a hand on her left breast, then on her right as well. It was simply caressing, then squeezing gently and massaging gently, then lifting and squeezing a little harder. She felt fingers on her nipple, squeezing and gently pulling, then pulling a little harder, to the edge of hurting but not beyond. Of course, with her nipples as sensitive as they always were, it was like electricity running through her body. Her nipples were rolled between thumb and forefinger and she was dying to know who was doing it but knew she'd never know. Suddenly she felt a tongue on one nipple, then the other. It licked her breasts, one at a time. Then there were lips, closing around the nipples, sucking on them, pulling them so they were longer and longer. Her breathing was getting harder and louder, but each breath was shorter and shorter. Gentle teeth nipped at each nipple and she could hardly stand it. Her hands gripped the chair so hard she was sure her knuckles were totally white.

She was aware suddenly of a hand on her stomach, sliding down lower across her muff. One finger slid lower as the teeth worked gently on her nipple and the finger was slowly sliding from top to bottom on her cleft. She wasn't even aware of it but her knees moved further apart as the finger slid slowly back to the top, then started back down. She was so wet the finger was moving easily and this time at the bottom it paused and pressed until it slipped between the puffy lips that were there and it was inside. She wasn't sure but she thought she could hear little moans slipping out of her throat. The finger moved in and then out, back in and back out, and then moved north, parting the puffiness as it went until her body jerked and she gasped. He'd found her clit, but there was just the single touch, even though she would have welcomed more.

The mouth kept working on her nipples and she was sure they had to be longer than they've ever been before. And the finger was moving south and was inside her again, gently moving around, exploring as she'd never been explored before. She wasn't really aware of much except for the lips and the finger and the feelings roaring through her body. On and on, lips and finger, pushing, exploring, sucking and nibbling. She wondered how long she could stand it but then she heard a bell and the lips and finger were gone and she was left holding the chair arms and trying to catch her breath. What next raced through her mind. She had never felt quite like this before, and it was only the first segment.

She was aware that someone was close and once again a hand began caressing her breasts, and she was aware that her breasts were wet. If men liked glistening women, she was sure she was one right now. Then she felt a mouth engulfing her breast, sucking as much of it as would fit into his mouth. First one and then the other, and, as he let each pop out of his mouth, his lips pulled on the nipples. She had other parts, why were they so concentrated on her nipples?

Then she felt something on her left breast. She couldn't believe it but whoever it was had attached a suction device to one nipple, and then to the other. They were long enough already, why would they do that. But the sensation was unbelievable. A tub on the device stretched her nipple and her breast followed. The same to the other, then both together. In just a few seconds there were touches between her legs. She wasn't sure what was happening until she felt the suction on her clit - now she had three of them. And she couldn't believe how this one felt. More tugging and her hips raised and jerked. Another tug and a loud moan erupted from inside the hood. Then hands on her puffy lips, spreading them, pulling them apart. She felt like she was going to explode. Once more there was a finger inside her, pushing and exploring finding every wet crease and crevice that she had. Then she was sure there were two or maybe three, maybe even all four fingers. They were stretching her and moving in and out faster and faster. She was sure she was moaning but knew she couldn't stop it. Then the fingers were out and she felt the edge of her mask move and a finger pushed through the slip by her mouth, pressing against her lips and pushing till her mouth opened. Then it caressed her lips and went inside against her tongue. Instinctively she sucked on the finger, realizing that she was tasting her own juices.

The finger was gone, but exploring down below again. It slid along the edge of her cleft, then was back at her mouth, wetter this time and she sucked again. This time while she was sucking on the finger, she felt other fingers inside her. When the first finger left her mouth, another very wet finger replaced it immediately. She had never thought of tasting her own juices before but doing it like this was nearly more than she could stand. And, when one of the hands bumped the suction device on her clit, she couldn't help but jerk and gasp. Another finger to her mouth and, as she sucked, the clit device was tubbed on and she was twitching and jerking and sucking all at once. The fingering and the sucking continued with the occasional clit bump and she wondered if her body could keep making all the juices that were needed and whether she could stay conscious. There was a pop and one of the suction things was off her left nipple, then another pop and the other nipple was free.