Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02

Author's note: Each story in this series is complete and separate, with no plot or characters in common with the others. Only one thin thread connects them.

Many thanks to bythewx for first editing and improving this story and to Hockey25 for a suggestion that made it much better.

Grateful thanks to the erudite Ginger_Scent, who pointed out additional embarrassing mistakes and weak parts and vastly improved everything. If you like quality erotica in both English and Italian, check out the stories by this writer/editor.

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"I don't know if I should bring this up," said Ellie. "It's pretty far out there."

We were sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner. I tried to guess what she was about to say.

"Is it another weird idea about life and politics from your strange friends?"

"They are not strange," shot back Ellie. "They're interesting and intellectually stimulating, not uptight about everything like you are.

"Not everything. You're the one who's uptight in bed."

We both laughed. It was a conversation that we were constantly having, but it wasn't a serious one. We had married six months ago, and the honeymoon wasn't over.

I was the stodgier one of the two of us, except when it came to sex. Her attempts at being spontaneous, uninhibited and experimental were funny. She tried to please me, but her strict upbringing held her back. I didn't care that much, because I was so in love with her that every second we were together was special, even if it was just watching her amazing body as she walked across the room.

"Well, as it happens, Velma was talking about sex," she said.

At first, I didn't understand, but then I realized she had circled back to the thing she wasn't sure whether to bring up. Velma was one of those experts on everything my impressionable wife listened to. They worked together and often met for lunch.

"What did she say?" I asked and winked. "Did she give you some pointers? Velma is hot."

"Oh be quiet, Stu," said Ellie. "You are such a flirt." She laughed again. She and I both knew that I never flirted with another woman. I did stare at a shapely woman when we were in public, but only one: Ellie. I had a one-track mind when it came to her, and she loved that.

"Velma has been married for seven years, and she told me that she and her husband were getting bored with their sex life."

"I'm not bored with my sex life."

"Shut up and listen. A friend of hers told her about a special club where couples went to watch live sex shows. She persuaded her husband to go with her, and after that their sex lives improved 1,000 per cent."

"What kind of club?" I asked. "Is it legal?"

"I don't know," said Ellie. "She didn't say much. She said if we go, the first time should be a surprise to both of us. She said that they did some pretty strange things, but it worked, because she and Bob are having more exciting sex than ever before.

"I wonder if Bob thinks so, too," I said. "We're seeing them Saturday; I'll ask him."

We were in a restaurant and the girls had gone to the powder room. "So tell me about your amazing sex club," I said to Bob.

He was expressionless as he answered. "Velma told me you'd be asking about it," he said. "I'm not allowed to tell you any of the details, but I'm supposed to honestly answer any questions you ask."

I thought that was a strange reply.

"What do you mean you're not allowed?" I asked.

"Velma made me promise, because if you go, she wants you to be surprised."

"What is it like?"

"That's too vague."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"No."

"But I thought you went there all the time."

He didn't say anything.

"Are you going there all the time?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I refused to go back."

"Wait a second. I thought this club spiced up your sex life.

He didn't say anything.

"Is that wrong?"

"No."

"You mean, the club did improve your sex life?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you stop going?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you because I can't give you any details."

I saw the girls coming back to the table.

"Do you think we should go to the club?" I asked him.

"I can't answer that. I have an opinion, but I promised Velma I wouldn't give you my opinion."

"The two of you must be discussing the world's problems because you look so serious," said Velma as the girls joined us. I looked at Bob, and he was frowning at me and moving his head ever so slightly from side to side, signaling me he didn't want to share our conversation.

"Yes, Velma," I said. "Bob and I were talking about whether we should withdraw troops from Pakistan immediately or wait until they begin loving us." We all laughed, but I saw Ellie and Velma exchange glances. They knew exactly what we had been talking about.

Driving home, Ellie asked me, "What did Bob tell you?"

"Not very much, but I could tell he had mixed feelings about it," I said.

"Did he say it improved their sex life?"

"Yes."

"Then what's the harm of trying it one time." She sounded enthusiastic. Velma had definitely sold her on the idea.

"I guess there's no harm," I said, "but even though he didn't exactly warn me against going, I got some bad vibes from Bob."

"Velma wasn't like that. She wouldn't tell me anything, but nothing she said was negative. Aren't you curious?"

"No," I said. "The way I read what Bob told me is that that it was a warning. So my inclination to to forget it."

"I say we go without any expectations," she said. "Maybe we'll be surprised."

"OK," I said reluctantly, wondering why I always gave in to her whenever something didn't matter much to me. Then I remembered she did the same thing, and that was one of the reasons I loved her.

"Velma said the club moves around, so she'll find out where it is now. As soon as she tells me, I'll make reservations."

"OK," I said, hoping Ellie would forget all about it.

But she didn't, and a few days later, she announced we'd be going there Saturday night. The club only operated once a week, and it was being held in an old theater on the other side of town. It wasn't in a dangerous neighborhood, but when we parked in the theater lot, I looked around and saw it was one of those areas that was getting a little seedy.

There were some large bouncers at the door who checked our reservations. In the lobby there were lone women everywhere wearing long white robes talking to couples. I didn't see any men other than the men who were accompanied by women, like I was.

One of the women in a white robe approached us. She didn't look at me but addressed Ellie. "You will be going this way, and he will be going that way," she said, pointing at two exits from the lobby. I saw other couples splitting up and going where she was indicating.

"But we're together," said Ellie.

"Oh, don't worry, honey," the woman said. "You'll rejoin him inside the theater. We just have to explain how things work, and we prefer to do it separately for the men and women, because they usually have different questions."

"Oh," said Ellie and waved at me as she walked to the women's exit. I slowly walked toward the men's door feeling uneasy.

The door led to a long narrow hall that seemed to go around the side of the theater to what used to be backstage. I followed the men into a large room with old mirrors and lockers. On a counter was a stack of white towels. The only furniture was wooden benches.

I saw some men taking off their clothes and wrapping a towel around their waists. The lockers all had padlocks with keys in them, and after the men closed the lock, they took out the key and left through another door, wearing only their towel.

I and about 20 other men just stood there watching the naked men leave until a tall woman wearing a white robe came in and shouted, "Everyone who's here for the first time, come this way." She led us to a corner and then spoke loudly above the sound of the slamming lockers.

"Please take off all your clothes and put them in any locker," she said. "The key has a plastic stretch band attached. Put that on your wrist so you don't lose it. Then wrap a towel around yourself, exit through that door and look for the friend who came with you."

"What if we don't want to take off our clothes?" asked one of the men.

"No problem," she said. "Just exit through this door, and walk around the theater to the front. We will announce that anyone missing the man who came with her can find him in front. Then you and your friend can leave together because she's not allowed to stay by herself.

The man who spoke and about five others left. The rest of us looked at each other and then started taking off our clothes. I wanted to leave, but I wanted to explain to Ellie first. I could always come back here after I saw her.

I entered the theater feeling stupid wrapped in my towel with my key hanging from my arm. I looked around. All of the theater seats had been stripped and replaced with padded benches. Men and women were sitting next to each other and talking. The men were all naked and sitting on their towels. The women were all dressed. There was a nervous buzz to the chatter, and I noticed each couple stayed far away from the next couple on the bench. The couples spoke to each other, but no one spoke to anyone else.

"Over here, Stu."

I heard Elllie's shout and looked around. I finally saw her sitting about five rows back in the center. I went to her. "We're leaving now," I started to say, but she stopped me by kissing me.

"Just listen, Stu," she said. "They told us our men would be nervous and skittish the first time they came here. They said to show them we loved them, and you know I love you. They said that they guaranteed you and I would have great sex after the show or they would refund our admission.

"I asked how they could know, and they said they would take our word for it if we weren't satisfied. They said the show makes some men squirm a little, but it didn't matter, because it works. I can tell you want to go, but won't you at least give it a chance?"

Her smile worked like she knew it would. I couldn't say no to her. She looked excited and radiant, and the show hadn't even started.

"OK," I said, "but I have a feeling I'm going to regret this. What did you find out about the show?"

"Not much. They mentioned volunteers from the audience performing an erotic show with professionals. Don't worry. I didn't volunteer."

I looked around the room. There was no curtain on the stage. It was brightly lit by lights above, on the side and in front. In the audience area there were a number of spotlights aimed at the stage with women in white robes operating them.

Other women in robes were holding video cameras, including two women sitting on the carpet below the stage fitted with professional body cameras and heavy batteries. There were other robed women standing among the seated audience of couples, mostly in the aisles aisles at the ends of the rows. Some of them were holding batches of balloons. The only men I could see were naked and sitting on their towels next to a woman -- like I was.

There was not much decor, just balloons everywhere. At the end of each aisle there was a big bouquet of balloons, and more bunches were at the back and the sides of the stage. They were big, round, cheap looking balloons in many different colors.

Ellie patted me on my naked thigh.

"During the show, I'm supposed to pleasure you with my hands," she said with a smile. "I guess I get my pleasure later."

A sound of trumpets came over the speakers and died down after a few seconds. On the stage, a tall woman in a white robe stepped up to a microphone. "Welcome," she said, "especially to those who are here for the first time. We've planned a great show for tonight. It's about a man who loses a bet to his girlfriend and has to let her watch while he submits to two men for the first time. Jilly will play the girlfriend, and Bobo and Arnie play the supporting roles."

A woman in white stepped forward and shrugged out of her robe. She was good looking and had a voluptuous body, which was on display in a skimpy bikini top and a thong. Two men in robes stepped out next to her and also dropped their robes. They were both muscular and bursting out of their Speedos. I heard a gasp from Ellie, and then she looked at me and smiled.

"Now we need a volunteer from the audience," the tall woman said. "I know a lot of you bisexual exhibitionists would love to be ravaged by Bobo and Arnie, but we need someone who can act a little and pretend to be straight.

"In the play, you are afraid of them and make the audience think you are being forced to do this by your girlfriend. Do you think you can look humiliated and in pain? If you do, shout out, 'Balloon!'"

She stopped, and the room was quiet for a moment. Not many volunteers, I thought. No wonder.

Then I heard a voice shouting balloon, but it was a woman's voice a few rows in front of us. She was standing, and two of the spotlights turned toward her while four women in white rushed toward her. One held a batch of balloons. I saw the man next to her jump up and turn quickly, and then the two of them were surrounded by white robes and I couldn't see anything more for a few minutes.

Then the whole group, except for the woman who had shouted balloon, began moving down the row to the aisle and then up the aisle toward the stage. The woman who had been with the man sat down and watched, along with everyone else, as the women in robes and the naked man in the middle of them made their way to the stage, slowly at first.

But then they started jogging together and soon arrived at a ramp on the left side of the stage. As they jogged up the ramp, I heard a strange voice coming from the group, but it wasn't amplified, so I couldn't make it out.

The women and the naked man walked to the center of the stage in a tight formation, two women pressing closely on each side of the man. They brought him to a second microphone, near the tall woman.

The tall woman spoke again into the first mike. "What is your name?" she said and turned to the man. The man didn't seem to hear her although her voice boomed through the loudspeakers. His head was moving, sweeping the audience as if he was searching for someone, and he was saying something. He never stopped talking, but even though he was in front of a microphone, I couldn't hear him. A woman holding the neck of a big red balloon in her hands walked in front of him.

"Jerome!" It was a shout from the audience, and I looked and saw it was the woman who had been with the man."

"Welcome, Jerome," said the tall woman. "Do you think you can act as if you are scared out of your wits at the idea of a man violently tearing you apart? Or are you going to disappoint us and show how eager you are to be the bottom? What do you say?"

The woman with the balloon had moved out of the way, and I saw the man again. Maybe she had fixed the man's microphone, because now I heard his voice. It sounded high pitched and strange, a little like a duck in a cartoon. There was a ripple of laughter in the audience from both the men and the women.

He stopped, and then he began again. "Please let me go," he pleaded. "This is a mistake. I didn't volunteer. Tell them honey. It's a mistake. I'm just here because she asked me to come. I don't want to be onstage." His voice continued, but his mike went dead, so I couldn't hear him.

"That was great, Jerome," said the tall woman. "I'm always surprised at how quickly some of our amateurs get into their roles and how convincing they can be. I think you really convinced everyone that you aren't an exhibitionist who's dying to let Bobo and Arnie stuff your butt in front of everyone. You naughty boy!" There was more laughter at the expense of the man with the funny voice.

"I guess we're ready," the woman said. "The actors will take their places. They know their characters, so they can improvise."

She left the stage, and the four women in robes surrounded the naked man, and all of them moved to the large couch. A couple of the women were holding balloons. Two of them sat down with Jerome, and the two with the balloons stood in front of him for a minute and then sat down also. Once the women got ut of the way, I could see the man was still talking, but not loud enough for anyone to hear what he was saying.

JIlly, the girl in the bikini, walked over to them, and she put her hand out. It looked like one of the robed women put something into the girl's hand, but maybe it was pantomime because I couldn't see anything. Then the girl sat down next to the man as the women in robes stood up and walked off the stage.

Jilly had a body mike on because her voice was loud and clear. "Now, Jerome, you know you lost that bet," she said. "If you had won, I promised you a threesome with my hot girlfriend. But you lost, and so you have to make good. These are my friends, Bobo and Arnie. They go both ways, if you know what I mean, and they're going to put on a show for me, with you as the star. What have you got to say about that?"

She leaned into him so that the tiny bikini cup that barely covered her nipple was at his mouth. That must have been where the mike was attached. I heard him crying and pleading for a few seconds in his funny flaming voice, and then she leaned away and his voice couldn't be heard anymore.

"I'm sorry, Jerome," she said, "that won't do any good. Why don't you just face the music like a man." At this, she giggled and there was a roar from the audience, including Ellie. I wasn't laughing because I was uncomfortable and a little angry at being forced to watch this spectacle. I looked around, and it seemed to me that I wasn't the only one feeling that way. Other men were looking around the audience, too. Their women companions seemed to be mesmerized by what was happening onstage.

"Take him away, boys," said Jilly, and the two muscle men picked him up and carried him to the bed. He was really into it now, because he began struggling and twisting his body wildly as if he were trying to escape.

I looked over at Ellie. Her mouth was wide open, and her eyes seemed to be glazed over. She was sitting as if at attention and sweating so profusely that her face was glowing and her hair was damp and matted.

I turned back to the stage and saw the two men drop Jerome on the bed. He immediately tried to jump up, but one of them climbed on top of him. After that, it was just three gay men doing their thing.

Bobo and Arnie pretended to force him to use his mouth on them and he swallowed their sperm. They pretended to force him to eat their asses out. They savagely took him in the ass in all kinds of positions. When they were slamming into him, I marveled again that some people, gay and straight, liked this kind of violent sex. Ellie and I sometimes enjoyed going hard at each other, but this seemed so vicious and brutal that I couldn't fathom how the little man could be enjoying it.

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt a hand grab my cock. It was Ellie, and when I looked at her, she had already turned back to the stage. She started playing with me as she watched the action, but I never got aroused. How could I? The whole scene was a turn-off for me. Not for Ellie, though. The play lasted about an hour, and her eyes were riveted on the action the whole time. I wondered what she was thinking.

After Bobo and Arnie let loose inside Jerome's mouth and rear for what seemed like the umpteenth time, the sound of the trumpets was heard again and the tall woman returned.

"Wasn't that a great performance," she said, and the audience jumped to its feet cheering. That is, the women did. The other men sat on their towels and seemed to be waiting, just like me.