Inside Club Taurus

Inside Club Taurus

 

Elliot Silvestri

 

Smashwords Edition

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Inside Club Taurus

 

An Erotic Male Chastity Novel

 

Copyright © 2024 Green Bush Publishing

 

First Edition

 

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Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy, but in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

 

 

Preview

About the Author

 

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Chapter 1

 

Jo didn’t know the name of the man whose beautiful cock she was sucking. She didn’t care to know. When he started to offer his name—real or not—she told him to close his mouth. She just wanted to suck his cock and so she did.

He was handsome, almost pretty. He had the lean muscles of a young man who kept fit by running rather than lifting weights. A thrilling shiver ran down her spine. He was a young man. Probably twenty years her junior. That made this even better.

When she met him less than an hour before he was wearing a leather harness around his torso. It looked like fetish gear because that was exactly what it was. He was also wearing a pair of tight black shorts that, when she pulled them down, proved to be the only real garment he was wearing.

That was when she discovered his beautiful cock. Thick but not too long. Jo could just barely get her fingers around it. He must have trimmed his pubic hair because it positively felt fuzzy against her nose when she deep-throated him. True, he wasn’t fully erect yet, but that didn’t stop her. It had been too long since she had done that with a man.

His balls were velvety smooth. It was obvious he shaved them. She liked how they felt under her fingertips and how she could enjoy their weight in her palm. When it came time for her to suck on his balls, he shivered in delight giving her such a feeling of satisfaction that had all but disappeared in her life.

They had barely talked. That was the way she wanted it. A quick introduction. She offered her name—not her real name—and when he started to offer his, she put her fingers on his lips.

They talked a bit. She finished the fruity alcoholic drink in her glass while they chatted and she admired his body. He was polite. He wasn’t allowed to drink alcohol here. She wanted to touch and run her fingers all over his body. His chest was lightly tanned from the sun—she saw the touch of a tan line at his waist where his shorts rode a little too low—and was almost hairless. The harness hid nothing, that was the point. It marked him as a willing partner and could be used as a method of restraining him if that’s what Jo wanted.

When Jo kissed him he willingly parted his lips to accept her tongue in his mouth. She hoped he could taste her last few drops of alcohol. To kiss him she had to go up on her toes and he had to bend down his neck, but that was fine.

Jo was in charge and that thrilled her more than anything else in this encounter.

Judging that he was adequate for her needs, she brought him back to one of the private rooms. Her intent was to use him just because she could.

Maybe he was surprised that she immediately went down on her knees to strip him and suck his cock. He probably wasn’t. He claimed to have been working for the club for a year. Certainly other women had sucked his cock in that time.

It was empowering to give a younger man a blowjob while she was still fully dressed. Jo didn’t intend to stay dressed.

The first thing that went were her red heels. They were uncomfortable in general and wearing them while kneeling jabbed her in the butt. Her jacket she had tossed aside the moment they had entered the room. As she sucked his cock she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it so he could see her tits barely contained by the pink bra.

There was no way for her to remove her pants without flopping around on the floor like a fool or standing up.

Jo stood up, unzipped her pants, wiggling them over her hips which she still thought were too wide along with her ass which was a little too fat, before stepping out of the wadded up material, leaving her in a matching bra and panties.

She had carefully thought this through. She didn’t need to seduce him, but it was fun to pretend to do so.

“I want to kiss you again,” she said and went up on her toes again. His hard cock, standing up now and jutting outward, conspired to prevent them from embracing, but she pressed her body to his anyway, reveling in the way his hard muscles and smooth skin felt against her.

“Do you want to go to the bed?” he asked her.

“Uh-huh,” she said, not trusting herself to speak actual words.

“Let me help you,” he offered and then, instead of leading her by the hand to the luxury-quality hotel bed in the private room, he instead picked her up and carried her.

Jo wasn’t fat, but she felt like she had put on too many pounds to be doing that.

Obviously with her young lover she was wrong on that account.

Gently he put her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders and lips, his body pinning her down.

She let him take the initiative just to see what younger folks were doing now when it came to first-time encounters for sex.

His kisses moved from her mouth to her chest. He fumbled with the bra. She sat up and helped him remove it and then she was again on her back and her nipple was sucked into his mouth and she felt her pussy start to flood. It wasn’t that he was a phenomenal lover; it was that she hadn’t done this with someone new in so long.

Jo was helpless to resist—and she didn’t want to resist—as he kissed his way down her tummy before pulling down her panties. For a second she demurely kept her knees together, hiding her pussy from him, but that opened them because that was the whole point.

She was glad she had been recently waxed, though he would have said nothing regardless, her pubic hair having been trimmed and shaped into an elegant triangle with her lips all but bare.

The wetness of his tongue met the wetness of her sex and she moaned. It wasn’t for show, she was enjoying his attention that much. His mouth found her clit and lightly sucked as he slipped a single finger in her tunnel.

Her entire body quivered.

“Yes,” Jo encouraged him. “More.”

He did exactly that. It didn’t take long before she came, her climax lasting a wonderfully long time, her moan of relief filling the room, her pussy all but gushing amrita on his face and the bed.

“I want your cock,” she told him when she came to her senses. “I need your cock.”

It would have been a shame for him to use a condom, so he didn’t. His cock glided into her pussy and she groaned as he filled her up and Jo knew this wouldn’t be the last time she did this.

It didn’t matter if she was married to a man who didn’t know where she was right now.

 

“I came into some money,” said Jobeth, a light smile playing on her lips.

“I can see that.” Her accountant on the other side of the desk was still scanning the printed spreadsheet in front of him. “This really changes everything for you.”

“I know.”

“I’ve gone over almost all of this, getting things in order. And you have my sympathies on the passing of your…grandmother?”

“Great-aunt, actually.”

“Great aunt. Do you mind me asking why your parents didn’t inherit this money?”

“Let’s just say my family’s relationship with Aunt Jo wasn’t the best. I was the only one who really talked to her.”

“Was it because you were named after her?”

Jobeth laughed. “That’s just a piece of it. Complicated family dynamics and all that.”

Her accountant adjusted his glasses and nodded. “Well, I’ve gone over just about everything, closing accounts where I could, moving money around, all that good stuff. I need your signature to take care of a few more things.” He started passing her documents to sign. Jobeth automatically put her signature on them all.

“This is going to be a switch for you, isn’t it?” he asked her. “For years your husband had control of the money with his job. Tech sales is very lucrative. I admire you for being a librarian for twenty years, but there’s no money in it, is there?”

She nodded. “Yes. A shift.” She paused at one last document. “What’s this?”

He glanced at what she showed him. “Club Taurus? I don’t have any real idea. A social club of some sort that your great aunt belonged to. There’s a yearly membership fee that’s very high, as you can see here, and I figured you’d want to cancel it. Seems like a semi-political organization. Very secretive. Nothing much online about them other than a business address and such.”

“I’m going to hold onto this,” said Jobeth. “I have some old papers of Aunt Jo’s I’d like to possibly donate to the club.”

He shrugged. “It’s your money. It’s your money now.”

 

“Jo Moore was one of our founding members.” The woman across the table was professionally dressed and looked like she had just emerged from a hair salon after sitting in a makeup artist’s chair for an hour. Her demeanor and poise wasn’t showy or gaudy, but understated. Jo tried not to let herself be intimidated. “I’m sorry to hear of her passing. She hasn’t been active in the club in years, according to our records. I’ll be happy to reimburse her annual dues now that—”

“I’d like to keep her membership and transfer it to me,” Jo interrupted.

The woman paused. Jo was almost certain her name was Claudia. She looked like a Claudia. Jo cursed herself for not being able to remember the name. “Are you fully aware of what Club Taurus does?” She turned her head a little, looking askance at Jo.

“Aunt Jo was rich and kept to herself. She didn’t tell me everything, but she did give me this.” From her bag Jo produced a book emblazoned with Club Taurus’s logo. “She hinted, but after reading this, I know exactly what Club Taurus is all about.”

“I see.”

“I’d like a tour.”

“That’s not what we normally do.”

“I’d like to take over her membership,” Jo repeated. “The last thing you and the club want is for this sort of information to become public.”

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“I will need to consult on this first.”

“I can wait,” Jo said, sitting back in her chair, making it obvious she was going nowhere until she got what she wanted.

Claudia nodded and left the meeting room. They were in a nondescript office building filled with a variety of management companies. The sort of boring place where the dreary gears of industry turned slowly and steadily.

Jo looked out the window and wondered what the hell she was getting herself into.

Fifteen minutes later Claudia returned. “I can arrange for a tour of our primary facility when you want, but it will have to be during the day when we aren’t operating so that you can be…vetted.”

“Will that tour be today or tomorrow?” asked Jo.

 

She tried not to dress like a librarian, but she had been a school librarian for so many years it was part of her nature now. She had other clothes than what she wore to work, of course, but none of them seemed appropriate for a tour of Club Taurus. Instead she wore some newly purchased and much fancier than anything she had ever owned before lingerie. This was under her clothes, of course. Not wanting to seem wasteful or be someone she wasn’t, Jo wore a gray skirt that ended just above the knees, a white silk blouse that was taken out only for date nights with her husband, and black jacket to give the outfit a bit of class. Not wanting to go completely monochrome, she wore bright red heels also newly purchased instead of her high calf soft leather boots.

How does one dress for a tour of a place such as Club Taurus? Jo didn’t know as surely as she didn’t know exactly why she was doing this.

Jeremy was disappointed when Jo told him of her decision to retire from her librarian job. She was fully vested in her retirement plan and he was still working and after inheriting her great-aunt’s estate she wanted to do something new with her life.

Jo didn’t tell Jeremy that she was touring Club Taurus. He was busy with his job, which he claimed to love. He made excellent money at it. Keeping secrets from her husband didn’t make Jo feel good about herself. She had told him that Aunt Jo’s holdings were enough to sustain them for years if they wished. She didn’t tell him exactly how much money she had inherited.

The club itself was outside the city, not far and easily accessible from the tony neighborhoods on the north side, but also a short trip for those exclusive few who lived in the penthouses of the residential district in the city proper. The building was old, erected over a hundred years ago before the city started to sprawl, the center of a wealthy man’s horse farm. It was separated from the road by a stone wall and screening trees making it impossible for those driving by to see it. The driveway was long and winding, ending in a surprisingly large parking lot.

Jo felt embarrassed to park her ancient Civic next to a singular BMW and two Mercedes. Still, she had an appointment and wouldn’t be cowed.

She had expected to meet Claudia in the building’s entrance. She was not there. Another woman was.

“Ms. Patton,” she greeted Jo. “I’m Andrea.”

“It’s Mrs. Patton, actually.”

Andrea nodded. “Most of our members prefer to go by Ms.”

“I see. Why?”

“You don’t know already?”

“Why don’t you tell me,” Jo suggested.

Andrea’s eyes narrowed, but she answered anyway. “The women who comprise Club Taurus aren’t exactly submissive or subservient…unless they’re playing that game. Most go by their pre-marriage names, those that are married, that is.”

Jo noted Andrea avoided using the outdated term “maiden name” but didn’t comment on it.

“Why don’t you give me the tour now,” said Jo. “I need to determine if this membership is for me or not.”

“Yes. Claudia said as much.” Andrea took a step back and assumed the air of a professional tour guide. The sort of guide that knew the ins and outs of a foreign city and at the same time knew how to get behind the scenes at all the right landmarks.

“This is, as you can see, our reception hall.” Andrea pointed out a well-marked entrance just to the side of the reception desk. “That’s the way to the spa. I’ll take you there first.” She then indicated two other doors off to the side that looked like employee entrances. “Those will take you to the special services area and the private spaces. All areas are accessible inside the club proper, but it’s sometimes better to have separate entrances. Please follow me.”

Inside the spa area Jo received a tour of what appeared to be, and what was, a very high-end spa. The employees were dressed like they were in a medical clinic. The two clients Jo glimpsed were in ridiculously luxurious bathrobes. Andrea pointed out the hair salon, mani and pedi area, massage rooms, skin treatment suites, saunas and mineral baths, among other services. Jo was impressed but tried not to look so. It all seemed very nice, but it was certainly not worth the asking price of the annual membership.

“But I can get this sort of treatment at any number of places,” Jo pointed out as they finished the loop, walking back into the main reception area.

“Of course,” said Andrea, pulling out a key card and holding it near the wall. There wasn’t a sensor pad that Jo could see, but an instant later she heard a faint click and the unmarked door to the special services area popped open.

“Special services covers just about everything that members want and pay for. There isn’t anyone here now, well, no clients. Staff is preparing for tomorrow’s party.”

“Party?”

“Yes. Please follow me.”

Jo was shown a decently sized dining room filled with at least twenty large tables. Along one wall was a full bar with more seating. Andrea pointed out the sizable kitchen.

“A private restaurant?”

“Exactly. That wall folds back for entertainment, live bands and speakers and such.”

“Fine.” Jo was getting bored. Andrea sensed that.

She led the way down a short corridor. “This is the main dungeon playroom,” she said, opening a heavy wooden door and pushing on it. When Jo stepped inside, she was properly impressed.

The room was painted a dark gray. In the middle were several heavy, padded tables with thick chains and leather restraints. Along one wall was every possible implement that could be used in a BDSM scene, neatly hung and carefully maintained. Whips, crops, and paddles figured prominently along with a variety of tools that Jo couldn’t name. There were more chains, more restraints, more everything, more than her eyes could take in. She started to pale when she saw some fierce-looking clamps and spiked tools. There were leather gloves and hoods.

A shelf ran along the wall and Jo saw vibrators and dildos and other sex toys that seemed to be designed to be inserted into the human body, but she couldn’t begin to imagine where.

The overhead lighting was stark and that made it more real and scarier.

“The lights can be dimmed, naturally,” said Andrea as she turned a knob on the wall, demonstrating the lighting effects.

On the far wall were more restraints—chains and metal collars and hasps and even more—all attached to the wall.

Jo wasn’t sure if she was scared or turned on or both.

“Naturally everything is monitored by cameras,” Andrea continued, “for our members’ safety…and for those wishing to have video mementos.”

“Cameras?” asked Jo.

Andrea pointed to a few discreet camera lenses hidden among the room's fixtures.

“It’s never been a problem, of course. Video is strictly for security observation. Everyone knows this. Those who enjoy watching after the fact are welcomed.”

“Who…who watches?” Jo asked, not knowing what else to say.

“Security. Please follow me.” She left the room. Jo was happy to follow.

The next room was exactly what Jo would expect in a video security room. Lots of monitors and computer equipment with three office chairs in front of them. Only a few of the monitors were on, showing rooms empty of people. Jo saw beds. Then Jo saw someone moving a broom, cleaning the room.

“I see.”

“Let me show you something even better.”

Andrea led her to what was essentially a small movie theater. Comfortable reclining chairs and a huge home-theater style screen that would be measured in feet not inches.

“Many of the cucks and husbands watch from here.”

“Watch what?” Jo asked, already knowing the answer.

“Their wives and significant others having sex with other men…and sometimes other women.”

“Yes. Of course.”

“I’ve shocked you.”

“No, I just…wasn’t expecting this exactly.”

Andrea had shocked her, but Jo couldn’t admit that.

“Maybe this isn’t the social club for you.”

“No. This is exactly what I want,” Jo blurted out. “It’s what I need.”

 

Chapter 2

 

It wasn’t exactly a challenge to seduce Jeremy into fucking her that night. He had been gone on one of his many overnight sale trips. This one had lasted for three days. It was what kept their marriage going, the fact that they weren’t always around each other.

One of their few routines was for them to have sex on the night Jeremy returned from his trips. Jo had put on some lingerie under her rather drab and boring clothes, but didn’t tell him that.

She had plans.

“Was the drive long?” she asked him as they went to the bedroom and he started to undress.

“Just a couple of hours. No traffic, that was good.” He smiled and tossed his clothes carelessly to the floor, not even bothering to pretend he’d put them in the hamper.

Jo flopped to the bed and watched him. Usually he wanted a shower when he got home. That wasn’t going to happen tonight.

Jeremy kept eye contact with his wife as he removed all his clothes, hesitated for a moment, and then finally lowered his underwear, showing off his cock.

It was a nice cock, neither big nor small, but with a good thickness and a slight curve. She liked his cock. She had no reason to complain about his cock.

Jo was certain that Jeremy used his cock on other women during his sales trips.

His cock was soft right now.

“I’m going to shower and then we can—”

“No,” she interrupted him just as he started to walk toward the suite’s bathroom.

Jo popped open the button to her jeans and lowered the zipper, giving him just a hint of the panties she was wearing. She slid the tips of her right hand fingers into her panties. “I want you to fuck me before you shower.” She bit her bottom lip. “Would you like me to start with a blowjob?”

“Uh…”

He wasn’t sure how to process this. He didn’t run to the shower, but it was unusual for Jo to be this sexually aggressive.

Seeing his hesitation, Jo moved from the bed and knelt before him. Her jeans were tight enough that they didn’t fall down. Jeremy’s eyes went wide as she took his cock in her hand. He started to stiffen and rise. He started to protest when she leaned in and surrounded his hardening flesh with her mouth.

Jeremy groaned.

Jo was well-familiar with her husband’s cock. How it looked, hard and soft. How it felt in her hand and in her pussy. How it smelled and tasted. There were many variables to all of that, but his normally musky, masculine smell and taste were, for the moment, off.

Jo had tasted her pussy more than once. From her fingers. From Jeremy’s fingers. From his cock after he had used it on her pussy. She knew what pussy tasted like. His cock wasn’t exactly the flavor of pussy, but it was damn close.

He often tasted this way after a business trip.

She moaned a little in the back of her throat.

Jeremy grinned and his cock continued to rise.

When he was fully hard, Jo backed off but continued to pump him with her hand while looking up at him.

“Want to fuck me?” she asked.

“Always.”

“Want to fuck my face?” she asked him boldly. Jo rather liked sucking her husband’s cock and being face-fucked was part of the sexual repertoire.

“I’d prefer your pussy.”

“How about my ass?”

Anal sex wasn’t part of their sexual repertoire. They had tried it a few times, but it wasn’t to Jo’s liking and Jeremy didn’t make an issue of it.

“You want to try that again?”

“Maybe. Maybe I’m getting bored and I want to try new things.”

Grinning, Jeremy pulled her to her feet, kissed her, and then pushed her back on the bed. He then stripped her jeans off.

Seeing her panties, he frowned for a moment. “Are those new?”

“Yes. Special. I got them for you.”

Jeremy nodded and knelt on the floor, reaching for the panties’ waistband. She allowed him to pull them off.

“You shaved,” he said when he revealed her pussy.

“Waxed, actually. Just a little.”

Jo normally just did a bit of respectable edging. She now had a two-inch wide landing strip as the only cover for her mons. She had never gone completely bare in her life.

“Why?”

“I told you, I wanted to try something new.” She spread her legs wider and ran her index and middle fingers down either side of her slit, showing her wetness, showing her smooth skin.

“You’re plotting something.” Jeremy was no fool.

“Right now I want you to eat my pussy,” she told him.

Jeremy might have been cheating on his wife, but he knew when she—or any woman—asked for their pussy to be eaten, there was only one correct response.

He put his face to her crotch and fulfilled her request.

Jo flopped her head back and struggled out of her shirt and bra. Jeremy knew how to eat pussy. She suspected that he was so good at it because he had honed his skills with other women.

Was she in her rights to complain if she was the beneficiary of his cheating?

Once she managed to strip herself while Jeremy’s tongue and lips were teasing and thrilling her clit, Jo held her breasts, rolled her nipples between her fingers, and then pinched.

The pain thrilled her. She wanted more. She was going to get more.

“Fuck me,” she panted. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Coming right up,” said Jeremy, getting to his feet to climb on top of her and the bed.

“No,” she said, flopping over before he had the chance to mount her. “Fuck me doggy.”

It wasn’t something they always did, but Jeremy knew what his wife’s asshole looked like. He wasn’t going to say no.

She got on all fours and he knelt behind her, cock in hand, running the head up and down her slit, getting it wet.

“Just fucking put it in me,” she begged him.

He shoved it in and started fucking her as hard as he could to prove his masculinity to her…and himself.

Jo went along with the ride. She still liked being fucked and she loved his cock. He knew what she liked and he did all of those things now: the pace, the force, the speed, holding her ass and then her waist and keeping going until she reached her inevitable peak so that he could cum.

Just as Jo was about to climax, she stifled her own orgasm and pushed back at him. “I want to ride your cock,” she told him.

Jeremy paused. “Sure.” He wasn’t that close yet and why not let his wife do some of the work? It took a moment to change positions and reinsert him into her, but in short order Jo was happily perched on his body, impaled on his cock, rocking her hips happily.

Reaching up, Jeremy took her tits in hand and played with her nipples. That distracted Jo, but it was also just enough impetus for her to continue her plan.

“I want to do something new,” she said.

Jeremy just looked at her. He was more focused on his cock and the building orgasm than engaging in dirty talk.

“What do you want to do that’s new?” he asked, barely realizing what he was saying.

“I want to fuck other people,” she blurted. Her timing was perfect. It took Jeremy a second, but then the words struck him and his eyes popped open.

“Other people?” His cock was throbbing inside her. He was so close.

He hated the idea.

He loved the idea.

“I want to fuck other men,” she told him, staring directly into his eyes. “And maybe other women.”

There was no way for him to hold off any longer. He came. Jeremy came harder than he had in a long time. He was surprised at how hard he came considering how he had spent the last few nights. He didn’t think he had it in him. Obviously, he did.

Jo’s orgasm was much milder. She braced her hands on his chest and trembled as the wave passed through her. She was nervous. She was scared. But she wanted this and if she had to leave Jeremy behind, then so be it.

With a long, drawn-out groan, she slid down on top of him, his cock still inside her, throbbing, but slowly subsiding.

They breathed heavily for a minute, enjoying the sensation of each other’s skin against their bodies, all in silence.

“What do you think?” she asked as she rolled off his body and closed her legs. She’d have to go to the bathroom soon enough, but for the moment she wanted his cum in her.

“That was great,” he said.

She wasn’t going to let him weasel out of her proposition. “What do you think about fucking other people?” she asked him bluntly.

“Are you asking me permission or is this dirty talk to get you off?” Jeremy wanted to avoid this conversation. He was, rather foolishly, certain that she had no ideas about his extracurricular activities. His cheating. His infidelity.

Jo glared at him. “Our sex life is getting boring. I want to expand it.”

“You want to cheat on me.”

She refrained from bringing up what she knew about him. Jo couldn’t injure Jeremy’s fragile ego.

“No. If I was going to cheat on you, I’d just fuck another guy and not tell you about it.” Jo took in a deep breath. “You can fuck other women, too, if you want.”

“Why are you asking for this?”

Jo ignored his question. “I’ve found an…organization that is very discreet and I want to do this.”

“Is this about the money you’ve inherited?”

He cut right to the heart of the issue.

“No…well, not entirely.”

“Fucking hell, Jo—”

“Do you only want to fuck me for the rest of your life?” she bluntly asked him. “Can’t our sex lives be more exciting?”

“We’ll wind up divorced,” he shot back at her.

“Then I’ll be able to fuck whoever I want, won’t I?” she asked him. “I’m not asking your permission, Jer. I’m telling you what I want and what I’m going to do. You can come along with me…or not.”

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Jeremy opted to go along with her plan. She wasn’t certain why, exactly. Certainly part of it was curiosity. Surely he had to think there was something in it for him. Maybe he was truly worried about losing his wife. Despite everything, she did love him and he her. They had history together, there was no reason to throw it all away over some sex.

When she showed Jeremy the club’s rules, he changed his mind.

“There’s like…nothing here for me!”

“It’s a club primarily for women,” she agreed with him. “You can be a toy or you can observe or you can—”

“This is all so you can fuck some random guy!”

Jo regarded him for a moment. “Not random. Vetted. And yes, this is for me. You don’t have to accompany me. You don’t have to hear about it. I can go and fuck who I want and you can…you can do whatever you want to do.”

She didn’t know why she didn’t just tell him she knew he was cheating on her. She was going to fuck someone else.

She already had. She just didn’t tell him that.

“There’s not going to be anyone at this club that I can…” He didn’t finish his statement.

“Maybe you can find some other woman to fuck,” she suggested.

When he started to open his mouth to answer her, he thought better of it and remained silent.

In the end, they went to Club Taurus, again for no other reason than Jo wanted to go and Jeremy had too much curiosity. Secretly he was certain that he could find some woman to fuck, maybe in front of Jo, maybe not.

She remained silent on fucking her anonymous lay previously. What Jeremy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Jeremy was impressed when they arrived and were ushered inside the building. It wasn’t flashy, but everything about the space firmly stated class and elegance. They bypassed the spa area and went directly to the bar and restaurant room. Along one wall a simple buffet was set up, but very few people seemed interested in eating. Many were drinking.

All were socializing.

It took Jeremy a moment to take it all in and realize what he was seeing.

It was Jo’s first visit under these circumstances—her earlier fete was private, her assignation a choice of one men from among three—and she was impressed. The scene just brought a smile to her face.

Never before had she seen women so fully in charge of anything.

The lighting was dim, but it was good enough. It wasn’t exactly a formal party, but men were in suits and women in cocktail dresses. Mostly.

Some of the women were half naked or completely naked.

Many of the men were in a similar state.

Jeremy couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

His cock stiffened in his pants.

He changed his mind and decided that coming to the party had been worth it. Normally he hated wearing a suit outside of work, but he was willing to make an exception.

For the most part the guests were older, over forty, with a few exceptions. Jeremy at first only saw the attractive women in their dresses, and the half-dressed women in lingerie and less with swathes of exposed skin, and then the mostly naked women wearing either nothing at all or just some jewelry and a single item of clothing. The bodies weren’t perfect, but that was fine with him.

He barely saw the men in their suits. He hesitated when he realized many of the men were in little more than boxer briefs. The men who were naked weren’t really naked. They had on collars. With leashes attached. With women holding the leashes.

There was no way he would admit it, but Jeremy was scared of the leashes.

And turned on by them.

While there was some kissing and caressing among the people in the room, there wasn’t anything going on that could be considered actual sex.

It was the build up to sex, the anticipation of sex.

Music was playing in the background, just loud enough to cover casual conversation, but not so loud that conversation was impossible. The woman who had admitted them to the club leaned in to Jo and said something to her. Jo nodded.

“What did she say to you?” Jeremy asked his wife.

Jo just shook her head, but then said, “You have to stay in the common area, here, or the observation rooms. You can’t go to any of the private rooms yet, not even with me, not even with an escort.”

He had a question but before he could ask it, Jo had already joined the circulating crowd. She went to the bar and accepted a drink. Someone pressed a glass into his hand. He drank from it and winced at the harsh alcohol. He preferred beer. Jeremy couldn’t stop from staring at the acres of exposed flesh. Of the topless women’s tits. Their bare bottoms, or bottoms exposed by a thong or g-string. Out of some sort of sense of respect, he refused to look at their pussies. He didn’t want to be singled out as that guy.

Jo was in her element. She spoke easily with men and women alike, those dressed and those undressed. Jeremy didn’t know how to act, what to say, what to do. He just stood there, letting his eyes go back and forth over the crowd, not staring, but watching everything.

He missed everything his wife was doing. Everything she was saying.

That was fine with Jo.

Eventually, she tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned to her, she said, “I’m going with Simon. You should go to the observation room. I’ll be in the room…” She turned to the man next to her, presumably Simon. “What room?”

“Room three.”

“Tell them to turn the screen to room three,” she told him before taking Simon’s hand as he led her away.

An employee of the club, a female employee, was suddenly at his elbow. “If you’ll come with me, sir?” She was polite. Attractive, but understated. She was wearing the uniform of the club, which instead of making her stand out, made her fade into the background.

Not wanting to make a scene and not knowing what else to do, Jeremy followed her.

The room she brought him to was essentially a private viewing space, something created for the express purpose of watching sports on a huge screen. The television in front of him was easily ten feet across. Was it custom made? It seemed magical.

It seemed even more magical because it wasn’t showing a baseball or football game. It was showing porn. Only it wasn’t exactly porn. Ahead of time, Jo had told him what he could expect to see on the screen. It wasn’t recorded porn. It was live. It was an encounter going on right then and there in the club.

The employee went to the control panel at the back of the room. She pressed a few buttons and the screen shifted, going black for a moment, before showing the caption “Room Three” and then it faded away.

It took Jeremy a moment, but then he recognized his wife on the screen.

 

Jo was excited in every sense of the word. She wanted this to happen. Jeremy could watch or run away. They could remain married or just end it. Either way was good for her.

Simon was young and handsome and that’s all she needed right then. He pointed out the cameras to her and she smiled at one then turned to him and kissed him like he was her high school boyfriend and they had just reunited.

He was the one that broke the kiss. “Wow. That was intense.”

“My husband is watching,” she told him, her arms still around his body, not letting him go.

“Going to give him a show?”

She nodded. “I want to suck your cock first.” Going down on her knees, she tugged at his pants. Simon assisted her in opening them up and getting out his cock. He was slightly swollen, but not fully erect yet. That was perfect. She wanted to work at this and have a good time.

As she put his cock in her mouth, she noted that he completely shaved his pubes. It made his cock look bigger. His balls were completely smooth. She loved how velvety they felt. There was a mild musky scent to his cock, but it was pleasant, exactly what she wanted in a man.

It felt wrong to be doing this, which was why she loved it. She couldn’t wait to hear Jeremy’s reaction. It didn’t matter which way he reacted, positive or negative, because she won either way. She couldn’t wait to see the video. She wanted to see herself being a slut on camera.

“You’re good at sucking cock,” he complimented her as he finished undressing, stepping out of his shoes and shucking his shirt. Where did the club find these young men with their incredible bodies and beautiful cocks?

“Thank you,” she said, taking a breath and then resuming her fellatio.

In the moment it felt impossible that she would ever get bored with sex, but that was exactly what had happened with her and Jeremy, hadn’t it? Or maybe she was just done with him. Was it time to move on?

“You keep going and I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

Jo paused. “Is that not allowed?”

Simon laughed at her. “Everything you want to do is allowed. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”

She shook her head as she pumped his cock with her hand. “No. I want you to fuck me.”

“I can do that.”

“I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“I can do that…but you need to take off your clothes first.”

“Help me up?” she asked, letting go of his cock and extending her hand.

Simon pulled her to her feet. Unable to reach behind her back, Jo turned around, facing away from him. “Unzip me?”

He lowered the zipper to her bright blue dress. She shivered as she exposed more skin to him. It didn’t matter to her that he was naked. All that mattered was her.

Bending over to step out of the dress, she noted that one of her stockings had a run in it originating from the knee where she had knelt on the floor. It didn’t matter. She could afford more stockings. The important thing was that Simon undoubtedly was staring at her ass which was mostly unhidden by the thong she wore. Unless he was gay. If he was gay, he probably wouldn’t have been working at Club Taurus.

Then his hands were on her ass. She gasped at his touch. His hands moved around her body, pulling her against him. She felt his hard cock pressing against her buttocks and back. Then his hands were cupping her tits through her bra. She had wanted to go braless, but she wasn’t that bold, plus her tits were too big and not nearly perky enough.

The only thing she wished for in the moment was to see Jeremy’s reaction right then.

 

“You can masturbate if you want, sir,” the polite employee said to Jeremy. She discreetly handed him a hand towel to catch his ejaculate if he did choose to jerk off.

Jeremy looked around the room. He was alone. He couldn’t tell if that was good or bad. Did no one want to watch his wife? Did he want no one else to see her cheating on him?

 

Simon kissed her neck. Now his hands were at the hook to her bra and it fell from her body, exposing her tits. She hoped he wasn’t disappointed by her breasts but then he was holding them, lightly pinching the nipples and all she wanted was to be out of her panties with his cock buried in her pussy.

Finally his hands traveled down her body and his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties. Off them came. She was trembling, not at what was about to happen—she knew she was going to fuck Simon—but at what she hoped that Jeremy was watching.

It wasn’t her intention, but the next thing Jo knew was that she was on her hands and knees and Simon’s cock was probing between her legs. She did the only polite thing and reached between her thighs, guiding him into her pussy.

She knew there were at least two cameras in the room capturing everything they were doing. She could only hope that Jeremy could see everything she was doing.

“Is it okay if I cum in you?” Simon whispered in her ear.

She realized that she had no idea if the cameras also had microphones. Could Jeremy hear her as well?”

“Fuck yes,” she moaned. Her hand hadn’t strayed from her pussy. Once he was inside her, she rubbed her clit, enjoying the sensation of being filled while getting her clit stimulated as well.

She was going to cum, the only questions were how fast it would happen and how hard it would be.

He was nice and stiff inside her. Simon’s cock was much harder than Jeremy’s. It was like having a steel bar banging into her. She loved it.

Her orgasm overcame her suddenly. There had been a buildup and then, without any real warning, her body was trembling and she could barely remain on all fours. Her arms collapsed and she buried her face into the mattress. Simon kept her hips and ass aloft while he continued to thrust into her. She was unable to keep rubbing herself.

“Ready for me?” he asked more as a warning than a request.

Jo mumbled something that was incoherent.

He came. He came hard. She could feel every jet of his cum while he came. His hands firmly gripped her ass and hips and he controlled her and he kept thrusting and she could feel his cum and her amrita being forced out of her pussy and finally—finally!—he collapsed on top of her, forcing them both down.

From start to finish the act had taken less than five minutes.

She liked his weight on her. She was disappointed their fucking hadn’t lasted longer. She didn’t like when his softening cock slipped from her pussy and she felt more liquids leak from her slit.

“That was intense,” Simon told her, rolling off. She was sad to feel him leave, but it made it easier to breathe. “Sorry it was so short, but it’s hard to hold back with a beautiful and sexy woman like you.”

Jo blushed at the compliment and was glad she was still face down. No one—not even Jeremy—had complimented her like that in…well, it seemed like forever.

“It’s fine,” she managed to say. “Hard and fast was just what I needed tonight.”

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be able to go again, if that’s what you want.”

Jo wasn’t sure what she wanted.

 

Jeremy just stared at the screen. He wanted to get his dick out and start beating it like a red-headed stepchild, but the woman, the club employee, was still in the room, discreetly standing back, silently, near the control panel for the display.

“Do many men jerk off in here?” he asked. He wanted to know if the men in question were married to the women in question who were undoubtedly fornicating with better men than the husbands.

“It’s very common. I can leave the room if you like.”

Jeremy was certain the room was being monitored with cameras as well. It was a twisted and perverted take on 1984.

“No. That’s fine.” He looked down at the hand towel she had given him and was tempted.

“Would you like me to turn on the audio?”

Jeremy hadn’t considered that. The picture displayed was high quality, not black and white like a cheap convenience store security camera silently filmed in glorious and grainy gray-tones.

“Uh…sure.”

An instant later the room was filled with the heavy breathing of his wife intermingled with huffing from the man fucking her. Jeremy recognized the sounds Jo made during sex. An instant later he heard the familiar notes of her moans as she approached and then achieved orgasm.

It had all happened too fast for him. Jeremy just stared at the screen in amazement with his cock hard in his pants.

The groans of the man cumming inside his wife joined Jo’s. Jeremy was upset but didn’t know what to do with himself.

On the screen they collapsed to the bed and breathed heavily for a minute, barely moving.

“That was intense. Sorry it was so short, but it’s hard to hold back with a beautiful and sexy woman like you.”

“It’s fine. Hard and fast was just what I needed tonight.”

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be able to go again, if that’s what you want.”

“Uh…can you go get my husband?”

“Of course.”

Jeremy still couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

A few seconds later the club employee was at his side. “Mr. Patton? If you’d like to come with me?” She was polite and undisturbed by all of this. Why would she be? She wasn’t married to a woman who was cheating on her. Jeremy conveniently forgot he was a cheater as well. And the attendant had probably seen this very thing happen a hundred times in the club.

Jeremy stood and allowed himself to be guided from the screening room.

A quick trip down a few corridors and he found himself in the room where his wife had recently been fucked by a stranger.

They locked eyes the moment he walked in.

Jo was no on her back, naked and relaxed. She bent her knees and parted them, exposing her used pussy to Jeremy. It was wet and drooling amrita and cum and Jeremy’s heart was thudding in his chest.

He had never been turned on like this before. It was wrong and he was loving it.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Jo asked. It was half a challenge and half an invitation.

Jeremy all but ran across the few steps to the bed while ripping off his clothes.

They didn’t say anything. He was already hard and she found his cock to guide it into her pussy when he climbed on top of her body.

It had never gone into her so easily.

He wanted to hold back. He wanted to please her. He wanted to make her cum and prove he was a man and he was all she needed.

He lasted less than a minute before he was cumming, mixing his seed with Simon’s inside his wife.

Jeremy gasped and moaned and finally collapsed on top of Jo, almost crying.

She made little soothing noises while running her hands up and down his back.

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Later, when they had returned home, Jeremy was lying in bed after showering, staring at the ceiling, and trying to organize his thoughts.

Jo was still in the bathroom, showering. He wanted her in bed with him right away and at the same time, he was afraid of what would happen when she returned to the bedroom.

Presently the water stopped. A couple of minutes later Jo appeared from the bathroom, not in a towel or bathrobe, but naked, a towel wrapped around her head to keep her wet hair from flying about, dripping down her back.

She paused at the doorway, her hip cocked to the side.

He had never seen her so beautiful before. It was casual but somehow that made it sexier.

“I had a great time tonight,” she said. “How about you?” Before he could summon up an answer, she continued on. “Well of course you had a good time. It took you less than a minute to cum in me.”

Jeremy blushed. “Yeah…about that…”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” She liked how empowered she felt. “Simon already made me cum.”

Jeremy didn’t know what to say. He worked his mouth but no sounds came out. At the same time, he could feel his cock getting hard. He was glad it was hidden by the bed sheets and boxers he was wearing.

He hated himself for his body’s reaction.

“Anyway, did you have a good time?” she asked after he took too long to answer.

“It was interesting,” he finally allowed.

“I want to do it again.”

“What?”

Jo took off the towel, rubbed it against her head, drying her hair a bit more, and then joined him in bed. “I want to do it again. I’d love for you to come with me.” She paused and smiled, but pressed on. “It was fun having you fuck me right after Simon. I think I still have a bit of both of you inside me, even after a shower.”

Jeremy’s head was spinning. The last thing he wanted Jo to see was that he was hard and ready to have sex again.

“That’s just…crazy.”

“Crazy fun,” she said.

He tried a different tack. “But it’s dangerous, having unprotected sex like that.”

That amused Jo. “Simon works for the club. He’s tested and safe. If anything, we’re a risk to them. When was the last time you were tested for STIs?”

“Uh…a long time. I don’t have a need to.” He neglected to tell her he always used a condom with the women he cheated with. It didn’t seem to be the right moment.

“I got tested last week,” she said. “Just to be sure. It was clean. I knew it would be. You should get tested too.”

“Uh…why?”

“Because right now I want to go back to the club every night they have a party. You’re going to accompany me. If you’re going to have sex there, you need to have a recent test.”

“Sex with who?” he asked, confused and trying to keep the appearance that he was the ever-faithful husband.

“With whoever I want you to have sex with. The women are in charge at the club, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“I noticed. I’m not really interested in going back and maybe you sh—”

“We’re going back,” she told him firmly, interrupting, not giving him a chance to finish. “Or at the very least I’m going back. Do you want to stay married, Jer? Do you want to stay together?”

“Yes. Of course!” It was the truth. Jeremy wasn’t an evil man, just a little unfaithful. He still loved his wife.

“Then to stay together we’re going to be regulars at the club.”

“Who do I get to have sex with?” he asked her, curious and wanting to keep things fair, even though he was an adulterer.

“Whoever I say,” she told him. “Maybe workers at the club, maybe some of the members…”

“Oh.”

“But there’s a catch.”

“Of course there is.”

“Men aren’t just allowed to wander around the club.”

“I got that.”

“But you can get a little more freedom when we visit there…”

“How?”

“You have to wear a chastity cage on your cock.”

Jeremy couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing but tried to stifle his reaction when he saw she was serious. Her glare didn’t help matters, he continued to chortle and snigger until the moment passed.

When he saw she wasn’t laughing, Jeremy managed to get control of himself. “You’re serious.”

“I am. Surely you saw some of the other men there wearing cages.”

“Well…yeah. But I didn’t stare. I just thought that was…part of the atmosphere.”

“It is…and you’re going to be part of that atmosphere.”

“That’s…that’s ridiculous!”

She was already in bed with him; it was easy for Jo to snake her hand under the covers and grab Jeremy’s cock. He was already erect; it hadn’t abated while they talked. If anything, he had gotten harder. When she grabbed him he started to throb.

“For something so ridiculous, you are certainly hard enough right now.”

“Don’t…you’re being…it’s just an unexpected reaction,” he protested.

Jo pushed down the covers and moved down just enough to lick the head of his cock where he was slowly leaking precum. Jeremy shivered. He didn’t want this, but at the same time, he wasn’t going to protest.

“I think you want to see me fuck another guy,” she said after she licked him. “I think you liked what we did tonight. I think you want to do it again. I think you want to wear that little chastity cage for me.” Each time after she said “I think” she licked him again, causing Jeremy to shiver in delight.

“We can do…we can do things…” he didn’t want to give in to her, but he knew it was going to happen.

Jo moved atop him. She had fucked Simon and Jeremy at the club. She should have been exhausted and completely spent. Instead, she was fired up. It was well after midnight and Jo still wanted more sex. Her pussy wasn’t sore as she expected it to be. Without even being touched by Jeremy—just herself a little in the shower—she was wet and ready for more sex.

Together they put his cock into her and she started riding him. Jeremy couldn’t take his eyes off her tits. Generally he was only good for one orgasm a night and once he was done, he was done, but here he was with another erection, watching his wife work his cock, and wondering what it would be like to see her again with another stranger.

It was almost enough for him to offer up a confession of his unfaithfulness.

Almost. But not yet.

“You’re going to do it for me, aren’t you?” she told him as much as asked him.

He wanted to say no. This was a twist to his sex life he never expected. But he couldn’t say no. It was too much of an intriguing temptation to resist.

After all, what was the worst that could happen?

 

The next few days were almost normal for Jo and Jeremy, except they had sex every night and sometimes in the morning as well. Jeremy started to think that maybe it had been a one-time thing. Jo had been spending her days meeting with her financial manager while Jeremy was back to his office following up on sales that were in process and services that needed to be maintained. He always said in the tech business a sale was just the start of the relationship, service kept it going.

“You kept your afternoon free today, right?” Jo asked him as they ate breakfast together.

“I’m free, yeah,” he said thinking quickly. He didn’t have any in person calls to make. “Why?”

“You can I have an appointment at the club today, for the spa, really.”

“The club’s spa? What for?”

Jo just gave him a grin.

They met at the club’s spa after lunch. Jeremy was wary, but curious. Jo could tell right away from his attitude what he was thinking.

“You aren’t going to get a chance to have sex today,” she told him.

“Why would you even—”

“Because I know you. This is a spa. Not a sex club.”

“Two sides of the same coin.”

It wasn’t like Jeremy frequented spas of any sort. Once inside the ornate double doors that led to the spa, the two were separated and Jeremy found himself in Treatment Room 3, at least that’s what it said on the door.

The woman who came in was attractive with understated makeup and Jeremy was certain she was part Cuban, based on her manner of speech along with hair color and skin tone. She was dressed in the form-fitting uniform of the spa, which did wonderful things for her ass and was cut low enough for her to display a bit of cleavage without being ridiculous.