The Dress

A lonely wife decides to go to an exclusive club

Jeanette looked at the reflection in the mirror and smiled a happy smile. She looked, if you asked her, completely wonderful, completely sexy, completely hot. She was ready to go. Go to an exclusive club with her co-worker Anne. Anne was the wife of a company vice-president and could get a special invitation for Jeanette.
The dress was spectacular. Made of a slightly stretchy material, light maroon in color, and designed to raise the blood pressure of any man who saw her in it. Sort of like this with a longer skirt.

The dress itself had hung in her closet for more than two years. She bought it for her fifth wedding anniversary. It was celebrated on an adult-only cruise for “dress sexy” night.
When she had put it on and showed her hubby Fred, he said, “You’re not going to wear that, are you? Half the guys will be thinking about copping a feel. You look spectacular!”
Jeanette just smiled and moved over next to him, pushing the band of cloth off a tit and pulling his head down to kiss the nipple.
She did get many glances and a few touches at the party. That night her husband fucked with the dress still on. He said, “I can fuck you naked anytime, but maybe never again in that dress!”
She never thought she’d wear it again, but here it was clinging to her curves like nothing she had ever worn before.
The top of the dress was two five inch strips of the stretchy cloth that ran from around her neck, across her firm 36D breasts, barely covering and lifting them. There was no bra. The strips ended attached to the tight fitting skirt band above her hip bones. Her back and sides were bare. The short skirt, of the same material, clung to the curve of her ass and even accented the little hill of her smoothly shaved mound. It was a spectacular sight and Jeanette had the figure to pull it off.
Below the skirt were black lace, see through panties. Below them were black thigh-high stockings. Her shoes were a modest two inch heels so she could walk confidently.
Jeanette’s husband worked for a multi-national company and was currently in Japan for a month of training. She missed him greatly. They had a wonderful relationship and a great sex life. But Fred had been gone two weeks and she missed the contact and, to be honest, the sex.
Janette worked as a secretary in a large law firm. There were lots of other employees, both male and female, that she could have cheated with. The thought had crossed her mind a few times, but the messiness of an office affair didn’t appeal to her.
However, the chance for a “girl’s night out” didn’t sound messy at all. Her co-worker Anne had broached the subject a few days ago. She told Jeanette that she belonged to an exclusive club in town that had special gatherings for wives only four times a year. They were held at a building downtown that you needed special ID to get into.
Most of the building was a funky up-scale restaurant, well known by the town’s elites. But back of the public part was a special space, a sort of nightclub, rented out for special celebrations, like birthdays and anniversaries.
Anne told Jeanette that the women who were admitted were the wives (and a few mistresses) of industry leaders in the area. There were special waiters who took care of every whim of the 20 or so women who were present. It was all great fun and a chance to shake off your inhibitions and let what happens happen.
After thinking about it, Jeanette agreed to go with Anne. Anne informed her that she was expected to wear the sexiest outfit she could come up with. Hence the anniversary dress.
Anne told her to eat a light meal in the late afternoon on that Saturday of the celebration. There would be only appetizers and drinks served. She even suggested getting a tiny bit “tipsy” before coming. It would “speed things up.” Jeanette didn’t know what that meant.
Anne arrived to pick her up in a Uber. She told her that they’d get home the same way. The car delivered them to a windowless building with a small parking lot next to it, behind the restaurant. A doorman opened the car door and Anne, dressed in a short blue mini-dress of see through lace, slid out. She handed over two tickets and gave the doorman a little kiss and whispered, “See you later!”

Inside the building Anne led her down a corridor into a pleasantly lighted room set up as a bar with a dance floor. Tables and booths lined three of the walls. A big bar took up most of the other.
The girls were led to a booth and seated by a young, tall, slender black stud. He, and all the other men, were dressed in a black tuxedo jacket with a white, ruffled shirt and a black bowtie. Below his jacket he wore a pair of black shorts that clung to his body. What he had between his legs was quite evident. Black jogging shoes completed the outfit.

Jeanette looked around. She counted 18 women, all but two young and shapely. They were all white except for one gorgeous black woman dressed in a white mini-dress and white thigh-high stockings.
She asked Anne who the women were. “Oh, they’re trophy wives, like me!”
Jeanette objected, “You’re not a trophy-wife. You’re intelligent, beautiful, and successful.”
Anne laughed, “If I didn’t look like this I might be intelligent and successful, but I wouldn’t have a millionaire as a husband. My looks bought me a higher standard of living. I like it that way.”
She continued, “Some of the girls here are the standard blond bimbos. They wear out their welcome in bed pretty quickly. Then the husband hires one of these boys to come to his house and fuck her, which he gets on film.
“His lawyer works out a settlement of a couple hundred thousand dollars. She goes away but most of them end up as whores, working for a black pimp. Being smart and useful is the key to success in this racket.”
Jeanette asked, “What about those two grey-haired ladies over there? Are they trophy wives?”
Anne replied, “They’re in a class by themselves. They’re both the wives of CEOs. Really rich. They come to the celebrations, drink a couple drinks, check out the boys, and choose one each. They go to a specialty equipped room, fuck the boys until the guys are drained. Then they eat each other out, get dressed, and go home. It’s almost like a ritual.”
Jeanette asked again, “Why am I here? I have a husband. I love him. I want him to father children in a couple of years. I don’t need one of these guys to fill me up!”
“Look at it this way, honey. Nothing you could do here tonight will necessarily change your mind about having sex with black guys, or with three men at once, or even with a large dog, but if you want to, here’s the absolute best place to do it. Give it a try.”
Music was playing in the room, soft, sensuous music, not blaring jazz or rock-and-roll. The young men led smiling women onto the dance floor and held them in intimate poses.
One very tall, brown-skinned man came to the table and held out his hand to Anne. She slid into his arms and went out to the middle of the floor. Jeanette recognized him as the doorman they had encountered when they arrived.
After a couple of minutes, Jeanette looked around the dance floor but couldn’t see Anne. “I wonder where she’s gone,” she thought.
Her thoughts were broken by a deep male voice asking, “Would Madame like to dance?”
She looked up startled to see the smiling face of one of the young black men who waited on their table. Without thinking, Jeanette slid out of the booth and into his arms. He spun her across the floor until they were near the bar. Then as a slower piece began playing, he moved behind her, held her arms up above her head and began to dance forward pressing his noticeable hard-on into her ass. Her arousal began to rise.
When the song ended, and a faster one started, he pivoted around and “dance-walked” her to the far end of the bar. Still standing behind her, he dropped his hands from her wrists and allowed her arms to fall. He reached under her arms on both sides and slid his hands over the bare skin on the sides of her breasts. As soon as his hands encountered the material of the top, he slid them under and cupped both her breasts. He continued to gyrate his cock against her ass while squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. Arousal spread through her body.
Jeanette whispered to him, “Please stop. I’m married and faithful to my husband. Take your hands off me!”
The man pulled his hands back, spun her around, took her into a classic dancing position and danced toward her table. She thought that he was going to let her go.
As they approached the booth, a young white man stepped next to her and said, “May I cut in?” The black man gave her a quick kiss on her lips and handed her to the white guy. He began to hold her very tightly against his body. She realized she could feel his erection poking out from the shorts he was wearing. Again she felt aroused and her mind was asking whether she would dare take this farther.
They danced in a close embrace with that boner poking out at her. She liked what was doing to her. She was sure she was wet between her legs. Without thinking, she began to rub the front of her dress against his cock. He responded by taking her ass cheeks in his hands and squeezing them rhythmically. She began to breathe heavily.
The man pulled her skirt up onto her ass. His fingers penetrated her ass crack and pushed down toward her pussy. She whispered, “No. No. Stop. You can’t touch me there.” The man pulled his hand away and lowered her skirt.
Suddenly another tall black man asked to cut in. Jeanette slipped into his arms without thinking. She was getting really aroused. She felt like she was burning up.
The man danced with her over to the end of the bar and whispered in her ear, “Step up.” Automatically Jeanette obeyed by raising her right foot onto a padded step. Her left foot followed and she stood eight inches higher, bringing her hips to the same elevation as his cock.
He pushed her forward so she was lying face down on a padded shelf that ran to the bar surface. Her ass was pushed out toward him.
He reached down and pulled the skirt of her dress up until it was above her waist. He grabbed the waist band of her thong and pulled it down, causing it to be pulled over her butt and to fall to her ankles. Her ass hole and pussy were fully exposed.
She heard the sound of Velcro being opened as he pulled back a flap on the front of the black shorts he was wearing. His penis, fully hard, slipped out and stuck out between her legs. It was easily 10 inches long and quite thick. It pressed between her legs against her pussy lips. She could feel his hardness and heat.
He reached down and pulled his cock up against her pussy. He pushed it up so her lips spread around the shaft. He began to pump back and forth, massaging her clit with the top of his cock. Lightning bolts of arousal shot through her.
He stepped back a little, aligned the pole with her vagina, and shoved it into her cunt with one push.
Jeanette gasp, “Stop, please,” she cried, “I don’t want you to do that! It hurts!” The man stopped pushing but didn’t back off. He stood still allowing her vagina to accommodate the size of his cock.
He whispered in her ear, “Would you like something to dull the pain? It’ll make you feel wonderful.”
Jeanette’s mind was a muddle of thoughts. One that stood out was that his huge cock felt good, even wonderful, jammed in her tight vagina. Something in her brain was saying, “Go with it. You’ll never get another chance.”
She nodded and said, “I’d like that.”
The man signaled the bartender. He brought a single pill and a glass of water. He placed the pill on Jeanette’s tongue and offered the water. Jeanette drank most of the glass, swallowing the tranquilizer. The medication started to work almost immediately, warmth spreading through her belly until it was like a raging fire.
The man continued to fuck her until he came, filling her cunt with his baby makers. As he pulled out she was aware of a woman stepping behind her, licking her pussy and swallowing all the cum. She had no idea who this woman was.
Once she finished sucking the cum out of Jeanette’s pussy, two men, one black, one white, led her through a door in the back wall. They passed down a short corridor and stopped in front of a door labeled 103.
The black man held out her panties, sniffed and licked them. Then he told her to pick up her feet one at a time so he could put them on and to make sure her dress was in order.
She noticed a man with a big camera filming them. The white guy wrapped her in a bear hug, forcing his lips on hers. She responded by thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He reached for the door and opened it.
They led her through the door and entered a small room with brightly decorated walls, lots of lighting and a very clean bed in the center. She did not notice the cameras in several places.
The men held her very carefully, seeming to try not to hurt or frighten her. They kissed exposed parts of her body, touched her breasts carefully, and slid their hands onto her pussy but didn’t penetrate her. She began to relax and to respond to the physical contact. They almost seemed to be teasing her. She began to want more. She realized she needed cock and lots of it.
“Can you fuck me, please? I’m way passed ready,” she whined, “Stick something in me.”
The response was for them to remove the dress and then the white guy positioned her on her hands and knees. He moved to kneel above her head, pulled his big hard cock out of his pants, and pushed it against her mouth.
She opened her mouth and took the head into it. She allowed it to penetrate as far as her palate. Her gag reflex kicked in and the man withdrew his cock until the spasm passed.
“You’ll learn how to take more. It’s just a matter of experience,” he said. His cock went in and out of her mouth in rhythm.
The black man had positioned himself behind her ass, waiting until the other guy got her settled down. Then carefully and gently he began to push two fingers into her vagina. She thrust her ass back toward him, wanting more than fingers.
The man carefully pressed the head of his 12 inch cock against her pussy lips. Using one hand he swiped the end of his cock up and down her slit. She was oh so ready.
She began to groan, “Fuck me, fuck me!” The head of his penis stopped at the vaginal opening and pressed in, only a short distance.
She felt the head begin to stretch her vagina as it had never been stretched before. Slowly, so slowly he pressed in, her vaginal walls stretching with every sliding inch.
She climaxed. She screamed. She squirted. She thrust her ass back onto the intruding cock, driving it in faster, but he backed off the pressure, leaving her unsatisfied. She moaned loudly.
The man at her head brought his 9 inch long cock into play. He pressed it slowly against her lips, which parted quickly. She took as much of the shaft into her mouth as she could. She gagged. He backed out again, but pressed forward immediately. She felt the invading cock press against her palate, took a deep breath, and forced the thing passed her palate and into her throat. She climaxed again.
The man behind her pressed his rigid cock into her vagina with more urgency. He didn’t drive it in, but rather, forced it to enter her all the way in one slow, even thrust. She was now “spit-roasted” with cocks at both ends, pumping in and out.

She released the cock in her mouth to catch her breath. When she opened her mouth again, he drove the shaft all the way in, invading her throat for the first time. Then before she could escape his thrust, he came, shooting cum down toward her stomach. He quickly pulled out and she collapsed, gasping for air.
Her ass was still in the air and the black man’s cock was still fully in her cunt. He told her that he was going to pull out and roll over slowly so she could be on top of him. Then he would resume fucking her.
Meanwhile, the photographer handed the camera to the white guy and pulled out his own long, skinny penis. He mounted Jeanette from behind, lubricated her anus and began to slowly push it into her rectum. She screamed as the head spread her sphincter open wider than it ever had been. Pain and pleasure were all mixed together for her. She hated having her ass hole violated but loved having her ass fucked. She couldn’t think straight.
Another person was in the room. Jeanette realized it was a young woman, a a college student probably, naked, and beautiful. She climbed up on the bed in front of Jeanette and spread her legs to show Jeanette cum dripping from her hairless cunt. She said, “Lick me, suck me, clean me up, momma!” It was a command, not a request.
Jeanette asked, “How old are you?”
The girl said, “I’m nineteen. I love to fuck!” Her slurred words indicated that she was high on something.
The man with his cock in Jeanette’s ass was driving hard into the rectum. The man below was equally hard at work in her pussy. Jeanette was busy eating the copious supply of cum that was leaking out of the girl.
The pussy fucker came, groaning loudly, followed by the ass fucker. The girl had an orgasm, got up and walked away. Jeanette lay exhausted on the bed, her mind blown away by what had just happened to her. No wonder the other women came back here to these sex celebrations. She would want to. She hoped Anne could arrange it.
A fully dressed woman came in, handed Jeanette a hanger with her sexy dress on it. It was cleaned and pressed. She also gave her a jogging suit and a pair of running shoes. “You need to wear these home. It raises fewer questions. Your Uber is waiting by the back door.” And with that Jeanette’s adventure into the underworld of sex came to an end. At least for now.