The Book Club Part 1

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I am a story teller, a fantasy maker, a weaver of dreams. All of my stories contain a kernel of truth and most are not the full truth certainly to protect identities. Being a story teller comes with interesting side benefits. I am constantly in contact with others, making friends, conducting research, learning new themes and listening to other's experiences, needs, desires, and fantasies. I use all of that to form ideas and inform my stories. One such person contacted me some time back and I replied. It became something more than an acquaintance.

Stacy contacted me after I had posted several stories and posted them online. She was intrigued. She had recently joined the site I was on which catered to those of who might be considered a little wild, a little Kinky or out of the mainstream. Stacy joined because she was bored as many people become when they have too much time on their hands and she had a lot. She was a suburban housewife, married to a very successful husband, with two *** and living the American Dream in Suburbia. Her particular suburb was high populated with successful people all. The houses were five bedroom or more homes, with large basements that were finished, with well done lawns maintained professionally and three car garages. The people drove high end vehicles, were well thought of of and tended to be clannish in their neighborhood. They had all the amenities including a club, golf course, pool, and sports fields. It was a high end place. It was the type of place where the neighbors all had too much disposable income and not enough outlets. Everything was delivered to the door. The kids were all pretty perfect as well. It was a small slice of heaven – a garden of Eden. But into that garden of course there was danger to those who got bored.

Stacy had married while she had a career which she would have continued if she had not had *** but she did and became a stay at home mother, much like the other wives in the neighborhood they moved into. She enjoyed her life even as it dissolved around her. When the *** were younger, she cared for them and doted on them as mother do. She ran carpools, was active in the PTA and other school activities as they grew, and made sure they were on time for all of their violin lessons and sports activities. In the meantime her husband worked hard and late to make the kind of life she enjoyed possible. As the kids got older however, Stacy found that they needed her less and less until one day she woke up to find that the kids were ***agers who did not want her in their lives as much – they were breaking away. They had freedom since they could drive,own their own phones and computers and even make some *** at working jobs. Her husband did not recognize her unhappiness primarily because he was always working late or traveling for business. They were growing apart. Their intimate moments grew further apart and the distance deepened. She fought against of course by using the pool, the tennis courts, the gold course. She went to the gym, the beauty parlor and spas. She had a group f friends who of course she knew primarily from when the kids were younger and these ladies, also stay at home mothers, were also frustrated. They had shared car pools, school service projects, homework assignments, and knew each other well. The families often associated together socially and even vacationed together but times were changing for them all. Stacy felt older despite being beautiful woman. She felt ignored despite her best efforts. She felt like life was passing her by and that she had never really lived. She still loved her husband, of course, and certainly her ***. Despite having all the advantages of life she was bored. She missed the excitement she once had in her future. Now instead, she looked forward to cocktail hour. Now most often when you are bored, you start to explore to find something new and that is exactly what Stacy did. In her explorations she came upon me. She had stumbled on a site where I was publishing stories and something in those stories of kinky sex touched a nerve within her. Perhaps it was the new ideas she found, or perhaps it was that they were not the Bodice ripping romances she was used to or perhaps it was just simply finding she still had something in her that would allow her to fantasize. I honestly do not know, but she did reach out to me. I was located thousands of miles away from her so it was no risk to do so.
She reached out with a simple greeting of hello and the pretext to talk about how much she enjoyed my writing on a chat. Now I am a lot of things but I am not shy about talking to pretty ladies on chat. I answered with my usual greeting of something like, “Hello yourself. To what do I owe this honor and how can I bring a smile to your face or a blush to your cheeks?”
It might have been my greeting but we chatted for more than an hour back and forth with her asking me questions and my replying primarily about my stories but she was intrigued enough to wonder how I got my ideas. I explained just what I said previously, that she would be surprised at how much truth in my stories came from others that I met. I explained to her that I often heard from people like her, listened carefully to what they had to say and reused the kernels in my stories. In effect my stories were not full fiction but based on real life situations. I went on to to say that I was often asked to create fantasies specifically for others based on the inputs they gave me. As we chatted online, for some reason she decided she would like me to create a story for her. I have a specific process I use to create fantasies and part of that was for me to ask questions, some of them highly personal and for the story to be any good for her, she had to be truthful. That for some reason opened a floodgate of information and she poured out her life story to me of being a lonely housewife. We went through her desires in life, what she wanted, what she fantasized about and what kind of fantasy she wanted written. I cautioned that my stories are often very spicy or saucy but of course she already knew that. She had read some of my books. So we had several chat conversations and I captured the essence of what she wanted. During the process, we shared all kinds of secrets about our lives but always without specifics. In the end, I wrote a story in the first person of woman nearing middle age set in Victorian Times who surrendered herself to an outsider to live a life as his submissive slave in all things but she was not to be his first consideration. She loved it. Since it was written in the first person she remarked casually to me that she had used it to satisfy herself. Additionally she had told her friends at the poll when they gathered for their first glass of wine for the day and they were all interested in my work particularly that I had specifically written it for her. When the work was done, we kept in touch. As we did, I became a trusted online friend. Then a kind of advisor who helped her out with her problems. She would sometimes send me pictures of her life, nothing provocative but to illustrate her points. That in turn moved along to her requesting me to write more fantasies for her private use. I agreed to and provided more food for her fingers. Finally she requested I move to the ext steps and become her online master. I agreed but only if she agreed to my terms which I thought were well thought out after the proposal. I must remain unknown to her husband and all others. She must not discuss it with anyone else and she must agree to my demands when I made them. In turn, she had free will and could walk away at any time. She agreed. We agreed on the limits she was able to support which was that she wanted no public *** that included nudity and that she would not sexually cheat on her husband. I in turn would provide her with fantasy stories when she earned an agreed upon number of points by completing her tasks for me. The tasks would be goal oriented, with a well laid out structure of task performance, conditions or environment surrounding the task and set of means to verify she had successfully completed her tasks. As we went on, we instituted the concept of challenges which she would perform for extra rewards, a point system with rewards she could expect, and finally games we would play. She had to open a private gallery and give access to me where she would share her pictures and provide no access for anyone else unless she had my permission, she had to start a journal and keep track of her tasks with details and provide me with it as well.

We set our own goals for the relationship and her primary one was for her to become more sexually active with her husband. She wanted to make him want her. I deduced she really just wanted to be given permission to become a slut in the bedroom (or at least the house) for her husband. She was eager to please both him and me.

Being a guy, I knew how she could do that. We revamped her wardrobe and I had her buy new lingerie. Since she had the disposable income, that was easy to do. She would dress provocatively and she modeled the lingerie for me in the phots she sent. She bought costumes to entertain him. I gave her the task to give him a blowjob at least three times per week and had it verified by her giving him her phone to take POV pictures of her going down on her. She could share them with both him and also with me when she was done.

She wanted to experience exposure so she took a challenge meet a delivery guy wearing only a towel and had her phone filming it from a tripod when she “Accidentally” dropped her towel alter he was in the house.

She was nude when he walked into the house after work and she served him dinner naked.

I had her learn different positions and try them out on her husband.

As we progressed her sessions included masturbation session with me directing her through scripted or impromptu fantasies where she expressed what she thought as well as providing me with her progress. It was a lot of work.

Over time their sex life improved.

It improved so much that her friends started to notice. She was happier and excited. They started to make inquiries of her and she buckled under the pressure but protected my identity by saying she was following the advice of a therapist. Her friend were intrigued and she was desperate to cover the actual truth since she had promised me. So I advised her to bring them together in a different way. Instead of therapy, she should start a bookclub but not just any book club but The Wives Erotic Book Club where they could take an afternoon each week to sit with each other and do what wives do at a book club. They would have munchies, wine and talk about whatever they thought of the book. She could blame the idea on the therapist. When she asked what the first book should be I simply told her to go to the classics, and choose “The Story of O”. That should get them talking. They called the Book club WEBC for Wives Erotic Book Club or Websie for short.

She invited her closest friends only. She bought the books on Amazon and had them delivered to 5 other wives she was closest to and who had shared secrets in the past. Each of them were about the same age as her, married to successful husbands who were negligent in their duties to their wives, had ***agers or were empty nesters at this point. Each were well off. Each had homes they could host in when required although Stacy's house was almost perfect since it had a finished basement that was luxurious furnished. They each swore secrecy about the club cloaking by explaining it was just a book club. Instead it became much, much more. It became a place for them to share their desires, hopes and dreams and share their secrets to each other. There was Karen (of course) who was a busy body, Jill who was a mousy little thing but cute with brown hair and bubbly personality, there was Julie who was a statuesque redhead who was the envy of the group with her big augmented breast since her husband was a plastic surgeon, Beverly who was also a leggy but sporty black haired beauty, and finally Gina who was a chubby, good natured, lady with a sarcastic and lovely nature. Stacy was the leader.

None of them had ever heard of the book and it was a shock to them although a pleasant, erotic, and thought inducing shock. According to Stacy's journal, they had a lot to say about the book and a lot of questions. In fact there were so many questions, the next club meeting included variety of implements such as whips, paddles, canes, and straps. They watched the movies and the TV show and discussed it as well. By the fourth meeting they had brought in a professional Mistress to talk with them and they experienced the sting of the whip, the slap on the bottom and the stoke of the cane as well as trying on various gags and harnesses.

As they went along they graduated to other works as well such as “Nine and a Half Weeks”, “My Mistress” and other more Vanilla sex advice books. They may have also had some Jay D. Strapper books in there for all I know since I know they had read some Frank Frank Martinet, Rosie Hynds, and Lucy Appleby stories as well as a lot from LSF Publications.
Then they went to researching all kinds of behavior desires outside the norm as well as using the club to buy devices, implements, lingeries, and lotions as well as sex toys.

It was getting a little out of hand but for the most part improving their lives.

The troubles started when the husbands found out about the club and two threatened divorce proceedings. Trouble indeed.