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Subject: {ASSM} At The Club Chapter 4: Finale
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Another woman came to the platform. "Bound To Satisfy" was the tagline 
of this segment. Ropes were involved. I didn't really take much of it 
in - except that the woman involved seemed to really get a kick out of 
what was happening and that her husband wasn't into this sort of thing. 
I was not, to be honest, entirely paying attention. I was trying to 
make sense of my emotions. How did I feel? Angry? Guilty? No. I 
realised I felt great. I realised that for the first time since I was a 
student I felt the simple unrestrained joy that comes with having a 
really good fuck. The joy that comes with two bodies coupling simply to 
give pleasure to each other.

For some reason there was a pause in the proceedings after the fourth 
woman left the dais. A bar was open on one side of the room and I went 
to get a drink. This was not a venue where the clientele engaged in 
conversation, so I wandered back to that dais. I could still smell the 
odours of sex rising from it and the cries of lust and pleasure seemed 
still to ring in the space above it. Images of bodies responding to 
each others' needs filled my imagination. It was still, though, with 
some surprise that I felt my cock hardening again. It was the first 
time in many years that I had become aroused within half an hour of 
unloading. Idly I wondered how many men had unloaded inside my wife in 
this place. Two hours ago such a question would have driven me to a 
fury of jealousy. Now, though, with memories of my own experience with 
Arezu, I understood.

"Please take your seats gentlemen and take up your handsets." The voice 
from the tannoy had been silent for nearly an hour, but now spoke 
again. Everyone sat back down and held their handsets. I did likewise. 
"You'll be pleased to know that all our ladies have agreed to be chosen 
for our Bukkake Finale!" roared the tannoy. "Press 1 for Marnie. Press 
2 for Kelly. Press 3 for Arezu. Press 4 for Karen. Three. Two One. Go!" 
Completely unaware of what was going on I pressed one of the buttons on 
my handset. A few moments passed before the voice spoke again; "Thank 
you gentlemen. Please put your hands together in appreciation for the 
return of Marnie and Karen!" Without a moment's thought I began to clap 
my hands. Back onto the platform strode Marilyn. Beside her and holding 
her hand was the woman who had appeared after I had fucked Arezu. I had 
not paid attention at that time. Now I did. She was gorgeous. A few 
years younger than Marilyn and several inches shorter, but with full 
breasts and magnificent curves, she had near-translucently white skin 
and glorious red hair that cascaded to her shoulders. Her green eyes 
were wide and complemented the lipstick on her generous lips. This, I 
took it, was Karen.

The two of them stepped down onto the dais and knelt close together and 
facing each other. Marilyn stroked Karen's cheek and Karen reached out 
to put her arm around Marilyn's waist. gently stroking it. I could hear 
their breathing grow heavier as Marilyn softly kissed the beautiful 
red-head's lips. They drew each other closer so that their breasts 
pressed together. They were kissing passionately now, tongues 
interlocking. Marilyn slipped her hand between Karen's silky white 
thighs. Tearing my eyes away from the sight of my wife coupling with 
another woman I became aware that the other men in the room were 
beginning to take their clothes off. I thought I should follow suit - 
especially as my trousers were becoming very uncomfortable.

By the time I was naked Marilyn and Karen were lying on the padded 
dais, Karen on top, writhing together and moaning softly, their pussies 
grinding on thighs, Karen nibbling gently on one of my wife's nipples. 
After a couple of minutes Karen broke from Marilyn's embrace. She moved 
so that her legs were astride Marilyn's head. Slowly she lowered her 
pussy to my wife's mouth and gasped, closing her eyes. Then she bent 
forward and buried her face between Marilyn's thighs. For five or ten 
minutes they lapped at each other's entrances, grinding, I imagined, 
their tongues on each other's clits. The pace became faster and the 
moans of pleasure grew louder.

By now all the men had gathered close around the dais. I noticed that 
everyone was stroking their hard, erect poles. There was part of me 
that felt jealous that all these men were gazing at my wife and 
masturbating as she and another woman fucked. There was another part, 
though, that appreciated that she is an incredibly sexy woman. I also 
realised that, unconsciously, I too had begun to stroke myself. On the 
dais the two women were driving each other toward orgasm. Abruptly 
Karen's head shot back and up from between my wife's legs. "OH JEEZ! OH 
FUCKING GOD!" she roared as my wife's tongue drove her to cumming. Then 
she keened her orgasm in an undulating wail that plateaued with a cry 
of sheer joy. Then she buried her face in Marilyn's crotch and began to 
repay her. It took but a few minutes. I watched my wife's body 
trembling under the assault of Karen's tongue. "FUCK YES!" she screamed 
from beneath Karen's glorious bottom. "FUCK YES! YES! YES! OOOH GOD!"

For a moment or two the couple lay quivering on the dais, clutching 
each other. A sheen of sweat lay over their skins. Then they parted and 
knelt back to back on the dais. The men in the room began to step up 
onto the dais and I followed their lead. The two women simply knelt 
with their mouths open. A group of guys surrounded them, still stroking 
their members. At last one man grunted and shot his load over Karen's 
tongue. She lapped it from her lips and swallowed that part of it that 
had hit its mark. A moment or two later another man shot his semen 
across Marilyn's face. There are some things in life you can never 
unsee; one of them is the first time you watch another man unload on 
your wife's face. To this day I'm not sure how I felt about that, but I 
replay it in my head when we fuck.

So it went on. Every man in the room sprayed his semen on the bodies of 
the two women on the dais. Including me. The time came when I was 
standing above my wife's kneeling body. Her face was traced with the 
cum of perhaps a dozen other men. I had little to add, having cum 
earlier in Arezu. I added, though, a few lines of semen to her face 
and, as I did so, I caught her eye. There was, I am sure, a jolt of 
recognition. I'm sure she winked. Then I retrieved my clothes and got 
dressed. It was time to get home.

An hour or so later I was lying in our bed. My head was full of all 
that had happened that night. And my cock was hard again. I heard the 
latch on the front door turning. I turned over and pretended to be 
asleep - I guessed that after the evening's exertions Marilyn would 
want to sleep. Minutes later she slipped, naked, into bed beside me. 
"You're kidding no one" she said. "After all these years I know how you 
breathe when you're really asleep. Want to talk?". "No", I said". "I 
understand". Then we fucked. We fucked like we hadn't fucked for years.

Sometimes, now, we go back to the club. For old times sake. But our sex 
life isn't vanilla any more. Through craiglist we've had other men and 
women share our bed. We've discovered pegging, but I'm still not sure 
about that. My gorgeous, lovely wife is rediscovering her wild side and 
I'd discovering mine for the first time. The point is, though, that 
we're doing it together.

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