482, HANDING OVER THE WIFE

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482, HANDING OVER THE WIFE482, HANDING OVER THE WIFE You may or may not know of a friend of mine on here, one Mya, she is married to Marc. Mya is a pretty bubbly sex mad wife, mid 50`s though looks 30`s takes a size 12 pantie, and a 38” bra and is only 5ft 4” tall describing her hair as copper blonde. Mya and Marc have been married a while now, live on the south coast, and enjoy life to the full, he`s about 5ft 8 or 9 neat, tidy, fit, and dotes on his highly sexual wife, Sadly Marc is unable to sire c***dren, and that is something that Mya is somewhat unhappy about, in fact it may well be the reason she is as sexual as she is! Marc in fact, as we shall see would do literally anything to please her, including allow her to enjoy occasional atonement`s at the hands of professional dominants (for which he pays!) or to allow her to sleep with anyone she chooses, especially if he can watch or join in! I have written for her a few times now and she is one of my personal pinups. Ok enough introduction.Together the couple joined a “very exclusive sex club” and I doubt its cheap, it meets in a lovely old manor house in, well shall we say the Sussex inland area, and so sexual is our Mya, after just two years membership, she was invited to join the inner council as a committee member.One of the services laid on for members is a breeding program, for women such as Mya who still want to enjoy a pregnancy and a c***d before they are too old. It`s called the last-ditch program and as soon as she found out about the program, which is definitely not common knowledge as it is only offered to committee members… she applied rapidly!She had been a full committee member for just two months when she was reading the handbook, and found out about “last-ditch,” quiet words with one of the top members, (known as the pole! Due to his long thin dick) either way, he explained about the course and the criteria for being inseminated. It was not a case of simply getting screwed, there were hoops to jump through.On the committee there were a number of women who were eligible, let`s get it right, there are a large number of members, and of the twenty committee members 9 are women and of them 5 were barren women in need of c***dren! Now you might think that a high number, but the reason is simple, for a husband to be a member here he must either; A, have been clinically proved to be firing blanks or B, to be vasectomised voluntarily, an inhouse game that is performed on site, as a ceremony by their resident doctor, (Old bones) who lives in the west wing. Un-married folk are allowed to be members, but they pay extra, and men have to wear a tattoo just above their cocks, (another inhouse ceremony) and then must use condoms at all “normal sexual games! “There are also un-married women, just a few, but they cannot get elected to the committee and therefore are not eligible to be on the last-ditch course, in fact not even knowing about it! All this reduces the chances of un-necessary pregnancies, and subsequent marital breakdowns or problems!Marc had no difficulty proving his lack of potency, a test by ‘Old bones’ when they applied to join, proving his situation. Not so Mya of course all she had to do was sign the rule book which said simply that though she could sleep with as many women as were available at random, or in a man`s case women, each member however must have sex with a minimum of one other member of the opposite sex on each and every visit and if it is with a potent single male it is up to the woman to ensure he was wearing a comdom. Unplanned pregnancies mean expulsion! Oh, and men, or occasionally nominated women, are always to dominate during games! That was more or less the only rules, though it was accepted that on a ceremonial night`s every member who possibly could, should attend. Ordinary club nights were the first and third Friday night of each month unless there was an extra Friday when there was an extra ceremonial night for tattoos, vasectomies and ‘weddings’.Anyway back to our story, to qualify for ‘last ditch’ as I said the woman must be on edremit escort the committee and there were hoops to jump through, the first being tempory divorce of her husband, just for the period of ‘the course’ and again temporarily “marriage” of the lady to the virile stud of the committees pick of the ball choice, a woman could only take this path once and for a full month she lives as the nominated studs wife, slave, concubine, sub call it what you will, before lastly having a wedding before having to endure a full night of unbounded sexual abandon with as many a number of potent men that she picks from a bag all to ensure the ladies pregnancy! Return and remarriage to the real husband would then be on the very next Friday evening and hopefully pregnancy would follow.It was not a course to be taken lightly, especially as any committee member could be the tempory husband, whether not he having being sterilised, (that rule not having been about back then, and as most having been founder members and the original club was BDSM orientated, so it was to be hit and miss as to who would be the tempory hubby or master or if the time would be lovemaking or shear slavery!)At the last Friday before the signing up ceremony, (known as picking day,) the “wife” would be the one to pick a ball from a bag to pick a master from the list of six provided, it caused some anticipation problems as some were potent, some dry, some sadistic, some gentle, some subtle, some crude, though all women having taken the course always left a small permanent mark, (or more if ‘the wife’ was that way inclined) not that the woman had much choice it was part of the package, but some ‘wives’ had taken pride in the achievement, and wanted to be reminded permanently, others were less happy at the prospect The final day, the so called ‘Wedding night’, would be to coincide with her most fertile point in the month, again the compulsory pick of a numbered ball ensured how many men would take her, and a second pick said who!Mya, being Mya, quickly and excitedly applied her name to the waiting list, and waited, she had to wait till on one ceremonial night her numbered ball would be picked. Marc so far had gone along with the game, the thought of his lovely wife being pregnant, well that was more than ok, but him being deprived all that time, and his wife being perhaps abused and definitely gang-banged at the end, was a bit hard for him to accept even for a hardened cuck like him, a man who was used to atonements and so on. It was doubly hard that he was not to be present or have any record of the months games as he would at an atonement, where either the Dom would film it, or Mya would write the thing and have myself, her faithful scribe, turn it into a hamster story for everyone, that being the first poor Mark would know about what went on! For them both it was all part of the game! However, atonements were over in 24 hours or so, and even with recovery time Mark knew the score in less than seven days, so this was going to be an agony of anticipation and for much longer. He was however to be present at the wedding!The day finally came when her ball was pulled from the bag by ‘the whip’ a wizen little man who acted as club secretary. She was informed before leaving from the clubhouse, having been well fucked as usual. Mya looked excited, Marc perhaps not quite so much. On the way home in the car, Mya sat on a towel to absorb the outfall having had a big cummer, an older man called Tom, as her partner all evening, one of the club studs, he was a neat if energetic shagger and could come like a waterfall but his seed was about as potent as a mill stream! It was over thirty miles to their home; traffic was light, and they discussed the forthcoming and potentially life-changing situation that she had signed them up too. She, wondering and anticipating the exciting prospect of at last being pregnant, even if it did mean being a slave to perhaps a real sadist, and then being gang ****d! Marc however had the prospect of time alone, and voiced the opinion,” it was not fair escort edremit on him!” She laughed, “Marc you goose, don’t you realise you get his wife or his girlfriend for the time I`m away?” he brightened a little and said, “but that still won`t be my Mya will it!” he could not have said anything that would have been more perfect, she knew in her heart that he loved her, as if of course conformation was ever necessary. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said, “thank you, that was a lovely thought, but you never know his partner could be a real dolly!” he grinned almost missed a gear and said that, “she could also be a frosty baggage!” they laughed as the tension evaporated, as they came along the coast road the moon on the sea to there right, glittering on the calm water re-assuring them it would all be perfect and the world was at peace with their decision, what would be would be!.For some strange reason over the next few days Mya cleaned the house, top to cellar ,not that it needed cleaning, don’t think it, but it was psychological, if some other woman was going to take up residence, well she was not going to be able to find fault. Life burbled on. the date for picking her “course husband” loomed closer and closer and butterflies were collecting in her guts. Through the post she received a list of candidates, six in all, ranging from ‘the pole’ who has a wife like dolly Parton, who was a known predator, through to ‘old Lampwick’ an 80 year old who`s tendencies were rampant and was known for the use of a discipline whip, while his wife in her late 60`s was an out and out masochist! The letter also explained why the two weeks delay, it was so that each participant had time to arrange domestic things, tell folks they would be away, arrange pets accommodation stop the papers etc, it was all very clinical and very practical!Naturally, they poured over the list, Mya had partnered ‘Lampwick, and ‘Freddo’ too on club nights and had blown ‘Alex’ at a fun night but hadn’t a clue about ‘the Guardsman’, or ‘Midget Gem’ either. Mark had had ‘Lampwick`s’ wife, and ‘Freddo’s’ delightful redheaded nymphomaniac too, he had been blown by a couple of the others at that fun night, but wasn’t sure who they were married too, his mind being elsewhere at the time, though the blond was he thought, a mistress of her trade! The Friday before Club Friday came round once more, work over it was a light meal, bathe, dress and drive to the old manor house. The lovely old Wisteria covered house came into sight, and her heart missed a beat, in just two weeks-time she would be delivered here for a full month, living with, well, an us yet unknown donor, come (cum?) master, and being used and abused just as he wishes for a whole month. Her nerves sent her pale. But it was way too late now they were pulling into the stable yard, The ceremony was a committee only, behind closed doors job, the first part was for Marc, who had to stand naked before ‘the pole’ and agree that his wife, would be available for the whole month to be used and abused by her selected lover, without interference as when and how he so wished, from, the next club meeting in May for up to 5 calendar weeks till the ‘wedding of many’ day at which he would not only be present he would be secured to watch her ravaged continuously. He was to bring up any offspring as his own without complaint. Marc shot his wife a long look then slowly signed her sexual life over and stepped back. Meantime in exchange, he would have the studs lady for the time duration but must not exceed the normal marital bounds.Mya stepped forward naked and was told to kneel, which she did, ‘The Whip’ read out a statement of her wish to be inseminated, her promise of taking no pills or steps to render herself infertile now or during her acceptance of a master for up to 5 weeks, and of a “wedding” at the end to ensure her pregnancy. Herself and her husband to bring up the c***d or indeed c***dren as their own.She was asked to sign the statement which she did without hesitation and was told she would appear on the following edremit escort bayan Friday. Thence to be kept by her replacement husband upstairs here and incommunicado till her wedding day, he was to bring to her a suitable wedding dress, at the wedding ceremony and she was to name two ladies preferably from either the committee or their partners to be maids, on the wedding day, clothing was to be minimal, and flimsy as she would not be allowed out except to any members nights during the period when she would attend but only for use by these two dedicated maids. Bondage cuffs were to be worn at all times.She was asked to sign the register to that effect, then still kneeling to read out the listed partners, each committee member stepping forward as his name and number is called, presenting his numbered ball to the secretary as he takes his place in the row. It was all very secret society stuff, she read out clearly, “No1 ‘The pole’” he stepped forward her eyes on his manhood stiff straight thin and long, as he presented it to her to kiss. This she did and he took his place behind the long desk passing his ball to ‘The Whip’ who dropped it into the black velvet bag. She read the second name, “No2 ‘Midget Gem’.A short but overly endowed balding man stepped forward his eyes sparkling as he eyed her with an eye that spoke of pure cruelty. She shuddered, told herself it was only a 1 in 6 chance, kissed his appendage and with a sly smile he turned gave up the ball and took his place in the line. “No3 ‘Alex’ he stepped forward, tall handsome, twinkling blue eyed, his un-circumsized penis thick and long, this was more like the father of the c***d she had dreamed of! He smiled down at her, and she kissed the head of what she would hope to enjoy soon. And he was gone, the ball clicking into the bad, and he to the line-up. Now her voice a little tremulous, she called “No4 ‘the Guardsman!’ From the back of the room came a tall ramrod of a black man, his long slack prick slapping each leg as he moved, gracefully but regimentally, to stand before her, her face a picture as she hadn’t thought of a black k**, though her sex moistened at the sight of the thick black 11 inch rod, which apparently at his command stiffened to be kissed as he grinned down at her. his numbered ball soon joining the others and he towered above the rest of the line-up.She knelt for a moment then said, “No5 ‘Freddo’ in a less certain voice. Freddo turn out to be a medium height, very average man who she had had one night just after having one of the women, when, to get out she needed a males signature of approval on her arse. There always being some no hoper`s hanging round the bar hopeful of a ‘I want to get an off-home screw,’ part of the one person of the opposite sex rule, true to his reputation he had been only mediocre, lacked real drive and had not impressed Mya one jot. (As it happened then or now!) but she kissed him, and without a smile or any acknowledgement he just wandered away to join the others! Relieved, she called, “No 6 ‘Lampwick’, now this candidate too had been a last minute hump, called from the bar one wet night just as she was leaving, again from necessity, but Marc had had to wait for them that night as this old boy had proved himself a stayer, no Adonis by any means but boy could he screw…! She kissed him a she had the rest hoping that Alex or this old lad would be her lucky number. The ball clattered into the bag to be shaken by ‘The Whip’ then presented to her to select her own fate. Her visibly shaking hand felt about in the bag, smooth numbered balls slid past her fingers then thinking ‘hey ho what will be will be’ she gripped one, withdrew it and dropped it into ‘The whips’ hand he turned, said “Number …he paused for effect, then proclaimed “THREE!” then with a nod added to the other 5, “thank you gentlemen your names will be entered top of the list for the wedding draw next month!” The evening was over, they drove home silently, Marc driving, they stopping for a moment at their favourite spot to admire the sea, much rougher tonight wild and windy, he quietly whispered, “you are sure?” her nod was enough, they drove on, thinking what would the future bring, and in Marc`s mind, was the extra question…what will Alex`s partner be like, as he knew the man was not married?

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