A Change of Heart (Complete)

Here is my completed story. I would also like some help. If someone has the first "lost" chapters I would appreciate you contacting me so I can revise them and include them. I thought I had them somewhere but alas not. Thankyou to everyone for your support and encouragement over these - 5 long years.

Mark may return one day. But don't hold your breath. And I dread to think what condition he will be in.

Enjoy!

©Copyright 2014 by poorlittlejake

A Change of Heart
©2014 by poorlittlejake

1

I may have been instrumental in Donna's change of heart without realising it. It was later that week and I was picking her up from work since she had taken her car in for a service. Sitting in my car I saw what could only be Angela. I immediately wondered what it would be like to service her. She was walking out of reception with the boss of Lucas Advanced Electronics, Mr. Rupert Lucas – or should I say Sir Rupert Lucas. Although founded by his late dad Henry, Rupert had brought the company on from a small outfit employing maybe 20 people to its now more substantial 400. A medium sized firm making its name for some quite pioneering and sophisticated electronic equipment, Mr. Lucas remained a friendly and amicable man. At 60 years old he was looking a little worn around the edges with grey thinning hair but remained fit and athletic.

Donna's friend Angela was a little removed from the image I had conjured up. She was indeed similar to Donna in height – around 5'5" – and build – large breasts and bum, but was otherwise quite different. Knowing what I now did about her sex life she looked much less glamorous than I expected. More grey eyes than blue, and a much more subtle fair haired blonde than the peroxide colour I had envisaged. No less pretty though. A very good looking lady in a rather understated way. Thinking about it she would need to be considering her close professional relationship with her boss. It struck me how dangerous it was for her to reveal her controversial private life to Donna. If Lucas found out I'm sure he wouldn't be best pleased.

As they passed my car I lowered the window.

"Good evening Mr. Lucas. You look very well this evening." We had met a few times over the 5 or so years
Donna had worked for him.

"Mark isn't it? Mark Henderson?" I nodded. "Thank you very much Mark. Your wife will be out shortly. She's just tidying a few loose ends up for John." John Mitchell was Donna's line manager.

"Righto," I replied. I nodded to Angela. "And you look especially nice Angela."

As Angela began to reply Rupert Lucas said, "See you tomorrow Angela. Nice to see you again Mark," and walked towards his Aston Martin.

"So you are Donna's husband. I've heard a lot about you."

"All good I hope?"

"Of course. We all know you two as the happy married couple."

"Well I guess that's us!"

Angela then clearly thought about something and a frown of concern troubled her face. She moved up to the car window and lowered her head closer to mine. In a hushed tone she said, "Look Mark I'm sorry if I was out of order asking Donna and you about the Dark Nights membership. I like your wife and thought you two might be interested."

"Dark Knights? The party thing?"

"Yes," she smiled, "the founders of the club are medieval enthusiasts. Dark Knights appealed to their sense of tradition I think. By the way Mark, I would really appreciate your discretion. And I'm really sorry if I have upset or annoyed you with my suggestion. The club isn't just all about sex."

"Oh god no Angela! Not at all! In fact I would be more than willing to give it a try. It's just that Donna is a little bit of a prude when it comes to things like this I'm afraid. She was a bit disappointed when she learnt about the house though. Which home is it? I would love to take her there."

"Didn't Donna tell you? It's a privately owned house on a privately owned estate. Very secluded - ideal for the members. I'm afraid the only way you two would be able to have a look round would be as members."

"I see. That explains her disappointment. Could you maybe take some pictures or video of the place? At least then Donna could get an idea?"

"I'm sorry Mark. There is a strict rule forbidding cameras and phones. It's ......"

"To protect the members. Yes, of course."

"However ....." Donna said thinking aloud. "If I approached the Knights they might sanction some officially taken pictures. Do you think that might help?"

"That would be really great Angela. Hey, there's Donna now."

As my wife approached the car she waved to us both. "Hey you two! You seem to be getting along ok?"

"Yeah," replied Angela, "it's about time I met your other half." With this she turned to walk to her car. "See you tomorrow Donna. Nice to meet you Mark."

You too Angela."

On the drive back to the house I filled Donna in about my idea with the photographs. "One thing puzzles me though Donna. It's not as if there aren't other places we can go and see. Why are you disappointed not to see this one?"

"It's because I have an idea which one it is Mark. If it's privately owned and near Leeds – which I seem to think it is – then it's Irongate Castle. It has some of the most spectacular baroque collections in the country. Some items get loaned out to museums and displays every once in a while, but to see the whole thing would be a real treat."

"I see. I hope Angela gets some pictures."

"Well yes. It would be nice. But nothing like the real thing."

"So you haven't changed your mind about membership?"

"I don't want to get mixed up with those kinds of people Mark."

"Even Angela?"

"Well OK. Angela is OK but it's different when you work with her."

"Mmmm," I said wondering what Angela looked like naked.

2

"Oh my god", my wife murmured whilst looking through the portfolio.

I think it was about a week or so after I saw Angela she had given Donna a sealed, leather bound portfolio of high definition photographs. There was also included a DVD with video footage of some areas of the house and gardens. We had just finished our evening meal and it was the first chance Donna had to look at them. She was engrossed. She was like a young girl in a toy shop. From what I could see the pictures look pretty standard stuff but I'm no expert, no enthusiast.

"What's up?" I said.

She murmured something about a genuine George II something. I knew better than to ask for an explanation.

"Shall I put the DVD on?"

"Ugh?"

"The DVD. Shall I put it in the player?"

Donna nodded without looking up from the pictures. Well that certainly got her attention! If I thought she was engrossed in the pictures her attitude changed immediately. The woman was awe struck. The DVD was professionally worked and was showing the rooms, art items, furnishings and gardens to best effect. It did the trick.

"I suppose we could just go the once Mark".

3

The following day I got a telephone call at work.

"Mark Henderson?"

"Speaking."

"Hey Mark, it's Angela. You OK?"

Angela? Must be something to do with the Dark Knight membership.

"Hello Angela," I replied. "What can I do for you?"

"Look, Donna has just told me about her change of heart regarding the Dark Knight membership. Thing is, there are a couple of hoops we need to jump through before it is ratified. I'm sure there won't be a problem but I wanted to call you myself just to fill you in on the procedure."

"Well I know there is an interview," I said.

"There is. But before either of you get to the interview there is a medical requirement. I hope you don't mind."
"A medical? Angela, we are both in pretty good health."

"I know Mark. It's just a formality, but a necessary one. It's to ......"

"Protect the members." I interceded. "Well I appreciate the need if there is some sex going on but Donna and I ....."

"I know Mark. But there are no exceptions. If you think about it there can't be. Anyway. Think about it. It's a thorough examination at no cost. You would be given a physical examination and a few blo od and urine tests."

"At no cost?"

"It all comes out of the membership fees."

"Then I will have to pay?"

"Only if you become a ratified permanent member. Temporary membership lasts for one month and is at a substantially reduced rate."

"I see. How much is membership?"

"It's expensive but there are various plans and ways to reduce cost. Anyway, you are only going the once aren't you? The medical will be useful for your peace of mind. It's worth it just for that."

I thought for a moment and had to agree with Angela. It all seemed above board and sensible. If people got involved into the sex side of the events then they would surely want to know everyone was healthy and disease free. It made sense.

"You are given a report." Angela continued, "Milder and non-contagious issues wouldn't stop membership."

"Well that's not a problem. When would we go for this medical?"

"So you agree?"

"I guess."

"OK Mark. I'll book you in but you will see separate doctors so it will probably be at separate times."

"Different doctors?"

"Yes. The women see our female doctor. The men see our male doctor. I'll get onto it now. You should have appointments within the week and can be arranged for the weekend. I hope you don't mind driving up to Leeds."

"No. That's ok. Only an hour's drive."

"That's fixed then. See ya Mark."

"Bye Angela"

That was fixed then.

4

Donna got the first medical for that coming Saturday. We made a day of it and we drove up with the kids. The health clinic was actually tucked away in the conservation area of Gomersal, situated in the Spen Valley in West Yorkshire - a beautiful area where the Bronte sisters wrote their famous novels.

We didn't expect to see the house – or castle – itself that day so wasn't disappointed. I had a walk round with the kids whilst Donna went into the centre. I didn't want to ask her too many questions about it with the kids present so waited until we were home that night.

Donna was very impressed with the doctor – a Jane Melrose – though she wasn't as old as she expected. There was also a nurse in attendance – a Kate Palmer. They took a urine sample, blo od sample and mouth swab. What did surprise Donna was the cervical smear sample and internal examination. Nothing she hadn't had before though and Doctor Melrose explained everything as it was done. She was making sure there was no internal trauma, cysts or genital warts. Donna was impressed with the professionalism and thoroughness of the examination. She was also told any flagged results would be followed up with necessary referral to our own doctor. Doctor Melrose was pleased with Donna's health and couldn't find anything to worry about. The sample analysis would be posted to us the following week.

"There was one thing which troubled me though Mark."

"What's that?"

"Before the physical examination there was a short interview. It was the main run of the mill stuff mostly – you know – illness in the family and previous conditions and that. But she also wanted to know how many sexual partners I have had and when I first started having intercourse."

"Really?"

"Yes. She said there is evidence to suggest having sex from an early age with several partners increases the chance of developing cervical cancer. They might be standard questions these days but I was put off a bit."

"What did you say?"

"Told her the truth. First time was with you at university when I was 19. No other partners."
I'd never thought about that much for years. Not only was Donna prudish in bed. I was the only man she's ever been with.

It's something I started to think about a lot more after that. I'd had two girlfriends before Donna.
Sally – the first – used to suck my cock.

5

My own medical examination was a few days later. I drove up to the appointment on my own. Thinking back, it may have been during this time I started to have nagging doubts about what I was getting myself into. I was caught up into something of a roller-coaster without actually realizing what I expected to get out of it.

Realistically I knew I wouldn't be getting involved in any mass orgy or even having sex with another woman. My sexual self would have loved to have done so but my heart and brain knew it wasn't going to happen, and indeed wouldn't want it to happen. I loved my wife and wanted my marriage to continue. I convinced myself the whole thing would just sate our curiosity. I would get to see the workings of a real life and very exclusive sex club with hopefully an element of acceptable voyeurism and Donna would get to see things she was deeply interested and normally out of bounds from the general public. Little did I know at that time Donna's interest would be piqued by anything but the décor.

My examination was straight-forward but also slightly odd. I too gave urine, blo od and swab samples and was given a thorough examination by a Doctor Mervin Jones, a rather nice man from the valleys of Wales. I even got the rather unpleasant and disconcerting prostate check with a gloved finger. Doctor Jones gave me a testicular examination but also did something which really should have started an alarm bell ringing in my head. Intimate measurements where made of my genitals with the explanation he was checking for genetic mutation or inconsistencies. Sperm counts in British men have fallen by 50% since the second world war with a whole host of hypotheses as to why. I was reliably informed my genitalia was in perfectly healthy condition following the medical norms.

As with Donna, any flagged results would be passed on to my own doctor and the sample analyses posted to me within a few days. By all accounts I was a perfectly healthy 32 year old man. As with Donna, it was a good feeling and rather elating to have such a thorough and professional medical examination and to be given the all clear.

Everything would now be set for the interview for membership. I just hoped it would all be worthwhile.

Little did I know at that time how much everything was going to change.

6

Angela told Donna the interview would be about 2 to 3 weeks after the medicals, giving time for the results and analyses to be processed. I assumed we would go to the interview together but they were to be done separately. This was because the medicals themselves were staggered and the interviews arranged as the results were passed on to the club.

Donna received her invitation about 2 weeks after my medical. It was a mid-week appointment and so she needed to book a holiday from work and I was unable to accompany her. She said Angela had outlined to her what to expect, coached her what to say and gave her some advice on what kind of clothes to wear.
Unlike the medical, the interview was to be conducted on the grounds of the private estate itself, not in the actual house – since that was off limited to all but ratified members – in what was once a groundman's cottage close to the main gate.

I didn't see Donna off that day since the interview was in the afternoon but she was already in when Ireturned from work. We didn't find a chance to speak until the kids went to bed and I must admit I was rather intrigued.
The interview was conducted by a panel of 4 members, 2 women and 2 men. Angela said Donna would be appraised visually by the panel to assess her value to the club. Overweight or ugly women would not be allowed to join, though rejection through this criteria was rare since prospective membership was through sponsorship only, the sponsors having a good idea of what was acceptable. If membership was rejected on this criteria then another reason would be used so as not to hurt the candidate unnecessarily. Obviously, Donna would not have a problem in this department.

the candidate would be asked to undress for closer assessment, either completely or partially. The reason for this was twofold. To see how comfortable the candidate was with her own body and to test the conviction of her application. Donna said she was not asked to undress which is just as well. I am – or should I say was - the only person to ever see Donna naked outside a medical situation and I believed she would not have been prepared to do so. Indeed, I would have been upset if she had.

She was also asked about her motives in wanting to join the club. Following Angela's tutelage she said she was interested in meeting sexually liberated people and watching other people have sex. By not saying she wanted to have sex with other people she would lose points, but Angela insisted she would still breeze through due to her physical beauty and young age. It seems most of the female membership were late 30s plus. She was also asked about any sexual fetishes she may have.

All this she had been comfortable with but not so for the final few questions. Donna was asked about number of sexual partners – though the panel must have known this from her medical records – though it is true in a more general way – 1 to 5, 5 to 10, 10 to 20 etc. She was asked about the gender and race of sexual partners and most embarrassingly of all for such a prudish lady her likes and dislikes during the sexual act. She didn't go into much detail to me about this at first but I eventually managed to coax it out of her. She said she liked sucking cock (she had never sucked a cock), been fucked anally on occasion (that had certainly never happened or even been discussed) and liked to go on top (again very rarely). It also struck me at that time how rarely we had sex at all, and I was ashamed to admit to myself for several years had been the missionary position, with lights off, curtains drawn and sheets up. Donna was an extremely prudish lady who only liked – or tolerated - sex in the most basic and unimaginative "decent and sensible" ways.

We would find out if her membership had been accepted through her sponsor – Angela – within the week.
It was only then it occurred to me Donna's application might be successful and mine not. If so I hoped Donna wouldn't blame me for being unable to attend.

7

A few days later I was driving up to my own interview and decided to phone Angela at the office.

"Angela? It's Mark, Donna's husband."

"Hello Mark, what can I do for you?"

"Look, it's about the club membership. I'm driving up for my interview and wondered if you could give me any tips?"

"Not really Mark. All I can ask you to do is be yourself. I'm sure there won't be a problem. If I thought there would be then I wouldn't have sponsored you and Donna."

"What should I say is my reason for joining?"

"Same as Donna. To meet liberal thinking people and voyeurism. Membership can be a little more strict for the men but I wouldn't worry about it."

"More strict? Why is that?"

"Because more men than women want to join the club and the organisers don't want a bigger number of men to women. You will gain points by joining as a couple and because Donna has already been accepted ."

"She has! I didn't know that."

"Yes, I told her earlier today. She's been smiling ever since."

"I can imagine. She's really looking forward to seeing the place. She tells me their collection is famous."

"Collection?"

"Yes – the art and such."

"Huh?"

"You know Angela. It's the real reason Donna wanted to join. She is fascinated by that period. She wrote her thesis on the baroque movement for her university degree."

"Oh yeah. I see. Yeah. Well I imagine there are a few other things which might catch her eye too!"

"We told you Donna wasn't really interested in the club for the sex stuff Angela."

"Of course Mark. Right . Look Mark, Mr. Lucas wants me. Don't worry about the interview."
With that she ended the call.

It didn't take me long to reach Irongate and was at once impressed with the whole arrangement. Donna had given me a brief description and so I had an idea of what to expect. The estate entrance was manned by a security man who waved me through after checking my identification with an appointment book. I followed his directions and parked next to an old and small building, complete with thatched roof just within the walls.
A quick check in the rear view mirror and off I went.

The outside of the old Groundsman house was completely in character with the rest of the estate. I could see the main house – or pseudo castle – in the distance and was equally impressed. It reminded me of a smaller version of Chatworth House – grand indeed.

Inside the transformation was immediate. Modern furnishings and a sense of antiseptic sterility. A plain business like woman greeted me from behind a clean lined acrylic desk.

"Mr. Henderson?"

"That's me."

"Hello Mr. Henderson. My name is Cheryl Andrews. If you take a seat I will inform Doctor Melrose you are here."

"Doctor Melrose?"

"Yes. Just a moment please Mark."

I did as requested on a comfortable designer settee. I was just about to make myself a cup of Yorkshire tea with the facilities provided when Cheryl returned through the side door.

"They will see you immediately Mr. Henderson."

"Thank you. And please call me Mark."

"Certainly Mark - and be sure to call me Cheryl." After giving me a slow and obvious once over and with a rather mischievous flick of her hair she added, "Good luck."

I entered an equally clinical and similar sized room. Two women and two men sat behind a large transparent acrylic table. The chairs were the modern designer kind of thing. This whole thing stunk of money.

"Please take a seat Mark." said one of the women, "My name is Doctor Jane Melrose. I had the pleasure of examining your good wife."

"I didn't expect to see you here Doctor."

"Please call me Jane, Mark. Everyone connected with the process is a member of the organisation - we like to keep things in-house. It helps to keep the lid on what some people might consider a little shall we say .. erm ... Bohemian?"

"Of course Dr. Mel .. I mean Jane."

Doctor Melrose proceeded to introduce her colleagues. The other woman was a rather severe looking school mistress type lady in her mid 50s. Even her manner was rather pedantic. Her thick rimmed glasses added to the look. Her name was Karen McDonald.

Jean-Pierre Martin was a young athletic looking black Frenchman in his early 20s.
Pete Conner was a little older at maybe 30.

These were not the same people who interviewed my wife. Of that I was sure. The interview started as I had expected. They wanted to know a little bit about me, my lifestyle and place of employment. They also asked about my sexual partners and preferences. To this I was truthful, having two partners before my wife and no others since our marriage. Heterosexual with no homosexual tendencies or fantasies. When asked about my reason for applying I followed Angela's advice – voyeurism, socialising and meeting liberal thinking people.

"Have you any intention of fucking any of the female membership Mr. Henderson?" said Karen.

Taken aback with the suddenness and frankness of the question – despite the nature of the interview – I answered as best I could.

"No Karen, as I said, I just want to socialise and watch, as does my wife."

"Please don't answer for your wife Mr. Henderson," interceded the big black Frenchman, "this interview is for your application and yours alone."

"Of course. But no."

"No?" said Karen, "No what?"

"I have no intention of er .. fucking the female membership."

"I see." Karen went on looking down at some papers through her thick rimmed glasses, "You see there might be a problem with your application. Doctor Jones' physical examination of you revealed a potential problem with your genitals."

"Problem?" I was aghast. "I am in perfect ....."

"Yes Mark," she interrupted, "it seems you may have a small cock."

I was dumbstruck. I looked blankly at all four interviewers. Small penis? I had never thought so. I'd never had any complaints.

Doctor Melrose went on in a strictly professional tone. "There are some regulations we have to adhere to Mark. We insist the membership is clean, healthy, dr ug and disease free. We also insist on a degree of physical beauty – this is a sex club after all. On all these points you have passed. We also insist on friendly amiable attitude – which you also seem to have. The one sticking point is the size of your cock. We don't require on huge hung men like Jean-Pierre here," she said passing a side-long glance to her co-interviewer, "but we do want to maintain standards. We don't want our female membership to be short-changed. To be frank Mark, when we are at the club we want to know any man has the equipment to satisfy."

I couldn't help notice the Frenchman's smirk. Pete Conner also looks aloof. "I have never considered myself to be particularly small in that department, and my wife ..."

"Don't answer for your wife," said Pete Conner.

Doctor Melrose went on. "We all know your aroused state might be completely contrary to your size when Doctor Jones examined you, but to be sure I must insist on examining you myself."

"And if I refuse?"

"Your application will be rejected."

An embarrassing silence descended.

My gut reaction was to get up and leave immediately. It was humiliating. I persuaded myself to say nothing more and to think for a second. It is true I would have loved to have visited the club as a member at least once but knew due to Donna's reticence we would only be going the once. We had both been through a big inconvenience with the health checks and interviews but it was also true the health checks had been useful in their own right. It just wasn't worth the offence.

"I'm not sure I am prepared to be examined Jane."

"Well of course that is your choice Mark. It would be done discretely in the examination room behind us."

"And who would do the examination?"

"Myself and a colleague – either Karen or Cheryl.

"It would be very embarrassing. Humiliating."

"Come on man." Said Jean-Pierre. "Man up. What does it matter?"

"Not really Mark," Doctor Melrose continued, "you may even enjoy it."

"Well no offence to Karen here, but maybe if you and Cheryl were to examine me I might be ok."

I thought a moment longer. Fuck it.
"OK, Jane, let's do it."

"Very well. But please be warned even if you do pass the physical examination we four must still consult to see if we are happy with your other qualities."

"What Jane means is," interceded Jean-Pierre in his deep bass tone, "if the women are happy with the size of your cock then we will decide after the interview if we think you are suitable."

"You mean if you like me?"

"More if we think our female membership will like you. If you have a bit of an attitude then a big cock will compensate."

"I see."

"Jean-Pierre has an attitude problem," said Karen.

"Right. So I gathered. OK. Let's do it."

Jane and Cheryl led me through to another room which was bare but for a rather ascetic looking surgical table, cupboard and two chairs. The harsh fluorescent lighting adding to the rather unromantic and sexless feel.

"Please get completely undressed and lie on the table Mark."

"Undressed? But all ....."

"I insist Mark. I need to see the whole package. I need to see what you will be offering our membership. Place your clothes on one of the chairs."

I was still hesitant but had made my decision. Feeling very uncomfortable and self conscious I did as requested. I am certainly no Adonis but nor have I ever considered myself particularly ugly or out of shape. I have always been pretty slim and fit if not athletic. Not bad for a 30 something man and husband. I undressed before the cold unflinching stare of both women and lay back on the cold unyielding table. Hard and uncomfortable it did nothing to relax me.

"I know this is uncomfortable for you," Jane said, "but rest assured I've seen so much cock nothing you have can surprise me."

Cheryl sat on the vacant chair and watched silently. I was having a hard time with this and naked in front of two attractive women was far from enough to get any arousal from me. I just lay there and stared at the ceiling.

"Ok. I know you are married and so don't want to do anything your wife may disapprove of so I'll do this as clinically as possible. We don't insist all members have huge cocks but nor do we want any men with pathetic little toy ones either do we?"

At this monologue I actually found myself – astonishingly – to react. I felt movement down below – not full erection – but certainly the stirrings of one.

"I think we may have a reaction Cheryl," said Jane.

"Indeed we do Jane. Let me see if I can help Mr. Henderson along a little."

Stepping over to the cabinet she quickly opened a door and expertly put on white sterile surgical gloved. She moved back to the table holding a small tub of lubricant.

"Here goes Mark. Let's see what you have got. And as a little incentive please realise if you are up to the job there is no reason that within the week you won't be fucking every female member you have seen – me included."

Oh my. This girl really knew her stuff. Despite everything I was indeed responding. Cheryl used the lubricant and even with surgical gloves the effect was immediate. My erection started to grow.

"That's the idea. Would you get the tape measure please Jane?"

Jane was up to the cabinet and back to the table in a shot, peering down at my cock with glee, tape measure at the ready.

"How are you feeling Mark?"

"Mmm. Pretty good actually."

"So it seems. It's looking like you are pretty much fully grown down here. What do you think Cheryl?"

"I agree Jane. I think Mark has a full erection now. You should measure it."

"Is there any point? Would you be happy with it?"

The two women stood looking at my package for a silent moment with thoughts unbeknown to me. What did their expressions say? Sympathy? Distaste? Disgust?

"I agree. What a joke. I'm sorry Mark. And such a shame. I really like you but there is no way you can join with a cock that size."

"What? But it isn't ...."

"Please Mark! Don't! We know what we are talking about! Your cock is tiny," Jane laughed.

I was haunted from that moment on. I think I would have been ok with the knowledge I had a smaller cock but to be demeaned and humiliated in such a complete and humiliating fashion was devastating.

At the time I hadn't actually realised it but whilst Cheryl said that last sentence Jane had actually quite enthusiastically slapped the head of my dick. I have a half memory of her then looking at Cheryl with sheer disgust.

My erection disappeared immediately and the next thing I remember clearly was driving home at a reckless speed.

8

When I got home I hadn't even decided what to say to Donna. I was her husband and the man of her dreams and didn't want to appear weak or undermined.

What happened made a bad situation worse. Opening the front door I got the second shock of the day - I saw her waiting for me in the hall and that vision too will remain with me always – she was naked. My prudish wife of countless years whom I hadn't seen nude on rare accidental occasions stood waiting for me – completely naked. Legs apart. Hands on hips.

"Angela rang me earlier on Mark. I've been granted membership. I thought you might want to celebrate. She says we will be able to attend the very next party. Would you like to make love to your wife?"

Obviously the events of the last few hours and now this played havoc with me. Not daring to mention my own failed application I decided to say nothing.

Donna took my hand and led me upstairs to our marital bed.

Upon occasion I had problems achieving or maintaining an erection but they were rare and always for good reason. I knew why I couldn't achieve one for a second time that day. I was in emotional turmoil.

Donna had seductively undressed me for the first and last time in my life. When I too was naked she was probably a little disappointed not to see an erection but made no comment. She was clearly trying to take a very uncharacteristic lead and I realised I needed to act quickly to avoid something of a pregnant pause which might potentially destroy the moment. This was a situation I had never found myself in before and wanted to make the most of it. I gently took the initiative and manoeuvred her back onto the bed. I kneeled on the floor where my flaccid dick was safely out of sight. Playing for time and praying for an erection that didn't come I buried my head between my wife's legs and got to work.

Those very rare times I was allowed to give Donna oral sex I usually did so for a few minutes before I was unable to contain myself. I would move up and take her missionary. She considered the act to be dirty and repulsive. Since my erection just wasn't happening I was down between her legs for much longer than was usual. Donna, already aroused astonished me yet again. From this act she thought of as repulsive she actually orgasmed. This was rare. What was unique was its strength.

She came hard.

And with it she screamed.

"Oh my god! Oh Mark! Oh fuck!"

My wife was on fire. She was a screaming vixen. Right there and then I think she would have sucked my cock. Fuck. I think I could have fucked her up the arse.

"Come up here and fuck your hot wife Mark."

I continued in desperation to lick her clitoris.

"No Mark. I need your cock. I need a cock now. I need to be fucked!"

My prudish wife rarely swore and never spoke whilst we made love.

Little did I realise by how much she needed some cock.

Little did I know by how very much she needed a great deal of very, very big cock.
I didn't know what to do. What could I do?

"Donna I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? Get up here Mark."

"Donna I can't get hard."

"What?"

"I can't get an erection."

"Is it because I am acting like a cheap whore? Is that why?"

"No it's not that. I love you acting like a whore. I've had a bad day is all."

"So I am acting like a cheap whore?"

The moment was already going. Passionate sex was already subsiding to mundane talk and the reality of real life. Donna was already making steps to cover herself with a bed sheet as I remained kneeling on the floor.

"Well don't go thinking I am going to make a habit of doing this Mark. You are making me feel like a fool."

"No please Donna. What you are doing is great. It's not you it's me."

Donna finished wrapping the sheet around her and stood at the side of the bed. She looked down at me to where I was still kneeling. There was a strange look in her eyes. Over a short period of time we had both seen and done things far out of the ordinary. There was no doubt things were changing. I could never have known at that time by how much.

"I need to cool off. I'm going to take a shower."

"I'll scrub your back baby."

"No Mark. It's too late for that. I need to be alone."

"Please Donna. Don't be too hard on me. All men have this problem from time to time. I did give you an orgasm," I replied whilst standing.

Stopping and turning at the bedroom door Donna looked hard at my cock – still soft and flaccid – and it seems painfully small.

"Maybe we should just use your tongue from now on then."

"Why don't we try again later? I might be ok then."

"What with?"

"What do you mean?"

"Try again later with what?"

"Huh? See if I get hard later."

"Maybe. I'll see how I feel. Now I need a shower." Still covered in the bed sheet she started through the door.

"Let me scrub your back."

"No Mark you are not having a shower with me. I need to be alone."

"Please Donna."

"No!"

"Please?"

"No Mark! Now fuck off!"

And all I could do was wonder why she was so desperate to be alone.

9

I didn't fuck my wife that day. Things went quiet between us for a few days and neither of us wanted to bring it up. We were both embarrassed. I shouldn't have been since I was exactly right when I said all men are unable to achieve an erection from time to time. Donna had no reason to be embarrassed with her totally uncharacteristic display of brazen sexuality either – but she clearly was. I also failed to mention I had been rejected for the club membership. It really didn't seem important any more. We wouldn't be going to the party and that was that.

It was the following week when the phone rang. It was the evening and a week day.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello Mark. Angela here. Is Donna there? I said I would ring her."

"Sure. What's it's about?"

"The Dark Knights party this weekend."

"Oh I see. Well it's a shame we can't go Angela. I was looking forward to it as much as Donna."

Silence.

"Angela? You still there?"

"Erm. Yes Mark. I'm still here. Has Donna spoken to you about the party?"

"No. She's been quiet this last week or so. A little upset I think."

"Upset?"

"Yes. You know. Disappointed about not seeing the house and grounds properly. I suppose as my sponsor you know I have been rejected for membership."

I prayed Angela hadn't been told the reason.
As my sponsor she clearly had and the next sentence was spoken with humiliating glee. I never dreamt what a bitch this woman was. And started to wonder at her original motives for sponsoring us. Was she some kind of sadist?

"Yeah I know Mark. It's a shame about that. It never occurred to me you might have such a tiny dick. I dread to think how Donna manages. Can you satisfy her? She says you can't even get hard any more. Not that it would make any difference"

"Angela, I don't think it is your place to make such a comment. I thought I liked you. Don't you think I have been humiliated enough?"

"Humiliated? Oh boy – you have no idea. Now would you please put Donna on?"

"No I won't Angela. And I don't think either of us wants to talk to you again. This whole thing has been a disaster from start to finish. Now goodbye."

What had my wife been saying to this woman?

"We'll see about that Needle-dick."

"What did you call me?"

"You heard."

"You bitch! You fucking bitch!"

"Take that back."

"No way."

"Take it back now or it will be ten times harder for you."

"Fuck off!"

I slammed the phone down. And for that I was to pay.

Pay more than I could ever imagine.

Donna was soon in the hall where the telephone is. She had heard the commotion.

"What's going off Mark? Who was that on the phone?"

"That fucking bitch Angela you work with. What have you been saying to her?"

"Keep your voice down! The kids are upstairs."

I desperately tried to calm down.

"What did she say?"

I suppose I have always had something of a quick temper. It used to get me into trouble in my teens but married life had mellowed me. It was rare for me to get so mad.
I told my wife what had been said.

"I see," she said, "I think I should have told you but things have been a little strained between us these last few days. After the thing in the bedroom."

"Tell me what?" I said angrily.

"Look Mark. After you didn't say anything I decided to ask Angela about our membership. She told me you had been rejected."

"Did she tell you why?"

"Yes Mark."

"Do you think I have a small dick?"

"It isn't down to me Mark. I would have loved to have gone to the party with you, but Angela says she will look after me. I agreed to go with her this weekend. I am sorry. I should have told you."

"Well we aren't going."

"I know that Mark. I said I would go without you."

"Well you can't."

"I can Mark. My membership has been approved and this was all your idea anyway."

"That's when I thought we were going together. I don't want you do go on your own."

"Why not? I hope you aren't suggesting I will get up to anything are you? You know what that house means to me."

"Of course not. But to backtrack on what I just said to Angela would be more humiliating than ever."

"Humiliated? How do you think I feel?"

"How have you been humiliated?"

"How do you think? Needle-dick. Now they all know my husband has a small cock."

"What? If I had a small dick – which I dispute – how would that humili ........"

"Look Mark, I'm not arguing with you," she said angrily whilst lifting the phone, "now let me call Angela back and smooth over whatever damage you have done. I have to work with her you know."

"Damage I have caused? And telling her about my not being able to get ....."

Donna glared at me as she pressed the memory button.

"Look Donna, I ...."

"Go away!"

"Donna I ...."

"Fuck off!" she hissed.

"OK. OK. You win Donna, but you aren't going to that party."

With this I walked upstairs to calm down. I noticed Donna trail the phone into the lounge and push the door closed.

What on earth was happening? And it was all because of that bitch Angela. It was her idea – all of this. I wanted to strangle the cow. I jumped onto the bed to think.

I saw the bedroom phone.

Ever so carefully I lifted the receiver. This was really bad but I had to hear this.

"..... for 10 years Angela. I think we have fallen out enough over this."

"Well I'm sure you have fallen out before."

"Of course Ange," my wife replied, "but I know Mark. He is really serious about this. If I go to the party I don't think he would forgive me. Not totally anyway."

"Couldn't you say you are just going for a girls night out with me?"

"He may have a small dick Ange, but he's not stupid." Christ that hurt.

"Did you know he had a small dick when you got married?"

"I told you. He's the only man I've been with. How would I know? Besides, sex has never been all that important to me."

"Maybe if you got some good cock that would change?"

"Look Ange. I'm sorry. I can't risk my marriage over this. I won't be able to go to the party."

"You sure honey?"

"I'm sure. I'll see you tomorrow. I need to go to Mark now. I hurt him pretty bad earlier on."

"Oh yes?"

"I called him a needle dick," she giggled.

"Oh you bitch Donna," she laughed. "OK baby, see you tomorrow."

I replaced the handset carefully.

10

"Mark?" Donna said from the bedroom doorway, "Are you all right?"

Call it parental instinct or whatever but I managed to lower my voice and remain reasonably calm. I was aware of our two young ones in their respective rooms.

"We need to talk Donna. We really do need to talk."

And so we did. My wife of 10 years lay beside me on the bed, head resting on my chest.
We both voiced our concerns.
I voiced my anger.

I wasn't really too mad with Donna. I was upset she hadn't told me she planned to go to the party without me, and I agreed it was her not telling me rather than her going on her own which had angered me the most. I was also upset she had been talking to Angela about our sex life. I agreed that due to the strain between us these past few days – brought on by the bedroom fiasco – it had made it especially difficult for Donna to say anything much to me at all, but didn't appreciate it when Donna suggested the strain was actually my fault for not being able to perform that day. I also said I would have trusted her to go alone. My anger was focused on Angela, for first sponsoring us for membership, for persuading Donna to go to the party without me and for the gleeful and humiliating manner she spoke to me on the phone. It was almost as if she was trying to split us up.

Donna tried to dismiss it as a bit of playful fun and I don't think understood the extent to which Angela had hurt me. Even if I didn't have a small dick – and doubts were now rapidly emerging in my mind causing all sorts of anxieties – the knowledge Angela believed I did and what she would do with that knowledge – embarrassed, angered and humiliated me, and brought me to hate her.

Donna said she too was upset. She had really wanted to see the house but would of course not go if I didn't want her to.

So this started to make me feel guilty. My original idea we go to the party. Not Donna's fault I had failed the application – for whatever reason. The uncomfortable medical and interview she had succumbed to for my sake - though I couldn't remember her saying either was hard for her - and now allowing my dislike for one of her work colleagues stopping us from doing what we thought was best for us.

Was this sweet talk? Donna had done so in the past I know. As women do she could get her way by making it look as if it was what I always wanted all along.

"So you want to go to the party?"

"You know I do Mark."

"If you explain to Angela I wasn't going to allow you to go because of her, but we are bigger than that and I am going to let you go because I want you to go. And if you go with someone else instead of Angela."

"I am pretty sure I have to go with my sponsor Mark."

looked down at her head resting gently on my chest. She was beautiful.
And she was mine. My virgin bride.

All mine.

11

"OK, what the hell." I said, "You can go to the party on Saturday with Angela on one condition."

"Yeeeees?"

"You let me make love to you."

"What - now?"

"Sure – why not?"

"On one condition. No - on two conditions."

"Mmmm."

"You buy me a new dress for the party."

"And the second condition?"

"You use your tongue again like last time."

"And what about my cock?"

"That's up to you," she giggled.

And so I undressed and then undressed my wife, revealing her unblemished body.
No tattoos or piercings on my woman.

Her neatly trimmed pussy welcomed my eager mouth and so for the second time in just a dozen or so days I got to work.

This time there was no trouble with my erection. I was as hard as a poker. After a few minutes I started to shift position so as to penetrate my panting wife. Sensing what I was doing Donna gripped my head with both hands and pushed my mouth back between her legs. Now this was odd. Donna had never been dominant like this and rarely took any initiative.

"Not yet lover." she murmured. "Not until I cum."

Oh my. This was hot. I needed to cum too. I was getting very aroused. This was so unlike Donna. I for ced myself to stay down between her legs but to be honest didn't really have much choice. She was still gripping my head and grinding her cunt into my mouth. She was dripping wet and panting heavily.

I sensed she was going to cum.

"Oh fuck!" she hissed.

A small flood of juice exploded into my mouth and Donna finally let go of my head before sinking back into the bed. I climbed up beside her.

Taking the opportunity I gently turned her onto her side and prepared to spoon her from the rear. It was one of my favourite positions which she hadn't let me do for years.

Donna was still pretty out of it so I gently lifted her leg a little and took her.
Christ! She was so wet! I slid in easily. Too easily.

As I started my rhythm I sensed Donna coming out of her post orgasmic trance. I also realised I really wasn't going to last long before I came. My left arm was under her head. My right arm reaching over her body, my hand gripping her breast.

Donna gently lifted my hand away and moved to the edge of the bed where she sat with her feet on the floor.
As soon as she started to move I had slipped out of her.

"I need to clean up ....." she said turning her head towards me and seeing my alarm.

"Donna! I was fucking you!"

"What? I ...I mean I didn't know.......I mean I couldn't ....."

I ejaculated onto the bed.

Donna stood and turned to look at me.

"Fuck Mark. I didn't realise you was fucking me – I'm sorry."

"You didn't realise I was fucking you?"

"Oh god. Mark .... I ......."

"Couldn't you feel my dick inside you Donna?"

"I was out of it. I wasn't thinking. That orgasm I had was incredible."

"Donna. Can you feel my dick when I fuck you?"

"Mark, don't do this."

"Answer me Donna. Can you feel my dick inside you?"

"What do you want me to say Mark?"

"For fucks sake Donna. Tell me the truth. Can you feel my dick?"

"No Mark – I can't. And I never have. Satisfied?"

And so my wife walked to the bathroom.

So it was true. I really did have a small cock. So small my wife couldn't even feel me. Logically it shouldn't really matter. I could give Donna incredible orgasms with my tongue and I could get off fucking her after doing so but to be actually fucking my wife and have her move away because she was totally oblivious to what I was doing crushed me to the core. The doubts and anxieties I had started to develop since my Dark Knights interview were clearly confirmed.

I had a small dick.

So small it was useless for fucking – at least from Donna's point of view.

When Donna first admitted it and left me lying on the bed in my own mess I was immediately angry – that temper of mine. But I had demanded she be honest and all she had done was be that – even at the expense of hurting me. Maybe she was still a little glazed over from the orgasm? The point is the truth was out.

OK. We needed to sort this out. For now though I would buy her the dress and let her go to the party – that was the agreement after all.

After she had seen what she needed to see at the house we would come to some kind of arrangement sexually. Giving her such powerful orgasms with my tongue was something of an ego boost after all. Maybe she would like a vibrator or dildo? I couldn't do anything about the size of my cock.
I'm sure she would prefer a real cock but we would have to make do.

I seem to remember it was Friday afternoon before the Saturday party when Angela took Donna shopping. They had finished early from work. I was a touch disappointed because I wanted to help my wife choose her dress but she felt more comfortable going with Angela – and my money. After all, Angela would know the kind of thing which would best suit her for such an event.

Oddly enough I didn't get to see the dress that day or even that weekend. Donna claimed she was going to get changed at Angela's before travelling up together in her car. Nor did I get to fuck her that night. She was distant and clearly had her mind elsewhere. All she really did was make sure I knew how to take care of the chil dren whilst she was gone. Since the parties finished late she would be staying at a Travelodge nearby before driving back Sunday afternoon, the first time since our marriage we had been apart.

Thinking I had done the right thing with just the nagging doubt or worry regarding our changing sex life I slept pretty well that night. When Angela pipped the car horn the following afternoon Donna pecked me on the cheek, clearly excited with her adventure.

"Don't text or phone until tomorrow Mark – no phones allowed remember?"

I watched her rush down the path and into the car. With two more pips they were away.

12

I decided to complete some of the jobs which needed doing around the house whilst keeping half an eye on the kids. This took me up to about 6 and for ease had some pizza delivered. It was rather nice eating in the house with just my young ones. Over all the years since their birth I couldn't ever remember it happening without Donna floating about. It was cosy and also nice to just chat. I clearly took things for granted and such moments were good to remind me about the important things in life. Donna not being there also helped me realise just how much I loved her – and needed her. I was happy I had agreed to let her go to the party. Forbidding her to do so may have put a strain on things which after the bedroom fiasco may have made things worse than what they clearly were.

I had no reason to feel jealous or worried. I was Donna's husband, the dad to her kids. The man she loved.

She had no reason to stray. I was the only man she needed.

I considered phoning or texting her but realised it would be no use. After I washed up I tried to imagine what Donna would be doing. She would surely be in her element viewing the treasures. I realised there would a few things she had never seen before, nor ever imagined existed. Despite my reservations with Angela I am sure she would look after Donna -

I bet my wife was having the time of her life.

That night I decided I would arrange a weekend away somewhere. Just the two of us. I didn't want to take Donna for granted again.

The following morning I received a text. Donna would be setting off about 3 or 4 and hoped to be back home for tea. I decided to make something for her. No cook I hoped the thought would count.

As predicted she arrived around 5 though wearing the casual clothes she left in. I met her at the door. Over her shoulder I saw Angela waving to me from the car before speeding off. I let my wife in before hugging her.

"Hey baby – how did it go?"

"There is something you need to know Mark," she said frowning.

"Ok. Tell me."

"I need to go again Mark."

"Where to - the party?"

"Christ Mark you would not believe the things I saw. I've had such a great time!" she said smiling.

"Didn't you get to see everything?"

"Oh god yes! Angela made sure of that!"

"Then why do you need to go again?"

"What? Oh I see ... I mean. There is stuff there I need to do again."

"I don't understand what you mean Donna. We agreed you would only go once and you have said you have seen everything?"

"Well yes Darling. Look, let me freshen up and I'll tell you all about it. Can I smell food?"

As I replied she rushed up stairs. This was strange. Maybe I should be worried after all?

Over our meal we then talked about what Donna wanted to do. I would have been upset if not angry if I had not already decided to take more care of my wife and to not take her for granted. It seemed through Angela she had started to make some friends at the party, had been enthralled by the location and to be honest had rather enjoyed having some time away from me. I could understand this since I myself had rather enjoyed the night without her – a night allowing me to refocus and contemplate upon the things I – and we – had. Donna was prepared for an angry response from me and I think was rather surprised with my calmness.

"Whilst you have been gone Donna I have been thinking about what we have."

"Yes?"

"It's the first time we have been apart since we married and it wasn't until now I realised how much I love you. I love you Donna."

"Oh Mark – I love you too."

And with this she stood to sit on my lap and kiss me passionately – more passion than for many a year.

Bizarrely and it must be admitted rather romantically we finished our dinner whilst sat this way. My legs went to sle ep but my wife is not a heavy girl.

"It seems like it might be a good idea for us to spend a night apart every now and then Donna."

"So I can go to the parties Mark?"

"It's just a shame they are sex parties. I mean what other husband would stand for that? Can't you go somewhere else instead?"

"Oh Mark. Don't you trust me? If I wanted to cheat on you I could do that just as easily somewhere else!"

That was actually a good point. By giving her this freedom then maybe she would be less likely to cheat? After all, there was still our sex life to sort out. Something had to be resolved.

"But isn't membership expensive?"

"Then you wouldn't mind me becoming a member – going regularly? Without you?"

What was I doing? "I guess."

"Oh god Mark! I love you so much!"

Another kiss and a desperately happy wife. Her nice round bum squirming on my lap was making me desperate for something more.

"On one condition."

"Yes."

"I take you to bed."

"What? Now? What about the kids?"

"We can be quiet. They know what their parents do."

Did I sense a slight shift in Donna's attitude? A little hesitant? Was that night in bed playing on her mind?

"I'm tired after the trip down Mark."

Well she certainly wasn't looking tired a moment ago. The exact opposite in fact. Ok. She didn't want me to fuck her. I had to nip this thing in the bud now and resolve the ongoing sexual nag playing on my mind these past few days. It seems there was some substance to my concerns. I had to get her to want sex and not avoid it.

"That's OK. You do look a little tense. You need a massage."

I gently lifted her off my lap and then picked her up, carrying her upstairs.

"A massage? Do you know how?"

I looked into her eyes and showed her my tongue.

Huskily she whispered into my ear "Oh my. Yes. You most certainly do."

And so the cost for membership was forgotten. I had no idea how much it was.
Like teenagers sneaking into their bedroom whilst still living with their parents I gently carried Donna into the bedroom, though it's true I had to put her down on the stairs – I'm not that strong. I lay her on the bed and quickly undressed, cock hard and erect. Donna openly and brazenly and until recently uncharacteristically stared long and hard at it. Was that a slight frown?

I started to undress her. Removing her top I revealed a rather sexy black and purple lace bra I had never seen before. Or had I? Had I bought her this? Christ I really should take more attention. I slowly pulled down her jeans to reveal matching crotchless knickers. These I definitely had not bought. Where was her pubic hair? Donna had stiffened. I looked at her face to see the best poker face ever.

"You have shaved your pussy?"

No answer, just the poker face.

"When did you do this?"

Silence.

"Donna I don't ....."

"Do you like it Mark?" she interrupted.

"Yes but you ..."

"Then shut the fuck up and show me how much you fuckin like it. Get your fuckin head down there now!"

Astonished by Donna's brazen outburst I did as requested. I didn't know what to do with the knickers so gently removed them. Donna didn't protest. Christ this was hot. Something out of internet porn. This didn't happen in real life. And what was happening to my wife? She gripped my head with her strong thighs, my head with both hands and crushed my mouth into her cunt with arching back and squirming hips.

"Make me cum!"

Didn't seem I had much choice. I was in fear of my life, desperately struggling for air, gulping in air and cunt juice in alternating and mixed swallows. So that is why she had shaved. The friction would have grazed the skin. Donna must have planned this before going away. Fuck - the woman was haemorrhaging lubrication, it was pouring down my throat. This was the hottest she had ever been. This was the wildest and most passionate she had ever been.

Or so I thought.

I couldn't cope with this anymore. My cock was straining for attention. I started to pull my head away from her cunt.

Donna's response was immediate. She redoubled her effort and pushed it back.

"Get back! Make me cum you bastard!"

Oh my god! I struggled but continued. After a few moments I increased my efforts and with my extra strength started to pull away. This was violent sex. This was unreal.

I started to move up her body and looked into her flushed face.

"What the fuck are you doing, Mark!"

"I need to fuck you Donna."

"What the fuck with?"

Fuck. Once again the moment was going. Things were cooling down quickly.

"Let me fuck you Babes."

"Get your fuckin bastard tongue back down there into my fuckin cunt NOW!"

"I need to fuck you."

"You don't fuckin get it do you Mark? You just don't fuckin get it? I don't want that fuckin pathetic off-cut of meat anywhere near me. Your cock is pathetic Mark. It's a little boy's dick. It makes me fuckin sick. It's fuckin pathetic. Now get your tongue down to my cunt – inside my cunt - make me cum now else I promise you Mark, I fuckin promise you will never ever fuck me ever again. This isn't sex talk. This isn't some throwaway threat. I am telling you now. I guarantee if you down get down and make me cum with your tongue – and only your tongue – you will never ever fuck me with that excuse for a cock, and nor will I ever look at it or touch it for as long as I live."

And to my eternal shame that is exactly what I did. I went down on her and made her cum.

And then I made her cum again.

And yet again. 3 separate – hard – orgasms.

Oblivious to the kids she screamed the house down.

Then she pushed me off the bed, stood up and walked to the shower.

"I need another shower Needle-Dick," she hissed.

"What about me?"

"I don't fuckin care. Jerk it off if you like but I don't want to see it. And clean your mess up."

I stared at the sheets soaking in her cum. My gaze followed her walk to the shower. She was beautiful. Openly and overtly but still wearing her bra, striding towards the shower in complete control of herself and totally confident in her beauty and faultless body. Not prudish. Not shy. Not introverted.

Brazen.

Proud.

Confident.

Hot.

In a daze I followed her like a faithful dog. Ashamed and humiliated I still needed to cum. Ashamed and humiliated I was still aroused.

As we entered the shower room she sensed my presence.

"Use the toilet then come in the shower and scrub my back."

"Use the toilet?"

"Jerk yourself off in the toilet Mark. Make sure you flush it. Then .... no. Then go and put some swimming trunks on and join me in the shower."

"Why?"

"Just do it Mark. Things have changed now."

No kidding.

13

Astonishingly, things continued over the next couple of weeks in a pretty mundane and normal fashion.

However, there was a difference. Donna insisted we continue the fantasy or sex game for a while to see where it would lead us. Since I most certainly didn't want her to return to her prudish ways I went along for the ride and must admit I rather enjoyed it. I brought her to orgasm with my tongue every night and then jerked off in the bathroom. Humiliating but very arousing. It was also increasing my sexual stamina. I was learning to bring my wife to orgasm – sometimes several times without the overwhelming need to fuck her. I suggested many times I allowed to be naked only to be given an emphatic refusal.

If I didn't wear the swimming trunks then she would wear pjs and I would ***** in the spare room. When I asked her when the game would finish her answer was immediate.

"What game?"

"You know. Me not fucking you and wearing these trunks."

"Maybe it's not a game Mark. Just maybe this is how it is going to be from now on."

"You don't mean that though do you Donna?"

"Don't I Mark?" she winked. "It's no game your cock does nothing for me."

"Well I know but I still have my own needs Donna."

"Then you admit it?"

"That my cock does nothing for you? I could ....."

"And you have a small cock. A tiny cock. A little boys cock."

"Erm ....."

"Say it Mark."

"Erm ..."

"For fucks sake Mark just say it."

And I did.

"I have a small tiny cock. A little boy's cock."

"Yes you do Mark." She repeated dreamily with mind elsewhere. "Yes you most certainly do."

14

"I'm thinking of having a tattoo Mark."

Donna had been to 3 parties now over 3 months. Our "game" was still continuing and nothing was changing. She was still shaving her cunt. I was still bringing her off with my tongue and then jerking off in the bathroom. This was no game anymore. This was reality.

This reality was also costing me £200 a month in membership fees. Serious money I could barely afford.

"Where? What kind?"

"Some of the women in the Dark Knights club have a damsel tattoo. The men have a knight."

"Well that makes sense. I've not seen one on Angela."

"She has one on her thigh. Her underwear covers it."

"Then what's the point? And how would you know?"

"The point?"

I signalled right for the supermarket. It was our weekly shop and as usual we were saying stuff rarely said outside the car.


"What's the point in having a tattoo no-one can see?"

"Don't be naïve Mark. Donna gets fucked senseless at the parties. She must have been fucked by over 20 men last Saturday."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because I was with ...... I mean ...."

"Because you were with her?"

I won't go into more detail but over the 3 months I had been getting ever more concerned about my wife. Her attitude, actions and slips of the tongue were all suggesting to me she was doing much more that viewing the décor at these parties.

I was convinced she was participating in the sex. Donna denied it of course and I was unable to ask Angela or anyone else involved in the Dark Knight organisation – they were forbidden to talk to any none members except potential candidates about it. Donna was using this as an excuse to be vague with me even. It seems I was stuffed but was determined to find out the truth.

"You know what I mean."

"And where would you have the tattoo?"

"Maybe my bum?"

"And who would see it there?"

And so it went on and I was getting the impression Donna was becoming ever more independent, not consulting me or not taking account of my opinion when she did. I was becoming redundant in our marriage. It seems all she wanted was my tongue and my money.

The next party was due in 2 weeks' time and it was then I had decided to do something. I was going to book into the same Travelodge as Donna and Angela but under an assumed name. Unsure of my exact intentions I would probably gate-crash or sneak into the party somehow. I had to find out what was going on. However, all this came to naught with a very strange telephone call I received from Doctor Mervin Jones – the doctor who had initially examined me. When? It seemed a lifetime ago now. It was in the evening and both Donna and I were home.

"Hello."

"Mark Henderson?"

"Speaking."

"Hello there. This is Doctor Jones. I examined you some weeks ago."

"Yes. I remember. Is there a problem?"

"No not at all Mr. Henderson. As far as I am aware you are in perfect health."

Well thank fuck for that. Small mercies.

"Then....."

"Let me explain. I have been correlating some records for the Dark Knight trustees – the senior executive of the organisation."

"Yeeees ....."

"Tell me Mr. Henderson .... Mark. If there was a way would you still be interested in attending one of our parties?"

"Well yes," I swallowed, "of course."

"Excellent. You see, there might be a way."

*****

Doctor Jones made an appointment to see me at the medical centre that weekend – one week before the next party. He didn't go into any other details over the telephone but to say the trustees were keen to solve an ongoing problem plaguing the parties from their inception. It would be necessary to trial a system and so as to keep things as in-house as possible those who had failed membership would be ideal since they were already familiar with the organisation.

He also hinted some of the failed members were causing problems by making threats to go public – something I myself had considered but rejected since Donna was now a fully-fledged paid up member. The trial might go some way to meeting the failures half-way.

I was intrigued, and kept the whole thing to myself. I would decide whether to tell Donna later – that is if she didn't already know.

It wasn't difficult to make up an excuse to drive up to Gomersal – Donna was getting ever more distant and distracted and I suspected didn't really care much what I was up to. Her focus was always on the parties now.
I arrived in good time and Doctor Jones was already waiting for me. He waved me through to his office. What he proceeded to tell me was surprising and to be truthful damn right weird.

I already knew to my eternal shame male membership was restricted by various criteria but especially by cock size. Up until this time I was ignorant of the exact parameters. It seems it was no good for a man to have a long cock without good girth and vice versa. He explained professionally that in my case it made no difference since the visual inspection by Cheryl and Jane confirmed I had a both short and thin cock which would not meet the requirements of the female membership.

Also through the - previous written testimony of my wife – Donna - my cock was unable to give any sexual pleasure what-so-ever. After her interview my medical was a mere formality – I had already been rejected.

Men were required to have a fully erect cock of at least 6 inches in length and 5 inches in girth. Special dispensation was given to men of substantially larger size.

"What kind of size would that be?" I asked.

"Some of our premier members – the gold badge holders – have very big cocks Mark."

"And how big is very big?" I had to ask, "And what kind of dispensation?"

After a few seconds of shuffling through some papers Doctor Jones replied, "3 members have 10 inch cocks, one of which is combined with a 9 girth. They are very popular with the ladies," he chuckled.

"Who is that?"

He looked up from his papers, "I'm sorry Mark," that is confidential. I am already revealing more than I should. I can tell you he is a Frenchman of African origin though."

Jean-Pierre Martin, I thought. So that was why he had the attitude. No wonder with a cock that size. I guessed over twice as long and three times as fat as my own. My mathematical mind quickly calculated a volume many times that of mine. My suspicious mind wondered what affect suck a weapon might have on Donna's freshly shaved cunt.

"Mr. Henderson?"

I had glazed over but shook myself back to reality, "I'm sorry Dr ..... I ....."

"There is no need to apologise. I have seen the very same look in many a lady's eye when confronted with the said gentlemen."

"Then you are a member?" Damn – of course he was.

"For many a year now Mark. The dispensation we give to the gold badge holders – the men with really long fat cocks is free membership."

"Are you a gold badge holder?" I grimaced.

"Alas not I'm afraid. I tend to mix with the more petite women who shy away from such men. I wouldn't want to be compared unfavourably."

Fuck. This is embarrassing. And this guy knows I'm much smaller than even him.

"I'll brief you quickly on our problem Mark," the doctor began. "During the last party there was an incident which involved a staff member. Against all regulations he entered one of our sex rooms ..."

"Sex rooms?" I interrupted.

"Indeed. We have several catering for different tastes."

"I see," I swallowed.

"The staff member entered a dark room where our guests were unable to see him for what he was. Alas he began to participate in the.. erm ... activities. As you can imagine Mark, as a medically unscreened individual the ramifications were potentially horrendous."

"So what happened?"

"Well eventually the alarm was raised. But those guests involved now have the worry of a medical screening and pending results. It's all a mess and something we are determined to not have happen again."

"What happened to the staff member?"

"Oh he was apprehended and befell an 'accident'. Seems he 'fell down some stairs'. Still in hospital actually," the doctor chuckled.

Christ. Thank god I didn't gate-crash the party.

The Doctor went on to outline his proposition. All staff members had been given an ultimatum. They must wear a so-called chastity device for the full duration of the weekend. This would prevent both the male and female staff from indulging in most forms of sexual activity but also - and crucially - make it clearly obvious they were not members - both in the lit and unlit rooms. Obvious because they would not be allowed to wear any clothes.
I had queried this last believing it would be rather offensive to those members there for non-sexual activities, seeing the staff naked.

"What do you mean Mark?"

"Not all members are there for sex are they Doctor?"

A few moments of silence. Jones looked down then up and into my eyes.

"Oh my Mark. Is that what you believe?

"That is what I was told. My wife wanted to see the house."

"Mr. Henderson. Mark. Not only ....."

He stopped himself abruptly before looking down towards his papers again.

What was it he was going to say?

A little too quickly Mervin went on to the proposition details. A significant proportion of staff members had decided to resign. Mervin had then decided to contact failed prospects if they would be interested in filling in temporarily until more staff could be screened. If I accepted I would be required to work two weekends. The first in a fortnight, the second a month after.

I asked about the chastity device.

The Dark Knights had considered them before but had dismissed them since their reliability and security had always been dubious. However, this time a number had been especially commissioned. Since Doctor Jones had already made a genital examination with measurements he insisted a bespoke model would be ready for me on the Saturday I arrived.

I agreed to be a security guard. This was my chance.

"Tell me Mervin, is there any reason my wife should know about this?"

"Not at all Mark, but I'm sure she will see you there."

I'm sure she will.

15

That following week I was still in a quandary as to tell Donna. What decided it for me were her increased distraction and her general disinterest whilst listening to me. She was clearly drifting away and I had to know why. I wouldn't tell her about my new employment and determined to find out exactly what was going on at these sex parties.

My subconscious thought it knew what was happening and that next week my logical mind analysed it. Donna hadn't lost interest in my cock because she had never had any interest. She couldn't feel my cock inside her and found it ugly and repulsive. My cock did not give my wife any sexual pleasure and I summarised couldn't give any other woman any sexual pleasure. She had teased me with this to get me aroused with this ongoing small penis humil iation thing she had thought up but despite this had already - previously - revealed to the dark Knights I had a small cock.

Was she tricked or obligated into this? Maybe she was just being truthful and didn't realise it would lead to my rejection.

It was getting hard for me to know what events occurred in which order and who knew what and when. Was Donna now getting fucked at the parties? Getting fucked by really well hung men? Donna had already said Angela was. Surely - surely - Donna was too, but I had to know for sure and was determined to find out that coming Saturday.

After what happened a few days later I was silly not to have already known for sure.

As usual I was wearing my swimming trunks with small dick safely covered up. My head was buried between Donna's legs. It was the Friday night before the big day.

I was speculating getting fucked with monster cocks may have stretched her cunt but it was very difficult to tell. I wasn't allowed to use my own cock any and was still required to jerk off on my own in private, so any comparison with the almost forgotten sex we used to have was impossible. She lubricated much more freely and was clearly far more sexually aroused by my tongue anyway so her cunt would appear to be different I concluded. It was still smoothly shaved, but was yet to see any tattoo on her body. It was difficult for me to talk because Donna was getting ever more determined and successful at aggressively crushing her cunt into my face.
I was kneeling on the floor with Donna lying on the bed - overhanging legs and feet tightly - painfully - wrapped around my head. Sometimes she would lift herself forward and use her hands to pull her legs more tightly still - grinding and powering her sopping wet cunt into my mouth.

"For fucks sake Mark, can't you get your tongue in any further? Fuck me with your tongue. Fuck me. Try to push it in deeper. And keep licking. Sh it I wish your tongue was longer. For fucks sake. For fucks sake Mark you have to try harder. Deeper."

"Deeper."

"Harder damn it!"

"Faster!"

"Deeper!"

Then she would collapse back onto the bed and start fondling her own tits - twisting and pinching her nipples.
Cunt juice was pouring down my throat and chin, tongue plunging in and out of her cunt, licking her cunt walls and labia. I would struggle to reposition - to move my head back a fraction - gulp a breath of air only to have her raise from the bed again and power my mouth painfully onto her clitoris.

"Make me cum you bastard!"

Struggling to be heard and desperately trying to make a little room I said, "I'm trying to Babes – I'm trying"

Only to have her power her cunt into my mouth again, "Then try harder you needle dicked wanker."

When she came she erupted into spasm flooding my face with cunt juice. She collapsed back onto the back with arms flung above her - body loose and relaxed, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She was in that groggy post orgasmic state.

I was tempted to remove my trunks and release my straining dick but stuck to my plan.

"Do you need some Dark Knight cock now Donna?" I guessed.

Her reply was immediate and whispered - unthinking - "Yes. God, yes."

I rushed to the toilet and jerked off.

What was happening to me?

16

I was in something of a fluster the following morning. Donna was following her usual routine so didn't seem to notice. Since she thought I was housesitting for the time she would be gone I didn't want to make any of my own preparations and give the game away.

I waited impatiently for Angela to pick her up before launching into action. It was just as well Donna went to Angela's house first and not to the house directly or I wouldn't have had time. An added complication was sorting the kids out. I made some story up but ended up having to go get Donna's mum to stay over whilst we were both away.

I left the house about 90 minutes after the women and raced north.

Security was waiting for me and directed me to the auxiliary car park behind the main house, for which I drove past the one used by the members. Only with hindsight do I remember seeing an Aston Martin. I must have dismissed a half recollection. I was greeted by a rather burly looking chap and ushered through a rear entrance

I was in the house at last.

And immediately shocked.

Greeting me was a rather lovely young lady wearing house shoes and chastity device.

And nothing more.

Of course. A staff member. It was a condition. But I was still shocked.

"Hello Mark," she smiled, "my name is Shirley. If you would like to follow me the doctor needs to see you straight away."

Desperately trying not to stare at her breasts I was contented to follow her through what were clearly once servant's areas of the house and admired her naked bum. My engineering mind also noticed how the chastity device was made from some kind of material not metal and very snugly hugged her body. There was a securing band of some kind around her lovely waist but I couldn't see any locking mechanism.

Following a short walk I entered a fully modernised area completely at odds with the area I had just seen. It reminded me of the clinical minimalism from my interview.

There were a few men milling about. Shirley left me. Then I saw the doctor.
I was about to make some conversation with the other men - presumably fellow temporary staff - when Mervin Jones asked for our attention.

"Please forgive me gentleman but time is of the essence. Would you all please take a seat? There is a mandatory instructional video you must all watch. As you all know you will all be wearing chastity devices for the duration of the event and there is a legal obligation we have to follow. So, take a seat and please pay attention."

There were about 20 of us in all varying in age and stature. I did guess I was probably the youngest present though. We sat in the designer chairs and looked up to wall mounted plasma. Doctor Jones dimmed the lights.
What we saw was an astonishing video.

First up was the Lucas Advanced Electronics logo.

But what did Donna's work have to do with this? Then I remembered seeing Rupert Lucas' Aston Martin in the car park. What the fuck? Was Lucas a member? Was the Dark Knights his foundation?

The video went on to explain the inadequacies and design faults with regular male chastity devices. Following experimentation the foundation had been unable to find a device meeting their criteria and so had commissioned bespoke models - from their associate company.

So the Dark Knights were Lucas. Fuck.

And with their knowledge in polymers and electronics had made modifications to standard designs.
Without going into too much detail the devices were made of air breathing polymer with a closed tube and belt arrangement - I remembered Shirley's. It was locked with a single electronic catch at the front of the belt. Although we would only be wearing the devices for a number of hours they were designed to be worn for indefinite periods - permanently is necessary. As I watched fascinated at the beauty and simplicity of them I wondered what was to prevent the polymer from being cut. It was flexible and strong but not that strong.
The electronic key was very neat. A Small USB socket with cover flap would link it via lead to a PC. It would snap shut but need the electronic code to be opened.

A very slightly bulkier version used mobile telephone technology to link it wirelessly - presumably from anywhere with a signal.

A type 3 version - bulkier still but still remarkably streamlined - included a system were the device could be set to unlock after a set period of time.

And then the kicker with a demonstration which brought tears to the eyes.

In the video a device was placed on a realistic looking dummy with fake genitalia. The securing belt was then cut into with a small set of bolt cutters.

When the belt fell away the device had cut into and fully removed all genitalia.

Seems the polymer contained imbedded strands of silicon. Break any strand anywhere in the device and three separate tension coils are snap released. Since already under tension power is needed only to open the catch - just like the lock and done with a mobile phone battery.

Beautifully simple and cruelly effective.

Cut the device and lose your cock and balls. Forget to recharge the battery via the usb - same result.
No wonder there was a legal obligation and no wonder we were asked to sign a disclaimer.

Following the video presentation and the revelation the Dark Knight's foundation was organised by Lucas Advanced Electronics - the company both Donna and Angela worked for - Doctor Mervin Jones bundled us through into a second room.

In this area we were joined by some of the permanent staff members where we undressed. Lockers with combination locks were provided for our clothes. We were instructed to strip naked – even losing our shoes before being ushered into yet another room. Here I had the disconcerting and uncomfortable displeasure of lining up with maybe another 30 naked men. Some of the others – possibly hailing from industrial backgrounds – were clearly comfortable with this, but even with the comfort I have with my own body, I still found this awkward.

When, after just a few minutes, I reached the head of the line I could see what was happening. I was waved by Doctor Jones into a curtained alcove.

Once inside I was greeted by Doctor Jane Melrose, the doctor who interviewed me – when? – a few weeks ago? A lifetime ago it seemed.

She wore a white smock with cotton gloves. I stood naked before her. The second time this woman had seen me and the second time she had seen me naked. She held what could only be my chastity device.

"Hello Mark", she smiled. "Nice to see you again. I see you and ....,"she glanced down between my legs," your little dick made if after all."

Standing naked before her whilst this pretty professional woman insulted me – even if in a good natured way – I was unable to think of a suitable reply. I remained silent.

"OK," she continued, "slip these on as you would a pair of boxers please."

As I was doing this she helped me with the fitting. For want of a better description they were almost like a very thin version of disposable nappies. She was very careful to secure 3 polymer covered rings correctly which were connected and integral to the device. I knew these to be the tension wires. One wrapped around the base of my testicles and the other two around my penis. The polymer itself was quite elastic but this process was still awkward despite Jane's profession patience and practice. She was however absolutely adamant the device was positioned correctly.

"Just to remind you again, Mark should you lever open the lock or cut the polymer, or even input an incorrect password via the USB these coils will be released. They will slice through your testicles and also your penis in two separate places – one at the base and one just below the head. As you should have seen on the video your entire genitalia will be removed and you will need to seek immediate medical attention so as not to ble ed out."

"Crikey," I gulped.

"Should an accident occur you should stop the blee ding with a compress of some kind."

"And my dick and balls?"

"I wouldn't worry about those Mark. The coils will make quick work of them."

"And have there been any accidents?"

"No. Just don't try to take the device off. I will do that tomorrow. Should you need to empty your bowels you are aware there is a hole at the back but it can be a bit messy so try to avoid it. If you need to take a leak then just do it sitting down. The polymer is permeable. We have installed small water hoses and driers in the staff washrooms for you to stay dry and clean but you will be shown that after this fitting."

I grunted acknowledgement.

Whilst talking Doctor Melrose had continued with the fitting. Eventually she snapped the waistband and lock shut.

"OK. This is the model with wireless. It can be accessed either through the USB or via our wireless network. Don't try either yourself. If you do it wrong ...."

"I will be made a eunuch."

At this she looked up from the device and at my face. She smiled and then giggled.

"Yes Mark. I never thought of it that way. But I guess you would prefer to keep even such a small dick yes? Anyway, I have to fit many more and time is short. Doctor Jones will guide you out and show you some house shoes. Have fun Mark."

And he did just that. I chose a pair just my size and was now correctly attired for duty.
Naked but for chastity device and shoes. Nice.

I was introduced to a permanent member of staff – similarly attired – who would show me around and fill me in on my duties. After the hustle and bustle of the previous few minutes, the growing excitement of eventually getting to see this place and hopefully what Donna was really up to something became much more relaxed.

Tom led me through some more of the administration area and staff areas. I wasn't surprised to learn my duties were to casually patrol a given area with an emphasis of listening out for various code phrases and words which would mean someone was unhappy about something. It would be my job to calm things down and make sure no violence or nastiness occurred until a more experienced member of staff arrived. I was forbidden to leave my allotted area or those areas available to staff. Either Tom or the woman who initially greeted me – Shirley – should be around my area should any trouble start.

I was allowed to talk to the guests only when spoken to and was discouraged from doing so at all.
I was absolutely forbidden to touch a guest unless so as to break up trouble. I was also asked to try not to ogle the female guests too much – or at least overtly.

Before I knew it we were before large double doors back in the style and decor of the traditional house.

I could hear people talking and laughing.

Having a good time.

Tom reached for the door.

17

And so, at last, after what seemed like a lifetime I entered the Dark Knights.

I must have looked completely ridiculous wearing just house shoes and a chastity belt, but I didn't feel it. I was just so relieved and excited to be entering into the main hall. At last I could get to see what these parties were all about. At last I could get to see what my beautiful Donna was getting up to.

And if she really was fucking some men? What then would I think? What then would I do?
I didn't know, but I had to find out.

I just had to.

Tom pushed the doors open and I followed him into Hell.

Or was it?

The room was large and presumably baroque - whatever that is. I would call it big and gaudy.
Tom was talking to me, giving me instructions but I didn't hear him. There were plenty of people milling about, mostly standing in groups, enjoying a wine or spirits - and juice even.

Talking. Enjoying. Laughing. And fully clothed.

If I didn't know otherwise I would say it was some kind of award presentation. Most of the men wore dinner jackets and ties - the women cocktail dresses - often very sexy but still perfectly decent.

No nudity.

No sex.

.....and no Donna.

Maybe there wasn't anything to worry about after all?

At least I couldn't see her but it was busy. Maybe she hadn't arrived yet?

Then I heard Tom talking to me. "This is the main reception hall Mark, where the members initially gather and relax. This is one of the areas you are allotted to patrol. Generally, it is best to skirt the hall and keep a discreet eye on proceedings. Remember this is the first time staff members have been attired like this so you may get some smirks or stares. Just ignore it. You job is to stop trouble."

Tom then started to skirt the hall with me whilst explaining the code words and alarm cries I should know. He said trouble was very rare and almost unknown in the areas I was to patrol. He would stay with me for a few minutes then go about his own business before returning later. I was here for peace of mind more than anything else. After the incident recently the members wanted to know they were being kept safe. Some were still a little jumpy.

I was going to ask him about the group sex rooms Doctor Jones had mentioned but he was busy escorting me through some more doors into a second smaller room.

As I walked into this second room my heart started to beat a little quicker.

I noticed around the edge of the room there were clothes pegs and stands, many empty and many being used.

"This is the changing area," said Tom.

"I see," I murmured.

There was a lot of nudity in this room. There were many people with clothes on. There were some with a few clothes on. There were more with no clothes on.

I had been warned not to ogle but I couldn't help it.

There was a lot of nudity in this room.

"Sexual activity is forbidden in this and the previous room Mark," said Tom. "It is unlikely any would occur but is it does you must remind the people involved to retire to one of the sex rooms."

"Mark?" Tom said.

"Hey!" Tom nudged me this time. "Are you listening to me?"

His nudge got my attention. "Sorry Tom."

"It's OK. I understand. But try not to ogle OK?"

"Yeah"

Tom remained with me for a few more minutes and explained this and the previous room was my patrol area. Other than these two rooms I could only go back through the main doors to the servants area should I need to freshen up, but even then must wait for him to relieve me.

When he left I started to look ever harder for any sign of Donna, Angela or anyone else I knew. I was getting increasingly agitated at not seeing my wife and although not strictly permitted I started to cross through the middle of both rooms so as to better see the guests.

It was some 10 minutes later, after both rooms were gradually filling up I saw a woman in the changing room who just could possibly be Cheryl Conner - one of the women who examined me all that time ago. I started to approach her in the hope of finding out where Donna might be.

Her back was to me and she was naked.

She had a large black damsel tattooed to her buttock.

She was in a group of four women - all totally naked. They were laughing, giggling, and having fun. Realising I was breaking the rules by touching a member I touched her on her shoulder.

She turned to face me.

It wasn't Cheryl.

It wasn't anyone I knew.

All four women stopped to look at me, casually looking me up and down. I couldn't help but notice all had completely shaved cunts. These women were there for sex.

"Hello!" they giggled in chorus.

"You are new!" said one in a slightly slurred voice.

"He's nice!" said the third.

"Oh I am terribly sorry," I said, "I thought I knew you."

This is how I got to start talking to these women even if I wasn't supposed to, and to be honest it was exhilarating to be amongst four naked women showing me so much attention. I am not sure what we talked about but it was fun.

And they were so relaxed. So completely relaxed.

I had got so enthralled with these women I wasn't taking much attention to what was going on around us and it was with start when another man - a member - pushed in on our group.

He too was naked. He was big. He was black. And he was French.

It was Jean-Pierre Martin.

The atmosphere in our little group changed immediately. From relaxed it became tense and I got worried. I wasn't supposed to be doing this and had yet to find Donna. And I remembered the guy who had "fallen down the stairs".

But there was no need. The atmosphere hadn't changed for the reason I suspected but for something else entirely.

All four women suddenly turned from me to face and welcome Jean-Pierre and were they were relaxed with me they became suddenly tense with this black man.

It wasn't rocket science to know why.

Talking to me these ladies were safe. My little cock safely locked away meant they could talk and giggle and play.

Talking to this guy was completely different. His limp flaccid cock was huge yes - but when erect I knew from Doctor Jones he was packing a 10" long, 9" girth monster. And the rest of his finely chiselled athletically cut body would arouse jealously in any man - and desire in any woman.

This guy was packing some serious meat and these women knew it.

And they wanted him.

Wanted it.

Wanted it bad.

That's when I saw for real the affect such a man had on women. With me they were nice and pleasant and playful. They knew I could ogle and watch them and admire their nakedness and they could glory in that. All four were pretty and all four could rejoice in their femininity with each other and with a man - a man who they knew was no threat - a man who would not - could not - do anything with them but get painfully flustered and frustrated.

I was locked up.

Safe.

They knew it and I knew it. And so they brazenly displayed their beautiful femininity. Teasing as only women can – breasts and bums thrust out with hands brushing themselves and each other. Laughing, giggling and teasing and getting ever more aroused doing it. Skin starting to flush. Nipples starting to harden. Pupils starting to dilate.

Let's talk to him. He's sweet. He is nice.

Oh fuck. It's Jean-Pierre. He isn't sweet. He isn't nice. Oh my no he isn't nice. And he has fat 10" cock which could cut me in two.

And these women couldn't care a rat's arse about how nice or sweet he wasn't. On the contrary right then they didn't want nice and sweet. They wanted cock. They wanted his cock. They wanted it so very, very bad.

Right then and there they dropped me like a hot potato. Not because they were rude or impolite but because they had other more pressing things to worry about. Which was how many of them could get this sex machine to fuck their brains out. All they cared about right there and then was getting this man in a sex room and to ram his thick long cock inside them.

I was thankful this man wasn't going to make a scene about me talking to the members - my initial worry.
I was about to make a hasty retreat away from them when, looking past one of the women I saw another woman approaching us - approaching me.

Around 5'5" – large breasts and bum. More grey eyes than blue, and a much more subtle fair haired blonde than peroxide. A very good looking lady in a rather understated way.

She too was naked.

Shaved cunt. Hair tied back. Thick, heavy slutty make-up.

She was angry. She was staring straight at me.

It was Angela.

"What the fuck are you doing here you fucking needle dicked wanker!"

"Pleased to meet you too," I replied sarcastically.

Both Jean-Pierre and the other women stood back to give us room, possibly excited at what could only become a rather interesting "incident".

"You shouldn't be here Mark."

"Well it seems I am doesn't it Angie."

Angie stood there staring up at me, legs apart, hands on hips wearing nothing but body stocking and high heels. She was shaking with fury but managed somehow to contain it.

"You need to go now Mark. This is no place for you. This is a place for real men," with this a side-long glimpse at Jean-Pierre.

"Well that is where you are wrong Angie. I am here as an employee to assure your safety. So if you don't mind I will resume my duties."

It was weird looking back. Like some kind of Mexican stand-off. Angie in her body stocking and heels. Me in my chastity device and the four naked women and Jean-Pierre. Those other people milling about around us had also stopped their thing to look in on the scene. I'm sure it was just as noisy in the room with all the things going on but for me and us it seemed time stood still and all was quiet. All we needed was a church bell chiming or wind pump creaking.

Visualising the scene it must have looked totally ridiculous. But for me and those there it wasn't. It was just some stupid blonde bitch of a woman who I blamed for corrupting my wife.

"Fuck off Angie. Go and suck some cock."

With this I turned to go but Angie replied with her bombshell.

"I expect Donna has had it all."

With this she turned to go.

"Where is Donna?" I said to her retreating back.

"She'll be in the Gold room," smirked Jean-Pierre, "She spends most of her time there."

What had Doctor Jones said? - Some of our premier members – the gold badge holders – have very big cocks Mark.

"Where is the Gold room?" I said.

"Follow me," he said.

And I did.

18

Our group – the four ladies, Jean-Pierre and I approached a single aptly coloured gold door upon which was inscribed, 'Gold Room. No entry to men not of gold membership. Ladies to use extra caution'. Jean-Pierre nodded to a staff member standing at the door who did not recognise me and was presumably there to restrict entry.

"It's OK," he said, "he's with us."

Jean–Pierre then stepped to one side and allowed me to enter the room first, and so I did.

I was confronted with an astonishing vision ingrained upon my memory like no other. I will never forget that moment, nor will the memory fade. It remains the single most vivid and lucid memory I have.

I am unsure of the size of the room but it was unfurnished but for a cushioned vinyl floor with steps and platforms to facilitate the guests' activities. Everything was coloured black and there were hidden sources of low light gradually changing colour. The light levels were just enough to see things clearly, but showing the writhing bodies before me to good effect. And the smell. Perfume and musk and scent but also sex. Not overpowering but a strong heady smell of sweat, discharge and semen.

As my eyes slowly adjusted to the new light what confronted me were maybe 20 women and 4 or 5 men. These women were the ones who not only loved cock, but loved really big long fat cocks. Maybe women who needed such huge organs to stretch them, fill them and ultimately satisfy them.

As I continued to watch, my own cock began to respond. I felt it harden into the coils surrounding it. Tighter and tighter until I began to feel the pain. At first just a discomfort but then a noticeable constriction at the base of my cock and just below the head – the places I knew the coils were ready to slice through it and thus remove, and destroy it.

Jean-Pierre led the four women past me only to be engulfed into the sea of writhing bodies before me.

And then the sounds.

There was music playing from somewhere but seemed to emanate from all around me. Not loud music but soft and unassuming. Pleasant but unmemorable. Above the music were the sounds of sex. The grunts, moans and whispers. The shouts and screams.

A sexual paradise. A festfuck. An orgy.

My cock tried harder to burst from its cage. The pain grew too until it compelled my cock to subside.

As I approached my eyes were confused with the mass of bodies, but I saw Cheryl Andrews and Karen McDonald from the interview. Both were naked, writhing against and kissing each other in ecstatic foreplay awaiting their share of cock. Jean-Pierre was about to penetrate some whore from the rear, the slut facing away from me was on all fours.

The bitch was actually straddled over a man lying underneath her, taking his huge cock into her cunt. Another man I recognised as Pete Conner was standing before her, easing his gigantic rod into her mouth. Despite her frantic and valiant efforts, it was far too big, barely managing to take the pulsing, bulbous head.

And as the sweating, wanton hussy eased forward Jean-Pierre was thrusting his own massive man-meat into her arse. Incredible. Triple penetration. 10" of cock reaming this bitch into a sexual frenzy. This just wasn't possible. How could any woman take such huge cocks without them ripping her apart?

And she was loving it. Screaming with pleasure. Suddenly Pete erupted semen on to her face. In a daze the slut licked and swallowed what she could, allowing copious amounts of excess jism to flow down her chin and neck.

Then with a single, long hard thrust Jean-Pierre buried nearly a foot of fat black cock balls deep into her white arse.

"Oh my fucking god!" she screamed. "Oh god yes!" She screamed and screamed and screamed with orgasm.

It was my wife.

19

I was consumed with fury. I pushed towards my wife, knocking everyone out of the way. Treading on bodies, tripping on limbs. I screamed in fury, "Donna you whore! What the fuck are ........"

Darkness descended upon me.

I came to consciousness in my car. I was still naked and Donna was driving. She was wearing some kind of black dress which barely covered her. The kind with which a woman cannot wear any underwear. Slits up the thigh preventing the wearing of knickers. Thin straps and low cut preventing the wearing of a bra. Was this the dress I had bought and not seen? She saw I was coming to and looked at me. She was wearing thick heavy make-up. She stunk of cum. Her hair was an almighty mess – covered in cum. She was flushed and panting. I was still groggy.

"What the ...." I mumbled.

"Oh god Mark. Are you OK? I thought they had killed you!"

"Where are we? What happened?"

"You got crazy Mark. Can't you remember? The men tried to restrain you but you kept fighting them off! We couldn't control you. Tom and some of the other staff came in and held you down. You started to fight them off too! Oh god Mark! Jean-Pierre kicked you in the head. I thought he had killed you!"

"How? How did I get here?"

"Tom and another guy carried you to your car. Shirley got your keys and my things. We managed to get you out before things turned nasty."

"Where are we going?"

"Home. We need to get you home. Who is looking after the kids?"

"Your Mum."

"Fuck Mark. Why did you do it?"

"I needed to know Donna."

"Sh it Mark. You have always known. There was no need for this. Now it's all a mess. And so am I. Look at me. I am covered in cum. The stuff is flooding out of my cunt and arse. It's all over the seat."

"How many men Donna?"

"It doesn't matter Mark. We need to get you sorted out. Look at you. You have a bruise the size of a cricket ball on your head."

"Well it's over now."

"Like fuck it is Mark. You are still wearing the chastity cage."

20

And so we found ourselves sitting at the kitchen table the following Sunday morning. Donna's mum was asleep when we got home and so we both managed to sneak into our own home without incident. Donna showered and managed to get most of the cum off and out of her and drank some milk to help settle all that in her stomach. I cleaned up and went straight to bed with the moth er of all headaches.

And Donna was right. I had known she was fucking. What else could she be doing? But I was surprised – amazed at the extent she was getting reamed - ruined even.

"Christ Donna, you were taking the guy in your arse. You've never done that with me. You've never even sucked my cock! And 3 men at once for fucks sake! And how the fuck could you take those things? Those guys are huge! And in the arse!"

"Mark. It's just sex. I love you. That's all that matters."

"You love me? Then how could you do this to me?"

"To save our marriage. So I can stay with you. I need this now. I don't think I can live without it, but I love and want to stay with you."

And so it went on. Donna had intended to not have sex that first time just as she said. But she had been caught up in the moment and tasted the dark side. From then on she was hooked. She admitted that it was like losing her virginity – discovering sex for the first time. Finding what sex should be like. Not that which I gave her with my little pathetic dick.

"We need to get this cage off me Donna."

"I know Mark. I am so sorry."

"Sorry? That's no good. We need to get the password so I can remove it."

"Go ring Angie Mark. Ring her now," she said sadly.

I was about to refuse. I didn't want anything to do with that bitch but something about Donna's manner both scared and worried me.

"What's the number?"

"In the memory," she whispered shaking her head. My wife started to cry.

"Donna ..."

"Ring her Mark. Ring her now."

And so I did.

*****

"Angela? It's Mark."

"Hey Needle-dick. How's the head?"

"I need the password for my chastity device."

"Yes you do don't you?"

Christ. I was getting really worried now. I was at the mercy of this bitch. What was it she had said all that time ago? Take it back now or it will be ten times harder for you.

"So what is it?"

"No one in the organisation will speak to you about Dark Knight business Mark. You have been ostracised. That includes me."

"Look you fucking bitch. I have to get this cage off. What's the fucking password?"

"Temper, temper Mark. Erm. Let me think now. OK. As your sponsor I might be able to work something out. Tell you what, here is the deal. Are you listening?"

"Yeah. I'm listening."

"If I see Donna at every party for ... let me see .... the next .... year, then I will see what I can do."

"Yeah, right. Get serious Angie."

"You don't agree?"

"What's the deal? Seriously."

"I am serious Mark," Angie whispered. "And agree now or it is 2 years."

"Fuck you!"

"2 years."

"You fucking bitch. I'll talk to Doctor Jones."

"And you use your tongue on me after every party. Eat every last drop of Jean-Pierre's cum out of my cunt."

"Fuck off!"

And I slammed the phone down.

21

Angela was absolutely right. Over the following week I contacted every single person I knew who was connected with the Dark Knights. From Sir Rupert Lucas right down to Shirley and Tom, no one would talk to me about the organisation. I even drove up to Gomersal with the hope of seeing Doctor Jones or Doctor Melrose but was refused entry. I considered Doctor Melrose my best hope since whom else would know about any password for my cage anyway? It was with a heavy heart I talked it over with Donna the following Sunday.

"I have no choice Donna."

"I know Mark. Ring Angela. She's the only one who can help. I've already spoken to her about this and she said the trustees will want to see you punished anyway. Even if she wanted to she wouldn't be able to get the password until they are convinced you have learnt your lesson."

"I could go public."

"Yes you could. But what would happen? Denials? Court cases? And still no release."

"I need to get this thing off. It's been a week now."

"Oh Mark. You'll get used to it. You'll be OK. I'm sorry. I really am, but you need to start thinking about years of chastity, not weeks. I'm afraid you are going to be locked up for a very long time."

"Did she mean it? Two years?"

"After last week it might be more Mark. See what she says. Try to negotiate with her. If you aren't careful they might delete the password - you'll never cum or use your cock again."

"Fuck. Negotiate? What with?"

"Your tongue Mark. Your tongue is amazing. Negotiate with that. Say you'll try your hardest with it."

"Christ."

"I know Mark. I know."

22

"Angela?"

"Yes?"

"What if I guarantee to use my tongue the best I can?"

"You wait for us at the hotel after every party"

"Who are us?"

"Me. Donna, and any other woman I want you to service. You eat every last drop of cum out of every orifice from every woman."

"Christ Angie."

"And you swallow it."

"Fuck."

"Agreed?"

"For how long Angie?"

"5 years Mark. 5 long years."

©Copyright 2014 by poorlittlejake

Excellent really erotic story, well done!
Looking forward to the next instalments!
It would be fantastic if an artist could come up with some erotic illustrations to accompany your writing!