Chapter 1
April 2016
Consciousness drifted slowly up through the mists of slumber, extinguishing a formless confusion of disjointed illusions as it broke the surface and nudged Laura Bronson awake. She opened one eye, squinting into the glare of morning sunlight, and then shut it again. She lay motionless for a few moments as her senses synchronized and she became fully alert, then she smiled indulgently and stretched with a luxuriant yawn.
They had totally pushed the limits of excess after their night at the club and she basked in a warm glow of fulfilment, still intoxicated by the magical charm of gluttonous sexual extravagance. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d experienced at the club and didn’t bother to think of how many more as they overwhelmed each other with insane passion after they got home.
She raised an arm to inhale the musky aroma of enduring pheromone release lingering on her naked skin. It was what Doug referred to as nature’s most powerful aphrodisiac, the fragrance of pure post passion puurrrrrrrfection and she wasn’t afraid to admit how the tang stirred up her libido. Absently twirling the silky soft tufts of dark axillary hair, she savoured the physical buzz of coital contentment. She’d long ago abandoned the weekly ritual of shaving, tagging it sexist and a superficial exercise in vanity. Then she’d met Doug and his fetish for unshaven armpits justified her subtle declaration of liberty. Burying his face in her hairy armpits and breathing in the scent of her drove him nuts with desire. There could never be a better reason to not shave.
She glanced down over her full-figured body and beamed, grateful for every ounce of it. Her alluring 38DD breasts, her cuddly tummy, broad hips and heavy thighs were well proportioned and complimented her height. By any standards she was a large woman endowed by nature with straight white teeth, sparkling emerald green eyes, a perfect skin and striking peaches and cream complexion. Her thick auburn hair shone with the good health sought after by marketers of hair care products and the radiance of her smile could take the gloom out of a rainy day. There were a number of characteristics you could not ignore about Laura Bronson, the most prominent of which was her undeniable sex appeal and entrenched qualities of desirability. She was an exquisitely attractive woman despite her oversized frame and not a day went by without Doug reminding her of it. “You are just so fucking gorgeous”, as if in awe of having just discovered something he had been previously unaware of.
She rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow looking down at the sleeping man beside her. She would never grow tired of looking at him. The sheet was down over his waist, exposing his well defined athletic torso and the spread of dark hair covering his chest. His rugged good looks, deep tan and thick dark hair gave him a dominant and compelling, celebrity like appearance. It was an image reverently upheld in his professional and social circles, but starkly contradicted his bi-sexuality and his affinity towards being humiliated or sexually subjugated in the bedroom. Her gaze moved to the bedside pedestal and the array of “toys” they’d used through their hours of wild sexual adventure. The restraints, the collar and leash, the lube, the anal dildo, the paddle, the gag, the whip, the nipple clamps, the blind fold, and her personal favourite, her cucumber dildo, affectionately known as “Cumbert.”
It had been a long time since normal vanilla sex had been adequate in their joint pursuit of true satisfaction. They had evolved through a diversity of carnal pleasures, ever moving the boundaries, spontaneously exploring and experimenting while increasingly becoming more adventurous in their love of kinky unorthodox techniques of pleasing each other. Their total trust and uninhibited enthusiasm to share their thoughts and desires in open non-judgmental compatibility, made it seem as if they were wired to a parallel and synchronized thought processes.
Their discovery of each other had been an implausible coincidence and an unlikely match, but they’d grown into one another and become inseparable best friends, passionately unrestrained lovers and soul mates with no secrets or inhibitions. Somewhere, cloaked in a shroud of irrelevance, was a marriage certificate proclaiming them to be husband and wife, but their marriage bore no significance. They were joined in spirit and their life together went so much deeper than anything declared binding on a piece of paper. Their relationship had come into bloom when Doug was just eighteen and fresh out of school, Laura had been twenty eight at the time and they’d only gone through the rituals of marriage as a middle finger gesture to critics of their relationship, the most vocal of whom had been Doug’s abusive father.
He looked so innocent and vulnerable in his sleep and she was grateful he’d eased into her life all those years ago. She loved him with a passion for which words had yet to be invented. It had the quality of a mother’s love, combined with the intensity, passion and voraciousness of a promiscuous, star struck teenager. He was her rock, a towering pillar of strength and support yet he never sought to feed his ego by controlling or possessing her. Instead he accepted her emancipation and shared her liberty, giving unwavering sanction to her free spirit. He encouraged her nymphomania and eagerly participated in the eroticism of it. He gave significance to her love of role playing her fantasies, fetishes and obsessions, whether with him or other couples and singles of either gender. With Doug, their journey of adventurous sexual discovery had come naturally from the beginning and she could live her fantasies uninhibited. The lust created in her role as a dominatrix was pure ecstasy and instilled in her a sense of passion and pleasure. But she was a switch, frequently becoming masochistically enthused by the undignified humility of being the slut in a rough gang fuck or simulated rape in an audacious lifestyle of unconventional, spur-of-the-moment exploration.
Doug had been the first of her many lovers,
she’d long ago lost count of how many
to fully understand and accept her. He responded to her and respected her sexual passion. He gave her confidence and while dominance was an exquisite turn on for her, he was equally aroused by spontaneous sexual humiliation and submissive. He was just as adept when she switched and demanded he use her like his slut, which in itself was a variation of sexual subservience to her. Their versatile and nonconformist lifestyle came so naturally to them it seemed perfectly normal.
Their active membership of an exclusive club for “like-minded people” provided a plethora of prospects to indulge their ever evolving fantasies. They called it “The Club” but it was a lifestyle; a celebration of astronomical pleasures derived from the extravagance of adventurous sex. Sharing their sexual addiction with other partners was a turn on of insane proportions for both of them. Their “club” activities had all the characteristics of an alternative form of religion. The equivalent of couples who draw comfort and soul cleansing going to church, their devotion revolved around pleasures of the flesh. They suffered no moral discomfort over their lifestyle and were mutually passionate and obsessed with it. They cherished the sexual interactions with other couples and singles, accepting the unspoken obligation to respect limits and boundaries that went with swinger encounters. Watching each other in the intense grip of sexual oblivion with other partners was like the average spouse looking on with pleasure and pride as their partner received an achievement award. Alone with each other, there were no boundaries but frequent unexpected surprises with no warning or permission sought. They spontaneously expressed themselves and their innermost desires and infatuations in uninhibited ecstasy, creating virtual out of body experiences in a fourth dimensional haze of rapture without fear of judgement or apprehension.
“Orgy Night,” at the club was a monthly event; a free for all indulgence with no limit to the number of couples wishing to participate. It was an opportunity for members to lose themselves in the large, dimly lit orgy room which was empty apart from something resembling a huge wrestling mat laid out wall to wall on the floor. There were no rules of engagement. It was an unrestricted mass of naked bodies writhing in sexual pleasure where “anything goes.”
Doug and Laura had indulged themselves the previous night. Initially the action had been mixed romping, with men and women indiscriminately exploring each other’s nudity and spontaneously interacting in a frenzy of sexual abandon. Doug had been in a deep kissing embrace with a buxom blonde who writhed wildly and groaned in response to his hand in her groin. Laura watched as one of the younger members intervened pressing his cock between their lips. The intensity of her arousal was overwhelming as she saw Doug open his mouth to share it with the blonde, but her head was moved aside, and the cock was pressed into Doug’s mouth. He took it in a deep, full mouthed embrace. Rising to his knees and putting his hands around the man’s buttocks he pulled him in, running his tongue around the rigid shaft. As Laura had anticipated, the action attracted attention and immediately Doug was targeted as four guys started to fondle his rigid cock and stroke his ass. Lube was applied to his anus and he willingly succumbed, going down on all fours. Laura felt a shudder of anticipation as the first cock was rubbed up and down his crack and then slowly eased into him. Male on male fucking was her all time favourite spectator sport and watching Doug drove her to heights of arousal for which there were no words.
They took turns to ass fuck him dog style while the buxom blonde lay down in front of him, her shapely legs wide spread, pussy wet and waiting and he’d gone down on her while riding against the rigid cocks filling his anal passage. Laura watched, writhing in consummate rapture while being orally pleasured by the female partner of one of the men fucking Doug.
Then Laura had been targeted and she enthusiastically gave herself up to being the gang submissive. She had been taken by five men one after the other and two women, who had broken away from each other to give her their attention. One had attached herself to Laura’s lovely full tits and mouth, while the other went down on her like a bulldog eating his porridge. Her orgasms came in rolling waves of pure ecstasy.
