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I don't know why I let her get us into this mess. The invitation had come from one of Jennifer's friends. At first I thought it was some kind of tennis thing, or maybe the art museum comittee again. We are upper crust, I am a lawyer, most of my friends have trophy wives, beautiful little things that help us spend our money, driving around in 50 thousand dollar SUV's, raising our spoiled children, satisfying our needs........ It took me awhile to put it together, on the nights of her meetings she would come home and go immediately to bed, but soon after the lights were out I would feel her smooth hand massaging my scrotum as the other quickly jacked my cock to erection. All of the sudden, we were having the best sex ever in our 7 year marriage, every night a new position, a technique or a fetish. A few days later I cornered her in the kitchen, it didn't take her long to confess. "We don't swing, Jennifer. I don't care what our friends are doing" "It's not a swingers club, it's a wives club" she said, 'If I get accepted then you get acccepted then when another couple wants to join you get to inititate his wife along with the rest of the guys" "It's like networking, John, only you use you cock." "You always say you want some young stuff,the last girl was 22" she whispered. Then I saw that devilish litttle grin of hers, the one she gets when I buy hersomething nice and expensive. But it was the thought of a 22 year old bouncing on my cock that made my nuts twitch and sealed the deal. The rules of the club were simple. Anything goes, end of story. Jennifer brought a few tapes home to pique my interest, so to speak. Pique they did, hours and hours of interviews, bikini shots and full pink. It was like the Sears catalog of babes. After that came the good stuff. For every teasing, they were made to please, and please well, in the most perverted and ingenious ways. Dressed in expensive outfits, with hundreds of dollars of makeup, they were used by studs who would never have the chance to do such fine women. Grocery boys, porters, auto mechanics, all got their turn at our trophy wives, who offered up their fine little bodies for the taking to please their husbands. Sometimes they just watched, sometimes they participated, but the object was to train the girls to do what they were told to do. Not a bad idea, really. The movies they took of the festivities would make you bust a nut. I watched asRex's wife Julie slowly throated 8 inches of black cock to boiling orgasm, her hands cuffed tightly behind her, the cocktail dress pulled down in front under her massive tits, holding them up firm and high with their nipples tightly clipped. Her green eyes looked lovingly into the camera as the cum ran from the corners of her mouth. Steve's wife Marcie was first whipped , then quickly sodomized by two men. Bent at the waist, her long dancers legs went on forever, ending at her perfect apple ass, her toes leaving the ground as the studs pounded their cocks in to the balls. Jennifer slowly sucked me as I watched scene after scene, "positive reinforcement", she would say. Vicki was next. Vicki was my partner Tom's wife and I knew she liked it rough. He had told me some stories of her younger years when she had been an escort, fairy tales, I called them. No way a woman could be that wild, I had thought. Now, I watched in awe as she was bent over the coffee table, her shorts jerked roughly to her knees, her stud quickly slipping the ligature around her neck and pulling it tight as his enormous cock began to split her from behind. Her face flushing with crimson, I listened as she begged, 'Tighter, tighter, please...." in the raspy voice of someone being slowly strangled but loving every minute of it. She worked her ass expertly against his thrusts, arching her back then twisting down, milking him to a swift and satisfying completion. He came just in time, Vicki pulled the rope from her throat and gasped for breath as he finished pumping his seed deep into her belly, a satisfied smile upon her beautiful face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. These were the women at the club, the same ones that took our kids to school, the ones I had only fantasized about as they ran around in their bikinis and bike shorts. I had always wondered what they would be like in bed, now I knew. They had swiftly become objects for my pleasure, and with Jennifer continuing her steady reinforcement, I couldn't take my eyes from the screen if I had wanted to. I watched several other scenes with women I didn't know, each more exciting than the last, my balls felt like stones and I finally blew my load into her mouth as she softly stroked my scrotum, swallowing every drop with steady determination."There, now... all better baby?" she said, breaking into her develish grin. God it felt fucking marvelous!"You know, I'll have to make one of those, but right now they're waiting for our application." It didn't take me long to make the tape, nor for them to respond, it showed Jennifer to be what she truly was, a living doll, a beautiful young woman with perfect hair and makeup, dressed in a short sun dress with heels and no panties. Her breasts were stunning, round and firm, upturned nipples the size of half dollars, barely held back by the thin material. "I'm such a slut", she cooed into the camera, her legs crossed, dress riding to her ass, "I can make your balls twitch while I empty them", and for the next ten minutes she described in detail what she would do with their bulging erections and what they would do to her. She lit a cigarette and told a few stories from her past, things I didn't even know, a professor in college, some guys at the gym, a zipless fuck in the mens room of some restaurant. Then a posing session. Tits and ass, provocative looks, on her knees and back with her legs in the air. Whatever she did, whether it was fingers spreading her soft pussy, hands holding up her tits, or mouth open showing her full soft tongue she was a fucking natural for this kind of shit. By the end of the tape I couldn't hold it any longer. I fucked her twice on the dining room table, coming almost immediately. This swapping thing was going to be fun.The initiation would be held the weekend of the fifth, and I watched as her anticipation grew. There was a new bounce in her step, a new passion in our sex life. She had carefully packed all the required items days in advance, the skimpy red bikini I had picked out for her last summer, a simple black cocktail dress cut 5 inches above the knee, a pair of her favorite white shorts, which didn't quite cover her asscheeks, several items of lingerie from Victorias and of course, the sundress she had worn in her interview. She had been to the spa for a wax and pedicure, had her blonde highlights redone and purchased several hundred dollars worth of makeup and perfume. "Everything is going to be perfect!", she gushed, and by the weekend, it was. I was to drop her off on Friday, there would be no contact until Monday morning. They would take her to an unknown hotel where she would be "evaluated" for three days. Acceptance to the club was never assured, not only did the applicant wives need to look good, they had to use those fine little bodies as well. Jennifer would have no problem there, but as the day crept closer I felt an uneasiness building inside me. Men were going to take turns with her, men I didn't even know, men of all color and ages, again and again and again. They were going to find her weak spots, then use them for their pleasure. Her performances would be filmed, each session would have at least two video cameras, tapes would be kept, copied and circulated. Men would watch them as I did, all the while being persuaded to join the club by the willing lips and tongue of their wives. Jennifer was going to be used, and used well. My reservations vanished with the bulge growing in my shorts.I watched her get ready on Friday. Stunning in every way, the cocktail dress would be worn first, a vision in black parading in front of her studs, like a piece of fresh meat to the wolves. Hair and make up perfect, just a hint of perfume, legs in sheer pantyhose with three inch heels, thong line visible through the sheerness of the dress. Cleavage up high and tight, held precariously by the thin spaghetti straps of the dress. I would pay a thousand dollars for a piece of that, they will get all they want for free.I wanted her to blow me, but she said it would ruin her lipstick, so I jerked off in the toilet as I watched her make the final adjustments.We kissed as I dropped her off at Tom's house."Make me proud, kid, see you Monday" I said."I will" she said, running her tongue down my throat. 'You know I will"I watched as her pert little ass bounced up the sidewalk carrying her bag, and she glanced over her shoulder at me and grinned.As I drove away I said out loud to no one in particular, "Let the games begin, Jennifer, let the games begin"And, begin they would.