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 Author: Priapus
Title: The Inner Circle
Part: 6
Summary: The patient recalls the first pool party his wife hosted at her
palatial estate for the inner circle.
Keywords: Fdom, oral, humil, wife, cuck, voy
   The Inner Circle
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   On a few occasions during the first three months of their marriage, when
the weekend weather forecast was good, Madeline hosted pool parties for the
inner circle.  Starting at noon and proceeding into the small hours of the
morning, these events stood out for Kevin, they changed the routine, though
not always for the better.
   The first time she hosted one of these pool parties, Madeline required
Kevin to stay in his quarters while the pool area was prepared by caterers
and workmen.  When the speaker in his quarters announced that he should
come outside, he emerged from his quarters, dressed as he typically was in
khaki pants and a polo shirt, to see that the poolside was ringed with
cabana tents.  At the end of the pool closest to his guest house was a
fully stocked Tiki bar.
   The guests had not yet arrived and he and his wife were alone, except
for a couple of female catering staff who were making final checks to
ensure that the bar was properly stocked and prepared.
   Madeline wore a fluffy white spa-style robe and white high heeled
slippers, and she sat perched on the edge of one of the chaise lounges near
the bar.  She handed him a white spandex men's bikini swimsuit and told him
to change into it.  He turned back toward the guest house, but she
interrupted.
   "Strip, and put that on, now," she tapped her foot impatiently.  He
followed her orders quickly.  The rare event of stripping in front of his
wife was enough to make him fully hard, but the added benefit was that he
imagined that the two caterers behind him were watching him also.  It was
difficult, because of his erection, but tucked his cock into the front of
the tight white suit as best he could.
   "That won't do," she clucked disapprovingly, pulling on the front of his
waistband so that his hard-on popped straight up, throbbing at her for
attention.  "Push it straight down, between your legs.  I'm sure my friends
don't want to look at the obvious outline of my husband's thingie while
they try to enjoy the party."
   It was uncomfortable, but he managed to tuck his erection into the
spandex straight down.  She pulled the front of the bathing suit up to make
it snug and stepped back.
   "Oh, Jesus, Kevin.  That's almost as bad.  Wait here a minute." She
called out to one of the caterers, and when the young woman arrived, she
smirked mischievously at Kevin as his wife whispered in her ear.
   He stood awkwardly as the caterer went back to the bar.  He could hear
the two women talking and giggling as they worked behind the bar to fulfill
the request that Madeline had made.  "Close your eyes, Kevin," his wife
instructed as the caterer returned.
   He felt the other woman step between the two of them heard her hand
something to Madeline.  "Thank you dear, you can stay and watch this if you
want." The server stepped back as his wife stood up.
   He felt Madeline's breath on his face as she stood close to him,
whispering, "not a peep out of you, or you won't be attending the party"
and then he felt a soaked, frigid bag of ice being firmly held against his
crotch.  He caught his breath but didn't complain as the ice quickly took
the stiffness out of his member, and shrank his scrotum tight against his
body.
   "Better," she smiled, "now tuck that thing between your nuts before it
gets big again, and keep it there if you know what's good for you!" The
other woman lingered a moment to look down the front of his suit as he
repositioned his shrunken privates, she smiled quietly and the two caterers
left the pool area together.
   The tight white fabric kept him held firmly in place, though he had to
walk a bit bowlegged to keep from displacing his heavy nuts.
   Madeline explained that Kevin's role at the party was to prepare and
serve drinks.  He was given a list of the favorite mixes for each of the
women, and he studied them carefully, setting up the ingredients behind the
bar to make his job more efficient.
   The earliest of the group to arrive was Bobbi, a mere half hour late. 
The butler opened the wide French doors from inside his wife's estate, and
the stunning brunette strode confidently onto the pool deck, dressed in
nothing but a plush white robe and red high heeled sandals.  Her dark brown
hair was pulled up in a casual ponytail and she flashed Kevin a wide smile.
He started fixing her Cosmopolitan without being asked.  His erection
started to grow again in his tight white bathing suit.
   He was surprised to see a large, strong handsome man enter the pool area
behind her.  He was dressed in a business suit, except that he was barefoot
and shirtless.  Suddenly Kevin felt self-conscious, dressed only in a
bathing suit, and he was sure his body didn't compare to the heavily
muscled man that stood before him.  The man caught his eye and gave him the
knowing self-confident grin of a someone who knew he was at the top rung of
the masculine status ladder.
   The unnamed beefcake helped Bobbi into her selected chair at the large
round table near the Tiki Bar.  She instructed the stranger to stand behind
her and wait for the others to arrive.  Kevin served her the drink and
asked if her companion would be needing anything.  She thanked him (a
rarity, but in many ways Kevin had come to believe that Bobbi was the
nicest of the inner circle, even nicer than his own wife), and explained
that the "escorts" wouldn't be eating or drinking while they were at the
party.  They were for the entertainment of the women, and Kevin shouldn't
be concerned about their needs.
   While Bobbi spoke, she leaned back in the chaise lounge and signaled to
her escort to fetch a bottle of lotion from a side table.  She casually
opened her robe, revealing her glorious, naked body, round and feminine, to
both appreciative men.  Her breasts were small but well shaped, with large
puffy nipples.  She had let her dark pubic bush grow back almost fully
since the night where he had delighted her with his oral skills.  From
behind her large sunglasses she appreciated the admiring looks of the men.
Kevin's cock was instantly hard, but the snug white suit constrained his
growth so that the tip of his erection pointed back under and behind him.
Madeline had known what she was doing.
   "Well?  Whatever your name is," she spoke brusquely to the escort,
"lotion me up!"
   He knelt down and poured a dollop of the lotion directly onto her upper
chest.  Without warning the flat of Bobbi's hand landed in a full force
slap across his face.  "Idiot!  Warm it first between your hands." He
flinched and scooped up the white liquid with his fingers, and followed her
instructions.
   Kevin turned to go back to the bar, another of the inner circle had
arrived, and he needed to prepare her preferred drink.  He paused a moment
to shoot a quick, superior grin back to the beefy man, the bright red
outline of the slap mark was apparent on his cheek.  Kevin felt a little
vindicated.  Maybe his status was not quite so low as that of the poolside
beefcake.
   Over the next fifteen minutes, all of the guests had arrived, and as
Kevin filled their drink orders, and all members of the inner circle were
luxuriating naked by the poolside except for Danielle and Madeline.  Kevin
could feel the droplet of precum forming and staining the white material of
the suit.  He though a stain like that would probably not be obvious, but
he was wrong.
   Each woman was accompanied by a handsome escort.  Though they were of
all types and races, they were all well-muscled and strikingly attractive.
Most of the escorts had found some way to fail at some simple task since
their arrival, and all had managed to be punished for their infractions or
simply for the sport of it.  Kevin noticed that Bobbi had been perhaps the
most gentle in the delivery of the punishment.  Other women were more
forceful.  Iveta had scratched her escorts face for dripping the cold sweat
of her drink onto her leg as he handed it to her.  Lorena had backhanded
her escort with a closed fist for making the same mistake that Bobbi's had
made.  Hunter, consistent with the image that Kevin had of her, made her
escort turn around and bend over, holding his knees as she kicked him
forcefully in the groin.
   He had been caught looking at Stoya as she lay on her stomach and her
escort carefully applied lotion between her spread thighs.  All the time
they delivered their punishments the attractive, deliciously naked women of
the inner circle chatted enthusiastically, and hardly paused in their
activity.
   It was as though they were training dogs.  The punishments were
necessary, but hardly an issue to cause the group concern.
   Hunter's escort was still doubled over in pain as his wife arrived at
the party with her tardy final guest, Danielle, and two escorts in tow.
   Maybe it was because she was late, but Danielle hadn't even bothered to
wear a robe.  She walked onto the deck completely naked and grinning
mischievously.  She was the most voluptuous of the inner circle.  Danielle
was the epitome of American farm girl wholesomeness, with an undercurrent
of naughtiness that made her delightfully irresistible.
   Madeline led Danielle and the two new escorts to a large oval glass and
white metal table that sat at the center of a semi-circle of cabana tents.
There were eight wicker peacock chairs, comfortably padded with plush white
pillows, just enough for the inner circle.  As Madeline passed by the
chaise lounges where the other ladies lay sunning, each one stood and led
her escort to the table.  All the ladies left their robes on their lounges,
and walked in the nude to their seats, apparently unconcerned with the
effect they were having on the men, who took their places behind each of
the women's chairs.  Kevin's cock throbbed and strained against his tight
swimsuit.
   All the ladies took their seats except for Madeline, who was also the
only member of the group still clad in her robe.  The hostess stood behind
her chair and beckoned Kevin to the table.  "When you fetch my drink and
Danielle's, please also fetch the black wooden case behind the bar, won't
you please?"
   Kevin quickly went back to the bar to comply.  Danielle's drink was easy
to fix, but Madeline preferred a Tom Collins and that used ingredients
uncommon to the other drinks so it took extra time.  He put the drinks on a
tray and found the case, which was only as large as a small suitcase, but
surprisingly heavy.
   As he returned to the table, Madeline had apparently taken her seat. 
The wide rattan back of the chair obstructed his view, but he could see
that one of the two escorts was kneeling in front of Madeline's chair.  A
flush of jealousy overtook him.  He hadn't really thought it through at the
time but, since each of the women had arrived with an escort, this tan,
blonde, blue eyed Fabio look-alike must be Madeline's.
   His ears got hot with anger as he approached the table, but his cock
hardened even more.  He couldn't make sense of the twisted feelings inside,
but he knew he had to move deliberately, both to avoid his wife's rebuke
and to keep from spilling the drinks with his now shaking hands.
   By the time he reached the space in the table between Madeline's and
Danielle's chairs, his worst fear was confirmed.  Madeline had shed her
robe and was slouched aristocratically in the chair as her smiling escort
applied tanning lotion to her closed upper thighs.  The glistening sheen of
already treated skin showed that the escort had already coated her arms and
upper body, and her erect nipples were a pert testament to the fact the he
seemed to have applied extra lotion to her sensitive breasts.
   He had only seen his own wife fully naked once before--on their
honeymoon night--and she had never allowed him to touch her body above the
waist, much less caress and massage her the way this strange man had
apparently done.
   She glanced up at Kevin as he placed the drink tray on the table and
placed the heavy case on the wooden deck beneath the table.  "Thank you,
dear.  Could you please unpack the case, once Danielle and I have our
drinks?"
   "Yes, Madeline." His stomach churned in jealousy, because as she
casually gave her husband his instructions, she also just as casually
placed put her bare left foot on her escort's shoulder, allowing him a
close look at her moist, shaven pussy in all its glory.
   `Fabio Jr' paused to take in the beautiful sight, but Madeline snapped
curtly at him.  "Lotion!  you fool.  Stop leering and put lotion on me so I
don't get sunburned down there." The other ladies all laughed as they
watched Kevin helplessly look on while another man rubbed his strong, slick
fingers all over his wife's sex.
   She purred and slouched down farther in the seat, pressing herself
harder against her escort's hands.  The curve of her bottom slid off the
cushion, giving him access to her cheeks, and as he moved his thumbs
between the globes of her bum, to her tight backdoor as well.
   "Yes, that's it," she whispered.  "Press your thumbs right...there." His
index fingers parted her hot, moist lips and framed her engorged clit as
his thumbs met at her forbidden opening.  She moaned shamelessly and
twisted her hips, impaling her ass one of his thick digits.  With a gasp
she begged him to push the other one in as well, and as he did she urged
him to pinch her clit between his fingers.
   Once she had his strong, slippery hands where she wanted them she put
her other foot on his opposite shoulder ordered him to hold still.  Spread
lasciviously naked before her entire entourage and all of the assembled
male escorts, Kevin's wife bucked and twisted herself to a violent climax.
"Yes, fuck, yes, fuck!" Her orgasm came gushing out of her juicy pussy, a
squirt of clear passion that sprayed over her escort's suit coat, spotting
the light grey fabric with dark wetness.
   The assembled audience stayed silent as Madeline and her nameless escort
put on their sex show, in front of her squirming, jealous husband.  They
remained silent as she caught her breath, straightened herself in her chair
and regained her regal air of diffidence.
   "Not fair, Mad!  Hunter whined.  "None of the rest of us has cum yet!"
   "Well," Madeline retorted, "the hostess should always cum first, isn't
that our rule?  The rest of you will get your chances, as always." 
  
The Inner Circle 6