Bukkake Club – Sex Stories

Bukkake Club – Sex Stories

I’d worked at my present job about nine months when I
received the invitation. It arrived in a company
envelope, and simply looked like any other inter-
office correspondence.

However, when I opened it, there was a card inside,
which read:

“Congratulations. You have been invited to become a
member of a very exclusive club.

If you wish to discover what the club has to offer,
please come to the following address 6 PM Saturday
night…”

and here it gave an address in a part of the city I
wasn’t familiar with.

“Please do not bring your spouse. Dress casually.”

and in small print it asked me not to show this to
anyone else, and to report to the company physician
sometime during the day.

I looked around and saw one other guy with a card like
mine. He had as puzzled a look on his face as I
probably did. I also noticed none of the ladies had
received one. From that and the statement about no
spouses, I figured it must be some kind of men’s club.
However, the bit about seeing the company doctor
confused me, so I couldn’t really figure out what it
might be all about.

Anyhow, I caught the eye of the other fellow with a
card, and he pointed to his with a questioning look on
his face. I responded with a shrug that indicated I
was as much in the dark as he was.

Later on, I stopped in at the company doctor (who was
expecting me), and he tested me for a few things, most
unusual being one for STD’s. As I was leaving, he
handed me a bottle and said, “Take two of these a day.
They’re herbal supplements. And drink plenty of
water.”

I left the doctor’s office, staring at the little
plastic bottle, and almost bumped into the guy I’d
seen across the room with a card like mine. He smiled
at me apologetically, and once more gave me a look
that asked what this was all about. Again, my only
response was a sheepish shrug of incomprehension.

At lunch, I opened the bottle and looked inside. Just
little capsules with brownish powder in them. I
couldn’t imagine what they could be for, but following
doctor’s orders, I shook one out and swallowed it
down.

I ran into the other guy who’d received a card a
couple of other times during the day, but he refused
to say anything to me about our mutual situation. I
guess he figured since we weren’t supposed to show the
cards to anybody else, we weren’t supposed to actually
talk about it, either.

When I got home, my wife, Laura, met me at the door,
just like some old 50’s sitcom. We stood in the
doorway and kissed, maybe a little more passionately
than in those old TV shows. After a little bit, we
broke and asked each other how our days were and that
kind of thing, before retiring to the dining room,
where Laura had already fixed supper.

While we were eating, I remembered the capsules, took
out the bottle and downed one. Laura saw me do this
and asked, “What’s that?”

“Oh, just something the company doctor gave me. He
said I should take two of them a day and drink lots of
water. I don’t know what they’re for, but he’s the
doctor.”

“Why did you see the doctor today? Not feeling well?”

I didn’t think anything about telling my wife about
the card and the subsequent visit to the doctor’s.
When she heard what I had to say, she got this strange
look on her face, then an enigmatic smile twitched the
corners of her mouth, and she replied, “I see.”
Nothing more was said about it. By her or me.

After a rather uneventful evening, we both retired.
While we lay in bed, Laura started to get frisky. She
rubbed up against me, pressing her 34Cs into my side,
and fondling the hairs on my chest, slowly working her
way down to my crotch.

When she touched my cock and balls, it felt wonderful.
Then again, it always feels good to have her play with
me. I reached over and started to pinch and twist her
nipples the way she likes it, but she pushed me away,
saying she wanted to do something for me.

With that, Laura sat up then plunged her mouth over
the head of my throbbing cock. I nearly jumped out of
my skin. It was just one of those things. After seven
years of marriage, I’d come to know some of the body
language my wife uses, therefore I knew what was
coming, but it’s always an intensely pleasant shock
when her lips close over my dick.

Laura caressed my hanging balls while she worked her
magic on my shaft, eventually sliding one finger down
and slipping it into my asshole.

Now, I’m not gay or anything, not even bi as far as I
know, but I do like the sensation of having my ass
played with. Once a couple of years ago, I even asked
Laura to lick my asshole. She hesitated a bit, until I
assured her I would clean up as well as I could. When
I came back from washing, pulled my legs back as far
as they would go and Laura licked my butt, it was one
of the weirdest, most fantastic sensations I’d ever
experienced.

So, anyway, my wife knew I liked having my butt played
with, and her finger wiggled around a little in my
tight little hole, while her mouth and tongue did some
major work on my cock. The combination was getting me
close, but I was trying to hold back, since I wanted
to cum in her pussy.

I caressed Laura’s long, reddish hair and said, “Hold
on, baby, I want inside you. I want to fill up your
pussy with my cum.”

Laura pulled off my cock long enough to say, “Okay.
You can fuck me, but don’t cum, yet. I want you to
save your wad for a few days. If you can hold off
cumming till Saturday, I’ll suck you and fuck you and
give you whatever you want, every night this week.”

It was then that I reminded her that I was going to
the club meeting, whatever it was.

She said, “That’s okay, there’s a lot of evening to go
on Saturday. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” She started
to climb onto my pole as she continued, “Besides, I’m
going with the girls Saturday afternoon, and probably
won’t be home till after dark, anyway.”

Laura had met a few of the wives of my co-workers and
some of my female co-workers at an informal get-
together my immediate boss had for me shortly after I
started. She hit it off right away with some of them,
and they had formed a pretty good friendship, getting
together quite frequently. Initially, Laura had had
some misgivings about moving here, away from
everything and everybody we knew, but meeting people
she liked and could commiserate with helped ease the
transition.

Slowly, my wife lowered her pussy onto my hot
erection. I moaned in ecstasy as the hot, fluid grip
of her cunt grabbed onto my cock and threatened never
to let go. It was a matter of the greatest
concentration to not orgasm on the spot. Laura rocked
slowly back and forth on me, sliding her pussy the
full length of my dick, causing the most fabulous
sensations throughout my entire body.

Even though her pace was slow, I was so worked up
already that I was almost ready to cum at the
slightest provocation, and my wife’s pussy is always
provocation enough. When I started to get really,
really close, Laura stopped moving entirely, and let
the sensation subside, although with her still sitting
on me, the sensation never went away completely.

When she decided that I was calmed down enough, Laura
started moving again. It didn’t take very long this
time for me to get worked up nearly to the point of no
return, but my smart little wife again knew just what
to do.

We sat and waited for a long time this time. Finally,
Laura slid up and back on my cock again, and this time
it only took four strokes before I got too close.

This time, though, instead of staying impaled on my
member, Laura lifted up and completely off me. I
moaned out my protest, but she reminded me, “Remember,
if you can hold off until Saturday, I can assure you
that it’ll be well worth your while.”

I whined, “By Saturday, I’ll have blue balls so bad I
won’t be able to stand up!”

She replied, “Please, Tom, try to hold off. It won’t
be easy…” and with a smirk on her face she
continued, “and I intend to make it harder and
harder…” then, more earnestly, she finished, “but I
know you won’t regret it. Please?”

I sighed. “Alright. I’ll put in a herculean effort.
This may very well be the hardest thing you’ve asked
me to do. But since you ask so nicely, I’ll try.”

Laura grinned ear-to-ear. “Oh, thank you! I can hardly
wait till Saturday!”

I wanted to ask her what she had in mind for Saturday,
but she turned out the light and said, “Now go to
sleep. You’ve still got three more work days before
Saturday is anywhere near.”

Sleep. Right. If I’d tried, I could probably have
driven nails with my cock, it was still so hard. How
the hell was I supposed to sleep? Nevertheless, Laura
was right, so I settled in and tried my best to get
some rest.

Well, I must have fallen asleep at some point, because
the next thing I remember is my damn alarm clock going
off.

I got up, went into the bathroom, and got ready for
work. My wife works kind of a weird schedule where she
starts two hours before I do. Now, this means she gets
off work two hours before I do, but I like to sleep in
in the morning, and sometimes it’s kind of nice to
have the house to myself.

So, off to work I go. The commute wasn’t bad, so I got
to work feeling pretty good. However, the first face I
saw was the other guy with the invitation card.
Instead of avoiding me, he actually stopped me at the
door and asked me, “Did you receive an invitation to a
get-together for some kind of club?”

I thought about playing dumb and fucking with his
mind, but I could tell this whole thing was eating at
him a little worse that it was me. “Yeah. Any idea
what it’s about?”

I saw a part of him relax when he found out he wasn’t
the only one to receive a mysterious invitation to a
club that we weren’t supposed to let anyone else know
about. “Not a fucking clue. Did you take the pills
like the doctor told you?”

“Sure. They look like some of the herbal supplements I
take sometimes. I don’t think they’ll harm us.”

He looked kind of anxious when he asked, “Do you know
what they’re supposed to do?”

I laughed a little. “No, but I really doubt the
company is going to give you anything that would
really fuck you up. Did you take yours?”

He played with a button on his shirt like some little
kid who’d been chastised. “Yeah, I guess I just took
them because a doctor told me to.”

I was starting to feel pretty confident in front of
this guy’s obvious anxiety, “Then just keep taking
them and we can find out what this is all about on
Saturday, okay? You are planning on showing up, aren’t
you?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m so curious about this now, nothing
short of my own death could keep me from finding out
what this club is.” He leaned in to me and whispered
conspiratorially, “Especially after telling my wife I
was going out to this thing on Saturday, and having
her turn into some sort of sexual wild woman. She
wouldn’t let me cum, though. I don’t get that. I’m so
frustrated right now that I’d fuck almost anything
with willing pussy.”

Well, he’d sure gotten over the little kid shyness
thing. I glanced at my watch and noticed we had only a
few minutes to get to our desks, so I asked him,
“What’s your name? I’ve seen you almost every day for
the past couple months, and I still don’t know what to
call you.”

My new friend held out his hand and said, “Todd May.
And you are…”

I took his hand and replied, “Tom Revere. Pleased to
meet you. We’d better haul ass.”

The next three days passed with little event. Well,
not exactly little event. Each night when I got home,
Laura would be there for me at the door, and each day,
she’d be dressed more and more provocatively (thank
god we haven’t decided about kids yet).

Friday night, Laura said that there was going to be a
special appetizer for the evening meal. She had me
stand out in the hall until I heard her call my name.
Going into the dining room, I was stunned, but aroused
to find that at my place at the table, my chair was in
its normal place, but on the table in front of it was
my wife, on her back with her legs high in the air.

“Come and get it, honey!” She called out cheerfully.

Well, I’m no dummy. I’d been fucked and sucked royally
for the last three nights, and not allowed to cum. I
was horny as all hell and dashed right over to my
place at the table and buried my face in Laura’s
nicely trimmed, red-haired snatch. I licked her to
three orgasms before she rolled off the table, saying
that she had to save some for tomorrow night.

We ate (food, that is), then puttered around the house
until it was time for bed. I climbed into bed, and
immediately started to get hard in anticipation of the
workout I expected to get. Laura didn’t disappoint me,
and without preamble, she stepped into the room and
immediately plunged her mouth over my cock.

Now, I’d been taking those capsules ever since I’d
received the bottle, and I was getting toward the end
of the supply. I was starting to believe that they
were some sort of aphrodisiac, because I’d been
hornier in the past few days than I could remember.
Then again, I’d been getting fabulous sex each night
and not allowed to climax. That could also account for
my extreme horniness. However, my greatest fear –
terminal blue-balls – never developed, thank god.
Maybe that was another effect of the pills.

The past few nights had been shorter and shorter in
duration, because the more times we had sex with me
not being able to cum, the quicker it took for me to
get close. I didn’t mind, though, I was getting head
and some pussy every night of the week, yahoo! I
definitely didn’t want this to end! Laura certainly
didn’t mind. She nearly jumped on me every chance she
got, the past few days. She was getting hornier by the
second the longer all this went on, too.

Saturday finally came. Even though I hadn’t for four
days.

I looked at the city map I’d bought when we first
moved in to get an idea where I was going for the club
meeting. Fortunately, with a six o’clock start time,
it would still be light out, and would make finding
the place so much easier.

About 3, a horn honked outside, and Laura peeked
through the curtains and said, “There’s my ride. I’ll
see you tonight.” She gave me a peck on the cheek and
that enigmatic smile from a few days ago and dashed
toward the door.

I watched the car pull away from the curb, then went
upstairs and lay on the bed. Feeling like I needed a
nap, I set my alarm for an hour, then dozed for a
little bit.

When the alarm went off, I sat up straight in bed, my
system thinking it was time to go to work. As I
quickly woke up, I remembered what day it was and why
I’d set the alarm. Shutting the alarm off, I went to
the bathroom and took off my clothes, in preparation
for a quick shower.

Before I stepped into the tub, I saw my reflection in
the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom
door. I’ve never been vain before, but for a minute, I
stopped and looked at myself.

I’m not a bad-looking guy, if I do say so myself. A
little grey at the temples, but it’s genetic. My chest
isn’t especially powerful, but it’s what I’ve got. My
belly needs a little toning from years at a desk, but
I’ve seen worse. My Wife’s Best Friend – while resting
– is about two and a half inches long and – when ready
for work – somewhere around six, six and a half inches
long and about five and a half around. My balls, at
that point, were hanging pretty loose, and I reached
down and gently caressed their sides (where they’re
most sensitive) and luxuriated in the sensation that
coursed through me. All-in-all, not a bad total
package. It’s what I have, what I am, and I’m pretty
satisfied.

Anyhow, I got my shower, then found some clothes for
the club meeting. The card said “casual” so I didn’t
find anything real showy, just comfortable. Once I was
dressed, I still had at least an hour before the thing
started, but I figured it might take a little time to
find the place, so I left a little over an hour early,
so I could be sure and find the place I was going in
plenty of time.

The drive was rather pleasant as I moved from the
places I knew into a higher-end, older section of
town. The first thing I noticed was that the houses
seemed to creep farther back away from the street the
more I drove. Also, there seemed to be a lot more big
shade trees in the yards these houses were situated
in.

With a half-hour to spare, I found the address I was
looking for. It was a big, rambling old thing, three
stories tall, with a yard you could play football in.
I learned that I wasn’t the first one there, as there
were several vehicles already parked in various places
in the drive and on the lawn.

Pulling up to the door, a young kid in a suit
skittered over to me and said, “Your name, sir?”

I gave him my name, he pulled a list out of his
pocket, checked it, then came around to the driver’s
door, opened it, and told me, “Go right in, Mr.
Revere.”

I wasn’t going to question. I already figured there
would probably be someone to park my car for me, and
here he was.

The front door was a big, polished hardwood thing, and
I almost expected “abandon hope ye who enter” over the
doorway. Stepping inside, I thought I’d walked into a
hardwood version of the Beverly Hillbillies front
entry.

I was marveling at the workmanship, when I heard a
voice behind me. “Sir, if you will come this way.” I
spun around then stopped short. There was an older
woman, silver hair, but great body. Her tits, while
small, were still perfectly shaped, there appeared to
be no slackness of the skin, her pubic bush was
trimmed short, but was a salt-and-pepper color, in
contrast to the color of the hair on her head. She was
barefoot. How do I know this? She was completely nude!

She repeated while I got my mouth closed, “Please come
this way, sir.”

Dumbfounded, I followed her into a side room, where I
discovered several other naked women of various shapes
and sizes, and before them were men of varying stages
of undress. As each man would take off a piece of
clothing, the ladies would neatly fold it and place it
on a tidy pile. When he was as naked as she, the woman
handed the man a folded towel, who turned around and
opened it, removed a small cloth mask and the woman
helped him to put it on. Once the mask was in place,
the man picked up his towel and went through another
door farther on.

The woman who had greeted me at the door said, “Please
remove your clothes, sir.” I hesitated, and she
continued, “It’s alright. It’s just part of the
process.”

Rather reluctantly, I started to take my clothes off.
Each time I removed something, she reached out and
took it from me, to fold it and place it on a pile.
“You’ll get them all back at the end of the night.
Don’t worry.” As I undressed, I glanced around the
room a little. I recognized two of the ladies as women
in my office. I wondered if I would ever look at them
the same again. When I thought I was done, the woman
said, “The watch, too. Time means nothing here.” I
gave up my watch, feeling more naked than ever, but
then was presented with my towel.

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Bukkake Club – Sex Stories