“Do you ever think about old Professor Sanders and his parties?” Mary watched her friend Wendy closely as she asked her.
“Oh yes, sleazy Sanders, I miss those days when life was so much simpler without stress.” Wendy smiled.
“You were his favourite too; as I remember, he described you as his most pliable student.” Mary raised her eyebrows as she spoke to Wendy.
“I don’t remember that, but those weekend parties were the best. I remember all the time we spent under that dining room table once he had us trained to his liking; we swallowed a lot of spunk under there.”
“Yes, and do you remember being on top of it when he had dessert served off of our naked bodies?”
“Cold desserts and fruits, with whipped cream spread over our bodies, I shiver to think about. I can’t look at a pavlova now without thinking about that.”
“Do you miss all the sex?” Mary smiled as she asked, remembering how Wendy had been one of the most popular girls at the weekend parties. “Do you ever wish you could do it all over again?”
Wendy thought for a second before answering. “I miss all the guilt-free sex, the hedonistic weekends of unadulterated lust, and, of course, the utter lack of responsibility. If I had my time again, I’d do it all again for sure.” Wendy paused to sip her drink before continuing. “Did you know it took me a while to really accept being so controlled by old Sanders, being told to strip and let his guests do as they pleased with me? But once I accepted it, I came to savour those weekends, absolving myself of all decisions and control and allowing myself to be used by all and sundry.”
“Would you do it now if you had a chance?”
Wendy stared at her friend for a minute before she said, “Wayne would freak out if he found out I was even thinking about fucking someone else, even talking about it with you, to be honest. He knew I was no virgin when we met, but I have never even hinted at my sexual past to him.”
“I need to tell you a secret,” Mary said as she and Wendy settled into the sofa with a glass of wine each.
“Go on,” Wendy said, sounding as worried as she felt.
“Last weekend I sucked two stranger’s cocks and got fucked by one of them, and he came in my bum.” Mary took a sip of her wine while waiting for her friend’s response.
“Fucking hell. Mike will go mad if he finds out. What in hell possessed you to do that?”
“Mike knows all about it. He was there; it was his idea, and he made me do it.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“No, I’m being honest. I have been very gently steering him towards making more decisions at home after I had to book our entire holiday without any input or help from him.”
“How does that go from booking a holiday to you fucking a stranger?” Wendy interrupted.
“I asked him to arrange a date night once a week, and he became quite good at it.” Mary held up a hand to stop another interruption. “Date night turned into the night Mike was in charge of my clothes and everything. On the first date, when he chose my outfit, I went out obviously braless and told him it was his fault for not telling me to wear one. We started having great sex after date nights. I was hoping at some point he would try something sexual when he made me tell him about sex with other people. I told him about losing my virginity and about the one-night stand I had last year.”
“What one-night stand?”
“I thought I told you about that when Mike and I were going through a rough patch. I met a guy online. I’ll tell you about that another time. Anyway, Mike started to tell me to wear sexier outfits and flirt with strangers, and one night he got me to suck him off in the car with a stranger watching us. We fucked like rabbits when we got home, and then I knew Mike was enjoying controlling me for an evening. I also knew he was getting a huge kick out of strangers being involved, and I only had to give him the tiniest encouragement to make me go all the way with those two last weekend. He has been driving over to the layby by the bypass, next to the flyover; that is where it has been happening.”
