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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Their husbands were rich and powerful in business, but they wanted more, they wanted to control their wives. The men thought they were the ones planning it, but the wives took it so much farther. It started off as a simple book club, but it soon blossomed into something much different, The Suburban Wives Bondage Club. Each time the men planned a night, the women surprised them with something more daring or bizarre. The wives would do anything for their husbands, but who knew they would enjoy it so much. The Stepford Wives had nothing on these women. Read of the thoughts and desires of The Suburban Wives Bondage Club. Can the men gain the control they wanted or should they just enjoy all that the women had to offer them?
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [277 KB]
Words: 72013
Reading time: 205-288 min.

CHAPTER 1

The winter was coming soon to Howell Corners, the tree's ready to turn from green to all the colors in the rainbow. Snuggled in the hillside of Western Connecticut, it was only minutes from the tollway to New York City and the affluent section of Connecticut, but a world apart. A quaint town of four thousand, one hundred twenty-one people, it had all the charm of a small town, but the amenities of a large city.

Located in a rural area, it was also home to the corporate offices of Turlock Industries. Founded in Hartford, Connecticut in 1836, it started off as a manufacturer of firearms, but that had been sold off over the years and now the company was into high tech for the government. Privately held by the Turlock family and a limited group of financial partners, its product line was never disclosed to the general or business public, all the work top secret. It was run by Michael Turlock, Chairman of the Board and a fourth-generation Turlock. At forty-five, he was the youngest of the family, but he had the requisite skills and training that set him apart from the rest of the family. He had been successful at keeping the family in money and power.

The town still had the old main street of the past, but nearby was a shopping center that brought all the amenities to a populace that was affluent and educated. Snuggled into the southwest corner of Howell Corners was the gated community of Turlock Farms, home to all that could afford it and that worked for Turlock Industries. The house, if you could call it that, for it was the grand mansion of Michael Turlock, was the highest on the ridge. All the others spread around it, but lower down, a sign of the importance of Michael Turlock and a symbol of where the others stood before him. A cluster of only ten other homes made up Turlock Farms.

The town was run by an elected mayor and a city council, but Turlock Industries paid eighty percent of the taxes and Michael Turlock's donations built and supported the Turlock High School, Turlock Library, Turlock Opera House and the Turlock Hospital. Nothing was done in the town without Michael Turlock's approval or his money. It had been that way for over thirty years of family domination and nothing would change it.

Michael sat back on the couch, gazing out the large windows at the houses below. He heard her footsteps, the sound of her heels clicking on the Italian tile floors. It had been a little over a year since he married Kayla. He met her on the campus of UConn where he was speaking one weekday. She had asked an insightful question, Michael liked his women not only attractive but also intelligent. She was a twenty-year-old graduate student from California, but he didn't hold that against her. After he answered her question, more to the point, the next four questions, he asked her to have coffee with him. She accepted without hesitation.

Though he was twice her age, they clicked from that day on. Michael wined her and dined her, including bedding her down. Three months later, she graduated and a month later, they were married. Though she had a Masters degree in English Literature, she didn't get a job. Michael would not have his wife working. It was her place to take care of her husband. Michael had certain standards and that one was paramount, not only for him, but also for the ten other executives that lived in Turlock Farms. If you went to any of the ten houses, the wife would be home. That was her place. If you couldn't abide by Michael's standards, there was no place for you at Turlock Industries.

Kayla saw him sitting on the couch, his eyes on her as she walked in. She let her hips sway sexily, always wanting to please Michael. She handed him his drink and sat next to him.

"Thank you," Michael staring at her body as she walked in and sat down. She had blonde hair. Five foot five, she was every bit a woman, the dress she was wearing clinging to her body like a second skin. Her breasts moved sensually, almost as if they were synchronized with her hips, Michael knowing that she wasn't wearing a bra now that she was home alone with him. She didn't need it, and he didn't like it to get in the way when he wanted her breasts. The dress was short; leaving a lot of tanned legs showing, but it was her ass that interested him the most. Her three-inch heels made her legs look even leaner. She never failed to get a rise out of him, his cock erect as soon as he saw her. Michael enjoyed sex, more than most, but he took it slow with Kayla. She had much to be taught, but she was an eager student, wanting to please him as much as herself.

Kayla curled up to Michael, her hand on his hip, knowing the effect she was having on him, the front of his pants bulging out more from just the simple touch. Her dress rode high up on her legs, smiling as she saw the way Michael looked at her legs, imagining what he was thinking. He was dressed in brown khaki trousers that clung to his trim body, a pullover that hugged his chiseled chest. He might be forty-five, but his body didn't look a day over thirty. His cock was every bit as hard and virile as a twenty-year-olds, but he had the skill and control that a twenty-year-old didn't possess. Her fingers edged a little bit closer to his cock as she remembered the first time she had seen it, amazed by its size. It had to be every inch of ten inches, the girth big enough that her fingers would curl around it without touching each other and rock hard. "How was your day?" She always asked that question, his answers always vague, that was his way.

"Great, Joshua is working out well and fitting in." Joshua was the new Chief Financial Officer. He had started six months ago, moving in the second house from Michael's, signifying his importance. He was different than most of the others, from the Midwest, his wife, Molly a little mousy but nice. You needed a conservative person in the position of Chief Financial Officer; after all, it was his job to keep the company finances secure. "Did she join the book club?"

One of the things the wives had was a book club that met once a week. Kayla joined as soon as she found out about it, three others in it now, including Molly that joined a little over a month ago. They each had a week, taking turns to select a book for the club and all the members had to read it by the following week. All of them had ferocious appetites for novels, fiction and non-fiction, wanting to keep their minds sharp for their husbands. "Yes, Molly joined last month. It took a bit to draw her out, but she is coming around. Lindsay has been helping her out in the clothing department; Howell's Corner's completely different from the small Ohio town she came from. She's a petite little thing, but beneath the baggy clothes she wore, she has a dynamite body. I suspect that her accountant husband and she aren't very creative in the bedroom." It had been a year since Michael and Kayla were married. Their sex was good and often, but Kayla had a sense that something was missing, but she would wait for her husband to guide her. She had tried oral sex with him once, but she couldn't go through with it. Just the thought of getting a mouthful of thick cum made her arousal go away quickly without warning. Michael never pushed her, Kayla making up with a talented hand and a hot, tight pussy that would squeeze the cum out of him.

At the same time as the ladies book club, the men met at Michael's house, in his clubhouse, or the Men's Gentlemen Club as the girls called it. It was actually a private building outside the main house. It was built as an office, but Michael converted it more into a library, a place where men could go and sip a drink and smoke a cigar without the distraction of women. Unless they wanted the distraction, though they had not used it for that purpose yet. The day was coming, Michael ready to put his plan into action with the help of Kayla, though she didn't even know of it. "Joshua is a little staid, but we will change him. I think we should have a small dinner party next week."

"I would love that," Kayla enjoying meeting new people. "Who would you like to invite?"

"How about the girls in your book club and their husbands? I think that would be nice and intimate." He saw the look on her face, she wanted more people. "Next time we will invite everyone. You can be the grand hostess."

"Of course, Michael, whatever you want. It will be nice to get the Book Club and the Men's Gentlemen Club all in one room," she joked to him, the girls named the men's club even though they wouldn't. Her hand slid over his lap, blatantly this time, until she found his erection beneath her fingertips. "Are the girls making you excited?"

"Just one girl," he kidded her back. "One with a skillful hand." His hand slid over her shoulder until his fingers grazed down and found her breast. He wasn't surprised that her nipples were already hard, Kayla an amorous girl, not needing much stimulation to get her ready for sex.

"Want to go to the bedroom?" She looked out the window to all the shining lights from the other houses.

"No, we'll stay here."

"Yes, Michael." The hiss of his zipper going down broke the silence of the room. Kayla felt his fingers find her nipple, pinching it as it swelled in pleasure. Even when he squeezed too tight, she enjoyed it, knowing Michael did, his cock always flexing when he pinched her nipple hard. She opened up his belt and unsnapped his pants, pushing the pants aside. His cock jutted out his briefs. She grabbed the thick cock etched in his briefs, her fingers slowly sliding up and down the growing shaft, the head almost poking out the top of the briefs as it grew longer.

Michael made short work of the top of her dress, unbuttoning it with nimble fingers, Kayla helping him as he slipped it from her arms. He pushed it to her waist, her firm, young breasts heaving in excitement, big brown areolas with rock-hard nipples poking out erotically from the center, begging for the touch of his mouth or his fingers. His mouth found a hard nipple, just as her fingers slipped into his briefs, Michael's cock jerking in pleasure when he felt Kayla's soft, warm hand on his cock. He began to suck her nipple, his other hand finding her other, neglected nipple, the tip of his finger rubbing back and forth over it as it swelled in pleasure.

She had a hard time containing his cock when she touched it, slipping it out of his shorts, her fingers holding it tight to keep it from escaping her grasp. She arched her back and pushed her breast into his mouth as his teeth nibbled just beyond her nipple to trap it, his tongue going to work on the tip, her body shuddering as she felt the pleasure race through her body. She felt the ripples of pleasure in her breasts increase with each passing touch as the nipples grew to a firm hardness that almost ached. She wanted to please Michael, putting aside the tremors of pleasure in her body, concentrating on worshipping his cock with her hands. The more he sucked her nipples, the more his cock flexed in pleasure, her slim fingers gripping the shaft tightly as she slowly slid them up and down the thick shaft. She kept her fingers tight, moving up and down the shaft until she got to the swollen head of his cock. Her fingers explored the thick ridge, a sharp nail sliding beneath helmet to find the soft, sensitive skin, her sharp nail making his cock jerk in exquisite pleasure and pain. She knew that Michael enjoyed a bit of pain, especially when it was on his cock or his balls, the pain quickly turning to pleasure and making him harder.

Michael's hands eased the dress from her body, as his hand slid down over the gentle curve of her tanned belly, finding the edge of the French-cut bikinis, his hand sliding in and moving down to the soft curls of her triangle. He gripped some of the silky tendrils of pubic hairs and pulled on them, gently at first until he heard her soft moan and her ass rose up slightly from the couch. He didn't relent, yanking the hairs until they finally broke free, but not before his fingers were still clutching the torn hairs from her mound. She cried softly, but her fingers never strayed from his cock. Michael had decided that it was time to teach her all that she would need to know to truly please him.

She pinched the head of his cock, her other hand clutching his balls and squeezing gently. She felt his fingers slip into her panties, but there was something different tonight. She felt it when he gripped her neatly trimmed bush, his fingers grabbing a sprig of hairs and pulling them until she felt the follicles ripped from her skin. A tear formed in her eye from the sharp pain, her hand moving more urgently to please him as his fingers slid deeper into her panties.

Michael's fingers trailed farther down, finding the soft bulge of her pussy lips, his fingers moved close to her slit, but not touching it, teasing along the puffy lips, one finger on each side. Halfway down, his fingers stopped, clenching together until he trapped her oily lips in the clutches of his powerful fingers. He pulled, tugging her lips up, his fingers tightening more as he drew them farther from her body. Her ass rose up from the couch once again.

His fingers curled into her pussy lips like steel talons, pulling on them, Kayla forced to arch up from the couch as she heard the tear of her delicate panties. She tightened her grip on his cock, taking broad strokes all the way from his balls and over the head and back down, her fingers coaxing out drops of his hot cum and making her hand slide easier on the slick juices. She felt her panties pulled from her body, not gently eased down, but the material ripped as Michael hastily tore them off of her body. She was naked.

His fingers found her pussy once again, inhaling the sweet smell of surrender; her legs parted slightly, this time, one thick finger pushing aside the oily lips of her pussy to find the wet, slick inner lips. Michael explored her from the top of her slit all the way down and back up until his finger was coated with a thick coat of her arousal. Back down, he found her tight, wet hole, one finger sliding with ease through the tight muscles to explore her hot pussy.

Her two hands cupped his cock, fingers racing all over the shaft and head as she was suddenly impaled on Michael's finger. It felt good as it moved inside her, side-to-side, teasing at the elastic walls and her clutching muscles. He pushed her completely onto her back, her hand pulled from his cock as he moved next to her, his throbbing cock jerking against her naked hip. His mouth went to her breasts, nibbling at each nipple before his wet tongue slid down her belly, leaving a wet trail where it had visited. She knew what he was going to do, her hand going to his hair and trying to stop him. If she accepted his oral embrace between her legs, he might want her to reciprocate with her mouth on his cock. She hated that, Michael never pushing her to perform the act. He easily pulled free from her grasp, his tongue moving to her belly button, thrusting in and out as if it were her pussy. Kayla was breathing heavily; her body tense as his tongue made her skin come alive. His hands pushed on her inner thighs until she was forced to spread her legs wider, leaving her open and vulnerable to his oral assault.

Michael was entranced with the smell of her heated pussy, holding her legs open as his tongue reached out for her sensitive slit.

"EEEEEEHWWW!" She hissed through clenched teeth when his hot tongue touched her like a bolt of lightning, finding her moist slit. Her body succumbed to her own desires, unable to fight the pleasure that began to race through her body from the wickedly probing tongue as it sank deeper and deeper into her slit. She couldn't stop the inevitable pleasure that began to race through her body as his tongue brought her pussy alive, the juices flowing freely as the tongue wagged back and forth between her pussy lips.

He loved the taste of her pussy, his tongue lapping up her secret nectar, his nose pushed into her crotch as he began to eat her pussy. He felt her hips begin to move, Kayla unable to stop the pleasure in her body.

She should stop him, but she couldn't, the forbidden, shameful pleasure pounding in her body. She moaned softly, the waves of excitement building in her body, knowing that she would cum soon unless Michael stopped. She couldn't stop the uncontrollable undulation of her hips, grinding her wet pussy on Michael's face. The pleasure mounted. Then everything stopped! She opened her eyes to see Michael's head move up, his tongue leaving a tormenting trail of wet saliva along her belly and breasts before his mouth moved over her parched lips. His tongue moved in her mouth, but it was between her legs that she wanted him, but she dared not ask him.

Michael broke the kiss, seeing the look of despair in her eyes. He took one of her hands and slid it down his body until he wrapped her soft hand around his throbbing cock once again. "Stroke me," he ordered her.

Her fingers went to work on his cock, but she felt Michael's hands on her head. She tried to stop him, but he was too powerful and excited. She found her head sliding down over his stomach, her hand on his cock only inches from her face. Her lips clenched tight, refusing to do what she knew he wanted.

"Lick my balls," his voice adamant.

It wasn't what she was expecting but just as disgusting. His fingers pushed harder into her skull. It couldn't be that bad, at least his balls didn't shoot out a mouthful of thick, salty cum. With one hand masturbating his cock, her head slid down lower, her tongue slipping out of her mouth. She pushed her tongue against his heated balls, feeling the wrinkled skin and the thick, wiry pubic hairs. She cringed but continued to do the depraved act, her eyes closed as if she could somehow escape it. Her tongue made broad swipes along his balls, her other hand continuing to masturbate him, hoping to please him enough that she wouldn't have to do any more than she was now.

"Yes, that's a good wife, Kayla. Grab my ass and continue with your tongue on my balls. Get them all wet." He was beginning to enjoy this, holding her head, but she didn't try to push away any longer. He let her work his balls into a wet lather, then it was time to move on. His fingers grabbed her hair, curling into the blonde tendrils until he had a firm grip. "Now, lick my cock. Start with the shaft. All the way up and down. I want every hard inch of my cock covered with your spit." He tugged on her hair until he felt her hot breath on his cock, and then her tongue began to move ever so slowly along his shaft. Michael loved the idea of holding her by the hair, knowing that he was controlling her and she knew it, also.

Even though she knew she was being degraded by Michael, she still felt a tingling of excitement at the way his hands guided her head and she could do nothing but service his cock with her tongue. Michael had always been a demanding husband, but this had become more sexual, Kayla finding herself being forced to perform acts that she would normally be hesitant. Her tongue ran up and down the shaft, finding all the thick veins pounding with blood, tiny bumps and ridges on the shaft that she never discovered with her fingers. It was as though she was examining it more intimately. Her face was only inches from his cock, inhaling the scent of leaking cum and his maleness.

Michael never enjoyed her so much as now. Many women had sucked his cock, but they all did it willingly, Michael finding a new pleasure in forcing Kayla to perform this. It fit perfectly in his plan. "Now, lick the head. Slowly, I want to enjoy every touch of your tongue."

She cringed when her tongue moved over the smooth, spongy head of his cock. She struggled to hold the shaft, her hot breath and then the touch of her tongue on the sensitive flesh making it flex and shudder in pleasure. She started at the rim, running her tongue along the sensitive edge, the tip of her tongue tantalizing it. Then her tongue went to work on the head, finding the skin much smoother than she expected. She waited as long as possible, but she knew she had to finally do it, the tip of her tongue moving over the hole in the center, a disgusted grimace on her face when the first drops of salty cum coated her tongue with a thick coat. How could so little cum fill my mouth so quickly?

"Yes, that's so good, Kayla. I don't know why I didn't make you do this sooner." She was moving her tongue faster, over the head and down the side, almost feeling as though she was enjoying it as much as he was. Soon, he would teach her to suck his cock and swallow it. He felt the drops of cum dripping from his cock, her tongue lapping them up like a hungry kitten. "You like the taste of my cum, Kayla," he teased her.

She shook her head at his comment, the foul taste of cum in her mouth making her grimace, but she never stopped licking and stroking his cock.

He pulled her back up; his cock left in a state of need by her mouth and pressed his body against her. Her hard nipples pressed into his chest, his hands slipping around to grasp her twin buttocks and pull her against him until his cock was pushed into her hot, moist mound.

Kayla began to rock her body against him, feeling the urgent need of his cock against her pussy, feeling his pulsating masculinity seeking the same place that his tongue had been moments before. She moved her body just the right way, the head of his cock sliding along her wet slit until it got to her pussy. She felt his cock throb and swell, responding to it, her body contracting to accept him. "OOOHHH!" She groaned in wild ecstasy when the thick head pushed aside the tight knot of muscles and entered her, stretching her and seeking to fill her with his hard manhood.

It felt like the head of his cock was pressed into a hot, tight vise, her muscles clamping down on it, as his hips pressed forward, eager to push in and fill her with his cock. She was hot and wet, but so tight, Michael groaning as he pushed another inch in her, pulling out, then back in, two inches in her this time. He held her ass cheeks tightly to keep her impaled on his cock. It took three more strokes before he was fully inside her, resting deep in her pussy, the head of his cock crushed against her cervix as he flexed it, making it dance in her hot hole. He pulled all the way out until the head was barely gripped by her tight pussy, plunging back in, his hands holding her ass submissively against him as he made her take the full measure of his cock. He began to fuck her, noticing that she began to grind her hips from side to side, driving his cock deep inside her when he hammered into her.

She could hear the ringing sound of his flesh slapping against her, his heavy ball sack sliding between her legs and hitting her sharply on her buttocks. She should be crying out in pain from the piston-like thrusts of his rock-hard cock, but she welcomed it, Michael taking her with a harshness that she never knew before. It excited her, though it shouldn't have. Even the lingering taste of his cum in her mouth was a reminder to her of the way she was submitting to his perverse pleasure. His strong fingers dug deep rows in her ass cheeks, pulling apart her crack until she felt her anus open obscenely.

Michael was beyond reason now, his hands driving her body up to meet the punishing thrusts of his cock, but Kayla was taking him with barely a whimper. He couldn't wait any longer, feeling the ache in his balls as the cum shot out the end of his thundering cock. He felt his piss hole open up and his hot cum shot into the depths of her pussy. "Take it all, Kayla; I'm getting off in you." Michael shouted out.

She tried to stop it, but it was too late, the hot cum jetting into her pussy sending her muscles into contractions that set off her own quivering orgasm, the juices pouring from her pussy to join her husband's. How could I experience such pleasure from the way he sexually dominated me? Will he see my surrender this time as the stepping point next time, demanding more perverted and degrading acts from me? For now, it was only the pleasure that washed over her body, her pussy receiving jet after jet of his cum before he was finished with her.

Michael finally pulled his cock from her mound. He looked at Kayla, her sweat-drenched body exciting him, her pussy wet with their juices. He kissed her. "I love you, Kayla," he whispered in her ear. They went to bed, Michael already making plans for the next time. He would have to stop at the store and pick up some things, but he always enjoyed shopping for things like that.