Chapter One -- A Cry for Help
Darlene didn't want her marriage to end. She and Dwayne were still together
after twelve years "for the kids" but they fought constantly. Marriage
counseling didn't help. During one session, Darlene broke down, crying, "I want
to be a good wife. I just don't have any self-control." The counselor said that
he couldn't give Darlene self-discipline. They gave up counseling.
Oh, they agreed on some things. They scrimped and saved to buy the kids a
computer for Christmas in 1993 before home computers were 'in'. Now everyone has
a computer. Although the monthly cost strained their budget, they subscribed to
an on-line service.
While the kids were in school, Darlene set aside time to learn how to use the
computer. Once she felt comfortable with it, she began to explore on-line and
found a group discussing marriage problems on a local bulletin board. She read a
lot and posted a few times. Then, among the spam, she found an e-mail message:
Date: Fri, 2 Feb 1994 18:51:08 -0500
From: anonymous
Subject: GWU
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"
Status:
If you're serious about becoming a good wife and mother,
reply to this message. We can help.
Expecting some sales pitch in the next message, Darlene hit the reply button.
Now, three months later, she was signed up to attend a twelve week long
class--starting tonight.
-*-
Kim was enjoying the evening. Roger said that she needed 'wife training' if they
married. At first she objected, but gave in when he issued an ultimatum. Her
three previous marriages had failed, at least partly because of her. She was
determined to make this one work. Although their courtship lasted only a few
weeks, she felt she had found her soul mate. They had been married one month and
one day.
Roger was sophisticated, liberal, masculine, sexy, and everything else Kim
wanted in a husband. He was dark-complected and handsome with a rugged, squarish
jaw and piercing inky black eyes. At five-six, he was a nice match for her
five-one if you rounded up a half an inch. With her AmerAsian heritage, they
made a striking couple.
This was supposed to be the beginning of her wife training, but it looked more
like an ordinary cocktail party to Kim. Everyone was dressed up, but very
different. Dan, Debbie's fianc‚, wore an $800 suit and $200 shoes. Dwayne's suit
came from a discount store and his well-worn shoes weren't even polished.
Discussions centered on the foibles of modern marriage. Kim admitted past
mistakes and told stories about why her previous marriages failed, once she
discovered that everyone else was also having problems. Kim admitted that she
pouted and withheld sex when she didn't get her way. Other women said that they
had done the same.
Chris said that a wife should always be available for sex. She argued
convincingly that a good wife should drain her husband sexually using every
trick in the book, describing how she played 'dress up' and 'dress down',
bondage games, masseuse, hooker, dominatrix, and even sexually promiscuous
daughter for her husband. Kim found Chris' stories strangely arousing.
-*-
Laura felt out of place in the elegant country home. This was supposed to be the
start of a course in wifery. As she looked around, she felt frumpy, overweight
and under dressed. The only thing she and Bill had in common with the other
couples was marital problems.
Their sons were grown and gone. Both boys graduated from college and were
starting successful careers. Both married wonderful young women and Laura was
looking forward to grandchildren. Her favorite daughter-in-law, Sissy,
recommended this 'wife course' when Laura confided that she and Bill were stuck
in a loveless, sexless, going-nowhere marriage.
"I want us together for the grand kids," Laura tearfully confessed to her
daughter-in-law. "I don't know how we're going to make it."
So here she was, frumpy, dumpy, chubby -- well, fat -- and willing to try
anything in a last ditch effort to hold their marriage together "'til death do
us part."
Two months ago, she applied for admission to GWU. She and Bill both completed
very explicit and personal surveys, instructed to keep their answers from each
other. Then they underwent thorough physical exams. Finally, on Friday, June 7,
she stood before a notary and signed up.
-*-
"Let's get together," Clarice yelled, clapping her hands in the middle of the
room to get everyone's attention. Clarice was living proof that older women are
sexy. Slender and dressed in a black dress that few twenty-year-old women could
wear, she was stunning. Generous cleavage showed above a tightly laced bodice
that hugged her narrow waist. Her shapely legs were displayed by a slit that
went from the hem all the way to the top of her thigh and showed peeks of
stocking tops.
Clarice looked her age, 52. Wrinkles showed in her face and her dark brown hair
was flecked with gray, but she was noticed by every man in the place. Her
sensuous grace was complemented by a perpetual smile. She flirted with every man
there. Now she took charge.
"Find seats and get comfortable," she called out, not quite as loudly now that
conversations were quieting. "It's time you ladies found out what you've gotten
yourselves into."
Conversational cliques, mostly men with men and women with women broke up.
Couples rejoined and found seats together on the sectionals in the home's great
room. The middle of the room was open with everyone facing the center where
Clarice stood.
"Thank you all for coming. I'm happy you're here. We'll start with a symbolic
gesture, placing the 'chains of love'. Husbands, please shackle your wives."
Two women passed out leg shackles and each husband knelt and closed the steel
cuffs around his wife's ankles. Darlene and Debbie felt a shiver of fear as cold
metal pressed against their nylon-clad ankles. Kim felt something else, a twinge
of arousal. Laura's husband gave her a sensuous kiss, a deep Frenching that
embarrassed her. She tried to pull away. PDAs always embarrassed her.
"It's too late to back out now. For the next twelve weeks, you're prisoners of
love. Your experience will be far better and far worse than you've imagined. I
know you're wondering what's going to happen to you. Well, it's time to find
out. I think I'm a good wife but it took a lot of work to become one," she
continued. "Pleasing my husband is my life. I'm ecstatically happy now that I've
learned how to please him. All of you will learn to please your husbands."
She paused, looking at the new women knowingly. Then she continued so softly
that everyone had to listen intently to hear her. "And one thing that you are
uncomfortable with is sex. Sex. S-E-X. In twelve weeks, you'll love sex and your
husband more than you can imagine."
"I'm going to put on a little demonstration," she snickered, "I do this for my
husband. He loves me to play his 'slut wife' occasionally. It's supposed to
shock you. Don't worry. You don't have to be as nasty as I am to be a good wife,
and you won't ever have to do what I'm about to do." As she spoke, she pushed
the straps on her dress off her shoulders and reached behind her back to lower
the zipper. Smiling, she let her dress drop away to display sagging but still
attractive breasts that tilted up, topped by chocolate colored and very erect
nipples.
The newcomers looked on in shock as she pushed the dress down her hips to
display a garter belt and stockings, her only undergarments. "Come on, hon'.
Time to dress mommy," she grinned, gesturing to her husband. He held a corset
clutched in one hand and a pair of boots in the other.
Kim jumped up, yelling, "That's it. I'm out of here."
"Too late," Chris said. "You agreed to complete the course. You're..."
"Fuck you, bitch!" Kim shouted, starting toward the door but hobbled by the
shackles. "And take these gawd-damned things off of me right now."
Three women calmly got up. Peggy, the oldest at 55, went to a case against the
wall and returned with leather cuffs and other bondage implements. Chris
snatched Kim's arm and twisted it behind her, bending her arm painfully while
the other two buckled the leather cuffs around each wrist. Kim screamed
obscenities until a harness was buckled onto her head and a red rubber ball was
pressed against her lips. She clenched her teeth to resist the gag, still
mouthing a string of cuss words through her teeth.
The other women were too shocked to move. Clarice told them, "It often starts
this way. You all agreed that we might use corporal punishment and restraint to
get our lessons across. Ladies, there's no escape now. Your education has begun.
Either you can enjoy learning new things or you can spend the next twelve weeks
in bondage with your body striped with whip marks. It's your choice. Now back to
my demonstration."
Redmond, Clarice's husband, laced the corset tightly onto her body, then relaced
it three times from top to bottom until her fifty-year-old figure was hourglass
shaped and her breasts were pushed up into delectable mounds of flesh, erect
nipples showing over the top of the cups. Then she sat on a cocktail table while
he laced boots to her feet.
When she rose, the new women couldn't imagine how she could walk. Her toes were
pointed straight down with stiletto heels that looked a foot tall just behind
the pointed toe tip. But she stood gracefully and accepted a sensuous kiss and
hug from her husband before walking back to the middle of the room in short
swinging steps.
"So who'd like to be fucked and sucked?" she asked, looking around the room. Her
eyes stopped on Laura. "Your husband is aroused. His cock is hard. He's ready
for sex. Will you strip yourself and give your husband the relief he needs?"
Laura just blushed and shivered in embarrassment.
"Hon', I know your hubby's cock is up. He'd like sex right now. Just a few
minutes ago, you wouldn't even let him kiss you. In a few weeks, you'll be able
to do this and enjoy doing it."
Clarice gracefully fell to her knees in front of William and opened his fly. He
was so hard that she had to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants to free his
erection. She smiled at Laura as she pursed her lips and slid them down onto
Bill's prick. Then Clarice flattened her back and pushed her body forward so
Bill's average but still substantial erection disappeared completely in her
mouth until her lips were buried in his thatch of pubic hair. Her nostrils
flared, and after a few moments she had to withdraw enough to breathe, slurping
up and down his shaft.
"You can do this," she whispered to Laura as she pumped Bill's cock with her
hand. "You can please your husband sexually and oh, you can't imagine the
rewards."
"Oh, Lord!" Bill groaned as Clarice returned to sucking him. It took only
seconds before he thrust his hips forward and emptied his sperm into her mouth.
She looked up at him, grinning around his softening cock, gently licking and
sucking it clean for several minutes until it limply slipped from her lips.
Although the new women didn't think it was possible in those shoes, Clarice
tilted herself backward and gracefully rose straight up to a standing position
and tip toed over to Dan. She turned her bottom toward him.
"Fuck this old pussy, stud. I need it. It'll make Red horny and happy too.
Please, oh, please fuck me. Do it hard!"
"If you want, you can strip yourself and beg him to take you instead," Chris
told Debbie. "You need to lose your inhibitions so you can compete with sluts.
Do you want your husband to fuck you? Right here? Right now?"
Everyone looked at the poor girl. "I don't.. I.."
"It's all right," Chris said clearly. "The old lady wants to show off, don't
you, Clary? We all start out inhibited. Go on Dan. She's ready for it."
The young man looked at his fianc‚ uncertainly, then at the slender buttocks
framed by the corset and hose tops.
"Is it OK, Deb?" Chris asked in a stage whisper, "Wouldn't it be hot to see your
young stud fuck an old lady? You're not married yet. It's not even adultery."
Debbie passively let Chris take her hand, unbuckle her fianc‚'s belt, and then
open his slacks. Debbie was in a daze, mesmerized by what was happening. Dan was
hard and ready. He kissed his future bride, then knelt behind Clarice. He
positioned his cockhead at the entrance of Clarice's hole and thrust forward.
"Aahh, yes," Clarice gasped. "All the way. Go."
In two swings of his hips, Dan was buried inside Clarice, his belly pressed
against her butt.
"Don't move," Clarice panted.
As everyone watched, the older woman's gluteal muscles clenched and relaxed
rhythmically, causing Dan to groan, "Oh, gawd, what are you doing!?"
"She's milking his cock with her cunt muscles," Chris explained softly, not
wanting to break the erotic spell. "At an age when some women are incontinent
and wearing diapers, Clary can milk the spunk out of a man without moving
anything but her internal muscles. She's incredible. I'm still developing my
muscles in there and I'm getting pretty good, aren't I, hon'?"
"You sure are," Bruce, her husband, agreed.
"But one of our rules is that the man is always right," Chris whispered to Dan.
"If you want to fuck her hard, go ahead. She'll love it!"
"Gawd!!" Dan screamed shrilly, twitching in a way that let everyone know that he
was filling the older woman's pussy with a big creamy load without thrusting at
all. A few seconds later he fell back, his softening but still large prick
gleaming with a coating of his spunk and Clarice's juices.
"Thanks, stud," Clarice whispered, swiveling around on her knees to gently lick
and suck his cock clean. "Now I'm going to be selfish," Clarice said loudly,
again standing. "I need to get off. I need a triple fuckin' gangbang to end my
demo. Who wants my cunt?"
Roger needed no prompting. Dwayne lay on his back on a sturdy cocktail table so
Clarice could stretch a condom over his rod before she settled onto it with a
moan. She urged Roger to penetrate her bottom hole, finally just ordering him to
"fuck my ass!"
Chris, Peggy, and Doris stripped so each could please her own husband. Chris
offered Red relief but he declined, saying he loved 'sloppy seconds' and was
especially fond of getting his wife off when she was super turned on by one of
her 'slut wife' acts. Darlene, Debbie, and Laura were invited to participate but
they remained in shock, unable to move or speak, much less participate. All were
aroused, even though they were also disgusted and shocked by Clarice's
demonstration. In twenty minutes, every penis in the room was limp. Dan went
again, using Clarice's back hole for his pleasure at her prompting.
"It's time," Peggy announced. "Come here, candidates," she ordered the
newcomers.
Three of them joined her in the middle of the room. Chris dragged Kim over. The
rubber ball was now deep in her mouth.
"Strip," Peggy ordered.
Lying on her side on the cocktail table, Clarice advised, "You'd better obey.
Otherwise you'll end up like your friend there."
Chris held the chain joining Kim's cuffs up high to bend the woman at the waist.
Peggy used a seam-ripper to cut the stitches that held the dress together. Then
she used scissors to cut off Kim's panty hose. The little AmerAsian woman was
naked.
The other newcomers felt humiliated by the unaccustomed public nudity and sex.
Every one of them was also sexually aroused.
"I can't do this," Laura sobbed. Never in her life had she exposed her body in
public. Being caught nude in public was a nightmare when she was a child in
school. She just couldn't strip herself.
"Help her," Chris encouraged Bill. "I'll help too." She took his hand and put it
on the top button of his wife's dress.
"I... Maybe we should cancel," Bill said, looking at his wife, the woman who
shared his bed for over twenty years.
Clarice got back up. "Maybe my little demonstration was too much. I'm me. My
husband and I both are turned on when I play 'slut wife.' For us, it's fun. We
do it a couple of times a year. But it took us twenty years of marriage to
discover that we both had fantasies about this and another few years before we
got up the courage to act it out."
"We're not going to turn your wives into sluts like me. There's no way one of
your wives will ever do something like this unless both of you want it," Clarice
told the men. "You and your wives need to talk about what turns _YOU_ on, each
of you individually and both of you together. One of you might like being tied
up, another wants a spanking, or maybe it's you that wants a spanking. My
demonstration was for shock value. So is stripping right here in front of a
crowd of strangers. This is the start of basic training, a kind of initiation,
like for a sorority. We even call it 'hell week'. So get those clothes off,
ladies, or we'll do it for you."
Much quieter now, Clarice explained, "You can only learn so much about sex from
books or films. You may pick up a technique or two, but the best teacher is
experience. In the next twelve weeks, you're going to practice sex by
yourselves, with each other, and with your husbands. You already consented in
writing in front of a notary public. You also agreed that we could use physical
restraint and corporal punishment to ensure compliance with our rules. So please
remove your clothing so we can continue."
Bill kissed his wife's forehead tenderly as he unbuttoned the dress all the way
down the front and slid it off to reveal a long, white, 'industrial strength'
foundation garment over pantyhose. Laura's humiliation grew as he peeled it down
until Chris had to unlock the shackles so he could pull it off.
"OK, guys. Kiss 'em good bye. Have a last fuck if you can get it up again,"
Peggy crudely told them. "You won't be getting any for at least a week, maybe
more."
"Very good," Clarice encouraged when Roger laid Kim down on the coffee table and
kissed her exposed pussy, licking her clit so she moaned and grunted around the
rubber ball gag, then entered her violently and pumped out another load of
sperm.
"I love you," Dwayne told his wife.
"You, too," Darlene whimpered to Dwayne, praying that no one could tell how
aroused she was at that moment. She wanted to be fucked, right then, right there
but couldn't bring herself to admit it.
"Take me home. Please," Debbie and Laura begged their SOs.
"You all agreed to this," Clarice reminded the nude women.
"I agreed to learn to be a good wife," Debbie whimpered, "Not to.. to..."
Clarice snickered. "You _will_ learn to be a good wife. Now out to the van."
They filed out to the van, goose bumps rising from the chill of the evening air.
Red and Bruce lifted them in since they couldn't step up in their shackles. They
took places on benches in the back of the van, which had dark tinted windows.
"I'll leave your hands free if you promise to behave," Debbie told the group.
"Otherwise you'll be restrained. Anybody want cuffs and a gag?"
When no one answered, Peggy buckled Kim's seat belt and the van was off.
