TITLE    : The Sisterhood
STORYID  : the-sisterhood
SUMMARY  : Revolt of Nerd-Brenda's story.
AUTHOR   : slow_n_gentle@lit
DATE     : 2008-12-22
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating|lesbian|submissive|


My name is Brenda Davis. I use to be a member of the Sisterhood until certain events in 2008 changed all that.



I was a freshman at the University studying hard and partying harder. I went to a frat party everyone said was the ultimate. There was great music and unlimited alcohol. The guys were all asking me to dance and giving me drinks whenever my cup was empty. A couple of guys tried to grab my ass and tits, but I brushed them away quickly. I started to feel tired after a couple hours of dancing and drinking so I sat down in the game room to rest. The next thing I remember is waking up naked in a strange bed. I sat up and tried to figure out where I was when the door opened and these 2 young women walked in.



"Don't have the foggiest idea where you are, how you got naked, where your clothes are, or if you were raped? Do you!"



The sudden fear must have shown on my face. The blonde smiled, "I'm Beth. This is Amy. We rescued you from the frat house when you passed out. You didn't watch those guys closely making your drinks. They drugged you. You and the one in the next room were going to be last night's sluts for the frat house. Your clothes are under the bed. Get dressed and meet us in the kitchen. We need to talk."



I heard Beth repeating the same statement to someone next door. I retrieved my clothes and quickly dressed. I found the bathroom across the hall. I used the john and washed up. I looked like shit in the mirror. I headed down the hall toward the voices.



I sat at the table. Beth set a cup of coffee and some toast in front of me. Next to me sat another girl who looked as bad as I felt.



"OK, listen up. We have been watching you two for a while now. You have the qualities we are looking for in our candidates. We think with a little help, you two can become an asset to the organization."



"What do you mean?" The other girl inquired. "What organization? Who the hell are you?"



Amy replied "Beth and I are members of a women's organization call the Sisterhood. The Sisterhood was formed in the 60s to help career minded women to succeed in the world. We are networked all over the U.S. but mainly in the Midwest. We will assist you in achieving you career goals, passing courses, finding safe men for sex and finding the right men to marry that will encourage your career success. The members watch out for one another, we can tell you what parties to avoid, which players are the best lovers, who is gentle for a beginner, and who can teach you some variation. The men you play with are not marriage material. They are boy toys to gain experience in what gives you pleasure and how you can pleasure a man to get what you want. Marriage men will have very little if any experience with sex. We look for the men with the open mind who treats women as equals, who want a partner, not just a wife. Our members observe all the men on campus. We check out the players, we date the marriage candidates. We keep a list of keepers and rejects. We help you find the keeper. You train him in giving you the pleasure you want."



I asked Beth what we had to do in this organization. She told me the main goal of each member was to achieve your best in your career, then help other Sisters. Your purpose is to assist and protect another sister. Amy said she would submit our name if we were interested. If not, forget we ever had this conversation. The other girl and I said we wanted in. I found out her name was Marcie.



I received an email inviting me to 301 Green Street this Friday at 8:00 for membership into the Sisterhood. Casual dress.



Upon arrival, I was greeted by name by a woman I remember talking with at the student union earlier in the semester. She directed me downstairs and to sit in the front row. A chair would have my name on it. Over the next few minutes, Marcie and four other women entered and sat. Then the room started to fill with about twenty other women. Amy was on my left and Beth on my right with Marcie next to her. A dark haired older woman sat at a table in the front of the room. Once everyone was seated, she brought the meeting to order. She introduced herself as Janet Lawson one of the founders of the Sisterhood. Janet then called the new members to the front to sign a contract between us and the Sisterhood After all six new members had signed; Janet closed the meeting and said refreshments were served in the next room. As people moved around the room and introduced themselves, I remembered talking to a few of them over the previous three months. Beth pulled Marcie and I to the side and told us she and Amy were our mentors. Beth told us to go to the third floor and enter room 304. Enter the bedroom with our name on it. Remove all our clothes and put on the outfit on the bed. We would be here until Sunday afternoon. I removed my blouse and skirt. I pulled on the oversized shirt, then sat on the bed.



Amy stepped into my room and closed the door. Walking toward me she said our training was about to begin. Amy lifted my chin and kissed me gently on the lips. She grabbed my shoulders as I started to pull away. She said Sisters were a little Bi. Who better to show a woman her pleasure points than another woman? She proceeded to kiss from my ears down my neck causing shivers down through my body. Amy pulled the shirt over my head leaving me in my bra and thong. A scowl crossed her face as she told me to lie across the bed face down. She placed her hand in the middle of my back and pressed down firmly. I tried to jump up as she started slapping my ass repeatedly. She stopped after what seemed like many minutes of pain. Tears were running down my cheeks and my ass felt like it was on fire. Amy had me sit on the side of the bed. She lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes.



"When I give you a request, I expect it to be carried out completely." Amy coldly stated. "Which part of remove all clothes didn't you understand? Now strip and lie on you back."



I removed my bra and thong; quickly lying on my back as requested.



Amy lay on her side next to me. She kissed my ear and neck as her hand lightly stroked the underside of my left breast. She continued to gently massage my breasts avoiding my nipples as her lips moved down my neck and across my chest. As her lips reached my breast, her left hand moved slowly down my abdomen until her finger was moving gently up and down my outer lips.



"Following my request," Amy whispered, "is a lot more pleasurable, don't you agree? I will show you your erotic points and how to stimulate them. Then you will demonstrate what you have learned. Do you understand?"



"Yes," I moaned as my body responded to her caress as she slid two fingers into my wet opening and slowing moved them in and out as she softly licked around my nipples.



She curled her fingers upward increasing the pressure on my G-spot while she alternated sucking and nipping my nipples. My heart was pounding and my breathing quickened as I felt my orgasm coming. I started moaning and trying to tell Amy but the words wouldn't come out. Amy suddenly sucked hard on my left nipple as she pinched the right one sending me over the top. My back arched and I screamed as my body became rigid. As I started to relax, Amy slid down my body and slid my clit between her lips. She sucked and teased it with her tongue as her fingers moved in and out as one orgasm after another rolled through my body until I finally pushed Amy's head away. Amy crawl up and held me, kissing my head and neck as I slowly returned. I opened my eyes to see Amy smiling at me. She gently moved away from me.



"Relax," she whispered, "I'll get us something to drink from the kitchen. Be back in a minute."



As Amy opened the bedroom door to leave, I could hear a loud wailing moan from someone in the apartment. As it died off I heard low voices and light laughter. A minute later Amy returned with two bottles of water and a couple of towels.



I wiped off with the towel as we sat on the bed cooling down. When I finished the water, Amy asked if I was ready to demonstrate what I learned. I told her I thought I was ready. Amy opened the bedroom door and a minute later a naked Beth entered and closed the door. She walked over and kissed Amy whispering something in her ear, then lay on her back on the bed.



"Demonstrate on Beth," Amy requested," I will observe for a while. Amy sat in a chair by the dresser.



I lay next to Beth and started to kiss and caress her as Amy had done to me. I kept my pace slow and listened to the sounds Beth made before moving on. As Beth began her first orgasm, I saw Amy leave the room and go into the next bedroom. I continued my work on Beth until I was pushed away by a satiated woman. I held Beth until she calmed down. She kissed me on the lips and said I passed with honors.



We spent the rest of the weekend trading partners, practicing, and learning new skills. On Sunday afternoon, Marcie and I demonstrated together everything we learned while Amy and Beth observed.



Beth told us to return next Friday at 7:00 for the next lesson. We would again stay the weekend. Lastly, tell no one, including other sisters, what we did this weekend.



Friday Marcie and I arrived to room 304 on schedule. Amy gave us each a glass of wine and told us to relax in the living room; Beth would be with us in a moment. A few minutes later Beth walked in and announced everything was set; it was time to go. Beth drove us to a non descript single story house in a blue collar neighborhood of the city. We followed Amy as she walked in without knocking as if we were expected. 



Inside the house was clean but very basic, more of a male domain due to the lack of female taste in color and accessories. Four guys were sitting in the living room having a drink and talking as we entered. As they became quiet, Amy introduced us to the men. Amy took my hand and led me to a bedroom as Beth did the same with Marcie. The bedroom was cramped with two full size beds and 2 small dressers. Amy told me to undress and set my clothes on the dresser as she began to do the same. She said Beth had arranged for us to experience four excellent players for tonight. Amy said she had experienced each before and they were some of the best. Two of the men walked in and began undressing. Amy motioned the blonde one toward me as the other came to her. For the rest of the evening we were fucked hard and loved gently. Amy was right; these guys were the best lovers I had ever had in my limited experience. During the evening, Amy taught me how to make love to a man, how to get him hard with my hands and mouth, and how to stimulate him with subtle words or movements. By the time we left for the apartment, we were tired but more experienced.



The rest of the weekend and many weekends after we were taught and experienced sex. I figured I could become an escort if college didn't work out. By the time Beth and Amy were through teaching, there wasn't anything from anal to oral that we hadn't done. We had experienced men, women, three ways, four ways, and even an orgy. There was one thing we didn't experience, an inexperienced man. That would be much later during our Junior and Senior years. That would be the keeper.



Just before the school year finished, Beth called me over to the apartment. She gave me a glass of wine and told me to join the rest in the living room. Amy and Marcie were there along with another trainee I remember from the membership night. Her name was June and her trainer was Marie. With the formalities complete, I sat down and Amy began explaining the reason for the meeting.



"Brenda, Marcie, June," Amy slowly but clearly began, "While you are members of the Sisterhood, the reason the three of you were told not to discuss your training with the others, is you are part of a new faction of the Sisterhood. We are the part of a group who belief many of the ideas of the organization are obsolete. The Sisterhood ideals of networking for career advancement, and aiding sisters in securing promising jobs is a great platform, but times have changed. The idea of finding men who support our careers and belief in partnership in marriage is fine; it is the fidelity and family that has changed. Women with families are not advanced as quickly as those without children. We are limited because we cannot travel often due to family obligations unlike men. "



"Fidelity is the other outdated ideal. Men can party and play around with the upper management to advance. We believe in the same thing. Why can't we use sex to advance our career? So we have a little affair with the right men who can guarantee us a faster climb up the corporate ladder. The secret is to find that husband that will blindly trust you and never question your reasoning or doubt your word. The old sisterhood taught finding a good man who was a partner for life. The new sisterhood believes in finding the shy, highly intelligent male with little or no sexual experience and very little social skill. Use our abilities to help advance them into great paying jobs. Use our talents to start climbing the corporate ladder by finding those managers that can advance our careers or keep our husband busy at work while we advance our career. After 10 years, the new sisters believe the husband has provided all that he can and is no longer needed. We divorce them taking all the assets we can, and continue with our careers. Men have done it to women for ages. The male executive who dumps the 45year old wife of 20 years for the new 25 year old model is viewed as common practice. Well ladies, we become the new model for women. We become the executive and dump the husband."



Beth looked at June, Marcie, and me. "Well ladies. The three of you were selected because the New Sisterhood believes you display the character we are looking for. If you don't agree with our beliefs, speak now. We will report you failed the induction training and you will be removed from the Sisterhood. If you believe as we do, you will help build a new and better organization. As you see we can currently only nominate 3 of the 6 new invites into the Sisterhood. In the years ahead, we will gain in number so we will eventually run the organization.



Marcie, June, and I told Beth we wanted to stay. The meeting became more festive as Amy brought out a book and showed us pictures and names of the former sisters who are part of the new faction. She pointed out the current members on campus from last year's group photo.



I went to the Sisterhood reunion in August. Beth contacted Marcie and me to come a week early. Talk about a wild time at the Hyatt. The New Sisters knew how to have a good time when they were away from home. The regular reunion was like a sewing circle in comparison.



My sophomore year, Marcie and I shared an apartment. Beth and Amy were still our mentors, but as seniors, they concentrated on finding solid husband material. We attended the regular Sisterhood meetings and now the New Sisterhood meetings held in the backroom of a bar on the edge of town. Marcie and I were assigned to watch the incoming freshman girls and report possible candidates for the juniors to interview. We turned in about a dozen regular candidates and gave Beth the names of six possible New Sisters. Our spring semester job was to socialize with sophomore male candidates from the lists given us. Marcie and I ran through those pretty quickly. We really concentrated on the list the New Sisters gave us. They were the ones rejected by the regular sisters as no social skills. Marcie and I would each talk and flirt with them and compare notes. We kept an eye on the best nerds we could find. While trying to keep up in my classes, I found my ideal man, Matt.



Matt was a grad student finishing his masters in computer science. He worked part time in the computer lab as an assistant and tutor. He was short, about 5'7", a little overweight, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. I knew after the first evening there he was the perfect nerd. He would hurry to help me if I just looked at him. I started showing up on the evenings he worked. I invited him out to coffee one evening after the lab closed. I told him it was a thank you for all his help. He was very shy and bashful and it took a long time to make him feel comfortable enough to carry a conversation. I knew I had him when we started meeting for coffee frequently. He would smile when he saw me and I swear his eyes would glaze over. After a month, I told him he was taking me to Chili's Saturday night. I was tired of waiting for him to ask. He could either agree or quit seeing me. He agreed and we started going out to dinner most weekends.



During this time with Matt I still had to check out the nerds for the Sisterhood. I would meet them at the Student Union so it would look more like class related in case Matt saw us. Since he didn't party or know where I lived, I would meet the approved players at their place to take care of my urges. My problem came when I found he was graduating this year. He gave me the perfect opening when he asked why he didn't see me dating anyone else on campus. I quickly told him I found the right one; I just had to wait until he figured it out and decided to do something about it. He took me to his place that night. I found out he was a virgin with no experience. I had to supply the condom. After the bad sex that night, I knew I had him. We spent most of the weekends together until he graduated. I taught him what to do for me and he learned very quickly. By graduation, he was a very good lover, not player quality, but very satisfying. He always wanted to make love to me, never fast and hard, always slow and sweet. I'm glad the players were still around.



Matt was hired in the IT department of Jeffers Insurance in Chicago after graduation. He got a great salary and a signing bonus. We would email each other almost every day. He would call me every Wednesday night at 8:00 and talk for one hour.



The end of my sophomore year Amy became engaged to a nerd named Jim. He was into building management. Beth married Tom, a CPA. Marie married Ray, an electrical engineer. Marcie and I would be juniors next year and living at the Sisterhood building. We would also become the mentors.



Marcie and I met Beth and Amy at Reunion Week. I told Amy about Matt and his job. She told me her Jim worked for the same company. Jim was in charge of the branch building in Detroit. She worked for a consulting company and the job was going well. She was having drinks a couple of times a week after work with two guys in upper management. Both were motivated players on the corporate ladder and married. Beth had a married district manager already hooked. The New Sisters played hard the whole week. I think they were trying to cram a year's worth of wild sex into a week. 



Marcie and I were busy our junior year. We were mentors to Tina and Kathy, a couple of smart party girls from the Springfield area. They listened well and caught on quickly to the benefits of the New Sisterhood. It was also the year I hooked up with Zack on a regular basis. He was a player with some intelligence. He had a fiancé in Indiana whose dad owned a large supply company that covered the Midwest. The fiancé went to school in Indiana while Zack studied Sales and Marketing in Illinois. He emailed her regular and went to see her once a month. She seemed to be happy with that. I was happy with the rest of his time. I even shared him with Marcie and occasionally with Tina and Kathy. Matt would stay the weekend a couple of times each month. He would rent a room at the Holiday Inn because I said we couldn't have men stay the night. He was OK with that. 



I almost lost Matt in the spring. He asked me in a soft sad voice if I wouldn't rather date men at college than carry on a long distance relationship with him. I thought for a minute someone had told him about Zack or one of the other players I saw. I took a chance and told him he was all I wanted. That cheered him up so I went for broke. I told him it would help since I still had a year left if I could be engaged to keep the wolves away. He came down the next weekend with a ring and proposed. He started to email me pictures of homes for sale in the Chicago area. I told him a townhouse he sent looked good. Two weeks later he told me he bought it.

<hr pg="2" />I came up to see the house one weekend. Matt wanted me to start picking out colors and furniture. We went out with a couple of people he worked with and their wives. One was his boss Quinn and the other was Duncan, head of marketing. I turned on the charm to him and told him I would be graduating next year with a degree in sales and marketing. I smiled a sly smile and asked if a woman had a chance for advancement at the company. He and Quinn both caught my meaning. Duncan said they were always looking for new bright talent. The evening went very well and Matt got extremely lucky that night. I picked out the colors I wanted in a couple of rooms before I left to make Matt happy. I told him I would come back up in a month. If he would buy another bed for one of the other bedrooms, I would bring Marcie with me.



Marcie and I traveled to the house a couple of times before the school year ended. We went out with Matt's new friends and became better acquainted. We were introduced to Frank of accounting and Ralph in legal. Ralph thought Marcie would enjoy working for his department after graduation.



Summer came and went. I visited Matt about once a month. We went out with his friends most of the time. He was finishing the rooms just the way I wanted them including the furniture.



In August I went to the reunion. Beth and Amy brought me up to date on their careers and I told them about my new contacts at Matt's company. I also introduced Tina and Kathy to the women. This year I went wild with the rest of the women. I tried to have all the sex I could handle. I would wake up most morning with a cock or pussy by my face and cum and juice covering my body. Marcie and I had a little girl action first with our mentors and then later in the week with our students. She and I still liked to sleep together whenever we didn't have male company. We had only used one bed since we started rooming together as sophomores. 



Senior year really flew by. We found the ideal guy for Marcie. Ben was becoming a CPA and was as much a nerd as Matt. It took Marcie a long time to train him to please her. He caught on quicker when she started using a paddle on his ass when he didn't do things right. I think she discovered the new ideal man for the New Sisterhood.



I was almost caught by Matt one afternoon, Zack and I were fucking like monkeys when Marcie came running in. She saw Matt parking in front of the apartment building. We sent Zack down the back stairs while I jumped in the shower. Marcie answered the door. I came out in a robe drying my hair. When I questioned him why he was there, he hung his head like a scolded child as he explained he had just finished a job in Springfield and dropped by on the way back to Chicago. I told him I was happy to see him but he should call first. He almost missed me as I was getting ready to leave for a study group. Matt apologized and promised he would call in the future. I kissed him goodbye and he left smiling.



Before graduation Marcie, Ben, and I went up to the townhouse for a long weekend. We had lunch with Matt and his new friends. Marcie and I flirted heavy with the four men since their wives weren't around. Matt and Ben seemed oblivious to the whole thing. By the end of lunch, Marcie, Ben, and I were pretty much guaranteed a job at Jeffers Insurance.



The week after I graduated, Matt and I were married. Marcie, Ben, and I were hired by Jeffers with the understanding that Marcie and I would start in September. We told them we needed time to set up house.



Marcie and I attended the reunion. We swapped news with our friends when we weren't fucking our brains out. Marcie and I returned to Chicago satiated and tired.



Marcie and I really enjoyed our new careers. The work was challenging at times as we had a lot to learn about the company. Quinn, Matt's boss, and Duncan, my boss, were always trying to find some reason to see me. Marcie was having the same trouble with her boss, Ralph. We solved the problem by going to the Spa every Saturday. We would leave in the morning and drive over to Duncan's house when his wife would visit her parents and sisters for the weekend or Ralph's cabin about 30 miles away if the guys didn't want to pay for a motel room. During one of our trysts I suggested they send Ben out of town for a couple of days when Matt has to travel to a different branch. That started the routine that we have used for over nine years.



I convinced Duncan to find a job for our sister June. She ran into a little mad wife trouble at her job. We brought her with us to our Saturday spa so she could interview with the guys. She was hired a week later. We told her to let us pick the players from now on.



Amy was always the inventive one with the husband thing. She advised Marcie and me to take over the family finances shortly after we were married. Show the husband we could do it to leave him more time for his projects. Once they became confident in our ability, we started to move money in small amounts into an account in our name only. We hide all record of it and never let him see any trace of its existence. As our income increases over the years, the amount moved increased with it. By the ten year mark, we would have a good nest egg plus everything we take from the divorce.



It was at the 2007 reunion that Beth and Amy happily announced they had both filed for divorce. They sent the husbands on a fishing trip. They had the guys call when they were headed home. Besides having a two day affair with their bosses, they cleaned out the bank accounts, filed divorce papers, and had the locks changed. When the guys arrived, their clothes were in plastic bags on the drive and a process server gave them their papers. Amy said she considered divorcing him last year, but only came up with the separate account idea 6 years ago. I told Amy my plan was going well and Matt was history next year. Marcie said she was still thinking about it. Ben let her do anything and believed whatever she said. He wouldn't even open the mail because she told him not to. He had developed into a perfect submissive husband. I thought about what Marcie said but knew Matt would never become that submissive. He may love me but he wouldn't become a mindless slave.



I was nominated and won election to be the Historian for the Sisterhood. I became the caretaker of the Journal. All the Sisters would email me of any changes to their life. My term would expire in 2010. It also gave our group access to where the old guard were working and living. Better to keep our Sisters out of view of the stodgy old thinkers.



Marcie and I were moving right along. We had been at the company for 9 years. We both had been promoted at least twice and always received the maximum bonus.



My life started great in 2008, I set up my own travel schedule to the branches so I could hook up with Zack since we sort of worked the same area. Once in a while I convinced the company to allow Marcie to come to answer any possible legal issue. She always like a little Zack action and he got off on 3 ways and watching some girl-girl action. Matt was on 3 day trips at least twice a month. Marcie didn't worry about Ben anymore. She stayed with me whenever Matt left. I became aggressive in putting money in my special account. I even reduced what was going into Matt's retirement account to add to my account.



Saturday with the guys and the spa became more of a sex and planning meeting. We would have sex and plan Matt's next trip out of town. Marcie and I used the spa to relax and get cleaned up before going home. I told Marcie I was starting to get some bad vibes about Quinn. Frank and Ralph were once a month or so lovers, but Duncan and Quinn were every week. Duncan knew it was just sex for promotions but Quinn was starting to act a little possessive toward me. I thought about seeing if Duncan could get him transferred somewhere else, but we needed him to keep Matt out of the way. I had to calm him down before he ruined a good thing.



Matt came home one evening looking so pale I thought I would have to take him to the hospital. He ran to the bathroom and started vomiting. He headed upstairs mumbling something and went to bed. After I checked on Matt, I called Marcie I was so worried. I hoped it was only a 24 hour thing because everything was set; he was scheduled for a 3 day trip to Cleveland; Ben was being sent to Springfield and June's husband was going to be on the road. It turned out to be nothing. Matt was better by the next evening.



Tuesday Matt flew to Cleveland and Ben went to Springfield. All four guys came over Tuesday night. It turned into an orgy in the living room. I hadn't been fucked so many times in so many different ways since the Reunion. Everyone took off before midnight except Marcie. She stayed with me in my bed that night. The next night the guys split us up into the separate bedrooms. I started giving Duncan a blowjob when Quinn came in and started fucking me doggie style. I felt him start to get bigger like he was ready when suddenly he pulled out and told Duncan to switch. The two kept doing that every time they got close. I started having a continuous orgasm until I finally collapsed. Duncan flipped me on my back, pulled my legs apart and held them in the air as he pounded my cunt until he shot his load. As he stepped away, Quinn took his place and did the same thing until he was spent. I saw both men pick up their clothes and leave as I lay curled up on the bed trembling from the aftershocks. They had made me totally fucking wasted. Marcie found me after everyone left. We showered, then changed all the bed linen. While I started washing sheets, she opened windows and lit candles to clear the smell of sex in the house.



Matt was home when I arrived Friday. He said he just got in. We talked about my week and this weekend. Then Matt said he was exhausted from the work and was going to bed. I realized then that his job must have been difficult this trip, he hadn't called the whole time he was gone. He usually called every night.



Saturday Marcie picked me up for Duncan's, then the spa. Quinn showed up right after we did. I motioned Marcie to take him while I went with Duncan. I wanted Quinn to cool the possessive routine.



At the Spa, I reminded Marcie I would be in Indianapolis Tuesday to Thursday with Zack. She reminded me she expected equal time with Zack at the Reunion.



Matt had dinner started when I walked in. He started to make drinks so I rushed upstairs and changed just in case there was any odor of sex or Duncan's after shave on my clothes. I asked him how the Cleveland job was. Matt said it was a tough job that kept him busy until late in the evenings. By the time he remembered to call, it was too late and he didn't want to wake me for no reason. He did miss me while he was gone. We had a good meal and some more drinks before going to bed. Matt was making love to me when he asked about the bruises on my breasts and thighs. I had forgotten about them from the Tuesday and Wednesday action. I quickly told him how I had fallen down the stairs Wednesday evening. The pain was already gone and I had forgotten all about them. He said I should be more careful on the stairs as he kissed each bruise. I was going to tell him about Indianapolis after sex but I don't want to raise any suspicion now with the bruises. I decided to tell him Monday like a last minute rush.



Monday I called Matt's cell and told him to pick up Chinese on the way home. I was being sent to Indianapolis tomorrow for 3 days to train. It was a last minute decision. Typical Matt took it all in stride. He brought home dinner and even picked up while I packed. While he was downstairs I called Marcie and reminded her to try to seduce Matt while I was gone or ask June to do it. Just make sure her face wasn't in the picture. Matt put my luggage in the car before bed and even made love to me before we went to sleep. I was going to miss the little things he did for me when I divorced his ass in a few months.



I spent Tuesday and Wednesday night with Zack. That man is always a wild and unpredictable time. Tuesday after a light dinner we went to my room for just raw fucking for lack of a better word for it. I thought it was fantastic until Wednesday night he shows up with this younger babe and starts a three way. She was the wildest Bi I had ever been around including Marcie. She was as wild and inventive as Zack. No wonder those two got together now and then. When I arrived home Thursday night, between Wednesday night sex and the training and the travel, I was totally exhausted. Matt told me to shower and go to bed; he would talk in the morning.



Friday, Quinn called my desk and told me to become sick about 10:00 and go home. He sent Matt to Springfield for the day. He would be waiting for me. I claimed cramping and left a little after 10:00. Quinn was parked by the entrance to the development and followed me to the townhouse. He took me straight to the master bedroom and removed my clothes. He pushed me on my back and shoved his head between my legs. He got me off in 5 minutes flats. I had to tell him to lighten up on the grabbing. I had trouble explaining the current ones to Matt. He used a softer touch but still fucked me like I was his whore. When we finally stopped from exhaustion, he started in on me divorcing Matt. He would leave his wife and we could be together. He became agitated when I asked if he was going to share me with the other three guys if I left Matt. What would those guys think of breaking up a good thing? Why didn't he just relax and enjoy the fun times we had. We rutted again until we were sweating and gasping for breath. Finally, Quinn dressed and left. Marcie and June stopped by after work to tell me about the failed attempt at seducing Matt. I told them we would just drug Matt after the Reunion and take the pictures. They liked that idea and left. I changed the sheets, then showered and went to bed. When Matt came home I told him I got sick at work and came home early. He looked worried and apologized for being out of town and not there for me. When I told him I was feeling better and just needed to rest, He said he would be to bed after he had something to eat.



The time before the Reunion rushed by. We were too busy clearing our calendar before the Reunion to see the guys. Marcie and I went out the last Saturday and hit the Spa, then the mall. We needed some new clothes for the trip. Matt took me to dinner, then led me upstairs when we returned home. We had some of the hottest sex of our entire marriage. I slept like a rock. He even made breakfast. 



While I finished packing, he washed and waxed my car and cleaned the inside. He made a nice light dinner, then we sat on the couch drinking wine and making out like teenagers. We spent hours engaged in foreplay. He stimulated me from my ears to my thighs. I had 3 orgasms before we went upstairs to the bed. Matt devoured me on the bed; licking, nipping, sucking, biting my breasts and pussy until I had to push his head away begging him to stop. He slowly slid his cock into me and made the slowest, sweetest, most gentle love I had ever experienced. When he finally erupted in me, he rolled us over on our side while staying in me, and covered us up. We fell asleep in each other's arms.



Monday morning the alarm woke us from a pleasant sleep. Matt and I showered together, only playing around a little bit. He dressed and left to pick up Marcie and June while I finished getting ready. He returned with my friends and loaded my luggage in the trunk. He hugged me and gave me a hot open mouthed kiss before letting me in the car. He told me he loved me and goodbye before he closed the car door. I thought what he said was strange at the time, but the girls were whooping about the kiss and wanting to get going, I let it go and forgot about it 5 miles down the road.



We arrived in Champaign before noon and drove around the campus for awhile. There were only 2 cars at the Sisterhood apartments, most likely grad students working the summer. The rest of the campus was a mix of the same old familiar with the new shining examples of modern buildings. We had lunch at a favorite spot before checking into the Hyatt. The Sisters began trickling in as the afternoon progressed until the 11th floor was in full swing when night arrived. About 8:00 I went down to the lobby where it was quieter and called Matt. I told him we arrived safe and all our friends had arrived. They had a packed agenda for us for the whole week. He told me to enjoy myself and not to worry about calling as he would be fine. Quinn was thinking about sending him to Cleveland anyway. I said goodnight and turned off my cell. I went back upstairs and asked Marcie if she had talked to Ben. I told her what Matt had said. She just shrugged and said she never calls Ben when she's out. He is house trained and knows what his duties are without her telling him. June hooked up with her mentor while Marcie and I did a sort of meet and greet with the Sisters on the floor. Marcie and I went to bed about midnight. June had the door to the other bedroom closed. By the moaning, she had company with her. Marcie and I got turned on by the sounds and helped one another do our own moaning before we fell asleep.



We met in the restaurant at 9:00 for breakfast. The Hyatt had set up 4 long tables in the rear reserved for us. Most of the women were accompanied by a male companion who definitely wasn't her husband. Some were former players who showed up every year, others were current lovers; some where their wandering older bosses who were now feeling a little out of place and hoping they brought enough Viagra to last the week. 



Zack arrived after dinner and had two of his old party buddies with him. He wanted to know if they could be with us otherwise the two would find someone to hook up with for the week. Marcie and June gave the thumbs up for the pair and the party began. We swapped around constantly during the rest of the week, but I made sure Zack would end up sleeping with me at night. At night was when I really missed Matt, Zack turned his back to me and fell asleep. Matt always cuddled me into his chest when we went to sleep. 



Life was one big party until Thursday morning arrived.



We went downstairs to breakfast around 9:00. I was on Zack's arm, Marcie and June with the other two guys. We sat at our reserved table and ordered, then talked with the other Sisters and among ourselves. We were eating and talking when a man walked up to me and asked if I was Brenda Davis. I had a questioning look on my face as I turned toward him and acknowledged him. He said loudly"You are served". With that he handed me some papers. Then total chaos erupted as these men started calling names and handing out papers. Even Zack was served. Women were looking at the papers and sobbing. Some of those older men were either pulling their women toward the room or just leaving them at the table. Everyone was slowly going to the cashier, then heading upstairs. I opened my papers and the first one was a petition for divorce. Matt was divorcing me for adultery! Another was the Sisterhood suing me for breach of contract. The last was a photo taken from inside our suite. It showed me on my back with Zack between my legs definitely fucking me. The note on the photo said it and others were overnight delivered to our spouse. I broke down and cried as I showed the papers to Marcie. I was devastated Matt would do this to me. I went over to the cashier and paid the bill, or thought I would. He handed me back the card and said it rejected. When he called, they said it was cancelled. I motioned Marcie over and explained what just happened. She paid the bill with her card. The 11th floor was like a giant funeral wake. People were wandering like they were lost. Others were starting to drink. Still others were on the phone to someone talking in rapid hushed voices. Some had packed and were leaving. I went into our suite. The guys were packed and about to leave. Zack was fuming calling Matt a motherfucker for suing him, and how was he going to explain all this to his wife. June was packing and Marcie was sitting back watching the whole thing. I went into my bedroom and closed the door. I turned on my cell for the first time since I had talked to Matt on Monday. I had over a dozen messages but all I wanted to do was talk to Matt and straighten this out. When I called his cell it went to a no longer in service recording. Our home phone was the same way. I called work and asked for Matt, after a long pause, I was transferred to Human Resources who informed me Matt Davis no longer worked there! I felt like someone had just informed me my husband had died. I face must have been ashen when I walked out of that room because Marcie ran over and had me sit down. She gave me a drink and talked to me calmly only asking questions when she wanted me to continue. I explained everything I had found out so far about the disconnected phones and Matt quitting his job. Marcie packed for me and helped me down to the lobby. She had to pay the bill as I found out the rest of my credit cards were cancelled. Marcie handed me an envelope from the front desk. Inside was the key to my car. Matt must have been here, possible this morning! I gave the keys to Marcie to bring the car around. I was in no condition to walk or drive.

<hr pg="3" />Marcie brought the car up and loaded the luggage with June. She sat me in the passenger seat and handed me a large envelope she said was on the steering wheel. I looked; it was in Matt's handwriting.



The drive home was in silence, not even the radio playing. We dropped off June first, then headed for my house. Marcie didn't think I was ready to drive. We pulled into the drive, but the garage door wouldn't open. That was when I noticed the for sale sign in the lawn and the house looked completely empty. I broke down and couldn't stop crying. Marcie held me and kept saying it would be alright, but we both knew it wouldn't. She finally quieted me down enough she could drive to her house. She brought me in and put me in her bed. She gave me a couple of pills and told me to take them. I didn't argue, and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.



When I woke up and walked into the kitchen, Marcie was talking on the phone holding my papers in her hand. She had opened the envelope and spread the stuff across the table next to a huge pile of what could only be her mail. After a lively conversation that she seemed to be taking notes of she said goodbye and hung up.



"I opened the envelope while you slept, Marcie stated in her professional voice I remembered from work," Matt placed all your stuff and the furniture he didn't want in storage. He paid 2 months lease on it according to the letter. We'll pick up your stuff from the locker Saturday. Ben has to move his clothes to make some room."



You need to check your voice mail messages, I couldn't do that. I got you a divorce attorney; she's good but will admit she is not in Janet Lawson's league. Anyway, she contacted Janet. Matt wants the proceeds from the house, his car, pension, and everything else except what you earned since the marriage. He is filing for divorce because of adultery and doesn't plan on backing down. Your attorney will be receiving a copy of the evidence in a couple of days. She'll know how strong the case is then. By the way, I called Ben to bring home dinner tonight. He said Matt resigned Monday morning. A moving van was at your house Wednesday morning when he went to work. He said something is going on at work; rumor is some managers were served papers today in a lawsuit. The top floor is like a hornet's nest. 



I grabbed my cell and listened to the messages. I repeated them to Marcie as they played. One was from Quinn telling me Matt quit, the rest were angry messages from Quinn, Frank, Ralph, and Duncan about the lawsuit and then about photos being delivered to their wives. Seems all four were headed for ugly divorces. Janet Lawson took all 4 women's cases.



Marcie put all my papers together in the big envelope. She started separating her pile of mail. She had a pile of bills, another to file, and a third to shred. Marcie laughed as she looked at an envelope as she ripped it open. Inside were the photos from the Hyatt, about a half dozen of them. She carefully looked at each one before setting them in a fourth pile. She continued her sorting until she stopped by the bottom of the stack. She looked at the papers closely and then up at me.



"I'm afraid Matt knows more than we thought," Marcie said as she passed me the papers, "Those were taken in your living room and bedroom when Matt was in Cleveland. Now we know what the hornet's nest is about at work. The photos were mostly Marcie with the guys in the bedroom. There was a couple from the living room orgy that also showed me. 



" He must of given them to Ben before he left, "Marcie commented, " I'll have to question him on how many times he jacked off to those photos before he left them on the table. Maybe I will keep the ones from the Hyatt for him as a treat." I just looked at her with a strange expression.



"I'll explain everything later," she said, "Then you will understand why I was so calm today."



Ben arrived with dinner and promptly served Marcie and me. He sat quietly and ate until Marcie asked him about rumors at work. He told us all the men in middle management are being interrogated by some outside firm. Rumor has it there was some sexual activity going on of an inappropriate nature between managers and employees. Rumor is even the branches are being checked. Marcie told Ben he did well. She did ask if he got excited when he saw the picture Matt gave him. He lowered his face but it was quite red. When she asked if he beat off his little dick while looking at the picture, he just shyly shook his head yes.



"Move your clothes to the spare bedroom," Marcie said in a commanding voice, more of an order than a request, "When you are finished with that, put Brenda's clothes in the bedroom. I expect them to be done neatly as I taught you. She will be staying in the bedroom with me. We will discuss later what you did with that picture without my permission. You can go now." Ben left immediately.



Marcie and I moved the piles of mail to her home office. She placed the bills on her desk, filed away some things including the photos, and shredded the rest. She set my envelope on her desk.



"We'll set up your desk and files in here Saturday. I'll have Ben rent a truck Saturday morning. For now let's go to the living room, drink some wine, listen to some jazz, and let this day go."



I went into the living room and turned on the stereo before curling up on the couch. Marcie brought in 2 glasses and a cold bottle of white wine. She handed me a filled glass and sat on the couch with hers. We sat quietly for a long time, sipping wine and letting the relaxing sounds from the stereo break the tension of this hell day.



"I said I would tell you about Ben," Marcie said in a quiet voice like she was commenting on the weather, " 



It was about 3 years ago that I noticed Ben would act like a scolded child whenever I became mad and yelled at him. I started asking him to do things in a more commanding tone of voice. He responded by doing whatever I asked quickly without question. I read about submissive people on the internet. I started acting like a dominate at home always giving Ben requests but in a commanding voice. He became more than happy to obey. When I told him to sleep in the guest room the first time he displeased me, he went like I had whipped him but never said a word. The next day he was trying harder to please me. I have given him all the household chores including shopping and cooking. He strives to please me. The mail is in the kitchen because he is not allowed to open it or enter my office. Now that you are here, maybe we should place a small table by the office door for him to set the mail on."



Ben entered the room and said he had moved all his clothes into the guest room and put away Brenda's clothes as requested. He also moved the alarm clock to the guest room so as not to disturb us. What time would Marcie like to be awakened? 



"Brenda and I are still on vacation Ben. You will let us sleep. Make coffee before you leave for work. You did very well tonight. You may go to your special place now until I tell you to leave. You have my permission tonight." Ben left in a hurry with a huge smile on his face. I looked questioning at Marcie, but she mouthed "later."



We listened to the music and relaxed as we finished a second bottle of wine. Marcie and I were both in a mellow mood as we shut off the stereo and went to the master suite. We went through our nightly ritual, then shed are clothes and climbed into bed. Marcie left the table light on as she lay next to me gently stroking my arm and the side of my breast. She kept whispering in my ear that everything would work out in due time, just let the tension of today leave my body. As she talked, she stared to massage my right breast and then my left stopping talking occasionally to nibble my ear or kiss my neck. I was becoming aroused the longer she continued. She slid her hand down my abdomen and inserted two fingers in my wet pussy. I reached over and squeezed her nipple as I returned the favor by shoving two fingers into her and started moving them at an increasing pace. Marcie's breath was quickening as was mine. We shouted out together as we both went over the top. We hugged one another until our breathing returned to normal.



"Return to your bed now," Marcie said as I looked startled at her. The closet door opened and a naked Ben emerged. He was covered in sweat and his cock was limp and dripping cum. He held a towel in one hand. He closed the closet door and said goodnight before quietly closing the bedroom door and walking down the hall. I looked at Marcie with question and alarm. She looked at my expression and chuckled. "That's the other thing I learned about Ben. He's a voyeur. Two years ago when you and Matt went on vacation I had Duncan come here. I was a Saturday and his wife was home. Ben was out shopping so I figured we had a couple of hours before he returned. Duncan and I were fucking like monkeys for the second time when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I saw Ben in the doorway watching. Not angry, but wide eyed with a smile on his face. He had his cock out and was beating it as fast as he could. I started moaning and watched him as he ejaculated. He then quietly walked away. When Duncan dressed I asked him to stop by the next day as Ben would be gone until the afternoon. He agreed and left. I found Ben in the guest room. When I questioned him, he admitted he got turned on seeing me with other people, even more than being with me himself. I let him hide in the closet the next day while Duncan was in here fucking me crazy. After Duncan left, I came back for Ben. He was naked covered in cum. His cock was so red it looked like it was on fire. But the thing was, he had the biggest smile on his face I had ever seen. That's when I had him clean out the closet you saw him in. We eventually had the master suite remodeled and more closets added for clothes. That closet Ben is allowed to use if he is good. . If I want to punish him, I let him watch me with a lover, but he is not allowed to pleasure himself. I enjoy our Saturdays because since that day, I don't allow Ben to put his cock in me. I don't want to invite all the guys over so Ben won't be discovered. If they found out and spread it at work, Ben would possibly be humiliated enough to leave me and I don't want that. I have read about harsher treatment and women who make their husband clean out cum of their lover or even make them suck the lover hard and clean him up after. I think that would push Ben too far. Besides I find it disgusting, not a turn on. Ben and I are happy with our arrangement, why ruin it." 



Saturday we moved my clothes and the furniture I needed now. We set my desk and computer up in Marcie's office. Ben arranged my clothes in the bedroom while Marcie and I went to the Spa. When we returned, Ben had dinner ready and the wine chilled. He cleaned up the kitchen while Marcie and I rested in the living room. We agreed he did a great job today. After he ran a bath for us, he could wait in the closet, and he had permission.



Marcie, June, and I rode into work together Monday, we knew what was coming. Every one grew silent when we walked in the building. The receptionist told us to go to HR immediately.



HR was very cordial, if we would quietly resign, we would receive all remaining vacation and sick pay, our paid in pension, a severance check of 1 week for each year worked, and a good recommendation letter already written and signed. We looked at the recommendation letter and the separate checks, all three of us signed and left. We already knew what the alternative would have been. 



After the Reunion fiasco, Jerry filed divorce papers on June. Since they had no kids and were renting Jerry figured he would make out on the 50/50 split, until one evening when a certain pregnant young lady showed up and insisted Jerry was the father of her unborn child. They both signed revised papers giving June all she brought into the marriage and earned afterward plus $8,000 for the furniture she was leaving in the house. June left to look for work on the west coast. The young lady moved in with Jerry.



Marcie and I both found work for a consulting company in the western suburbs about an hour from Chicago. It is a nice mid size company that works with mainly companies within a 150 mile radius. 



We finally moved the rest of my stuff into the basement until we could decide what to do with it.



I contacted my lawyer three months after receiving the papers. I was hoping Matt had finally cooled down and would listen to reason. They had pictures of me with Zack in Indianapolis and that orgy at our house. I thought I might be able to convince him we were forced into the orgy by the managers. The thing with Zack was a onetime mistake. I told the lawyer to set up a meeting with Matt and his attorney. I would agree to his demands if the claim was changed to irreconcilable differences and I could meet privately with him before the signing.



My lawyer contacted me two days later. The meeting was at 1:00 Saturday at Janet Lawson's office.



We met at the law office. I dressed in my most flattering but still modest clothes. Matt and I went into a private conference room and sat across from each other. The lawyers left and closed the door when he asked for the private conversation I requested. I gave my best tearful performance, part of it was real I did miss him, begging for his forgiveness and another chance. It was a mistake and would never happen again. When I was finished, I looked at him with tear filled eyes. He shook his head as he pushed a small box toward me. He told me everything I had done to him or was planning to do was in that box. When he looked at me again, his eyes looked like cold as ice. I knew his decision. He opened the door for the attorneys. We signed the papers with very little conversation after that. Matt stood and thanked Janet, then turned toward me. "I wish you the best in the future," he said with sadness in his voice. Then he walked out the door.



I drove back home, that's what I called Marcie's house now, thinking about all that had happened to Matt and me in the last 10 years.



Marcie and I sat on the couch drinking wine and scanning the videos Matt sent. He had captured every tryst at our house. When we listened to the audio CDs, we were even more amazed. He had heard our phone conversations and even the discussions in my car. He must have had bugs everywhere. 



"I can't believe this," I exclaimed to Marcie, "Matt heard and saw everything I did and planned. He stayed so calm I didn't notice. He carried on like nothing was going on, in fact sometimes he was even more loving," I said as I thought about my words. "Remember when we left for the Reunion, He must have made love to me for five hours the night before. I had never felt so loved in my life. And don't forget that kiss before we left." I started to cry when I remembered what he said after the kiss. He knew that was the final goodbye.



"Remember at the hotel," Marcie remarked, "when you stripped you were covered in hickeys from your neck to pussy. Matt left his final marks on you to tell all the other males you were his. He made his final macho statement."



Marcie and I proceeded to drink my sorrows away; then get on with our lives.



Marcie and I still have the master bedroom. We entertain a male guest occasionally, but not like we use to. Zack stops by a couple of times a year for the weekend. Ben still has his closet. He sleeps in the guest bedroom. He says he likes having two mistresses.



Marcie and I excelled at the new company. We added new customers every month. Management praised our work and paid us quarterly bonuses. We didn't even have sex with them. We saved that for the hard sale customers.



I did see Matt last month, but he didn't see me. It's been over three years since the divorce. I was in Bloomington see a customer. They recommended I try this family restaurant before heading home.



I was enjoying my meal and reflecting on my day when my thoughts were interrupted by the laughter from a table on the other side of the restaurant. These two little girls about 6 years old, they had to be twins, were giggling as their mother was trying to get out of her chair. She had to be close to 9 months pregnant by the size of her belly. As I watched her husband quickly moved over to help her. I startled myself when I dropped my fork. The man was Matt. He gently helped her up. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek causing the girls to giggle more. He smiled and shook his finger at them, before laughing and saying something to his wife causing her to chuckle.



I returned to my meal but had to stop and wipe my eyes as tears began to flow. That could have been our family if I hadn't thrown it all away.

