Book Club

One Wednesday each month, five newly acquainted women meet up for a glass of wine and a few hours respite from the chores of their daily lives. They meet in a local ‘gastro pub’ in a small village, under the pretence of ‘Book Club.’ A convivial get-together where they discuss previously read tomes and select next months paperback.

Recently, my wife, one of the book club attendees, has taken to retiring early, nose buried deep in this months book choice. It seems to be an enormously popular selection and certainly more interesting than me so its not long before my inquisitiveness gets the better of me.

I spy the aforementioned book lying open on her cluttered bedside table and being alone I decide to investigate further. I plump up the soft duck down pillows and begin to read.

The first chapter is admittedly well written, a page turner, the story involves a relationship between a dark brooding handsome poet and the object of his desire, a pure unsullied student. It is expertly characterised, but as the action meanders along through various European locations my interest begins to wane and I become mired down in weighty dialogue and little or no action or suspense.
How long have I been reading one hour ,two? She won’t return until after midnight so I plough on.
I was hoping to uncover some scandalous seductive scenarios between the teacher and his pupil to fire my imagination but as I reach the end of another chapter I feel deflated and cheated.
I am just about to turn out the light when my attention is grabbed by the opening lines of the next chapter ……….

She’s returned early! I hear a key turn in the lock. I hear a coat fall to the ground, footsteps on the stairs, a hand on the knob of the bedroom door.

I switch off the bedside light and wait silently for her in the darkness. Once she’s inside I lock the
bedroom door and move towards her. Slowly I undress her. There is no resistance no conversation between us..I unzip her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stands self conscious and awkward in black balconette bra and matching g string balancing on precipitous stilettos. I move behind her and unclip her bra savouring her unique fragrance and curvaceous figure, before finally I dispatch her g string to the floor.

As she steps out of the flimsy material I clasp her wrists together and I bind her hands with pink bondage tape. Not too tight though! I retrieve a red silk blindfold from the dresser drawer and I place it over her eyes and tie it securely behind her head, carefully allowing her wonderful golden curls to fall unheeded over her shoulders.
Calmly I ask her if she can see?
‘No’ she replies
I ask if she wants me to continue.
‘Yes’she replies

I lead her to the bed and lay her down plumping up the soft feathery pillows behind her head. Making her comfortable. I take her stiletto clad ankles and push her legs open, then I tie her ankles securely to the end of the bed with polka dot head scarves. Her shackled arms lie across her heaving breasts.
Unable to move her breath comes in shallow bursts and I ask her again if she wants to continue.
‘Yes’ she says with a sharp intake of breath.
I catch a glimpse of myself, naked in the mirror, standing dominantly over her and it fuels my insatiable desire for this beautiful women.
I reach down and locate the riding whip I had hidden earlier. She can’t see it but catches her breath as I gently stroke the inside of her smooth thighs and then graze each perfect breast with the taut leather.
‘Do you like that?’ I ask as I circle each nipple with the leather nub. Coaxing them into stiff pink, peaks.
‘Bend your legs slightly so I can spank you,’ I calmly instruct her
She moans gently and her head writhes from side to side as I alternate between hard and soft strokes, on her honeyed cheeks and thighs, caught in the soft light of the bedside lamp. I feel my own excitement grow but resist the urge to satisfy myself.
‘Is this what you want?’ I ask her
‘Yes’ she answers
Standing directly between her thighs I watch her wetness grow. I delicately brush the whip head over her swollen labia teasing her and making her cry out with pleasure. Finally, I drag the glistening whip over her stomach, up through her breasts to her slender neck, leaving a viscous trail of her own dewiness.

As I stiffen, my swollen glans, throbs in anticipation. I can smell her arousal and feel the heat emanating from every pore of her body. I’m feeling giddy with forbidden dreams and my own arousal heightens, even though I haven’t touched her intimately with any part my body.

I turn the whip round and place the hard leather pommel against her neatly trimmed, blond mound and as she presses her dripping cleft against it I rub the whip handle slowly up and down. She climaxes almost immediately, spasms shaking uncontrollably through her body.
She screams, her face contorted in ecstasy as the orgasm rips through her body. After what seems an eternity she lays still cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling, her nipples still hard sensitive peaks.
‘Are you ok ?Did you ……’She asks
‘Finnish? No….’ I interrupt
‘Why?’ She sounds disappointed
‘Its not important this time’ I explain
I carefully remove the scarves and tape and finally the blindfold, I lay beside her my leg draped over her warm, silky thigh until we drift off into a deep slumber
I can wait I think to myself.
In life, all our relationships involve absolute trust. I now know we have that trust.