Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Slut Wife, Light Bond, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Interracial, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Enema, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Double Penetration, Public Sex, Slow, Nudism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The sexy adventures of the Pledges of the Sigma Lambda Tau Society continue. Now that Rush Week is over, they must survive Slut Week and adapt to college life, as well as the new and different sexual lifestyle into which they have been immersed

Helen Morris released the sheers over the kitchen window, allowing them to fall back into place. She had only watched the driveway at the side of her house long enough to see her daughter from her first marriage, Deirdre Rivers--Dee--depart the property as a passenger in the car driven by their mutual friend, Andrea Steadman.

Andrea--Andi--was actually much more than just a mutual friend to Helen and her daughter, Dee. Andi was the very young wife of Dean Steadman, a Junior Vice President at J.A.M. Aluminum, the company for which Helen's second husband of seven months--Richard Morris, who preferred to be called Mo, so that no one would call him Dick Morris--was the President.

Dee and Andi were also students at nearby Middlebury College. Dee, eighteen, was only able to attend there due to Mo's earnest efforts as a philanthropic donor to the college and due to the entreaties of Andi's husband, Dean Steadman--a thirty-six-year-old graduate and prominent member of the Alumni Association of the college.

The intervention of the two men had been necessary in order to help Dee overcome the stigma--in the minds of the guardians at Middlebury College--of her miserable first year attempt at college life at Radford University in Virginia. The two men's efforts on a personal level had also helped Dee overcome her anger issues following the death of her father, Helen's first husband, while he was serving as a Soldier in Iraq. Dee was enjoying her reentry into college life and had a new, brighter outlook on life in general as well.

Andi, the seventeen-year-old bride of only a few months of Dean Steadman, had attained entrance to the college by means of her tremendous intellect, as well as by Dean's intervention on her behalf.

Having suffered a miserable childhood and early teen years at the exploitive hands of unscrupulous men and having wasted her mid-teen years barely surviving in a job as a topless waitress in a strip club, Andi had been rescued by Dean. They had fallen in love and married just as Dean had attained his position as a Junior Vice President at J.A.M. Aluminum. His loving observation of her uncanny sharp mind and her love of reading had led him to request that she be IQ-tested, despite her lack of any formal schooling.

The officials at Middlebury College were astounded to find that Andi's IQ test results registered higher numbers than those scored by any other student they had encountered in recent years. They had quickly offered to admit Andi conditionally to Middlebury, provided she took a few prerequisite courses, like basic student writing. Her scores had also allowed her to test out of several of the basic core curriculum courses for her freshman year.

Thus, both girls--the Soldier's daughter getting a second chance at college; and the corporate executive's 'child-bride' who had survived the seamy world of modeling for child pornography and serving drinks topless in a strip club--were now college students together in their first semester at one of the most prestigious small liberal arts colleges in the country.

"I guess that a normal mother would be crying and wringing her hands in outrage and worry," said Helen softly as she turned back to the kitchen table. Her husband, Mo, set his water glass down and waited silently for his wife to continue her thought.

"My only daughter is headed back to the campus and that house--with those people, the Sigma Lambda Tau Society--to continue training to be a Courtesan while she attends college. What sort of woman who carries the title of 'mother' would allow that?

"And not only am I allowing such an outlandish career goal for her. I actually have a strange feeling of pride in her ability to grab her newfound sexuality by the horns and master it under the tutelage of these people, these Sigma Lambda Tau mentors.

"Even though," she sighed, "after hearing Andi and Dee explain the program that they are going through, and expressing their excitement, I still can't help but have reservations. Am I insane to send my daughter off to college so that she can learn to become a ... well ... a master slut?"

As she had spoken, her facial expression had gotten progressively glummer and her voice had gotten a bit more anxious. Mo stood and wrapped his arms around his very loving second wife. Kissing the side of her head, he said, "Helen, I think she will be fine. After all, what she is doing there with the folks at Sigma Lambda Tau is not that much different from the activities in which our EPOD wives are involved. And both you and I respect and love the EPOD ladies very much. And you and I don't worry about their sexual activities with any of my senior executives, now do we?"


When rising stars were recognized within J.A.M. Aluminum--or became recognized winners elsewhere in industry and were being courted to join J.A.M.--and were asked to join the ranks of the other Junior Vice Presidents in the company, they were offered amazing salaries and other very attractive executive benefits. There was one very important condition to which they--and their wives--must agree--and, yes, they were required to be married.

The young executive recruits and the wives of the prospective Junior Vice Presidents must understand the requirement for--and agree to participate in--a unique benefit program called Executive Pussy On Demand--EPOD--before acceding to their new junior executive positions.

All the wives of Junior Vice Presidents of J.A.M. Aluminum, along with several volunteer legacy wives from the Senior Vice President ranks, were expected to be available at any time to have sex in any manner, at the whims of the other Senior Vice Presidents and the President of the company. They also agreed to participate in the very sexually open parties periodically held by those same senior executives, as well as participate--although rarely--as 'sweetening' during difficult negotiations with important clients.

These sexual liaisons could occur at the executive office suite at the plant, at a designated off-site location, or even in the home of the wife who was selected, regardless of the presence or absence of her husband when the rendezvous was consummated. She could even be fucked over the arm of the Junior VP's La-Z-Boy while her husband was watching the news with her head in his lap and her ass being plowed by the lucky Senior Executive.

Needless to say, accepting this lifestyle in the rise to the top took very special people--a very special type of couple--who were committed to each other in a deeper way than most married couples. Otherwise, they would not survive together for long in this role.

Recruiting for this also required insight, discretion, and special people skills. So far, with only one or two unfortunate exceptions over the years, the process had borne fruit in so many good ways. The new couples adapted quickly, the older couples helped, the Senior Executives took a caring approach to the young wives with whom they partook of their privileges--as well as staying on the good side of the otherwise cuckolded Junior Vice President husbands. It was not uncommon, even, for the Senior VP who had just fucked one of the EPOD wives in her own home to come downstairs and join her husband as the two of them went off to the golf course together after the sexual rendezvous.

Despite the oddities of the relationships, the executives and wives, both Junior and Senior, got along very well. Socializing regularly and being open about everything with each other--while maintaining a discreet silence in the presence of the rest of the employees and the community at large--kept jealousy out of the picture, and raised the trust levels among the couples to amazing heights.

Jan Pittman, the beautiful redheaded wife of Junior VP Brad Pittman, was one of the EPOD wives, and Mo's unofficial screener for the prospective wives of potential new Junior VPs. She was very good at determining which couples would be able to handle what could be a sexually stressful and potentially marriage-killing lifestyle to otherwise 'normal' people.

Only those couples with the right kind of openness and trust passed Jan's test and were passed on for serious consideration as those with good potential. Jan did not evaluate the business skills of the husbands, as Mo would not send her candidates whose husbands would not be sufficiently talented and of benefit to the company as Junior VPs.

Once Jan had felt out the potential EPOD wife, gotten her positive response, and heard back later of her husband's positive response to Mo's offer and to the conditions, she helped the couple in other ways. She introduced them to the other EPOD wives and laid out the ways that they all not only made their marriages survive this strange lifestyle, but helped them to flourish.

The keys to success for the young couple joining, according to Jan, were unquestioned fully committed love for their spouses and full disclosure of all sexual liaisons with the Senior Executives and others associated with the EPOD program. This included absolute honesty and complete communication.

For example, if a Senior VP were to call the new EPOD wife into his office at the plant for a tryst, Jan insisted that the wife check in and out with her own husband at his office to alert him to her appointment just down the hall and to describe the event fully afterward. This went a long way toward fending off jealousy by the young husband and keeping him from feeling humiliated or inadequate in the sexual arena.

Also, the young EPOD wife must never refuse any form of sexual practice to her husband in which she indulged with any of the Senior VPs--her husband must always be first with her sexually; she could also beg off any sexual practice with a Senior VP that she had not first experienced with her husband--the Senior VPs were also aware of this and understood and accepted this.

Jan Pittman had added this last practice into the mix. While Brad had not begrudged the fact that a Senior VP had been the first to experience anal sex with Jan, and had made that clear to her, Jan had still felt badly about it deep inside herself for a long time afterward. She did not want any of the other wives to have to deal with that guilt, and Mo had agreed and instituted that rule of conduct among the Senior VPs.

If an EPOD appointment were to take place at the young wife's residence while the husband was at work or away for some other reason, the wife was to call him to alert him to the arrival of the Senior Executive--also so that he would have a heads-up in case he got home at an embarrassing moment during the tryst--and then she had to give him all the details of the Senior's visit upon his arrival home that evening.

If the EPOD wife were called away for 'sweetening' a deal with a high-value client, then Mo would personally brief the wife and husband together beforehand, and the wife would debrief her husband and Mo afterward. Mo insisted upon this as a way of following up to ensure the safety and well-being not only of the young wife, but of the continuing solidarity of the marriage of this couple as friends, and as valuable members of the J.A.M. business family.

If the couple decided that they wanted to start a family, Mo would personally remove the wife from the EPOD program temporarily to help. The wife would go off the pill and the couple would have as long as a year to try to conceive. Once conception was successful and Mo had the assurance from the wife that her doctor had said it was safe for her to resume sexual activities without endangering the pregnancy, she could optionally be allowed back into the EPOD program until the end of her sixth month. Following delivery and birth, the young wife could have as long as four months to recover and focus on bonding with the child and renewing the sexual partnership she had with her husband before resuming EPOD duties.

The program had succeeded well in the past, and especially well since Jan Pittman had become part of the selection, briefing, and monitoring processes. So far, the divorce rate among the Executives had stayed much lower than the national average--almost zero, in fact.


Mo spoke to Helen reassuringly, "After hearing Dee and Andrea explain what they are doing, I actually believe that their experiences with Sigma Lambda Tau will make them stronger young women. In Dee's case, it has already done so. Just look at how she has lifted herself out of 'Anger Valley' and decided to rejoin the world as an enthusiastic student and lively daughter.

"As for Andrea, I believe that her husband, Dean, will reap tremendous rewards in the bedroom from what she is learning. And my Senior Executives will benefit from her newly-developing sexual skills as well when she puts what she is learning into practice as an EPOD wife--once she gets back into a more active schedule, that is." Mo, who was still getting used to calling Andrea by the nickname, 'Andi, ' had given her a few months' reprieve from a lot of the EPOD demands due to her need to adjust to college life and her studies, mainly at Dean's request.

Hugging Helen, Mo said softly, "From what those two girls have said, this society has been up and running for almost two decades. If it were some devious or scam outfit, I'm sure that word would have filtered into the community and either they would have been shut down or exposed and driven into inactivity a long time ago. As it is, they seem to have been successful in continuing their operations and maintaining a low profile in the process. I trust Andrea's judgment, and I am impressed with Dee's new outlook on life. I am sure those two girls will be fine.

"By the way; now that Dee knows about your lifestyle with me and with your new circle of friends, have you given any more thought about telling her about your sexual adventures with Reedy and his friends?" Sergeant First Class Richard 'Reedy' Rivers, Helen's first husband, and Dee's father, had been killed in Iraq.

In their years together, Helen and Reedy had quietly experimented with several variations of open marriage--technically, what could legally be called adultery was still punishable under the Uniform Code of Military Justice, so they'd had to be very discreet. They had been even more cautious to ensure that the young Dee never suspected; taking great pains to enjoy their wild sex lives only after ensuring that Dee was under trustworthy care elsewhere.

"No," Helen responded with a moment of wistfulness. "What Reedy and I had with our friends was very special. But what I have with you is very special as well; added to the fact that you, my wonderful husband, continue to shower me with love unequalled every day of my life." She smiled at him lovingly.

"No, I want Dee to carry with her always the idealized image of her father as a normal, loving father and husband, as well as a brave Soldier who saw his duty and did it well, giving the last full measure in doing so." It had been long enough now that Helen did not cry when thinking about what she and Reedy had shared. She just smiled fondly and squeezed the hand of her new husband, Mo; a man of whom she was completely sure that Reedy Rivers would approve for her as his replacement now that he was dead.

The brief quiet following their words was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Their young live-in housekeeper, Krista, was out for a while this Sunday afternoon. Thus Helen went to answer the door wrapped in only a short robe and wearing sandals.

She was greeted by a man in his early thirties, wearing a gray suit, standing on her front steps. Giving Helen an appreciative quick once-over, he said he had a package for a Mr. Richard Morris. Helen identified herself as Mr. Morris' wife and signed for the package. The courier turned without any expectation of a tip and strode quickly to his navy blue sedan, as Helen stepped back in and closed the door.

"How odd," she said, "to receive a special courier delivery on Sunday, of all things. Were you expecting anything like this, Mo?"

Mo accepted the package, really a thick eight-and-a-half by eleven padded shipping envelope, and said, "No. But I see a familiar logo in the corner. Please excuse me, Honey. I need to go to my study for a while and take a look at this."


Mo cast aside the outer envelope and laid the inner package on his desk as he read the folded note card that had been inside.

Mr. Morris:

I regret to inform you of the death of our mutual benefactor and your friend, J. Carlton Scott, Jr. He asked that, upon the occasion of his death, I should pass on to you the enclosed set of documents, along with his personal letter, with his best wishes for your continued health and long life.

Regards,
Harold Winton, Esq., JD
General Counsel
Pearl Foundation


An hour after he had entered his study and closed the door, Mo emerged. He got himself a glass of juice in the kitchen and headed out the French doors to the pool area to find his wife.

Helen was reclining on a lounger, totally naked, and enjoying the sun in the privacy of her own back yard on what would probably be one of the last few warm days of the season. Labor Day was the next weekend and summer was ending soon. Since the Morris' pool was not heated, like those of a couple of their neighbors, they would have to get it prepped, emptied, and covered for the fall and winter all too soon. The thought of the Labor Day holiday brought a smile to her face as she anticipated the upcoming picnic and housewarming to be hosted in the next week at the new house of her friends, Chastity ('Chaz') and Mike Clarke.

Hearing Mo coming her way, she smiled to herself and pretended to stretch as she opened her legs slightly and raised one knee to give him an eyeful of her pussy, adorned with a heart-shaped small bush, as he came closer. Seeing his brow knit in thought, despite her best efforts at enticing a smile with her sultry nudity, she tilted her head and mock pouted. "Am I not able to get an appreciative smile from my loving husband anymore? Is the honeymoon truly over?"

Mo came quickly out of his funk and smiled with a leer in his eye and said, "Sweetie, as good as you look, especially lying there in the altogether, I can't imagine a time when the honeymoon would EVER be over."

"Well, then, come over here and give me a kiss and show me," she cooed.

Mo quickly bent to caress her right breast as he leaned in to kiss her offered lips. Helen raised her torso in order to press her breast more firmly into Mo's hand, moaning with the pleasure that coursed through her at her husband's gentle, yet erotic touch. Even at almost twice her age, he could really get her motor running. And the thrill of knowing he loved her so dearly was a real turn-on as well.

Pulling back with a smile, she could see that whatever had come in that package earlier had disturbed him to the point of distraction, despite her best efforts. She knew that he truly loved and desired her, but something was up now, and she hesitated for a few seconds before inquiring. "What is it, Honey? Nothing is wrong, is there? Is it something in that package?"

Mo took a deep breath and said, "No. Nothing is wrong, really. And yes, there was some information in that package that could end up affecting me, and possibly the company, in the long run. But it is nothing that impacts on you directly."

He smiled down at her now. "Or us. It may cause me to have to be a little more inventive in how I schedule some of my leisure time in the near future, though. I don't want to go into details right now, though."

"If it affects you and the company, then, by default, it DOES affect us," Helen countered.

Mo sighed, paused briefly, and said, "You know that I hated to see young Carl Scott leave the company and to see his marriage to Madison end in divorce." Helen nodded and assumed a mildly sorrowful expression. She loved Madison Scott, and hated to see the young woman, at age 34, actually only two years younger than Helen, having to deal with the heartbreak of being dropped by her ex-husband, Carl. They had appeared to be so much in love before the breakup, despite some noticeable tensions.

Carl had been a rising star in the company as a Junior Vice President. While he and Madison had agreed to and complied with the requirements for her participation in the EPOD program, Carl had not been entirely thrilled with how much Madison had actually enjoyed being the sex toy of so many Senior Executives during that period of their lives. She had been deeply in love with Carl, but had evidently adapted to the mandates of the EPOD program better than her rather stiffly conservative husband.

When Carl had been promoted to the position of one of the Senior Vice Presidents, removing him and his wife from the requirements of EPOD membership, he was incensed when Madison had expressed her desire to remain in the program as a legacy wife. This was a twist on the EPOD program which had been recently instituted by Mo within the past year, at Jan Pittman's recommendation. The couple's disagreement had escalated to the point where Carl had initiated divorce proceedings against Madison and resigned from J.A.M. just two months prior.

All the ladies in the executive levels, both senior and junior, loved Madison and shared her unhappiness at the turn of events in her life; they knew she truly loved Carl, but she loved her friends and their fun-loving lifestyle as well. Mo and the other executives were disappointed at the loss of Carl's business talent and somewhat perturbed at his intransigence with the continued EPOD situation and his wife, especially after he had endured with it for almost a decade without any visible harm to their relationship.

"You know that I always referred to him as Young Carl?" Mo asked Helen. When she nodded, he said, "That is because I had known his father for more than two decades before the son came to work for me, and everyone had always called him Old Carl. Well, that package, among other things, informed me that Old Carl passed away this past week.

"Old Carl really was a strange mixture of benefactor and bastard, and I never really got to the point of really liking him, but I respected him. I can't help but miss him, I guess." Helen remained quiet and just rubbed Mo's upper arm and shoulder as he sat down on the lounger with her and looked quietly at the surface of the pool.

Then, Mo startled Helen with a quiet simple statement. "Old Carl is the one who originally gave my dad the idea that eventually became the EPOD program."


"You are awfully quiet over there, Dee, Honey," said Andi as she glanced briefly every now and then at her passenger while trying to keep the car safely within her own lane. Andi was still new at this driving business--having only had her license for a few months--and was trying very hard not to over-steer or miss the interactions with other drivers around her.

Dee had been much quieter this afternoon than she usually was around Andi. Taking a deep breath, Dee said, "I'm still trying to--well--digest what I did last night, I guess." She took a quick glance at Andi and added, "And what I saw as well."

Andi and her husband, Dean, had dropped by to visit Dee's momma and Mo the previous evening and had promptly joined the Morris family in getting naked in the house. Now that Dee knew of her momma's having adopted a more open lifestyle, she had come to grips with the fact that clothing was now optional in her momma and Mo's home, as well as the homes of some of their close friends.

She'd also had to come to grips with the fact that monogamous sex in her momma's home was not necessarily the norm any more.

Weeks ago, Andi had shocked Dee with the knowledge of the somewhat open lifestyle that Andi and her friends shared; friends who included Mo and his wife, Dee's mother, Helen. Andi had also told Dee then, when asked about the polyamory practiced by those in Andi's circle of friends, that Andi had not yet experienced sex with Mo at that point in time.

Dee had witnessed the change in THAT status the previous evening. And Dee had been somewhat shocked, even though she was aware of her momma's new chosen sexual lifestyle with Mo, at another event last night. She had witnessed her own mother riding Dean Steadman's cock in cowgirl position as Dean held the hand of his wife, Andi, while Andi was being fucked missionary style right next to him and Helen by Mo's rather prominent erect cock.

Added to all this sexual stimulation and surprise, was a new personal experience for Dee. Momma's housekeeper and friend, Krista, and April, Andi's housekeeper and friend, had teamed up to introduce Dee to her first ever girl-on-girl sexual encounter.

Swept up by all the sexual interaction of the evening, and loosened up by a goodly amount of very good wine, Dee had succumbed with only minor hesitation, but without any real objection. She had been curious as the encounter began, but had ended up sexually exhausted and very satisfied with the results of the encounter afterward; and pleasantly surprised as well.

"Are you disappointed with me or your momma or any of the rest of us?" Andi asked, truly concerned that she may have offended her new friend.

Dee paused for a couple seconds before answering. When she did respond, Andi relaxed a bit. "No. I know that you have been totally up front with me about all of this." Dee sighed and continued. "It's just, umm, seeing it and being an active participant for the first time came close to overloading my brain. But the wonderful sensations those two girls gave me--and showed me how to give them--wow--that experience is definitely one that I'll never forget."

"What about; you know; seeing me with Mo?" Andi asked.

Dee turned and smiled at her friend and said, "Andi, if Momma is not only going to allow it, but take advantage of your husband by fucking him in front of you, me, Mo, and everyone else, at the same time that you were fucking Mo; who am I to get all bent out of shape?

"I mean, Andi, you might be underage in most states for all of this, but I consider you a consenting adult mentally and intellectually. And the rest of them are too. I guess now that I'm eighteen, I am as well.

"I'll admit that it was a little strange as it was happening last night; but this morning, I saw Momma and Mo and realized that nothing had changed in their relationship. They are still very much in love, and they accept that I love them and they reciprocate.

"Hell," Dee snickered, "I even got a very sexy lip-lock from Mo this morning--not that I plan to let THAT situation go any farther--and Momma just grinned and kissed me afterward as well without any indication of concern." She paused.

Andi glanced at her friend, but refrained from speaking. Dee finally began to speak again.

"As for making love with Krista and April..." Dee paused again and sighed with a wide-eyed expression on her face. "Wow! That was something else. It was so intense and sexually satisfying ... and different! But I am concerned about it too."

Andi continued to maintain her silence as Dee got her thoughts and words together.

"I don't believe that I'm gay or bi, but how do I resolve my feelings about that; and the joy at the memory of those wonderful sensations that I experienced?" Dee turned in her seat, as much as the seat belt would allow, so she could look directly at Andi.

Andi, still looking at the road as she drove, answered with a question, "Dee, when you think of a sex partner, is the first image that comes to your mind a guy or a girl?"

"Well, a guy, of course; especially after the experiences of the past week. I think that an hour with Trevor's cock could even straighten out Ellen DeGeneres." Both girls snickered at the thought of their mutual Sigma Lambda Tau Pledge brother wielding his nicely-endowed sexual apparatus with the outspoken lesbian TV star.

"If you still think of guys first when it comes to sex, then I don't think you have to worry about your enjoyment of a woman in sexual encounters once in a while as changing your overall sexual orientation permanently," Andi assured her.

Dee did not respond, but simply nodded to herself. Then, changing the subject, she asked Andi, "Do you think this Slut Week experience is going to as wild as the Rush Week was?"

Andi chuckled and said, "Hell, Honey, I have no idea. But I suspect that it will be very satisfying sexually for everyone concerned; as well as adventurous. I guess we'll find out soon enough."

Andi had to pay closer attention now, since she was entering the town's traffic pattern. Even though it was Sunday afternoon, the traffic was a bit heavy with the student cars returning to campus from the weekend.

Dee, feeling a slight sniffle, reached for her purse and a tissue, of which she usually kept a small handful. Pulling out the tissue and wiping her nose, she caught sight of something that had come partially out of her purse with the tissue. Pulling it the rest of the way out, she smiled to note that it was the calling card that she had been given by that fellow, Kyle Evans, the previous Friday evening.

She smiled as she recalled how handsome and heroic he had looked as he had knocked down the belligerent man who had accosted Dee and Andi after the glancing blow of their vehicles. The other man obviously had anger issues, as well as issues with women in general. But Kyle had doused his anger with a rapid and smooth martial arts takedown.

The cops had arrived and defused the situation. As the girls were about to depart, Kyle had given Dee a dazzling and very memorable smile and had passed her his card--'just in case.'

As Andi pulled into the student parking lot and turned off the car, she glanced over to see Dee sitting there with an enigmatic smile on her face.

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