Chapter 1

The Ford Explorer pulled up to the curb across the street from the house hosting the party. Daniel Miller cut the engine and looked at his wife, Zoe. “We’re here, love. Ready to go in?”

“Do you have any instructions for me?” she asked, feeling a little insecure.

“Of course, I don’t, sweetheart. You only need to be your usual charming self, and we’ll be good. This is the third year in a row we’ve been invited to my boss’ party. So, we’ve already passed the acceptance test. Just go in and enjoy yourself. Meet the people there and be friendly.”

“I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize your position with the company,” she said.

“Don’t you worry about that, Zoe. We’ll be just fine. It’s an honor to be invited to this party. Let’s try to enjoy ourselves. When the time is right, I’ll let you know, and we’ll say thanks and leave. Then we can go home, get in our pajamas, and relax.”

“Are you sure we can’t go home right now?” she asked. “I’ll give you a blow job right now if you say yes.”

“That’s tempting, baby,” he laughed. “But this is one of the things we have to go through. I’m favored enough at work to be given an invitation to this annual event. We need to be seen enjoying ourselves and mingling with the others here. If you are ever uncomfortable, find me and hold on.”

“I just don’t want to be a problem for you,” his wife said.

Daniel put his hand on the inside of his wife’s thigh. “Baby, you are exceptional. You are beautiful, and everyone here will envy me for having such a sexy wife. Just smile and enjoy yourself.”

Crossing the street, they rang the doorbell and were greeted by Nancy Henderson, the wife of Daniel’s boss.

“Daniel!” the woman said. “How nice to see you again. And Zoe, you are more beautiful than ever. I wish I could wear a sundress like you do.” The woman reached out to touch Daniel’s arm. “I hope you’ll stay close to your beautiful wife to keep her safe today. All the men here will want to have a go at her.”

“We thank you so much for inviting us,” Zoe told her hostess. “Your parties are always so wonderful.”

The woman hugged Zoe. “Thank you, Zoe. Please relax and enjoy yourself. I hope we’ll have a chance to talk later.”

Zoe whispered to her husband as they walked into the house, “I hope I don’t have to talk with her later. She’s just too intimidating.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” Daniel whispered. “You can hold your own with anyone.”

They went through the house and into the backyard, where most of the guests were gathered. There were already nearly fifty people there. Strolling over to the bar, they were greeted by some of Daniel’s co-workers and some of Henderson’s neighbors they had met at previous parties.

“White wine?” Daniel asked his wife.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit early to start drinking?”

Daniel grinned. “The trick is to hold the drink and take an occasional sip. Then, if you think you’ve had enough, you order a Horse’s Neck.”

“What in the world is that?”

Daniel leaned next to her ear. “It’s tonic with a lime. It looks like you’re drinking gin and tonic, but it’s totally harmless. You can’t get drunk on tonic.”

“I’ll remember that,” Zoe told her husband. “I can see how that could be useful.”

Thirty minutes later, Zoe held an almost full glass of wine and admired the Henderson’s pool. She wondered how great it would be to have a pool like this in your backyard. As she was daydreaming, she heard a voice behind her.

“There you are, Zoe,” Nancy Henderson said. “Are you bored with the party?”

“Oh, my goodness, no,” Zoe responded. “I was just thinking how wonderful it would be to have a pool like this.”

“You were probably thinking how great it would be to skinny dip without the world being able to see you.”

Zoe blushed. “Well, that did cross my mind.”

Standing close to Zoe, Nancy spoke softly. “Believe me, I’ve had many skinny dips in this pool. It always excites Harold when he finds me in the buff in the pool.”

That was a confidence Zoe didn’t expect to have shared. Looking around, she said, “You are certainly protected from prying eyes here.”

Nancy put her hand on the younger woman’s shoulder. “Come with me. I have a dear friend here I’d like you to meet.”

As they returned to the house, Nancy said, “If I had a body like yours, I’d show it off all the time in a sundress.”

“Is it too bold?” Zoe asked, afraid she had made an error in choosing it to wear.

“Certainly not,” Nancy assured her. “If my breasts were as young and firm as yours, I’d be tempted to walk around topless. I’ll bet Daniel is your devoted slave when you show the girls off.”

Zoe giggled. “He is a fan.”

Nancy led Zoe to a shaded part of the large yard where an attractive woman was seated.

“Zoe, I’d like you to meet my longtime friend, Molly Anderson. She and I were roommates in college.”

Molly stood and extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Zoe. Nancy has told me all about you.”

Zoe was semi-alarmed at the woman’s statement. Why would Daniel’s boss’ wife be talking about her? It wasn’t like they were close friends. It caused Zoe to take a deep swallow of wine.

They were seated in a small triangular alcove where each woman could see the others. Zoe’s look told Nancy that the younger woman was concerned about being discussed.

“It’s true, Zoe,” Nancy explained. “We were discussing you. Molly and I have been in what we call a club for many years and thought you might be a potential candidate.”

Feeling flattered that Mrs. Henderson would consider her for a club membership, Zoe asked, “What kind of club is it?”

Nancy smiled. “We call it The Dedicated Wife Club. It is made up of women whose major concern in life is keeping their husbands healthy and free of stress. I’ll explain. When we were both about your age, we determined that our husbands were destined to climb their corporate ladders. They were both driven to succeed. Driven men and some women can forget about their families and anything other than reaching the next rung up the ladder.”

“So, you don’t work outside the home?” Zoe asked. “You stay home to keep your family together?”

“That’s part of it,” Molly offered. “Ambitious men need more support than a normal man. We understood this and set about creating the proper atmosphere for our husbands.”

“Do you work, Zoe?” Molly asked.

“Kind of,” she answered. “I’m a freelance writer. I work from home.”

“I think that’s perfect,” Nancy told Molly.

Nodding her head in agreement, Molly said, “Yes indeed.”

Zoe was still puzzled about why they were telling her about this so-called club.

“Let me explain, Zoe,” Nancy said. “Your husband is a young star on the corporate horizon. Harold speaks of him often and thinks the world of Daniel. Just last night he told me that I should school you on how to take care of a shooting star.”

“A shooting ... what?” Zoe said with a wrinkled brow.

“Let me take it back a step,” Nancy said. “Back when we were young brides, Molly and I understood that many things could happen to a driven man. We knew he could neglect his family and could easily be pulled in by a slut looking for a little action from a successful man. We discussed how to keep that from happening and keep our men happy and content to stay home.”

“I assume your plan worked if you are still at it. How did you do it?” Zoe asked.

Nancy lowered her voice. “The key ingredient is sex. Our goal was to give our men all of the sex they could ever want. With active sex lives, they would remain relaxed and stress-free. We decided to become our husbands’ personal whores.”

Zoe was shocked. “Whores!” she exclaimed.

“What does a whore do, Zoe?” Molly asked. “She does whatever her customer wants. He wants a blowjob, no problem. Whatever her customer wants, she will gladly supply. The difference is that she does it for money, and we do it for love and family. Whatever he wants ... whenever he wants it. We are dedicated to our husbands.”

“And the funny thing is,” Nancy added, “We found we enjoyed it at least as much as the men did. For us, it was never a chore. For us, it turned into a joy. And we loved coming up with new scenarios for seducing our men every day.”

“Every day?” Zoe asked, wondering if these women in their 50s were still having daily sex. She and Daniel had stopped having daily sex within six months of getting married.

“Oh, yes, dear,” Molly laughed. “I can attest to the fact that my husband and I have had sex every day for the last fifteen years, except for the nights he is away on business.”

“Wow,” Zoe gasped.

“It was a little more difficult when we had children at home,” Nancy explained, “But we found a way every day and more than once a day on many occasions.”

It was Molly’s turn. “Tell me, Zoe. Do you and Daniel have oral sex?”

“Well, sure,” she whispered.

Nancy asked, “Do you swallow?”

Now Zoe was embarrassed. “I never have.”

“You should try it,” Nancy said seriously. “There are fewer things a man likes more than shooting his load into a woman’s mouth and seeing her smile and swallow. I assure you that once you try it, you’ll learn to enjoy it as much as we do. At your age, you are probably still dealing with a monthly period. Oral sex helps when that is your lot.”

Nancy paused a moment before saying, “If you don’t swallow, I’m going to guess you don’t do anal.”

“No. Never.” Zoe confessed. “Daniel has never said he wanted it, and my mother always told me it was nasty and that only sluts and whores would do it.”

Nancy and Molly smiled at each other. Nancy said, “And we consider ourselves private whores. And I can tell you that we both love it when our husbands what to bend us over and have a piece of ass. Am I right, Molly?”

Molly replied, “You are correct. And I’ll add that anal sex always gives me a chance to talk dirty. That always turns Robert on.”

“Absolutely,” Molly laughed. Then lowering her voice, she told Zoe, “My orgasms are much stronger and longer from anal sex. I’m just thrilled that Robert still thinks I have a sexy ass.”

“I’ve checked out your body, Zoe,” Nancy said. “Every part of your body is spectacular. I can’t imagine Daniel has never desired to take you anally. He may be too shy to suggest it, but I’d bet a great deal of money he’s thought about it hundreds of times.”

Molly leaned in. “One of the things I do for Robert is let him find me in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron. When he comes in to get a feel, I hand him a bottle of olive oil before bending over the countertop and pushing out my butt toward him. He’ll use the oil to lubricate us both and then take me right there. I confess that I love it at least as much as he does.”

Nancy said, “The old saying is, every man wants a woman that’s a princess in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. We are living proof that the saying is true. I had Covid a few years back, and we didn’t have sex for a couple of weeks. But as soon as I was cleared by the doctor, we went right back to fucking like wild animals. You have to be free to explore and enjoy. Once you’ve had your children, sex should be fun.”

“Let me show you something,” Nancy said before looking around to see who might be looking their way. She lifted her skirt and spread her legs to show Zoe that she was not wearing panties and had no pubic hair. “Do you still have a bush?”

“It’s trimmed, but yes, I do.”

“You should get it all off,” Molly suggested. “Most men your age prefer a bald pussy. I found that once I shaved mine off, my husband couldn’t keep his tongue out of my treasure. That man just loves to make me cum with his tongue.”

“Harold was the same way,” Nancy laughed. “He prefers that I not wear panties so that he can finger my hairless pussy whenever he wants. And I’ll tell you, I never stop him. I love the attention and want to keep him interested as long as possible. It’s a small sacrifice to keep him happy.”

“My husband enjoys buying me lingerie,” Molly announced. “He buys me really sexy and expensive things. He likes seeing me semi-naked and I think he enjoys taking them off of me.”