Chapter 1

Godfrey Hawkins was reluctantly married to Patricia Johnson only one short month after his appointment as a junior officer in the diplomatic ranks of new recruits. The fresh crop of university-trained representatives dispatched to second and third world countries were scattered in isolated embassies around the globe. These golden young men were considered incomplete units without a spouse to anchor them to mother earth like a personal albatross in female human form. The thought was that the steadying influence of certain female traits would temper any inclination to rash action on their part, if left alone to their own devices.

Young Godfrey was not particularly suited to Miss Patricia because he lacked the firm resolve she needed to keep her pretty nose to the grindstone of wifely duties. It would have been better if he were the type of fellow that wielded his belt with vigor behind a locked bedroom door. Unfortunately, his wife was able to manipulate him to her liking with only the promise of oral gratification when the lights were turned off. She was supposedly dreadfully shy and fearful of some photographer catching her with a male cock between her lips in a graphic Technicolor close-up.

His university days had fostered in him a liking for the fine art of buggery and he attempted to introduce his new spouse to the joys of anal sex in the carnival atmosphere of their honeymoon vacation. She was aghast at his perverted demands on her virgin flanks and told him in no uncertain terms,

“Get that thing out of my arse, you dirty bugger!”

Godfrey was suitably shamed and transitioned his stiff rod to the proper entrance pretending it was just a poorly aimed insertion from behind with no harm intended. He was reasonably adequate in this more acceptable form of cleaving, leaving her with a sense of proper behavior.

He promptly spread his secretary’s cheeks entering her with the aid of generous gobs of fresh butter from the mid-day repast. Godfrey watched the disappearing act of his long thick rod gliding in an out of his secretary’s pleasing bottom with great satisfaction. She had an impressively tight rear door and he knew he was fortunate to have selected her for her typing abilities from the pool of available female staff. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be selected to accompany him to his new assignment to furnish him anal joy along with the expertise of her well-honed secretarial skills of first-rate quality.

The young bride insisted that her new husband use a well-lubricated condom at all times because she had no desire to become pregnant in a foreign country with untested medical facilities. Patricia felt there was time enough for such duties when they were safely at home in the bosom of their families.

They were sent to some Godforsaken country that ended in the ever-popular “Stan” that never failed to conclude the jumble in front of that last syllable. She generally referred to it as their “host country”, rather than attempt any pronunciation of the word in public.

The last Ambassador to the host country was recalled due to some accounting practices that caused the bulk of the Embassy travel expense fund to disappear, never to be found again. Godfrey did his best to smooth out the hurt feelings about the discrepancy, but it was a losing battle and he merely shifted his budget around to compensate for the shortage. Everybody was happy with his solution and he was promoted to fourth officer at the embassy.

He was called into the “interim” Ambassador’s office to be told that as the fourth ranking officer he would be required to donate his wife to the Embassy Wives Club for liaison duties in the monthly meeting with the host country’s Ministry of the Interior. Godfrey didn’t like the sound of the word “donate” and when he tried to pin it down, the smiling “interim” appointee explained that Godfrey’s wife and three other younger wives with physical attractiveness would be required to perform sexual gratification tributes to the government rulers during a four hour orgy that demanded their total obedience.

In all honesty, he was not in the least bit offended by the suggestion that he “pimp out” his spouse to the host government’s hierarchy to use in their kinky games. Godfrey had heard rumors of the orgy parties, but attributed the stories to somebody’s over-active imagination. He was surprised that the other three females in the quartet of soon to be humiliated Embassy womanhood were all ultra-attractive wives of high standing in the social circles of the Embassy staff. In fact, the wife of the second-in command was a member and she had always impressed him as being above reproach in matters of sexual conduct. He had often had fantasies of her naked from the waist down and bent over for his pleasure whilst drinking tea with her pinky stuck out in a show of restrained upper-class superiority.

At first, when he broached the subject of joining the Foreign Officer’s Wives Club (F.O.W.C) with Patricia, she looked at him in total amazement. Later, after discovering the identities of the other three females in the quartet, she showed she was more interested in the proposal. In fact, she asked him pointblank,

“What do I get out of this?”

He promised her that he would split his increased compensation with her on equal shares and allow her to deposit her funds to her private Swiss account. That was the clincher because he was not privy to her code-words and she was comfortable with the added assets in her name only. Godfrey suspected she was aware of his fascination with his secretary’s hindquarters, but he was in no position to query her knowledge for fear she might demand a divorce for his devious infidelity. This whole orgy business was a win-win from his point of view because it would teach her the need for obedience to perform objectionable duties just because a superior male gave her specific orders and it would give him a nice record of her degradation in case she decided to call it quits.

Patricia met with the other members, Alice, Fay and Hope, in the Embassy chapel and they discussed the scope of their sexual requirements, despite the fact they were sitting on sacred ground and sitting under the Icons of religious grace. It was decided that Patricia would do most of the degrading oral ministrations, because she was comfortable with service on her knees. It bothered her that it would be a group of older strange men being serviced, but a deal was a deal.

She was more than willing to do her part.

Apparently, Alice was the anal bitch in the group. She seemed overly proud of her ability to take any cock “all the way up the arse”. The other two women were basically old-fashioned leg spreaders with shaved pussies. They had well-practiced skills in urging males to shoot their loads long before they wanted. Even in this Godforsaken country, such skills were highly desired simply for the reason of prolonging their enjoyment.