Both our 'phones pinged at the same time.  Both texts said the same thing, terse and to the point.  Just a date and a time, nine p.m.  Anne's had a second line;

"Choose a number from one to five and a letter from A to C."

We knew that if Anne failed to reply,  we would hear nothing more.  Not to reply was a refusal.  We also knew what the letters and numbers meant, the letter chosen would decide how Anne would be gagged, the number, how she would be restrained until she had been fucked by all the men, including me.  But the letters and numbers were random, changed for each event.  Anne could choose her fate, but without knowing what it was.  She chose B3.

We had been invited to our initiation, after this we would be regarded as full members of The Society, free to take part in regular sex parties.

This time, we chose to travel by taxi.  We were a few minutes early but the driveway to the big house was already lined with cars.  The first hour was drinks, just like any other party, people were dressed smartly but informally, the women in cocktail dresses but probably showing more than they would at a normal party.  At about fifteen minutes to ten, Anne was taken away to be prepared.  At dead on ten, the remaining guests left for the playroom, or rather, the associated dressing rooms.  In the playroom, nudity was de rigueur, although all the women wore high heels.  For hygene reasons, disposable mules were available for the men.

As each man entered the playroom, he dipped his hand into a vevet bag and drew a number.  The fucking order.  I was not offered a number, I was the last to go.  In the centre of the playroom, my wife was srapped to a high red leather bench.  A simple device, like a padded saw horse.  Her ankles were strapped to two of the legs, her wrists to the others.  A broader strap secured her body to the top of the bench.  She was gagged and blindfold. 

As before, nobody spoke, people formed a circle, choosing their viewing position.  The first man stepped forward.  He was not fully hard, he wanked himself until he was stiff enough for entry.  Silently, he thumbed Anne's cunt lips apart and fed himself in.  I realised that I was holding my breath, as Anne exhaled into the gag, I also breathed out.

Number one fucked her hard, I could see Anne straining against her tethers.  He grunted as he came and quickly withdrew, his place was swiftly taken by number two, slipping easily into her spunk wet cunt.  Another man stepped forward, removed the gag and lifted her chin so that her mouth was level with his cock, Anne sucked him in.

They both lasted longer than the first, the cock in her mouth being the first to spurt it's load, the cock in her cunt soon afterwards.  The gag was replaced and they both moved away.  Spunk dripped from Anne's cunt and chin.  Three down.

I watched as they each took their turn, sometimes two at a time.  But unlike the previous initiation, where the woman had been fucked in both cunt and arse simultaniousy, Anne's position meant that double pentration was either mouth and cunt, or mouth and arse.

The men were a mixed bunch, as were the women, ages ranged from mid twenties to late fifties and all racial types were represented.  The only difference between members was that half of them had cocks and the other half cunts.  All were what I would call fit to fuck, the only requirement other than very deep pockets.  Membership was not cheap.

It would not be accurate to say that I lost interest in what was happening to Anne, but it was quite repetitive.  I lost my erection on a couple of occasions, only to have it resurrected by the hands or mouth of one of the females.  Detumescence was not an option.

Suddenly it was over.  It had taken a little over thirty minutes for fourteen men to shoot their spunk into one of Ann's holes, now it was my turn.  Under her head was a pool of cum, at the other end was another puddle.  Spunk dripped from her chin, her areshole and her cunt.  Her arse shone with the stuff.  Which hole to choose.  The decision was made for me, Charlotte leaned in to me and said;

"Fuck her in the arse.  Make it good, you're on trial."

Arse it was then.  I positioned myself.  The early users of this normally tight place had used lubricant.  I needed none, my cock slid into place without discernable resistance.  I fucked hard and fast, every thust accompanied by a squelch.  Very soon I was adding my contribution to the mix already there.  I slipped out and watched as it oozed back out to join the small puddle between her feet.

Anne was released and helped away on wobbly legs to clean up.  Charlotte linked her arm in mine and said;

"Welcome to the club.  You can now fuck anybody you want, in any way that you want.  Who is going to be first?"

"You."

I replied.  She smiled reached for my floppy cock and said;

"What a gentleman.  Let's find a bed and see if I can get some life back into this."

It didn't take long.  I had fancied Charlotte since I had met her, choosing her as my first was the polite thing to do, but I was keen to fuck her anyway.  But first, I wanted to taste her cunt.  I love to suck cunt.  Hers did not disappoint, I lapped at her and licked her clit until she came, then entered her in missionary.

She was a first class fuck, responsive and proactive, she wrapped herself around me and encouraged me with words like;

"That's it just there, yes, I'm coming!"

But I didn't.  Surprisingly.  I can usually come again quite soon after the first, but it wasn't happening.  I put it down to being erect for too long, blue balls not cooperating.  After she had finished her come, I asked her to turn round so that I could fuck her from behind.   This always works for me and it did, I felt like I was in control.  To the extent that I was able to give Charlotte a second orgasm before going for my own.

But at the peak of her climax, she said;

"My arse, fuck me there, finish up my arse."

Not being one to disappoint a lady, I did just that, firing my second load of the day into my second arse of the day.

Now we rested.  I fetched drinks for us both.  She said;

"Go and have fun now, you will be in demand, as will Anne.  We like fresh meat."

Is that what we were, just meat?  I went off alone, exploring, watching people having sex.  And yes, every woman I encountered asked if wanted to fuck.  I did, but my tank was empty.  Watching live sex happening everywhere though, was causing it to refill.  I only had one more ejaculation that evening, up the arse of a voluptuous older woman, but I explored several cunts with my cock.  Erections are never a problem for me, ejaculations are much fewer. 

We did not talk about our evening on the way home, we were in the back of an ordinary car, not isolated from the driver like a proper taxi.  But the next day, we relived it.  Anne had indeed been on demand and was fucked several times more, she could not remember how many, but it fell short of her imagined thirty to forty.

"There are not enough cocks to go round."

She claimed.  Subsequent parties  ones without an initiation, showed that to be not a problem.  The female members were not averse to some girl on girl, when the cocks were all spent, they turned to cunt.  The men were as flexible, in the coming months I sucked my first cock.  I also had mine sucked by another man and experienced being on the receiving end of anal.

We had both become very versatile and loved it.  There was however, something we needed to do that we put off for a long time.  The Society was part of a much larger, international organisation.  Wherever members went they had access to safe sex with like minded people, singly or in groups like ours.  But nobody carried a membership card.  Instead, there was a discreet tattoo.

I an not a fan of body art, to my mind, tattoos detract from the beauty of the human form, not enhance it.  Tits not tats.  But I have always said that I would want to be able to show membership of something very special with something indelible.  For example, if I was an Olympic athlete, I would have a tattoo to show it.

The society was something very special.  We both have tattoos.  Very similar to the the Olympic symbol, but the five rings are linked in a ring.  It is very small and not normally visible.  On the inside of the left buttock.  It can only be seen when the bum cheeks are spread apart.  Very appropriate.

We may not be Olympians, but we are Sex-Olympians.