Jan had been married for twenty years, and she was bored with her life. She had a good job, although somewhat boring. She had a good husband, although boring. Even her life was good, although boring. She was desperate for some excitement, thrills, really rough sex with strangers using her and just enjoying her body.
She looked in the mirror as she was getting dressed for a night out with Brian, her husband. She saw a slim brunette, forty-two but looked according to friends more like thirty-five, about five foot three, shoulder-length hair, decent tits measuring thirty-six C and still firm, nicely shaved quim that was still tight and sensitive, and which was not used as often as she would have liked.
She had considered having an affair, but she had made wedding vows which stopped her from doing that, and it would have felt wrong. She just wished Brian was a bit more exciting and broad-minded. She had tried dropping hints about threesomes, and sex games, but he took no notice of her hints, staying safe and boring.
Like tonight, she thought, slipping on a long evening dress. What she would give for him to suggest her going without underwear, which she did anyway without him ever noticing. Or taking her to a sex club or swingers' party where she would be used by other men or even women.
She sighed. It was not going to happen. That is why she had done something today that was so naughty, so unlike anything she had ever done before. She had been browsing on a sex site she had found accidentally some weeks before, and seen an advert intended for those who had a boring sex life and who wanted to experience some extreme sex.
She had clicked on the advert, leaving her email address and asking for more details. She was regretting it already, and when, or rather if, she got a reply, she would probably delete it without even reading it. But just the idea that she had actually done something was already making her wet. Ah well, at least she still had her dreams and fantasies, as well as her small but well-chosen selection of vibrators.
It was two days later, she noticed when browsing whilst on her coffee break at work, that she had a message from the website that the advert had appeared on. She glanced at it quickly, aware that management could monitor her computer usage, and then left it until she could read it properly at home later that evening.
She waited until Brian was watching some film involving lots of shooting and explosions, then called up her mailbox. The reply was not all that informative, merely stating that they could supply a morning, afternoon, evening or night of extreme sexual adventure, and then giving her a quick questionnaire to complete, which would, so they claimed, enable them to tailor the actual activity to her own personal sexual preferences.
There followed about fifty questions dealing with her present sex life, her fantasies, dreams, and sexual orientation. There were pictures which needed a rating from one to ten for erotic content, appeal, like or dislike, would try/would not try, and so on. She answered each question as honestly as she could, knowing that she would delete everything once she had completed the questionnaire.
It came as a surprise to her when she reached the final question, and then pressed the "send" button. She sat staring at the screen, shocked at what she had done. Then she felt the wetness between her legs and understood that just filling in the questionnaire had caused that. She wondered what the actual event would make her feel like.
It took several days this time before she got any reply. When it came, again she found it while looking online when at work, she did not even open it there but left it totally alone until later that evening. She did not want any trace of it showing if management did monitor her online activity. This message contained a little more detail but still left a lot of blanks.
Jan supposed that was to keep an element of surprise for the event, and so heighten the sexual effect. She was wet already just thinking about what could be in store for her. All it told her for certain, was that the event would last for a total of five hours, with three hours of that being the actual event. The rest of the time would be for getting changed, setting up, and showering and changing after the event.
She was offered a choice of payment options. She could either pay the full amount, which was £300, payment methods as listed, or she could have the whole thing free of charge provided she gave them full ownership of, and permission to use any film or pictures that came from the event, and which would be professionally filmed by their cameraman.
They warned her that some of these could appear on internet porn sites. If she chose this option, she would be allowed to wear a mask to cover part of her face if she so wished. That sounded very reasonable, so she ticked that box. She would also be given a safety word that she could use at any time, although using it would end the event and render her liable to pay the full cost of the event. Again, she thought that was fair, and ticked her agreement.
As her hand hovered over the "send" button, she wondered when she had decided to go ahead with the idea? No matter, it was enough that she had decided. She checked briefly to make sure she had ticked all the necessary boxes, including her preferred dates, then sent the reply. That was it, she was committed to an afternoon of unknown extreme sex involving who knew what. She laughed out loud, making Brian look round at her and wonder what she had found that was so funny.
A few days later Jan received the email, confirming the day and time of her session. She had chosen a day that Brian would be away on a business trip, attending some seminar of some kind, running from Monday morning, although he was setting out late Sunday to drive there, and would be home late on Tuesday night.
She had booked for the Monday afternoon, and they confirmed this and gave her the address to go to, telling her to be there by noon, and that the session would officially end at four in the afternoon, after which she had been allowed an hour to shower and dress, and to recover from the exertion.
There was also another of the interminable forms, warning her that the event could involve strenuous exertion and asking her to waive any and all injuries arising from this, whilst at the same time assuring her that she would be accompanied at all times by a female employee, who would make certain no actual harm was permitted to be done to her. She clicked the appropriate box and sent it.
As the scheduled date grew closer, she started having second thoughts, but decided she had come this far in realizing her wish, she was not backing out now. The Sunday night before the event, Brian had gone off to his meeting, and one of her daughters had come round for a few hours, "to keep you company, Mum," she told her. Jan tried casually chatting about sexy games and how she was probably too old for such silliness.
"That is rubbish, Mum," her daughter, Julie, told her. "You are still young and I would guess still very much into sexy fun."
"I would be," she confessed, "but your Dad is not interested as much lately."
"Then look elsewhere for fun," Julie told her. "Why not? It is sex, it is meant for enjoying."
Jan was taken aback at this casual attitude to something she had been brought up to regard as special but had to admit she agreed with Julie. After all, isn't that exactly what she was doing? She felt much relieved after her daughter had left, knowing that at least one person agreed with what she had planned.
The morning of the scheduled day dawned bright and clear. Contrary to her expectations, Jan had slept well, and woke apprehensive but looking forward to her event. She showered and shaved, making sure her pussy was completely smooth and hairless. She sprayed her favorite perfume over her body and re-checked her legs to make sure she had shaved every part of them, as well as under her arms.
Other than that, there was nothing more she could do. All her clothing would be provided by the organizers when she got there. Jan set out in plenty of time, getting to town almost an hour early and having to find a coffee shop near the address she had been given. The minutes seemed to tick by so slowly, but eventually, Sue went out and found the address.
She was surprised, having thought it would be a sleazy back-street dump, but it turned out to be a modern office block, the company she wanted being on the third floor. She went into a smart reception room and sat as directed until a woman in a smart business suit came through to show her into a side-room.
"Hi, Jan," she said as Jan sat down, "I am Beverly, I will be your minder, protector, whatever you want to call it, for the event. I will be there to urge people on, and to make sure you are safe at all times."
Jan nodded her understanding.
"I will give you orders and instructions which you will carry our without argument," she went on, "and I will get others involved as much as I can. Are you okay with that?"
"What will the event consist of?" Sue asked, almost afraid to hear what was in store for her. "And will I be masked as promised?"
"The event will take place in one of our Adult shops," Beverley told her. "We have obtained a license for a live show, so only customers who pre-booked will be allowed in the shop. That way we can control numbers, and make sure all those present are acceptable to us as known customers."
Jan nodded in relief. So they were being careful about who could be there. That was good.
"We have already put some equipment in the shop for using," Beverley continued, "and you will be touched, teased and even fucked by the customers. Is this acceptable?"
Jan nodded her agreement.
"As I told you, Jan, I will be right there with you all the time," Beverley reassured her, "and nothing bad will happen, unless you count having more cocks in one afternoon than you ever dreamed of as being bad."
Jan smiled at this, glad to see Beverley was also smiling, and Jan was put at ease by the woman's calm approach.
"Now, your clothing for the afternoon is in the next room," Beverley told her, "and the shop is only a few minutes away, so you go change, and I will be back in a few minutes for you."
Jan went into the next room and found all her clothes laid out neatly. Stockings, of course, (why did men like them so much?) black fishnets held up by broad leather-look bands serving as garters, a black half-cup bra that displayed her boobs rather than hid them, a tiny black thong with cat's tail attached to the rear, and a Catwoman-style mask (with ears) to hide her face. All topped off by high-heeled shoes with ankle straps.
Jan guessed anybody could remove almost everything in around five seconds if they were not bothered about damaging things. She wondered briefly how Brian would react if he came up to bed one night to find her dressed like this. Hmm, maybe it was something that would be worth trying.
Jan had to admit, it was as pornographic as anything she had seen online, and made her feel more than naked. A knock at the door and Beverley came in, followed by a large man carrying a digital video camera.
"Oh yes," Beverley purred, "you are stunning. I do not think we will have any trouble getting the audience to join in today, darling."
She ran her hands over Jan's barely covered boobs. Jan squirmed at her touch, and Beverley smiled, raising an eyebrow.
"Hmm, seems we are sensitive, this will be fun," she gloated. "Now just a couple of things and we are ready."
She sat Jan down, and used wet-wipes to clean off her make-up, then applied fresh make-up, using colors that Jan never touched, lip-stick deep red that looked so sluttish, eyeshadow in greens and blues. Yet when she showed Jan the finished effect in the mirror, Jan had to admit it made her look so hot, so erotic, so fuckable.
Beverley fitted a ball-gag to Jan's mouth, then went behind her, taking each wrist in turn, and clipping them behind Jan in soft leather handcuffs. Jan tried to ask what the hell was she doing, but it came out as muffled grunts.
"Don't worry, sexy girl," Beverley told her, "the gag will come off before we start properly. Now just this..."
Jan felt coldness followed by stinging pain as Beverley clipped a set of nipple clamps to her exposed nipples, tugging gently on the attached chain to make sure they were securely fixed.
