I became a prominent creative director in the ad business of a mid-western town. While still fairly young, some fellow artists invited me to join a small secret society. They were servicing around 26, or more, corporate housewives in the city. At first it was a real hot circus but, soon enough, I realized the demand was too great. Often, I received phone calls for sex morning and afternoon in the office and almost as often had to comply. I thought of ways to "cut down" on the demand but nothing that passed my mind seemed effective. In the meantime I did not want to miss deadlines at work. Also, I only had so much sperm and my balls were not exactly automated robotics.

Complaining about this to Bill, the fellow who got me into it, he said, "Ask them to double up then you can fuck both at the same time and save a trip." The idea worked so well that I asked them to triple up, telling them it was what got me off. (not true) The ladies ranged in age from around mid-30's to mid-60's. There was me and three other artists responding to calls from a range of 25 to 35 housewives. Most seemed to like multiples sex. Some of them came from old money and felt entitled but they would stick gobs of bills in our pockets, to entice us beyond the call of our balls. Often, I asked they do not do that. It made me feel whorish. However the sex was a big draw for me and I wanted to get a shot with everyone. A few of the wives were fantastic sex machines not getting any at home. Some were just curious but still good fucking.

The entire set up lasted for around three years until one executive came home, unexpectedly, and found his wife fucking Bill with another naked friend of his wife's known to him. Bill was the fellow who initially brought me into the club. The husband, intimidated, took off without an argument or angry session but there was a public, messy divorce that hinted at the secret club affair and it all died down. Bill claimed that he continued to fuck the man's wife, doggy style, throughout the incident and the wife urged him on, "Shit, Bill, don't stop," she said. Bill was far-out. What I also knew is that there was not much love lost between all those women and their husbands. Seeing this might be one reason I am not married today, some years later.

For a time I would get a call but the hot and fast demand never returned and I was offered a higher paying job with a larger agency in another city and grabbed it. I never talked about this or mentioned it to anyone until just now. It also never took place again, at least not for me. Before I left town, one of the much older ladies became a sort of sweetheart and we used to walk together holding hands. Though more than twice my age, sometimes I would kiss her on the street and kid her that she was a "great piece of ass" and she would laugh. Sometimes I wank to the memories of the entire episode.